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Chapter 30
When she returned to the Parsonage, Elizabeth saw that the house was in an uproar over the preparations to take tea at Rosings.
"Cousin Elizabeth! You must hurry... We shall be late," cried Mr. Collins once she entered the house.
Ignoring him she said to Charlotte,
"I fear I have a dreadful headache. I must be excused from accompanying you to Rosings."
"Of course, Lizzy," said Charlotte before she continued while helped her husband into his coat, "You must understand, I would willingly stay at home with you and brave Lady Catherine's displeasure..."
"My dear Charlotte I beg you to consider..."
"I shall be quite well. It is only a headache and it will pass more quickly in quiet and solitude," cried Elizabeth eager to be rid of them.
"And I am sure," began Mr. Collins pompously, "that when all the circumstances are fully explained to Lady Catherine, she will not be angry for she has..."
"My dear... The time!" said Charlotte patiently.
Almost before Elizabeth knew it they had left the house, Mr. Collins ranting on about the importance of punctuality, or something like that.
Once Elizabeth was in the sitting room she put a hand on her bulging belly and said "Thank-heaven, it is quiet at last. Right, little one?"
After she had found a comfortable position on the settee, Elizabeth started tormenting herself by rereading all of Jane's letters. She was therefore, somewhat vexed when she heard the doorbell. Elizabeth was even more angry when William came in.
"I hope you are feeling better!" began he in a hurried manner.
"I am, thank-you."
William turned to look at her, "I am not going to waste my time with small talk. I demand to know what you are treating me in this fashion!"
"Where to begin!" remarked Elizabeth.
"So, I have done something to offend you. I was hoping you would tell me what I have done that is so very bad."
"Shall I start with the most recent? How could you ruin, perhaps forever the happiness of my most beloved sister!?"
"I see you are determined to be awkward," William muttered.
"And you seem to be determined to avoid answering the question! I have every reason in the world to think ill of you! You can not deny that you have been the principal means of dividing them from each other!"
When he made no response she asked again,
"Can you deny that you have done it?"
"I have no wish to deny it! I did everything in my power to separate my friend form your sister and I rejoice in my success! Towards him I have been kinder than towards myself... Besides she showed no affection for him!"
Elizabeth pretended not to notice his remark, while she continued, "You should have known by all my letters that it is not in Jane's nature to show her feelings openly. But it is not merely this which has sparked my dislike! How do you defend yourself when I mention your mistress?"
"My mistress!"
"Yes! Lady Claudia Ashby! Did I really mean that much to you, so much, that the moment I am out of your sight you can so easily take a mistress?"
"And where have you heard this?"
"I see you do not deny it! And for your information it is from a very respectable young man, a Mr. Wickham!" cried Elizabeth jumping up to face him.
"Wickham... I should have known! And for your information, I would deny this charge, but you would think I was lying!"
"Nothing new then! For you are a liar!"
"I see you have more to say, madam!"
"Yes! Not only am I carrying your chi... You know very well, that I know about you and Bridget Howard! I saw you kissing her at the Netherfield ball and now she is with child! Even before that, at Lucas Lodge, one evening I came to see you in the garden and when I came up behind you, you said 'Ah, Elizabeth' like you were surprised it was me, as if you had thought it was someone else, perhaps Bridget Howard!" Elizabeth mentally kicked herself for almost letting the truth slip.
"Bridget Howard! Yes! I knew she was pregnant... but I am not the father. What you saw at Netherfield really did happen... only it was she who kissed me! At Lucas Lodge..."
"To my knowledge it takes two to kiss! And if your not the father who is?" Elizabeth interrupted him.
"I see this is getting no where!"
"Really, I hadn't noticed!"
"Anything else you would like to accuse me of? After all, in your mind I have committed adultery... twice!"
"Oh! I do hate you!"
William looked at his wife with anger, then he said bitterly,
"Is this one of those emotional things?"
"Get out!"
"With pleasure!" William strode to the door picking up his hat on the way. He stopped, his hand poised above the door handle, turning to her again he asked in a much quieter tone,
"How long do you think you can hide it?"
"Hide what?" she said sharply.
"The fact that you are carrying my child."
Looking him in the eye she said coldly, "What makes you think it is your child?"
Chapter 31
A look of pain and humiliation crossed William's face. Elizabeth saw how much she was hurting him and at that moment she didn't care, in her mind he deserved worse. She had forgotten her momentary slip, where she almost told him she was carrying his child, Elizabeth could not know what William was thinking...
William was trying to hide his pain from her, not wanting to give Elizabeth the satisfaction of seeing what she had accomplished. His mind ran over two statements she had made... 'What makes you think it is your child?' and 'Not only am I carrying your chi...' these statements conflicted, greatly. Had she just said the child wasn't his because she was angry at him, and the other one... Had she been about to say she was carrying his child?
Looking at her one last time he left the room.
As the door slammed behind William, Elizabeth's only coherent thought was, 'Now what?'. She was so shocked at her words that she sat down and cried for half an hour, until she heard the carriage arriving. Not wanting anyone to see her in this state, she rushed up to her room and stayed there.
The following morning Elizabeth awoke still feeling very tired, her headache was worse, for she had spent most of the night crying before finally drifting off into a uneasy sleep.
"You do look pale, Lizzy! Have some breakfast I am sure it will do you good."
"No, thank you, Charlotte," Elizabeth cast a disgusted look in Mr. Collins direction, the man really had no table manners, "I think I have been indoors too long. Fresh air is all I need and the woods around Rosings are so beautiful at this time of year."
With that Elizabeth set out for a walk, she would have liked nothing better than to run, but she did not run anymore, for fear it might injure the baby. Finally she reached a grove that seemed to be a pleasant place to walk and upon coming around a tree she stopped short for there standing with his back to her was William.
William obviously heard her for he turned around to see her trying to walk away.
"Elizabeth, please," he called.
If she had had her way Elizabeth would have kept on walking, but even now she realized what it must be taking for William to even look at her. He was a proud man and for him to have to beg her to listen, especially after her parting words to him the previous night, he must have something important to say.
"Would you do me the honor of reading this letter?" asked he.
Elizabeth accepted the letter as he bowed and walked away, slowly turning around she made her way to a tree stump. Then she sat down and started reading the letter. She looked at the date, 'Oh, Good Lord!' thought she, 'April 5... Today we have been married four years...'
Be not alarmed, madam, upon receiving this letter that it contains any repetition of my feelings which I now know to be disgusting to you. But I must be allowed to defend myself against the charges laid at my door.In regards to Miss Bridget Howard, I do not deny that you saw us kissing at Netherfield, but you obviously did not realize that it was all on her side. Had you stayed a moment longer you would have seen me pull away. She said that she was attracted to me and that she believed us to be made for one another. I told her, very truthfully, that my heart belonged to another. Once I had convinced her that she would get no where with me I left the Library and returned to the Ballroom.
Then, as you know, our party departed from Netherfield. You may imagine my surprise, when a week later I came across a letter addressed to me from Mr. Howard. He was demanding I make Bridget an honest women by marrying her, for he informed me I was the father of her child.
I immediately replied, saying it was impossible for me to marry her. I also told him in no uncertain terms that I was not the father of her child. I asked him to inquire of his daughter if she had been with a Mr. Wickham. I had been out riding one day and saw them together. Yes, Elizabeth, Mr. Wickham, the man who is your very reliable source of information on your husband's indiscreet behavior.
Miss. Howard confessed that Mr. Wickham was the man. Mr. Howard then had to find someone who would marry his daughter, Mr. Wickham had told Bridget that he would never marry her. At last, Mr. Howard came across a man who would do very well, a Mr. Clement who had been in love with Bridget for years and was willing to marry her, even knowing about her condition. All this I learned in a letter of apology from Mr. Howard and should you want to see the letter for yourself I will send it to you.
At Lucas Lodge, though I am aware it sounds like a pitiful excuse, the only reason I said what I did was to tease you. I thought you would mention it, but until last night, you never did. You perhaps heard Miss. Howard thank me, and you may think that in light of recent events that sounded suspicious. The only reason she thanked me was that she had dropped her fan and I had given it back to her.
In regard to the mention you made of Lady Claudia Ashby, I can only tell you what sort of women she really is. She is a women who is not above making advances to any man she thinks worthy. I was one of them. About six months ago, I was at a dinner party and so was Lady Ashby. I was out on the terrace, when she came up to me and started kissing me. I know I should have told you from the start, but I feared what your reaction would be. It was a well known fact in London that she was at that point getting bored with her present lover, who was non other than Mr. Wickham. I told her that her advances were most unwelcome and thankfully she left it at that.
Soon after the incident, it came to my attention that the whole of London thought we were involved, I knew not how this rumor had started. Then, one day I went around to her Townhouse to ask after these rumors and to my surprise, found my cousin Edmund Fitzwilliam there. He was her new lover and unfortunately for me, my cousin and I are very much alike in appearance.
I began to wonder who could be spreading these rumors, using the fact that my cousin and I resemble each other, to his advantage. It was then that I remembered Mr. Wickham, since my father's death and sometime before that my childhood friend and I had become something close to enemies. He began to have an even stronger resentment of me than ever before, so it seemed logical that he would have wanted to bring shame upon me, I believe that to be why he started the rumors. Eventually, the rumors became old news and I thought I was safe from him. I was wrong.
You may remember in one of my letters I detailed how my sister had been taken from school to Ramsgate and placed in the care of Mrs. Younge. I also told you that a man who had known Georgiana since she was a child soon followed her to there. I need not remind you of all the particulars of my sister's intended elopement, but I must tell you that the man was Wickham.
As I said last evening, I did separate your sister and Bingley, at the time I believed my convictions to be perfectly reasonable. I had not long been in Hertfordshire before I saw that Bingley admired your sister and considering our relationship I could see nothing wrong with my good friend marrying your sister. I had often seen Bingley in love before and that being to case I know it does not last long. I thought this was the same way with Jane, at first. It wasn't until the Netherfield ball that I noticed a genuine attraction, though your sister accepted his attentions with pleasure, it did not appear that she felt about Bingley as he felt about her. When I met with Bingley in London, I immediately set about informing him of my discoveries, at first it was not an easy task but he eventually believed that your sister was indifferent to him. There is one part in the matter that I do not look upon with satisfaction, it is that I concealed from him your sister's being in town, perhaps this concealment was beneath me. It is done, however, and it was done for the best. On this subject I have no further apology to make.
I hope to deliver this letter into your hands sometime in the course of the morning. I will only add, God bless you.
Fitzwilliam Darcy
Elizabeth sat for a while contemplating all she had learned. It was at that moment that she realized he had made no mention of the child, all she knew was that she hoped he doubted what she had said. Looking at the paper in her hand she immediately read it over again, when she had finished, Elizabeth knew how wrong she had been. William was too good for her, she only hoped that eventually he would forgive her.
When she returned to the Parsonage, Maria informed her that the gentleman had come to take their leave, this somewhat distressed Elizabeth. Not long after Elizabeth went, for the last time, to Rosings. Lady Catherine criticized her for being dull, she didn't care, all she wanted was William, but that would never happen now and it was all her own fault. Elizabeth began to wonder what would happen, would they have a divorcee, just like their marriage had been... Secret?
Only time would tell...
Chapter 32
"Lizzy! How can you say such a thing?" cried Mrs. Bennet.
"Very easily. If one small regiment can cause such havoc in our family, what would a whole campful of soldiers do?"
"A whole campful of soldiers!" sighed Lydia.
"Well, we know you would not care, Lizzy! For you are off to Scotland in three days... I do not know what your aunt was thinking! Inviting you to come with her to Scotland with her... and so close to her confinement! It is highly improper for a young lady to be exposed to such things."
"Mama..."
"Lizzy," began Mr. Bennet, "Leave it."
Mrs. Bennet smirked at her daughter, "If I had my way you would not be going at all! What can my dear sister be thinking? Traveling around to country in her condition..."
"Mrs. Bennet, your sister wants Elizabeth there with her. I see nothing wrong with the plan, besides we already promised she could go before we found about your sister's condition."
"I don't think it is very fair! Lizzy gets to go to Scotland and I don't get to go to Brighton!" said Lydia with a pout.
"I don't get to go to Brighton either!" cried Kitty.
"I know my dears, but your father is determined to be cruel."
"I confess I am. I'm glad you are come back Lizzy. I'm glad you are come back Jane," said Mr. Bennet as he left the table.
"Oh! I want to go to Brighton!" whined Lydia.
Later that day, Jane and Elizabeth went out to garden to cut flowers.
It was at this moment that Elizabeth took the opportunity to tell her sister that she was worried about her, Jane merely told her that she still thought Mr. Bingley to be the nicest man of her acquaintance, confirming Elizabeth's suspicions that Jane was still in love with Mr. Bingley.
Jane then slowly returned to the house and Mrs. Bennet came out. She immediately started complaining about Mr. Bingley leaving Jane and how her only comfort was that Jane would die of a broken heart and then Mr. Bingley would be sorry.
It was at that moment that Lydia and Kitty ran out of the house,
"Mama!" exclaimed Lydia, "You'll never guess! Mrs. Foster has invited me to come with her to Brighton! Colonel Foster is to take a house for us!"
"Oh! What an honor to be so singled out!" squealed Mrs. Bennet.
"It is not fair!" cried Kitty running back to the house.
Lydia went on about buying new clothes, that Kitty should not be in a miff, and that she was sure her father would let her go.
An hour later Elizabeth was trying to convince her father not to let Lydia go. She reminded her father that Lydia's wild behavior was a disadvantage to them all and that she would only end up disgracing her family. Mr. Bennet was not prepared to see reason, he thought that this was a good opportunity for Lydia to enjoy herself with little expense. It was settled, Lydia would go to Brighton.
Three days later, the Gardiners arrived. They came early in the morning, hoping that they could get to Scotland in good time, also they hoped to arrive before Mrs. Bennet could detain them. On this occasion, however, Mrs. Bennet was awake early.
After the good-byes had been made and the rest of the girls were all walking into the house, Mrs. Bennet turned to her husband and whispered, "I think it very odd that my dear sister is not showing!"
"Indeed," muttered Mr. Bennet walking into his Library, he really had not time for this silliness.
"Well, Lizzy," said Mrs. Gardiner with a smile, "How is the baby?"
"Everything appears to be fine, but I will be much more at ease when I can see a doctor."
"I'll be much more at ease when we get to Scotland. Period!" stated Mr. Gardiner.
"That too," laughed Mrs. Gardiner, then turning serious she said to her niece, "You are sure about this, Lizzy? It may be very hard to hand your child over to us when this is all over."
"Aunt, I have no other choice. I know she will be well looked after."
"She? So it is a 'she', is it?" asked Mrs. Gardiner with a smile.
"I just know... That's all... You understand me, aunt, it is a woman thing."
"Oh dear," murmured Mr. Gardiner, "I'm going to have to put up with these 'woman things', am I?"
"Edward!" Mrs. Gardiner reprimanded her husband, while Elizabeth smiled weakly.
They rode on in silence for a few minutes until Mrs. Gardiner asked, "How was your stay in Kent?"
Elizabeth turned to the window to hide the pain she felt at the mention of that place. It was a moment before she could reply.
"As nice as can be expected when one is in the company of Lady Catherine de Bourgh."
"So, your other Aunt is that bad, is she?" laughed Mr. Gardiner.
Elizabeth nodded, for she was unable to say anything else. She had been doing her best to keep William out of her mind, she had not succeeded. All she could think about were her last words to him and his reaction. Elizabeth, was sure there was no chance of him ever forgiving her.
"Lizzy!" cried Mrs. Gardiner, for the third time, "Are you ill?"
Elizabeth snapped out of her reverie, she shook her head in reply to her aunt's question as she cast her eyes down to hide the tears. Elizabeth was acutely aware that her aunt and uncle were looking at her.
"Lizzy..."
"I'm fine aunt," Elizabeth sniffled.
"Oh, Lizzy, dear," sighed Mrs. Gardiner putting an arm around her niece, "What is wrong what happened?"
"He was there."
"Who was where?" asked Mr. . Gardiner.
"My husband... was at Rosings."
"Oh, dear! Did something happen?"
"He... he knows about the baby..."
"Well, it can't be that bad," said Mr. Gardiner, somewhat relived.
"It is... he... I... I told him the baby... wasn't his... I was so wrong... he is too good..." Elizabeth choked out.
"You told him what!" gasped Mrs. Gardiner.
"You heard correctly, Aunt," said Elizabeth and with a great effort fought back the rest of her tears, "I was so wrong about him. He explained everything to me, he never a mistress and he is not the father of Bridget's baby."
"Well, I suppose that is a relief, Lizzy?"
"It is, Uncle, but he will never want me now... I think my baby will always be yours..." with these last words Elizabeth broke down in tears once more.
That evening at the Inn they had stopped at, Elizabeth gave a more detailed account of what had happened. She explained why she felt William would never want to see her again. The Gardiners tried to reassure her, but didn't succeed, for they were, themselves, doubtful.
Chapter 33
"He had been like this ever since he came back from, Kent! What am I to do, Richard?" cried Georgiana.
"I don't know what can be done," sighed the Colonel.
"All William ever does is go to his fencing master, or stay in the study supposedly working on business, or he spends most of his time in the Library."
"Have you suggested going somewhere with him... Like the theatre?"
"Yes! He just says he is too busy!"
After a pause the Colonel asked, "Would you like me to talk with him?"
"No... I think I should... Do I... do I ask him as soon as he returns?"
"I think the sooner, the better... But would you like me to stay here when you ask him?"
"It will be well."
Not long after the Colonel left the townhouse. Georgiana tried to concentrate on her music without much success. An hour later she heard her brother arrive, he didn't come to see her, instead she heard him close the door to the study, getting up from the bench Georgiana followed him.
"William," Georgiana tentatively opened the door. He was sitting in a chair his elbows resting on his knees and his fingers in his hair.
"Yes," sighed William, not really wanting to talk with his sister, he was getting increasingly distant with everyone.
"I... ah... I was wondering if you would tell me what was worrying you," Georgiana whispered.
"It is of no importance!" snapped William, but when he saw his sister's hurt expression he softened his tone, "Oh, Georgie, I am sorry."
"There is no need, William."
Georgiana came to take the chair opposite her brother.
"I am willing to listen, if you want me to. I just hate seeing you like this."
"Your too young to understand."
"Have you looked at me lately, William? I am not a little girl anymore. I know I do not understand everything in the world, but I do try. I will not ask you again, but just let me say I will do whatever I can to help!" Georgiana stood up and made her way to the door, she stopped when William asked,
"Do you really wish to help?"
"Of course!" cried Georgiana coming back to her brother's side.
"Well then, you best sit down for I have a long story to tell."
Georgiana did as she was told.
"Where do I begin?" said William more to himself than to his sister, "...In Kent... No. That is not where this story starts. Do you remember that shortly after father died I went to Scotland? ... You were only twelve at the time."
"I remember, you went to visit John and his wife. I stayed with Aunt and Uncle Fitzwilliam."
"Yes... I went to Burnley Hall, counting on my recovering from our lose, but I never expected to fall in love. Harriet Burnley's friend was also staying there. A Miss Elizabeth Bennet..."
"Pardon me, for interrupting, but isn't she the young lady Miss. Bingley is always teasing you about?"
"The very one. As you can guess we met once again in Hertfordshire. Netherfield is but three miles from her father's estate."
"Oh. Sorry, do continue."
"Elizabeth, was unlike any other women I had ever met and before I knew it, I had fallen in love. I finally worked up enough courage to confess my feelings, to my relief and pleasure she felt to same way. I knew Aunt Catherine would never consent to my marrying someone who was not her daughter so Elizabeth and I devised a scheme. Since Burnley was not far from Gretna Green, we decided to elope."
"Did you!?" gasped Georgiana.
"Yes, and we have now been married for four years. You may be thinking it was wonderful that we met again and it was, for a time. Then things started going wrong and I have since traced that to someone I do not wish to mention, but I feel it is necessary. Wickham arrived in the local village of Meryton and he managed to convince Elizabeth that I had a mistress."
"How could she believe him!?" exclaimed Georgiana, still digesting the news that she had a sister.
"I do not know. The point is that she did."
"Yes," said she, feeling guilty over the incident at Ramsgate, "W-what happened next?"
"What happened did anything but improve Elizabeth's opinion of me. During the Netherfield ball, Elizabeth was treating me very coldly, a result of her believing Wickham. I danced with her, it was obvious she did not want to dance with me, but for some reason she did. After that dance I went to the Library, hoping for peace and quiet so I could have time to think. I was very surprised when a young lady entered the room, she feigned surprise at seeing me. I asked her to excuse me and was about to leave to room when she took hold of my arms and pulled me to face her... You may imagine my surprise when she immediately kissed me. Though, I did not know this until later, I believe it was at that very moment that Elizabeth walked into the room."
"Oh, dear G-d!" cried Georgiana, wanting to immediately find this young woman and rip her to shreds for hurting her brother and sister-in-law, following the young 'lady', Wickham's mysterious disappearance...
"I need not go into further details. You know that following the ball that I returned to London. I was very surprised, when a week later, I came across a letter from the young woman's father demanding I marry his daughter, for she was expecting a baby. He was under the impression that the child was mine. I will only say that I convinced the gentleman of the truth and his daughter is now married, with no damage to her character. During the months following my return to London, I was worried because I heard nothing from Elizabeth... We had been writing letters to one another for the past four years, sending them to each other by way of the Burnleys. When I finally decided to write to her. If she got my letter, she never replied."
"Is that why you were sad?"
"Was it that obvious?"
"To me it was... Did something else happen... while you were in Kent?"
"Yes. Elizabeth was in Hunsford, visiting her friend who married Aunt Catherine's parson, the parson is also her cousin. While I was there I noticed a change in Elizabeth, it was not just in her manner... but in her appearance. She looked as healthy as ever, so I knew she was not ill. Then one day it just hit me... Elizabeth was with child..."
"With child!" Georgiana's jaw dropped. She had been surprised to learn she had a sister, but to learn that she was a aunt really caught her off guard.
"Yes, I wondered why she had not told me. Then the day before we left Rosings, I went to see Elizabeth at the Parsonage, she had not come to Rosings as the rest of the party had. Her friend informed us that she had a headache. I saw this as an opportunity to ask her reasons for treating me in such a cold manner, and also to inquire about the child she was carrying. In the end we had a large argument about the woman she supposed to be my mistress, the other young lady, and her sister and Charles. The worst part about the argument was at the end, when I asked after the baby," William stood up and walked over to the window. When he continued, Georgiana realized he was trying to remain in control, but not having much success.
"When I asked after the baby... She... She told me that I was not the father."
There was a stunned silence as Georgiana thought over what her brother said, "Do you... believe her?"
"No."
"Forgive my asking, do you not believe her because you don't want to? Or do you have reason to doubt her?"
"Both. I do not want to believe that she could be unfaithful to me. Also, during the argument she said to me, 'Not only am I carrying your chi...', I think she almost confessed that the baby was mine."
"William, why would she say such a thing in the first place?"
"I believe she wanted to hurt me... It certainly worked," he turned around to face his sister, "The odd thing is, that in spite of what she has said to me, I still love her."
Georgiana wanted to ask him so much more but was not sure how to go about it, he brother obviously needed time to recover before he told her anything else. One thing that intrigued her was wondering what Elizabeth had done with the baby. She was also puzzled by the mention of Charles and Elizabeth's sister, but that would have to wait till later.
Five minutes later, William told his sister he would go for a ride. He then left the Library, where Georgiana remained thinking over all that her brother had told her.
Little did William know, that miles away in a small cottage somewhere in Scotland, Elizabeth had just delivered a premature, but healthy baby girl... His daughter.
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_____ Inn, Brighton
"Well, Black! I trust you have some news for me," Wickham leaned in closer drawing out the money and placing it in front of his 'friend'.
"And I was thinkin' you were outa money!" said Mr. Black greedily reaching for the money, he was feeling out of place here. Unlike their regular meeting places, this was a reputable establishment.
"You can thank my Lydia for that, she has a soft spot for me. She actually believes I will repay her!"
Mr. Black coughed into his ale, "Yer lucky day, then."
"Yes, you swine! What do you have to tell me?! You can quit the 'pleasant' small talk."
"Patience, ain't yer strong point, is it? Well, remember what I told ya... 'bout 'is wife?"
"Of course, you nincompoop!"
"Well, I discovered somethin' that 'ill certainly 'elp. Back in April, they 'ad a little spat... No... truthfully, they 'ad one 'ell of a fight... people'd pay money to see somethin' like tha'."
"Would you get on with it man! I haven't much time."
"Fine! Yer, Mr. Darcy's wife is a carryin' a child."
There was a spluttering sound from a nearby table. Wickham and Black looked at the gentleman, but he turned his face away.
"A child," whispered Wickham, "Darcy was not happy about this then?"
"Can ye blame 'im!? The sly b***h said the baby wasn't 'is."
"This is wonderful, Black. Have you anything else to tell me?"
"No."
"Well, what information you have given me will fit in nicely with what I already have planned."
With that Wickham got up and left the tavern, Black soon followed. It was only then that the Colonel raised his head. In the space of a few minutes many things had become crystal clear. He had to do something to help his cousin, but what?
Chapter 35
Elizabeth woke up in the dimly lit room, for a moment she forgot where she was, then she heard the quiet sounds of her baby and she remembered everything. She had been so frightened when she realized that she was going to have the baby earlier than expected. Her aunt had done everything to comfort her, but she was still worried that in the process her daughter may have gotten hurt. Carefully easing herself into a sitting position she realized that her aunt had fallen asleep in the chair beside the bed,
"Aunt," she whispered, "Aunt!"
"Ahh!!" exclaimed Mrs. Gardiner as she quickly woke up, "Oh! Lizzy, you startled me. How are you dear?"
"Do you mean apart from feeling like I have been run over by one of Lady Catherine's several carriages?"
Laughing at her niece's sarcasm, Mrs. Gardiner reached into the bassinet and gently lifted the baby out.
"This is your, Mama, little one," whispered Mrs. Gardiner as she gently placed the baby in Elizabeth's arms.
Elizabeth smiled at her daughter, "She has..." Elizabeth stopped, she didn't want to see the resemblance between William and his baby.
"What, Lizzy?"
"I was going to say she looked like, William."
"Ah... Well, I'll leave you alone with her for a little bit."
A few minutes later Mrs. Gardiner returned with her husband the three of them spent the next little while exclaiming over the girl.
"What are you going to call her, Lizzy?"
"I haven't given it much thought. Will..."
"Yes, Lizzy," said Mr. Gardiner, he and his wife had become accustomed to Elizabeth almost saying her husband's name, then stopping.
"My husband always said if we had a daughter, he would like to call her Elizabeth, but I never really wanted a child of mine named after me."
"You could use Elizabeth as a second name or you could use a diminutive of the name as a first name. What about Beth?"
"Yes... but I often thought I could name a daughter of mine after William's mother... Anne... Beth Anne," said Elizabeth testing the sound of the name, she didn't like the sound of it.
"Lizzy... You may not want my interference, however, would you consider calling her Elise, instead of Beth. Elise Anne."
"Elise Anne, I like that... However, if you think about it she is still named after me! Elizabeth Anne. Elise Anne."
"True, but I think the sound of that name is very pleasing," added Mrs. Gardiner.
Laughing, Elizabeth said, "Only a few moments ago, I couldn't think what names I would like to give her. Now, I can think of many others!"
"That is usually the way it is," chuckled Mr. Gardiner.
"Very well, she is Elise Anne," stated Elizabeth, while mentally adding 'Darcy'.
The next month passed quickly for Elizabeth. She knew it would soon be time for her to return to Longbourn and the Gardiners to London. What she remained unaware of was the scheme the Gardiners were putting into action.
Mr. Gardiner had retrieved the letters and was reading them at breakfast. Elizabeth observed a satisfied smile cross his face as he read a letter which she realized was from her father.
"Well, Lizzy. We have a proposition for you. What would you say to coming with us on a journey into Derbyshire."
"Derbyshire!" cried Elizabeth, "Why? I mean... What about Elise? We can not possibly travel with her. And what will my parents say?"
"Of course we can and your father has already given his consent," soothed Mrs. Gardiner, guessing another reason for her nieces reluctance to visit Derbyshire.
"Indeed! It is possible, Lizzy. Why you aunt and I traveled to Longbourn in the middle of winter with Kate when she was a little younger than Elise."
"But... but..."
"Lizzy. Everything is sorted, we have arranged for a new nursemaid to meet us in Lambton..."
"Lambton!" gasped Elizabeth, "I can not go to Lambton, Will... he might be there!"
"Yes! And if he is you will not find a better opportunity to try and mend your marriage. You have, after all, been telling us that you would like nothing better than to have things as they were."
"Yes... I... I am just frightened that he may never forgive me. I don't think I could stand it... I would turn into Mama... Suffering from nerves and going into a fit of vapors at the slightest provocation!"
"That is a bit dramatic, Lizzy," admonished Mrs. Gardiner, "Think of it this way... You could spend more time with Elise."
Mrs. Gardiner knew just how appealing it would be to her niece to be allowed more time with her daughter. It worked,
"Very well," replied Elizabeth.
"Wonderful!" exclaimed Mr. Gardiner, "We leave in two days."
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A week later the Gardiners, Elizabeth and Elise settled into Lambton. Mrs. Gardiner was eager to see many of her friends and to keep up appearances she showed off 'her baby'. Elizabeth always came along on these visits and if any of Mrs. Gardiner's friends noticed a slight resemblance between Elise and Elizabeth they merely thought it was because they were cousins.
Mrs. Gardiner delayed any suggestion of a tour of Pemberley for some time, waiting for the right moment. That day finally came, after they had been in Lambton for a number of days.
"What would you say to visiting Pemberley tomorrow? It is not directly in our way but no more than a mile or two out of it."
Elizabeth looked up momentarily, alarmed, "Do you really wish to see it, Aunt?"
"I would have thought you would, having heard so much about it!"
"I... I... Should feel awkward to visit the place without a proper invitation!"
"Lizzy! What need is there?" cried Mrs. Gardiner really meaning that as the mistress of the house Elizabeth should see it.
Elizabeth was spared the need of replying, for Hannah, the serving girl came into the room at that moment.
"How far are we from, Pemberley?" asked Mr. Gardiner of Hannah.
"Not more, 'un five miles, sir."
"The grounds are very lovely, are they not?"
"As fine as you'll see anywhere, ma'am. My oldest brother is an undergardener there."
Elizabeth took this opportunity to ask the question that was most important to her, "Is the family here for the summer?"
"No, ma'am," answered Hannah as she curtsied and left the room.
"Well then?" asked Mrs. Gardiner.
"Perhaps we might visit Pemberley after all," said Elizabeth.
It would have been agreeable to the Colonel to have left Brighton by the afternoon following his discovery, but as it was he was prevented from leaving until the week after. When he finally reached London and arrived at the Darcy townhouse it was to find the place shut up. Upon inquiry he found that his cousins, along with a party of friends, had left for Pemberley only the day before. It was with this news that the Colonel determined to follow them the next day.
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What if Hannah was wrong? What if William is there and no one is aware of it!? It would be so very awkward if he was!
"Lizzy! Do hurry up, we do not want to be late," Mrs. Gardiner cried as she came into her nieces room with little Elise in her arms.
Grabbing her bonnet she followed her aunt and daughter downstairs where Mr. Gardiner was waiting. The ride to Pemberley was quiet, except for the gurgling of Elise, who was in Elizabeth's arms, and the mention Mr. Gardiner made of them now being on Mr. Darcy's land.
"I think we have seen woods and groves, enough, to satisfy even your enthusiasm for them, Lizzy," said Mr. Gardiner.
"Indeed... Will we reach the house itself before dark, do you think?" asked Elizabeth trying to ease her apprehension.
"Be patient... Wait," said Mrs. Gardiner as she held up her hand, ready to indicate Pemberley.
It was just at that moment that the great estate came into view. Elizabeth gasped at the sight of it. The lake in front of it, the lawn that swept up to the grand entrance and the sunlight illuminating it, rendered the house so beautiful that it made Elizabeth love the house as much as her husband.
"How do you like the house, Lizzy?"
"I like it very well, indeed. I don't think I have ever seen a house more happily situated."
Mrs. Gardiner was tempted to bring up the owner of the house as a topic of discussion, but she could not be that cruel to her niece. Instead, she asked,
"Shall we inquire of the housekeeper to see inside the place?"
Elizabeth nodded, her curiosity had been awakened.
Mrs. Reynolds was more than pleased to show them around. She lead them through many of the fine rooms, praising the family at every opportunity. Elise, curled up in Mrs. Gardiner's arms, slept through most of the tour, not caring or knowing that she was being lead through her Papa's home.
"... This was where Mrs. Darcy used to write her letters every morning. It was her favorite room... And this is the Music Room."
The Gardiners exclaimed over the room, while Mrs. Reynolds said to Elizabeth, "There is a fine prospect from that window down towards the lake."
Taking the hint Elizabeth walked to the window.
"This piano has just come down. It is a present from my master for, Miss Georgiana."
"Your master is from home, we understand.
"Yes, but we expect him here tomorrow. He is coming with a large party of friends and Miss Georgiana."
Elizabeth paused before turning away from the window. She was not sure whether she was relieved or disappointed that he was not here.
Mrs. Reynolds then drew their attention to the portrait of Georgiana. After examining it, Mrs. Gardiner called them over to a little table, she knew the picture was of Wickham, but she assumed the other gentleman to be Lizzy's husband, she hoped that Mrs. Reynolds would tell more tales of her fine master, for Lizzy's benefit.
"Lizzy, do come and look at this picture. It reminds me very much of someone we know!"
"This one, ma'am," said Mrs. Reynolds, "He was the son of the late Mr. Darcy's steward. He has gone into the army now, but I am afraid he has turned out very wild... And that's my master and very like him too."
"It is a handsome face, but I have never seen the original. Is it like him, Lizzy?" asked Mrs. Gardiner as she carefully kept Elise's little hands from touching the glass.
"Oh! Does this young lady know the master?" cried Mrs. Reynolds before her attention was drawn to the baby. She felt certain she had seen the child's likeness somewhere.
Elizabeth colored and replied, stammering, "A little."
"And he is very handsome, is he not, ma'am?" asked Mrs. Reynolds telling herself she was imagining things.
"Yes, very handsome."
"I am sure I know none so handsome, or so kind. There is a finer larger portrait of him in the gallery upstairs," said Mrs. Reynolds preparing to lead them there.
On the way to the gallery Mr. Gardiner asked, "Is your master much at Pemberley in the course of the year?"
"Not so much as I could wish, sir."
"Perhaps, if your master were to marry, you might see more of him."
"Yes, sir, but I do not know when that will be. I do not know who is good enough for him. I long to see his own children running through the halls of Pemberley, as he used to when he was a boy."
It was all Elizabeth could do to keep from blushing, but her eyes were drawn to Elise, an action that did not go unnoticed by the Gardiners.
They were shown the picture of William and Elizabeth remained at it for some minutes. She was very much aware of her guilt in treating him as she had, accusing him so unjustly, believing others and not asking him for an explanation.
'I don't deserve you!' thought she as they passed the portrait on their way out of the room.
When they had taken leave of the housekeeper they were escorted, by the gardener, across the lawn. Mrs. Gardiner had handed Elise over to Elizabeth and while the Gardiners remained discussing the house, mother and daughter slowly walked towards the lake.
Elizabeth was so intent upon whispering to Elise, who was basking in the attention, that she did not observe the figure a short distance away. However, upon looking up, Elizabeth beheld the master of the estate at the same time he discovered her presence.
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"William!"
"Elizabeth!"
Neither of them knew what to say to the other. It was during these awkward moments that Elizabeth saw he was soaking wet and that William saw she was holding a baby in her arms. He was struck by the child's resemblance to Elizabeth, the same eyes and mouth! Was it possible that this was her baby? And dare he presume... his?
"We did not expect to see you here," she gasped looking at Elise.
"I... returned a day early... Your parents are in good health?" asked he, tearing his yes away from the baby.
'He is actually speaking to me!'
"Yes, I thank you, they are."
"I'm glad to hear it... How... how long have you been in this part of the country?"
"Two days, sir."
"And where are you staying?"
"At the inn in Lambton."
"Oh, yes. Of course... Well, I just arrived myself... And your parents and all your sisters are in good health."
"They are all in excellent health, sir."
William, could think of nothing else to say. Excusing himself, he set off to the house.
Elizabeth was standing in the same place, when the Gardiners came up.
"The man himself, I presume!" cried Mr. Gardiner, hoping they had not said anything that had upset the other.
"And just as handsome as in his portrait, though perhaps a little less formerly attired," said Mrs. Gardiner.
"We must leave here at once!" exclaimed Elizabeth turning on her heal and clutching Elise, started walking in the direction of the carriage. Her aunt and uncle followed, asking if he was displeased and what he had said.
When the group had reached the carriage, Elizabeth gave Elise to her aunt and made to climb get into the carriage. However, she was prevented from this by William's voice saying,
"Miss. Bennet!"
Elizabeth turned to face, William as he said, "I hope you were not leaving."
"Yes, we were, sir. I think we must." He had obviously changed into dry clothes but his hair was still adorably wet.
"I hope you're not displeased with, Pemberley?"
"No."
"Then you approve of it?" asked William.
'Elizabeth, please see that I am not angry over the things we said in Hunsford!'
"Very much. But I think there are few who would not approve."
William smiled at this, "But your good opinion is rarely bestowed and, therefore, more worth the earning."
"Thank you," replied Elizabeth, slightly confused.
"Would you do me the honor of introducing me to your friends?"
"Certainly," walking over to the Gardiners, she said, "Mr. and Mrs. Edward Gardiner, and," Elizabeth paused uneasily, "Elise Gardiner, Mr. Darcy."
'I would not have believed this child to be their daughter!' thought William.
William greeted them saying cordially, "Your staying in Lambton, I hear."
"Yes, I grew up there as a girl," said Mrs. Gardiner.
'I knew that, didn't I? However, her lovely niece had distracted me!'
"Delightful village. I remember running from Pemberley to Lambton almost every day in the horse chestnut season... There was one very fine tree there..."
"On the green, by the Smithy!" exclaimed Mrs. Gardiner.
"The very one! Mr. Gardiner, do you care for fishing?"
William was aware that, Elizabeth was looking at him in shock. He knew she believed he would still be angry.
"Indeed, I do, sir. When I get the chance of it."
"Well, if you have time during your stay you are more than welcome to come and fish in my trout stream. I should be happy to provide you with rods and tackle, and show you the best spots... Let us walk down, now."
William and Mr. Gardiner walked ahead of Mrs. Gardiner, Elizabeth, and Elise. Mrs. Gardiner was tempted to say something to her niece, but did not when she realized that Elizabeth's thoughts were miles away.
As they came closer to the gentlemen, Mrs. Gardiner handed Elise to Elizabeth and went to join her husband. Elizabeth held back and turned slightly away from the group, hoping that she did not appear to be too perplexed. She was made even more uncomfortable when William joined her.
They walked a little ahead of the Gardiners, while Elizabeth said after a moments hesitation, "I must say again, sir, how unexpected your arrival was. Had we known you were coming, we should never have invaded your privacy. Mrs. Reynolds assured us you would not be back until tomorrow."
"Pray, do not make yourself uneasy. I had planned it so myself, but I found I had business with my steward, so I rode ahead of the rest of the party without informing anyone... If I hadn't, we might not..." William paused uncomfortably and glanced at Elizabeth and Elise, "There are those in the party that claim an acquaintance with you," he paused once more, remembering the argument they had in Hunsford, "Mr. Bingley and his sisters."
"Oh."
"There is one in the party who particularly wishes to know you. Would you..."
Elise chose this moment to gurgle happily and look at her father with her 'fine eyes' that resembled her mother's, too strongly to be ignored.
"Would it be asking too much for me to introduce my sister to you during your stay in Lambton?" asked William, wondering what had happened to their baby. The thought that Elise might be his and Elizabeth's child did persist.
"I should be delighted to make her acquaintance."
"Thank you," he replied.
They slowed their walking and it was not long before they were walking with the Gardiners. When the group arrived back at the carriage, William asked them if they would care to come in for refreshments. They were genuinely sorry they had to refuse, due to a prior engagement, however, it did give time for Elizabeth to think about all that had happened.
William handed Elizabeth into the carriage and said, "I hope we shall meet again very soon. Good day, Mr. Gardiner, Mrs. Gardiner. Good day, Eliza... Miss. Bennet."
The carriage started forward and William was relieved to observe Elizabeth turning to look at him as they drove out of sight.
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The following day found William pacing up and down the halls of Pemberley, anxious for the arrival of his sister so he could inform her of the wonderful news. Finally, he saw the carriages arriving.
Going out to meet them he was surprised to find his cousin in the carriage that held Miss. Bingley and Georgiana.
"Fitzwilliam! What ever are you doing here? I thought you were in Brighton."
The Colonel, true to his word, had set out the morning after he arrived in London. By the end of the day he had been obliged to put up at an inn along the way. He had been very pleased to discover that the very people he was looking for were also there, then he had found out that Darcy had rode on ahead of the party. So, he had been forced to wait and join the party the next day, and here he was.
"I... ah... was able to get away. I hope you are not displeased," stuttered the Colonel, wondering when he would be able to inform his cousin of his news.
"Displeased! Not at all, I am very glad you were able to join us."
After welcoming his guests he held his sister back, while the rest of them went inside.
"Georgiana, something has happened... Don't look like that, it is good news. Elizabeth is in Lambton."
"Your Elizabeth!"
"Shhhh!" he warned, "Yes, she is there with her aunt and uncle... and their daughter. I thought you may like to pay her a visit."
"Very much! Shall we go right away?"
"If you are not too tired."
"Oh, that is nothing!"
William and Georgiana then went into the house, where he asked for his great coat, etc. And Georgiana asked Mrs. Reynolds to tell their guests, should they ask where they went, that they had gone to visit and acquaintance.
Just as he and Georgiana were about to leave the Colonel and Bingley came down the stairs and asked to know what was going on. William answered the question and they immediately asked if they could accompany them.
Ten minutes later, William, Georgiana, the Colonel, and Bingley, set off.
Elizabeth, along with her aunt and uncle were at the inn, when the sound of a carriage arriving drew them to the window. Elizabeth immediately recognized the livery and retreated, fearful of being seen. She then spent the time pacing up and down the room until William and Georgiana were shown in.
Once the introductions had been performed, William took the opportunity to inform the Gardiners and Elizabeth of their other guests.
"My cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam, has paid us a surprise visit. He, along with Mr. Bingley insisted on accompanying us. Shall I summon them?"
"Oh, indeed, Mr. Darcy. I think we would all like to see them," answered Mrs. Gardiner. William then left the room in search of them.
Turning to her sister-in-law, Elizabeth said, "I understand you are fond of music and play very well."
"Not very well, but I am fond of music. I should dearly love to hear you play and sing, my brother told me he has rarely heard anything that gave him more pleasure."
"I'm afraid your brother had grossly exaggerated my talents, not doubt, for some mischievous reason of his own."
"Oh, no! That could not be so. My brother never exaggerates. He always tells the absolute truth, though I believe he is sometimes a little to kind to me."
"An ideal elder brother then," replied Elizabeth, smilingly.
"Oh, yes! I could not imagine a better or a kinder one."
"You make me feel quite envious. I have not brothers at all, only four sisters."
"I should have liked to have had a sister," said Georgiana slyly, "However, the only way that could be is if William married, yet he has never shown any particular regard for any ladies of our acquaintance."
To the Gardiners, who had been paying close attention to this exchange, this seemed like a statement that need not have been said, unless it was to ensure that a certain someone might improve her opinion of her husband. Georgiana may prove to be a very helpful ally.
Elizabeth had no time to reply, for the gentlemen had returned, but she did blush thinking of her remarks in Hunsford.
Once more introductions where made and then all that remained was for Bingley to ask if all Elizabeth's sisters were still at Longbourn and for the Colonel to closely observe his cousin and Elizabeth. William reminded Mr. Gardiner that he would be welcome to come fish at Pemberley and they then enjoyed a conversation about the sport, before it was time for the guests to take their leave. It was at this moment that Georgiana, with a little prompting form her brother, asked them for dinner the following evening.
"Your daughter and her nursemaid are also welcome, Mrs. Gardiner," added William.
"We shall be delighted to join you and that is very kind of you, Mr. Darcy, to include Elise. I hope she will be no trouble."
"I am sure she will be fine."
Therefore, without further delay the guests left.
When they arrived back at Pemberley, the Colonel said to Darcy, in a lowered voice, "There is something of great importance that I need to tell you."
"Fitzwilliam, I shall meet you in my Study in fifteen minutes, I assure you. First I must present a gift to Georgiana."
Sighing, the Colonel walked in the direction of the Study. Once inside he helped himself to a drink and cast himself into one of the chairs. His cousin was obviously happy that his wife was so near and the Colonel was rather loath to inform him of something that would certainly dampen his spirits. The fifteen minutes went by all too fast for the Colonel, since before he knew it his cousin had joined him.
"Well," he said cheerfully, "What is this matter of great importance that you simply mush tell me?"
"Darcy, this is a very serious matter, or by the pains you have taken to conceal it, I assume it to be very serious."
"You, have my attention," said William adopting a serious tone.
"I know you are married. I know you are married to Elizabeth Bennet, as she was."
"How do you know this?" William cried, before blushing deeply.
"That is the part I fear you will not like. One evening when I was in Brighton, I went to a local tavern. While..."
"For G-d's sake, Fitzwilliam! Get to the point!"
"I am! While I was there I noticed Wickham come in, he sat down at table not far from mine, but it was in a very secluded corner. The man that was waiting at the table accepted some money from Wickham... Wickham then asked the man if he had any news for him. The man said that you and your wife had had a fight in Hunsford... over... over some things, but what caught my attention most of all was the fact that this informant knew that your wife was carrying a child... Your child?"
William stood looking out the window, this was not good news. With Wickham knowing he could be planning all kinds of revenge, Wickham could even tell Lady Catherine and then all these years of suffering, waiting and the misunderstandings they had endured during the last while, would have been of naught.
"Darcy... What do you plan to do about this?"
"I don't see what there is to do! If I confront him that may be just what he is hoping I will do... Then again, he may have bigger and better plans that would bring shame upon me and then he could extort some money from me. He does know that my allowance from Lady Catherine is quite large."
"True, but what will you do?"
"I think I have no choice but to leave things as they are."
"I suppose that is true... Darcy, would you mind telling me... How you came to marry her?" the Colonel chuckled, "Would you believe, it has only truly dawned on me, just now, that she is my cousin!?"
William managed a weak smile, he recognized that his cousin was trying to cheer him up, "True... She is your cousin. Well, I will tell you everything."
That is just what William did. He described his meeting with Elizabeth in Scotland, their meetings in Meryton (leaving out certain... ahem... details), their argument in Hunsford, and finally how they had met the day before.
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Miss. Bingley, however, soon warmed to Elise when she had the idea that Mr. Darcy may think her to be a suitable mistress for Pemberley if she showed an interest in children.
"May I hold her Mrs. Gardiner?" asked Caroline sweetly.
William and Georgiana noticed Elizabeth press her lips together in displeasure.
"If you wish to, Miss. Bingley," replied Mrs. Gardiner standing up and handing Elise to Caroline.
Elise instantly showed just how much she was like her parents. Caroline bothered her and the only way she could get out of this situation was to start wailing loudly. Caroline looked very perplexed at this change, while Elizabeth silently congratulated her daughter. William found the situation rather amusing, as well, and hid his smile behind his hand.
"I don't understand!" cried Caroline once she had deposited the annoying baby into Mrs. Gardiner's arms, "Babies like me!"
"Caroline... She is about the third baby you have ever held and all the others did the same thing as she," said the honest to a fault, Charles.
Caroline and Louisa glared at their brother, but it was no use he had already returned to the conversation he had been having with Mr. Gardiner and the Colonel.
Elise had now stopped wailing and was sitting happily in Mrs. Gardiner's arms. It was at this moment that Mrs. Gardiner thought it would be wise to put Elise in the care her nursemaid. If it was one thing that could be said for Elise, she was frightfully candid about her dislikes. Much like her mother.
Before and during dinner the conversation was comfortable for all but William and Elizabeth. They would constantly glance at one another and then blush when they happened to make eye contact. They wanted to say so much to each other, but they were still uncertain how to approach the subject. For William, seeing Elizabeth in his house, only made him want to forgive and forget all the more. She belonged at Pemberley, and that little nagging voice that would not be quieted, persisted that Elise did as well.
When dinner was over, William and the rest of the gentlemen stayed only as long as required, before joining the ladies in the music room.
Elizabeth and Georgiana were at the pianoforte with Mrs. Gardiner close by, sitting in a chair holding on to Elise. Bingley's sisters were perched on the sofa looking very displeased.
William saw that Elizabeth was going to play for them and he quickly made for the best seat from which he could observe her. She sang as beautifully as ever, but to him, everything about her was beautiful. He was surprised to see that when her song was finished, she managed to coax Georgiana into playing for the company, a task he had often failed in.
Elizabeth after leaving the piano made her way over to where her husband and uncle sat. William was certain she would have taken the seat next to him had not Miss. Bingley intervened.
"Miss Eliza Bennet, are the militia still at Meryton?"
"No, they are encamped at Brighton for the summer."
"That must be a great lose for your family."
"We are baring it as best we can, Miss. Bingley."
"I might have thought one gentleman's absence might have caused particular pangs."
William let go of the breath he was hold, drawing the attention of both ladies, but Caroline was not to be stopped.
"I can't imagine who you mean," said Elizabeth uneasily.
"I understood that certain ladies found the society of Mr. Wickham curiously agreeable."
Georgiana's fingers faltered on the keys. The Colonel shot an angry look at Caroline, William started to get up, the Gardiners exchanged a look of alarm, but it was Elizabeth who set everything right.
Turning back to her sister-in-law, she said, "I'm so sorry. How can you play with no one to turn the pages?" As she turned the page, Elizabeth's eyes met her husbands and they remained that way for most of the song.
To hide her embarrassment at the end of her performance Georgiana asked Mrs. Gardiner if she may hold the baby.
"Of course, Miss. Darcy."
Once Georgiana had her niece safely in her arms she sat down next to Mrs. Gardiner, as Elizabeth tentatively took the seat next to William.
"She is so perfect! William, do look at her."
"Yes, she is perfect. And I can see her from here, Georgiana. "
"What good is that?" lowering her voice so only Mrs. Gardiner would hear her she asked, "Could my brother hold the baby?"
'You are definitely an ally!' thought Mrs. Gardiner, while she whispered, "Of course!... Mr. Darcy, would you care to hold her?"
"I... ah... I'm not very good with babies."
"Nonsense! Lizzy... Come here."
Elizabeth instantly saw what her wicked aunt had in mind and to say that it pleased her would have been a lie and to say that it vexed her greatly would also have been a lie. Rising slowly she made her way over to them. Georgiana hid her satisfied smile by planting a little kiss on Elise's head as she placed the baby in Elizabeth's arms.
Telling herself that she would not blush, that she would not be uncomfortable, she would just put the baby in William's arms and that would be that, Elizabeth walked back to William.
William was now standing and looking very uneasy. He was determined that he would not be embarrassed and that he would act like he was holding just any baby, but he knew it would be hard since he was so convinced the child was Elizabeth's and his. After all, it seemed that the Gardiners raising the child as their own could have been the only way for Elizabeth to have a baby without bringing shame upon her own head and her family.
Elizabeth made to put Elise in his arms and at that moment she let out a little cry, knowing that she was being put into a strangers arms,
"Shhh," Elizabeth soothed and refused to look in William's eyes.
Instead of crying loudly as she had done with Caroline, Elise just settled herself in William's arms. She seemed to like where she was and almost before William had really sat down again she was asleep. It was almost as if she knew that in her father's arms she was safe.
"It would appear, Mr. Darcy, that you have found a friend," laughed Mrs. Gardiner.
Georgiana made her way over to the group and one would have had to have been blind to not realize that there sat family. William, Elizabeth, Elise and Georgiana.
It was not long after that the Gardiners and Elizabeth took their leave. William, Georgiana, Bingley and the Colonel walked them out to the carriage.
As William helped Elizabeth into the carriage he squeezed her hand three times, a signal they had devised that night they spent together at Netherfield. It simply meant, 'I love you'. William was very relieved when he felt her squeeze his hand three times.
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William stepped forward and watched the carriage depart. Elizabeth still loved him, of that he could be certain and it was with this pleasant thought that he turned and followed the others back to the house.
Once inside, Georgiana made her excuses and retired for the evening, while William, Bingley and the Colonel went to join the rest of the guests.
"How ill Eliza Bennet looked this evening! I have never seen anyone so much altered since the spring. She has grown so brown! Louisa and I were agreeing that we should hardly know her!" cried Miss. Bingley as soon as they entered the room. The Colonel glanced at his cousin wondering how he would handle this, he was surprised to see that he looked completely unruffled.
"I noticed no great difference. She has a little tan, I suppose, but hardly a surprise when one travels in the sun," replied William calmly.
"For my part, I never saw much beauty in her face... Oh, her teeth are tolerable I suppose. As to her eyes, which I have sometimes heard called fine, I could never perceive anything in them. I believe you thought her pretty at one time, Mr. Darcy."
"Yes, I did... But it has been many yea... months now since I have considered her one of the handsomest women of my acquaintance!" William stated and shortly after excused himself from the room.
The Following Morning
Elizabeth and the Gardiners were getting ready to leave the Inn when Hannah came into the room with two letters for Elizabeth from Jane. Elizabeth asked to be excused from accompanying her aunt and uncle, they willingly let her stay, knowing how much she had been hoping for a letter from her sister.
Elizabeth sat down to enjoy her sister's letter.
My Dear Lizzy,I hope your journey has been as delightful as you anticipated. We shall have much to talk about when you return to Longbourn.
I confess I have hardly had time to write. The little Gardiners have been taking up all my time. How is little Elise? I am most anxious to meet the youngest member of the family! Mama spends most of her day above stairs or with Mrs. Phillips, I believe she finds the children's exuberance a little trying on her nerves. We all miss you, father most of all I believe.
Lizzy, since writing the above, something has occurred of a rather serious nature. Last night, just as we were all gone to bed, an express came to us from Colonel Foster. It said that Lydia had run off with one of his officers, to own the truth, with Wickham.
Mama went into hysterics. Papa, was speechless for a full minute. To Kitty, this news does not seem to be unexpected. I, however, am willing to believe the best. I shall write again as soon as I have more news.
Jane
Elizabeth quickly tore open the other letter and began reading.
Lizzy,I scarce know what to write, for I have bad news.
They did not go to Scotland after all. Instead they were traced as far as London. Our father has gone to London, with Colonel Foster, to try to discover them. I can not help but beg you all to come here as soon as possible. I know out Uncle's help would be most welcome.
Jane
"Oh, yes! Where is my uncle!?" cried Elizabeth as she started out of her chair.
As she reached the door Hannah came in, announcing William's arrival.
"I hope this is not a bad..." started William.
"You must excuse me," said Elizabeth, her voice choked by tears, "I must find my uncle this moment, on business that cannot be delayed."
"Good Good! What is the matter?" cried William.
"I..."
"You are not well. Let me... or the servant go for your uncle."
"No, I must."
"Come, I insist," said William as he lead Elizabeth to her chair and ordered the servant to fetch Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner.
"Shall I call a doctor? Indeed, you look very ill."
"No. I am well, I am well! I am only distressed by some dreadful news which I have just received from Longbourn," said Elizabeth as she broke down into tears.
William got down on his knees and put his arms around his sobbing wife. He could think of nothing to say that would bring her comfort so he just soothed her with little kisses.
"I'm sorry," she muttered wiping her eyes and pulling away from her.
"No, no," William said as he brushed a curl away from her face.
"I have just received a letter from, Jane, with such dreadful news. It cannot be concealed!... My youngest sister has left all her friends... has eloped... has thrown herself into the power of... Mr. Wickham... You know him too well to doubt the rest," William stood up and walked towards the end of the room, "She has no money... Nothing that can tempt him! I have not the smallest hope. She is lost forever and our whole family must partake in her ruin and disgrace."
"I am grieved... Shocked, but is it certain. Absolutely certain."
"Yes. They were traced as far as London, but not beyond. They are certainly not gone to Scotland. My father has gone to London and Jane writes to beg my uncle's immediate assistance. I hope we shall leave within half an hour."
There was a silence, as each of them were lost in their own thoughts. William, turned from the window and said,
"I fear you have long been desiring my absence. I shall leave you now," he picked up his hat from the table.
"Oh... Thank you. Good-bye."
He turned around to look at her as he left the room, there was a sadness in his eyes. As the door closed behind him, Elizabeth whispered,
"I'm sorry."
Chapter 42
Three Weeks Later
Elizabeth sighed as the carriage, carrying Lydia and Wickham, drove out of sight. If she had wished to sound like her mother she could have said that the last weeks had been very trying on her nerves. Her mood had not improved over the last while, Elizabeth had found it very hard to part with Elise when the Gardiners returned to London, but there was really nothing to be done.
Her mother, once she found out that Lydia was to be married, had forgiven all and immediately started demanding that the newlyweds pay a visit at Longbourn. Mr. Bennet finally consented when he realized that there would be no peace, until he did invite them.
As the family walked back into the house they all separated. Mrs. Bennet went to her room to bemoan the loss of her favorite daughter. Mary went to her piano. Kitty set about trimming a bonnet, but soon lost interest. Mr. Bennet went to his Library for reflection on all that occurred, he vowed that if any of his other daughters would be foolish enough to undertake a marriage like Lydia's, or a Gretna Green marriage, he would disown her so fast she would hardly have time to pack!
Jane and Elizabeth went to Jane's room and talked, much as she wanted to, Elizabeth still kept everything that had happened in Derbyshire and before that a secret. She supposed it was impossible for her and William to ever have what they once did. If, and it was a large 'if', there was a chance he still loved her, how would they sort out all there differences. There seemed to be little chance of Mr. Bingley returning and that appeared to be the only way William could come to Meryton.
For the next several days Longbourn was fairly quiet. The family only met at mealtime and even then the conversation was not as it had been. Then, one day, Mrs. Phillips came to pay a visit. The news she brought carried a great deal of importance for some members of the Bennet family.
"Sister! Have you heard the news? Mr. Bingley is returning to Netherfield!"
Jane and Elizabeth, who happened to be in the room, glanced at one another as their mother went on,
"Oh, sister! This is wonderful news!" then thinking of the other attachment that she had thought was forming, Mrs. Bennet asked, "Has, Mr. Darcy come with him?"
"No, not that I have heard. I have only learned that Mr. Bingley is returning, though I do not see why Mr. Darcy would not accompany him! Lizzy, my dear, I would take it as a slight if he could have forgotten about you so soon! What can those two men be thinking? Leaving my two beautiful nieces like that without any hint of their return!"
Jane blushed. Elizabeth tried to hide her pain at the news that William had not come.
"Indeed! I am certain they were very much in love with my dear girls... and they have used them very ill! As you say, sister, leaving without any hint of when they would likely return was very cruel!"
It was at that moment that Mr. Bennet walked into the room, his wife saw this as a perfect opportunity to remind him to pay his respects to Mr. Bingley at the earliest convenience.
"Mr. Bingley, has returned then?"
"Mr. Bennet! How can you be so tiresome! If he had not returned how could you call on him!?"
"Did he bring his friend with him?"
"Mr. Darcy, you mean. Well, that gentleman has decided that we are not good enough, obviously. He did not come, I did think there was a chance with him and Lizzy! No doubt, he heard the rumors that were going around about them and wanted nothing to do with her! You see what you do, Lizzy!" cried Mrs. Bennet, she turned to her daughter and began lecturing, "You drive away every respectable young man! Mr. Collins, might have married you, had it not been for the rumor about your escapades at Netherfield! That same rumor drove Mr. Darcy away!"
"Mrs. Bennet, we cannot accuse our daughter of such things!" began Mr. Bennet, with a touch of anger in his voice, "I believe it a very good thing that Mr. Darcy does not return. He is a very undeserving young man... He is not as respectable as one might think. Mr. Darcy hides his true character behind a fine family name and a fortune!"
Elizabeth felt her cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red. She remembered painfully that her father still believed William to be the father of Bridget Howard's baby, therefore, it was likely he believed William had managed to pay Bridget's husband to marry her. Her father could not know that it was Wickham who was the father of Bridget's baby.
"Not respectable!" gasped Mrs. Bennet, "Whatever can you mean?" her eyes had a eager gleam in them, she just loved gossip and this may be the best piece of news in years.
"I do believe that the young man is a little generous in his affections," replied Mr. Bennet carefully.
"Oh," said his disappointed wife, "If you mean that Mr. Darcy has had a mistress in the past, I would demand that you name one young gentleman of his stature that hasn't!"
This proved to be too much for Elizabeth and without caring what her family would think, she jumped up from her chair and said passionately,
"He is not what you say he is! He is the best gentleman that ever breathed! Do not say such things about him, do not even think such things!"
"Elizabeth Bennet! That is no way to talk to your parents," screeched Mrs. Phillips.
"I was not just talking to my parents, Aunt! I was also talking to you!" yelled Elizabeth.
"Elizabeth," said Mr. Bennet quietly, his fury at being addressed in such a way showed through his calm face, "I don't want you to ever talk to me, or your mother, or your aunt in that tone of voice again. Now, if you would be so kind as to excuse yourself and come back when you have regained your composure."
Elizabeth was only too happy to oblige. She turned on her heel and left the room, Jane followed her, but she knew better than to ask Elizabeth what was bothering her.
It took Mrs. Bennet a few minutes to regain the use of her tongue and even then she was still surprised by the anger that had been directed at her. It was probably well, for all parties, that the visit ended not long after Elizabeth's outburst.
At dinner that evening no mention was made of the incident and for the days following. Elizabeth believed it was because her parents really had no idea how to approach her on the subject.
A Few Days Later
"Three days! Three days he has been in the neighborhood and still he shuns us! I say it is all your father's fault. He would not do his duty and call so you shall all end old maids!"
"You promised me last year that if I went to see him he would marry one of my daughters and it all came to nothing. I will not be sent on a fools errand again," said Mr. Bennet as he left the room.
Mrs. Bennet looked as if she would have liked to say something, but nothing intelligent came to mind.
Kitty who had been looking out the window suddenly cried, "Mama! I do believe he is here! There is someone else with him... Why... Its Mr. Darcy!"
"Kitty, I do believe you are right! Jane run and put on your blue gown! Lizzy... ahh... put your red gown on... It is lower cut that the others!"
Jane made to follow her mother's advice, but Elizabeth sat frozen in her chair.
"No!" cried Mrs. Bennet, grasping Jane's arm pushing her daughter back into her chair, "Sit up straight Jane! A man could go a long way before seeing a figure like yours. Lizzy! Pull your dress down a bit, what have I always told you about showing off your gifts!"
Kitty giggled behind her hand, as Jane and Elizabeth blushed.
Mrs. Bennet went on about what she would say to both gentleman until she heard Hil and the two gentlemen approaching.