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Chapter 7

Posted on Sunday, 18 July 1999

Elizabeth sighed as Mr. Collins assisted her in stepping out of the carriage. She was tired and frustrated. With only a week to go until her wedding, she was becoming desperate to find some way to stop it. Her uncle and aunt had been unable to make her father see reason. Elizabeth's last hope rested on Jane and Bingley. That was why she had agreed to the party at Netherfield that Miss Bingley had proposed. Jane had hardly seen Bingley lately, as she had been spending most of her time with Elizabeth. Bingley had come to call on Longbourn a few times within the last couple of days but Jane hadn't paid too much attention to him. Elizabeth was concerned that Jane's anxiety about herself was jeopardizing her chances with Bingley. Hopefully this evening would reestablish Jane's attentions to Mr. Bingley.

Once everyone had unloaded from the carriages they ascended the steps. All of the Bennet family was there, plus the Gardiners. Elizabeth also knew that the Lucas's would be in attendance tonight, as well as the Forsters and some of the officers of the militia. Wickham, however, would not be there, thankfully. The last Elizabeth had heard, he had requested a transfer and was granted it. Lydia and Kitty had been quite vocal in their disappointment that he had left. Elizabeth had been relieved, as she hoped she would never see Wickham ever again.

The party from Longbourn entered the house. They were greeted at the door by Mr. Bingley and his sisters. After greetings were made they were escorted into one of the drawing rooms where the party was to be held. Elizabeth hoped that the evening would go rather quickly as she really did not want to be at yet another party celebrating her upcoming wedding. Also, Mr. Collins had become excessively attentive the last couple of days. She had gotten no break from him. He was constantly accompanying her on her walks and visits to her friends. He spent most of the evenings reading and talking to her. He would not leave her alone. The only time she would get any peace and quiet was when she had retired to her bed for the evening. Therefore the last couple of nights, Elizabeth had been retiring rather early.

When they reached the drawing room, the Longbourn party split up. Mr. Bennet went to talk to Colonel Forster while Mrs. Bennet headed directly for Lady Lucas, no doubt to gloat about the fact that Miss Bingley was throwing this party for Elizabeth and Mr. Collins. Kitty and Lydia went straight for the officers. Mary went and sat down next to Maria Lucas. Jane stayed with Elizabeth, as did Mr. Collins.

"Isn't it wonderful, my dear Elizabeth," began Mr. Collins, "to have such endearing friends who would be so kind to throw such an elegant party in honor of our upcoming nuptials."

"Indeed it is," said Elizabeth, barely able to keep the sarcasm out of her voice as she saw Miss Bingley approach them with her brother. "I would not know what I would do without the kindness and generosity of one such as Miss Bingley."

"You are too kind, Miss Elizabeth," said Miss Bingley, who had heard the exchange. She smiled as sweetly as she could at Elizabeth.

"Miss Bennet," said Mr. Bingley, addressing Jane. "I take it that the wedding preparations are almost done?"

"Yes," replied Jane. She looked nervously from Elizabeth to Mr. Bingley. "The wedding dress should arrive tomorrow. The flowers are also on their way."

"I take it that you are to be a bridesmaid?" said Mr. Bingley. He was trying desperately to get Jane to talk to him. Ever since Elizabeth's engagement she had been distant, almost as if she was pushing him away.

"Yes, I am," said Jane. "All of my sisters are to be bridesmaids. Mama thought it would be best." Jane curtsied a little. "If you excuse me, Sir." And with that she headed off with Elizabeth, with Mr. Collins following closely behind. Bingley watched them go, dejectedly. No matter what he tried, Jane Bennet wouldn't open up to him. Mr. Bingley didn't know what else he could do.

Elizabeth, Jane and Mr. Collins stopped on the other side of the room. Elizabeth looked at Jane and then addressed Mr. Collins.

"Mr. Collins, could you please fetch my sister and I some tea? We are both parched."

"Of course, my dear Elizabeth," said Mr. Collins, eager to please his bride to be. He bowed and went towards the refreshments, eagerly patting the piece of paper concealed in his jacket pocket. He had a surprise for Elizabeth and he hoped that with it he could secure her affections for him once and for all.

As soon as Mr. Collins left, Elizabeth turned to Jane, with a wild look in her eyes.

"Jane," Elizabeth began. "Why did you reject Mr. Bingley so? He is obviously interested in you but you constantly spurn his advances. Why? I thought you liked him."

"I do Lizzie, I do," said Jane. "It's just that I can't concentrate on Mr. Bingley when I know you are suffering so. How can I in good conscience pursue my own happiness when yours is so destroyed."

"Jane you are too good," exclaimed Elizabeth. "You know not what it means to hear you say that you would put your happiness below my own. But you cannot do that. I will not let you!"

"Dear Lizzie," Jane said. "It is not only that. You know that Mama has been quite vocal in her attempts to marry me to Mr. Bingley. I just can't continue to take that pressure and I don't want him to suffer from it also. Ever since your engagement, it hasn't been a day since Mama hasn't mentioned to me at least once how happy she will be to see me engaged to Mr. Bingley. She doesn't want to seem to give us time to court and get to know each other."

Elizabeth jumped back a little. She looked at Jane and realized that she wanted to be with Bingley but just didn't want to be pressured into the match. Jane wanted to continue to fall in love with him. Elizabeth suddenly felt lower then anything in the world. She had expected tonight to force Jane and Bingley together in hopes of them becoming engaged. In doing so she could prevent her marriage. She was as bad as her own mother. A look of horror crossed Elizabeth's face as she realized what she had planned to do.

"Are you okay, Lizzie?" asked Jane, concerned. "You look unwell. Perhaps you should sit down."

"No I am fine," said Elizabeth. She couldn't tell Jane the truth. If Jane knew what Elizabeth had planned then she would feel obligated to accept Mr. Bingley. Elizabeth couldn't do that to Jane, even though it would mean her escape from Mr. Collins. Elizabeth was not going to become her mother, trying to manipulate things to suit her needs.

Mr. Collins came back and Elizabeth accepted the tea from him. She tried not to cough as she realized that he had put too much sugar in hers. He smiled at her as he watched her sip it.

"I hope it is satisfactory, my dear Elizabeth," said Mr. Collins. "I hope that everyday I will have the honor of preparing your tea. For it is as Lady Catherine says, 'It is a wife's duty to look after her husband but that does not mean that a husband should neglect his wife's needs.' Lady Catherine is so obliging in her advice. I know that she will have much to give to you when we are at Hunsford."

Elizabeth smiled and nodded. Mr. Collins then started talking to Elizabeth and Jane about Lady Catherine and her great love of giving parties. He hadn't been invited to many himself, but the ones he had attended had been very grand indeed. Jane paid attention, as her sweet disposition made it unable for her to tune him out, which was what Elizabeth was doing. She had heard this story four times before and could practically recite it word for word with him. Elizabeth, instead focused her attentions on some one else.

Elizabeth watched as Mr. Darcy stood talking with Mr. Bingley and Sir William. Sir William was avidly describing King James court. Mr. Bingley was intently listening while Mr. Darcy was just sort of looking at Sir William. Elizabeth caught his eye and he looked at her. Elizabeth gave him a slight smile, arched her eyebrow a bit and indicated her head towards Mr. Collins. Mr. Darcy startled a bit, then caught her meaning. He smiled a little and moved his head towards Sir William. Elizabeth shook her head slightly and focused her attention again on Mr. Collins who was now reaching the part in his tale about the lemon cake Lady Catherine was fond of serving at her dinners.

After about an hour, Mr. Bingley addressed the room in hopes of hearing some music. Everyone agreed that it was a wonderful idea, especially Mr. Collins. After little persuasion Miss Bingley sat down to play. She eyed Mr. Darcy as she sat down. Miss Bingley effortlessly played the three pieces of music that were Mr. Darcy's favorites. After Miss Bingley finished, the room clapped for her. Mr. Darcy sat still in his chair, looking unaffected. Miss Bingley was a little angered. Is there no pleasing this man?

Miss Bingley then released the pianoforte to Elizabeth. She quickly looked over the music sheets and picked one. She started playing one of the lesser-known concertos, a quiet piece that wasn't quite on the grand scale that Miss Bingley had played. She played well, with only a few mistakes but they were so slight that no one noticed. When she finished, the room clapped enthusiastically, including Mr. Darcy. While Elizabeth was searching through the music sheets, Mr. Darcy approached her.

"Miss Bennet," Mr. Darcy said quietly to her. "If you would feel so inclined could you please play this." He handed her a music sheet." It is a great favorite of my sister's and mine. I think you would do it justice." Elizabeth startled in surprise at the compliment. So did Miss Bingley, who had moved closer so she might overhear the conversation.

"I would be honored, Sir," said Elizabeth, confused at Mr. Darcy's behavior towards herself. She took the music and as soon as Mr. Darcy reclaimed his seat she began to sing. It was another quiet simple piece with the pianoforte softly highlighting Elizabeth's voice. Her voice filled the room as she sang about love lost then found, hope gone then rediscovered. When she finished, the room was quiet for a few moments, then applause thundered throughout.

"That was quite well done, Miss Elizabeth," exclaimed Mr. Bingley.

"Thank you," said Elizabeth, who quickly stole a glance at Mr. Darcy. He smiled at her and she knew that she had indeed done the song justice. She wondered what the real reason was for him to ask her to play the song. Maybe he was missing his sister and wanted to hear something that reminded him of her. Elizabeth refused to contemplate any other reasons. In doing that, it might lead her to begin to manipulate him for her own purposes and that was something she was not going to do. She was not her mother. Elizabeth snapped out of her thoughts, however, when Mr. Collins stood up to address the room.

"If I could be so bold, I would like to sing a song I have prepared," Mr. Collins said proudly. Mr. Bingley hesitated a little but was interrupted by Miss Bingley.

"Of course you may, Mr. Collins. I will play for you," said Miss Bingley and she motioned Mr. Collins towards the pianoforte. She had seen the look Mr. Darcy had given Elizabeth Bennet. He had never once looked at herself like that before, and she had always made it a point to play Mr. Darcy's favorite music. It's all Elizabeth Bennets fault! Here she is an engaged woman and she is making a play for Mr. Darcy. And he is falling for it!! Miss Bingley was now determined to make Elizabeth Bennet suffer. And Miss Bingley knew that the fastest way to do that was to have Mr. Collins in front of the whole room.

Miss Bingley took her seat at the pianoforte. She quickly scanned the music sheet her had taken out of his picket and put before her. The music was the same hymn music that was popular in the church right now. The words, however, were entirely different. Miss Bingley smiled as she read it.

"Ready Mr. Collins?" Miss Bingley asked.

"Yes I am. I will now sing for the company a song I have written for my beautiful bride to be. It is called, 'Oh Lovely Elizabeth'."

Elizabeth's eyes widened in horror as Miss Bingley began to play and Mr. Collins began to sing.

"Oh lovely Elizabeth
With curly hair so fine
In only one week
You will be mine

Oh lovely Elizabeth
Whose hand I have won
I hope you will give me
Many fine sons

Oh lovely Elizabeth
With eyes so bright
You will obey me
With all of your might

Oh lovely Elizabeth
With wit so lively
When you are my wife
Lady Catherine will visit me

Oh lovely Elizabeth
With body so ample
When we are together
Please let me sample"

Mr. Collins finished with a flourish. After he was done the company stared in stunned silence. No one knew what to say. That Mr. Collins would write and sing such an embarrassing song, in hopes of winning over Elizabeth was a shock beyond belief. Eventually people came to their sense and quickly clapped. Mr. Collins, who seemed pleased with the reaction quickly moved over to Elizabeth's side. The whole room listened in anticipation of the conversation.

"What did you think of the song, my dear Elizabeth," asked Mr. Collins, a huge smile spread across his face.

"Uh...well..." Elizabeth glanced frantically around the room. She couldn't seem to form a coherent thought. All of her instincts were telling her to run. Fortunately for her, Mr. Gardiner noticed her distress and came to her rescue.

"You must excuse my niece, Mr. Collins," Mr. Gardiner began. "She is too overcome by your song. I'm sure she thinks it is an excellent piece. Now if you must excuse us, I think Elizabeth needs to return home. It is late and she needs much rest for she has a very busy week ahead of her."

"Yes, yes indeed," exclaimed Mr. Collins happy with the answer. He bowed and Mr. Gardiner escorted Elizabeth to the door, where his wife was waiting for him.

"Thank you for you wonderful party Mr. Bingley," said Mr. Gardiner.

"Thank you for coming, Mr. Gardiner. Mrs. Gardiner," said Mr. Bingley bowing to them both. Mr. Bingley turned to Elizabeth. "Thank you for excellent playing on the pianoforte, Miss Elizabeth."

Elizabeth only nodded in agreement and turned as the Gardiner's took her out of the room. They quickly collected their coats and hats and entered their carriage.

"Thank you," gushed Elizabeth as she hugged her aunt and uncle as the carriage left Netherfield.

"It is the least we could do my dear," said Mr. Gardiner. "Mr. Collins did a very insensible thing and the only way to save you from it was to get you out of there as quick as possible." Mr. Gardiner smiled and then his face fell. "If only I could have found a way to stop your marriage to him."

Elizabeth closed her eyes and nodded. There seemed like there was nothing anyone could do. No one could help her at all. But...Elizabeth's eyes snapped open as she realized that she had gone about this all wrong. She had been relying on other people to help her escape from Mr. Collins. She had never once thought of the possibility of relying on herself to get away from this marriage. By the time she reached Longbourn, Elizabeth had a plan in place and the will to carry it out.

Jane had one final stretch as she exited her room the next morning. After Elizabeth had left, the party had become quiet. Mr. Darcy had soon excused himself, saying that he wished to retire early. Mr. Bingley had approached herself a few times, but Jane did not talk much to him as she was knowledgeable that everyone in the room was paying attention to them and their conversation. She just wished that her mother would let them be, so that they could talk in peace. Maybe if she talked to her mother she would see reason. Jane decided to ask Lizzie's opinion. She walked down the hall to her room and knocked on the door. When she got no answer she slowly entered.

The first thing Jane noticed when she entered Lizzie's room was that it was very tidy. Elizabeth was neat but she usually had some books or such scattered on her nightstand. There was nothing. Maybe Elizabeth did some cleaning before she went to breakfast. Jane turned to go see if Elizabeth was downstairs when she saw a note on Elizabeth's dressing table. Written on it in Elizabeth's handwriting was one word: Jane.

Jane picked it up, already fearing the worst as she opened it. She quickly read the words.

Dearest Jane

When you read this letter I will hopefully be gone far from Longbourn, without any intention of coming back until the engagement with Mr. Collins is broken. This engagement is irrational and I will not go through with it. Please do not worry about me as I can take care of myself. Look after Mama and our sisters. Please tell everyone that I love them and I hope to be back soon.

Your loving sister,
Elizabeth

Chapter 8

Posted on Sunday, 15 August 1999

Mr. Darcy was not a pleased gentleman as he rode his horse through the countryside. The spectacle last night at Netherfield had been almost too much to bear. No matter how hard he tried he could not make sense of Mr. Collins behaviour. What was that man thinking. Did he honestly believe that horrid song would win Elizabeth's affections? At least Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner had had enough sense to get Elizabeth out of there before Mr. Collins could embarrass her further. As soon as she had left, Darcy had felt no desire to be in the same room as her family and had returned to his rooms, in hopes of sleeping. He had even entertained the idea of leaving for London, but no matter how hard he rationalized it, he couldn't make the decision to leave. I should leave this place as soon as possible but...I can't abandon her. Darcy's sleep had been restless and thus he was out for an early morning ride in hopes of settling his thoughts.

No matter how hard Darcy rode through the frosty fields, though, he couldn't set his mind at ease. Last night had shown him what true horror lay in store for Elizabeth if she married Mr. Collins. The thought of Mr. Collins being with Elizabeth in the manner of married people made him sick to his stomach. I have to do something. Paying off Mr. Collins wouldn't work. Mr. Collins had a comfortable home and with a patroness such as Lady Catherine de Bourgh, his wants would be few indeed. Perhaps talking to her father? Mr. Bennet had given the impression that he was a man of sense. But if his own daughter couldn't make him change his mind why should I think that an absolute stranger can? Darcy didn't know what to do. He had never been in a situation before where his wealth or status didn't present a solution to him. Maybe this calls for some more drastic action. His thoughts, though, were interrupted when he heard some one calling out a name. Darcy turned towards the sound and saw a figure on horseback in the distance. The figure seemed to be looking for someone. As Darcy approached he could see that it was Mr. Gardiner.

"Good day, Sir," said Mr. Darcy. "Is there..." Darcy was soon interrupted by Mr. Gardiner.

"Forgive me, Sir," said Mr. Gardiner quickly. "I need your help in a matter of utmost importance."

"Good God, Sir! What is the matter?" said Mr. Darcy fearing the worst.

"My niece, Elizabeth, has run away," said Mr. Gardiner. He tried not to pause as he noticed the alarm and panic in Mr. Darcy's countenance. "She left early this morning before the household was awake. There was a note for Jane, which said that she would not return until the engagement was cancelled. My sister has been taken by a fit of nerves and my brother can scarcely speak, he is so angry. Mr. Collins just sat there and read, saying that his prayers will bring my niece back. I'm trying to find my niece so that this may be resolved quickly. She doesn't have much in the way of money or warm clothes and it is beginning to look as though it might snow. You must help me find her."

"Of course, you will have my help and Bingley's too, I can assure you," said Mr. Darcy. "You should ride to Netherfield and fetch Mr. Bingley. I will continue the search."

"Thank you, Sir," said Mr. Gardiner, turning his horse towards Netherfield. "Hopefully we will find her and return her home safe." And with that, Mr. Gardiner rode off to Netherfield. Mr. Darcy didn't wait to watch him go. He turned his horse in the other direction and spurred the horse into a gallop, knowing that there wasn't a moment to lose.

"Where could she have gone?" Mr. Darcy asked himself. He knew that she wouldn't have been able to get far and on foot she wouldn't have too much of a lead against the horses. Darcy reasoned that she would probably be heading for the nearest coach stop to gain passage out of the county. Besides Meryton, the nearest place was a good hour away on horseback. She wouldn't dare try to walk that far? Not in weather such as this. Darcy pulled his arms in closer as the wind picked up and small snowflakes started to fall.

Mr. Gardiner rubbed his hands together by the fire at Netherfield. It was the second time this day that he had warmed himself by this particular fire. When he had reached Netherfield in the morning he had found Mr. Bingley having breakfast. After quickly telling him the particulars of his visit they both went out to look for Elizabeth. Mr. Bingley had even sent some of his men out to look for her. They had met up with Mr. Darcy while out looking. He hadn't seen her either. He had ridden to the coach stop at -----shire but no one he talked to had seen a woman on foot. They returned to Netherfield to warm up with some warm food and dry clothes before continuing again. The snow was falling harder now and even though it was mid afternoon the sky was dark and menacing.

Mr. Gardiner turned from the fire and sat down, taking the teacup offered by the servant. He watched as Mr. Darcy came into the room, having just changed out his clothes into drier ones. Mr. Darcy walked to the window, watched the snow fall for a few moments and then turned away, a look of worry on his face.

"We should go back out there," said Mr. Darcy. "Miss Bennet is out there some where and we need to find her."

"I know, but we will never find her in this weather. We must pray that she has found shelter and will wait out the storm," said Mr. Bingley. He flinched a little at his friend's glare.

"I cannot sit here and twiddle my thumbs while she is out there freezing to death," said Mr. Darcy, barely able to keep the anger out of his voice. "If you excuse me, I will continue to search for her."

"Darcy don't be foolish," cried Bingley. "I am worried for Miss Bennet also, but I don't want to have to organize another search for you also."

"You won't," said Darcy and he turned and quit the room. Mr. Bingley turned to look at Mr. Gardiner to apologize.

"There is no need to apologize for your friend, Mr. Bingley," began Mr. Gardiner. "He is worried about my niece, we all are. Hopefully his persistence will succeed where ours has failed. If any one can find her it will be him. I should return to Longbourn to see if there is any news."

"I should come," said Mr. Bingley. "I may be of assistance."

"That would be most appreciated," said Mr. Gardiner with a tired smile. The gentlemen got up and left, heading for Longbourn as quickly as the weather would allow. The snowstorm was becoming worse. When they arrived at Longbourn, Mrs. Gardiner raced out to meet them.

"My dear, oh you have not found Elizabeth," said Mrs. Gardiner as she helped her husband inside. "I had so hoped that you would."

"So did I," said Mr. Gardiner. "Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley were so kind as to help but we could not find her." Mrs. Gardiner looked at her husband and nodded knowingly. The longer the time was that she was missing the less chances there were that they would find her. She turned to Mr. Bingley.

"Thank you , Sir, in assisting us in out time of need," said Mrs. Gardiner.

"It was the least I could do," Mr. Bingley replied. "I would feel better if our efforts had come to find her. Mr. Darcy is still out there looking for her."

"In this storm?" Mrs. Gardiner asked astonished. She looked to her husband. He nodded an affirmation. Mr. Bingley continued.

"Hopefully he will find her. Mr. Darcy is not a man to give up on anything. Like your husband said a little while ago, if anyone will find her Mr. Darcy will."

The three of them stood silently in the hall for a moment. Mrs. Gardiner was soon called away by her children and Mr. Gardiner excused himself to go see Mrs. Bennet. Mr. Bingley stood awkwardly in the hall unsure as to what to do. He had finally decided on going to see Mr. Bennet when he saw a familiar shape pass by the open door in one of the adjacent rooms. Mr. Bingley quickly entered the room and cleared his throat hopefully catching Jane Bennet's attention.

Jane turned and jumped. "Mr. Bingley!" she exclaimed.

"Miss Bennet," Mr. Bingley replied. "I hope I am not disturbing you. I was..."

"I am sorry, Sir," said Jane quickly, "But out family is in a great time of need and I am quite occupied."

"I know," said Mr. Bingley. "I was out helping to look for Miss Elizabeth. Mr. Darcy is still out there."

"Oh...," Jane turned around away from him for a second. Mr. Bingley approached closer.

"Miss Bennet...Jane...I need to...there's something..." Mr. Bingley began slowly, unsure of his words. Jane turned around quickly.

"I am sorry Mr. Bingley but I cannot stay to talk," she said hurriedly and looked at the floor. "You have caught me at a most inopportune time and I am needed by my family until my sister returns. Please excuse me." And with that Jane turned and ran out of the room, her hand raised to her eyes as if to keep the tears back. Bingley watched her go, arm outstretched, as if just trying to touch her one last time.

Mr. Darcy cursed again as another snowflake landed in his eye. He reined his horse to a stop and pulled off his glove to rub at his eye, trying to release the offending snowflake. The snowstorm had gotten worse and it was getting hard to see. Darcy was starting to worry about losing his barrens as he had hardly rode in this part of the county. But I can't let something like that stop me. Miss Bennet has to be found. Darcy pulled his hat down harder on his head and continued on. He knew he only had one or two more hours of daylight left. Not that it mattered any ways. The snowstorm had made the sky dark enough to almost be night.

Darcy looked ahead again. It was almost impossible to see in the masses of swirling snow. He slowly scanned the horizon. All he saw was a couple of trees, what looked like part of a fence and...

"Miss Bennet," Darcy yelled out over the snowstorm. He could see the cloaked figure in the distance bolt straight upright at the sound of his words. The figure then wasted no time and tried to run. Darcy spurred his horse into a gallop after the cloaked figure. As he got closer a gust of wind blew the hood off of the figure and he could see a long mass of dark curls flowing behind the head of the person running. It had to be Miss Bennet. Darcy spurred his horse on.

"Miss Bennet," Darcy yelled again as he got closer. She turned around and saw who it was and started to run faster turning quickly in another direction. She was having difficult time running, though, as her skirts, the snow and the large bag she was carrying were all holding her back. As soon as Darcy was close enough to her he jumped off of his horse and chased her on foot. She showed no inclination of stopping so Darcy did the only thing he could. He got right up to her and in one move of tremendous speed he tackled her to the ground. Elizabeth screamed in shock, as she fell into the snow, Mr. Darcy holding onto her.

"Let me go! Let me go," Elizabeth screamed. She struggled but Mr. Darcy managed to hold on to her. "I don't want to go back!!" They struggled this way for few minutes before Elizabeth calmed down. When she did, she looked up and saw Mr. Darcy right above her, holding her down in a very uncompromising position in the snow bank. His hat had gotten knocked off and his hair and eyes were wild. Elizabeth's hair had become loose and was blowing freely with the wind. There eyes locked for a moment and they both felt the world disappear for a split second. Then they both realized what they must have looked like, turned bright red and hurriedly got up. Mr. Darcy though, did not release his hold on her arms.

"Will you release your hold on me, Sir?" Elizabeth said archly.

"Only if you promise not to flee," Mr. Darcy replied. Elizabeth nodded her head and he let go of her arms. Elizabeth stood still as Mr. Darcy fetched his horse. He brought it over to her and motioned for her to get up as he grabbed his hat and her bag.

"I am not going back to Longbourn!" Elizabeth said stubbornly. "I am not going back to marry that toad!"

"Where else are you going to go?" asked Mr. Darcy. "You have no money or connections? Who is going to take you in?"

"I was going to go stay with some friends in -----shire," Elizabeth replied.

"That is two county's away!" Mr. Darcy exclaimed. "You will never get there on foot! You had best go to Longbourn and work this out with your family."

"Don't you think I haven't already tried that?" Elizabeth said. Her temper was getting close to its boiling point. "My father won't listen, my mother thinks that this is a great idea and I have no brothers. Neither of them will listen to my sister's words. If it wasn't for Mr. Bingley, Jane would have gone through with the wedding to Mr. Collins without the slightest complaint!" Elizabeth began to scream as the frustration with her situation took over. "I am trapped! No one is going to come and save me! So I have to leave or else my life is over!"

"And who is to say that your family won't find you?" raged Mr. Darcy. "As soon as they do you will be married to Mr. Collins on the spot!"

"I will never let that happen," seethed Elizabeth.

"You will not be able to stop it," he replied between clenched teeth. Elizabeth made to reply but before she could, Darcy grabbed her by the waste and hoisted her up sideways onto his horse. Before she had a chance to get down, he was up behind her, his arms around her so he could hold onto the reins.

"I must suggest Miss Bennet, that you should hold on to me. We have a long ride back to Longbourn and it is going to be cold," said Mr. Darcy. He looked at her. "I am sorry Miss Bennet but you have to go back. My honor dictates it. However, you may believe me when I tell you this is the last thing I want to do." Elizabeth stared at him in shock. Unable to reply she accepted her defeat and nestled up to Mr. Darcy, and put her hands about his waist to hold on. She then released how cold it was and seeking heat, she the buried her face into his chest and listened to his heart beat.

Mr. Darcy tried not to react as Elizabeth put her head against his chest. He willed his heart not to race but he knew it was futile. He struggled once with the idea of just turning the horse around and not stopping until they reached Pemberley but he knew that if they both disappeared it would not be long before they were found. He pointed his horse towards Longbourn. With each step Darcy could feel his heart break as he knew he was delivering Elizabeth into a fate that she did not deserve. He pulled his arms around her tighter hopefully giving her the strength and security that he knew she needed right now. He hoped that despite everything, Elizabeth would be able to forgive him one day.

It was Lydia who first saw Darcy and Elizabeth approaching the house. Before they entered the gate, Elizabeth had pulled away from Darcy, releasing herself from his warm embrace. He could still feel the warm mark on his chest from where she had been pressed against him. As they passed through the gate, Mr. Bingley, Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner ran out to help them. Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner helped their niece down and quickly escorted her into the house. Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley followed silently after the horse had been led away by one of the servants. When they reached inside, Elizabeth was being wrapped in blankets and given some warm tea by her uncle and aunt. Jane came down the stairs and leaped into Elizabeth's arms overcome by joy and relief. Elizabeth gave her a weak smile.

That smile disappeared however, when the door opened and Mr. Bennet came into the room. He looked at Elizabeth and she stood up, mentally preparing herself for what was to come. Jane left her side and went to stand beside her aunt.

"Father," Elizabeth began, knowing that that was all she was going to get to say.

"No, Elizabeth!" her father began. He was shaking with anger oblivious to those around him who was watching his outburst. "That was the last straw. Running away was the stupidest, foolish thing you could have done! Did you not think? Has all sense run away from you!"

"Father, listen," Elizabeth pleaded.

"No I will not! This is it Elizabeth!" Mr. Bennet continued to shout. "I would have you married right now but your mother would never forgive me!"

"But I don't love him!" Elizabeth screamed.

"That doesn't matter anymore! I don't care if the Prince Regent himself asked for your hand, you are marrying Mr. Collins!" Mr. Bennet raged. He came up close to her. "You are not leaving this house until you are Mrs. Collins. Do I make myself clear."

Elizabeth glared back at her father, as hard as she could. "Yes."

Mr. Bennet nodded in agreement and walked out. Jane went to her sister, but before she could say anything Elizabeth quickly left the room, looking once at Mr. Darcy. After she left Mr. Bingley made an excuse for himself and Mr. Darcy to leave.

"Thank you, Mr. Darcy, for bringing our niece back," said Mrs. Gardiner.

"You are welcome," said Mr. Darcy. He looked at the Gardiners and saw that they were all sharing the same thought, that he should have never brought her back. Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley then left the house. It wasn't till Mr. Darcy was back on his horse and halfway to Netherfield that he realized through all of this Mr. Collins wasn't even to be seen. Darcy clutched his reins in anger until they were back at Netherfield.

Chapter 9

Posted on Sunday, 19 September 1999

Miss Bingley smiled as she looked at the decorations in the church. The flowers and ribbon were all in place. She was quite proud of her efforts. Everything looked relatively well and ready for tomorrow's ceremony. Finally the day has come! I will be rid of Elizabeth Bennet forever! And Mr. Darcy will be mine! Miss Bingley indulged herself and laughed, spinning herself around the empty church. She caught herself after a moment and stopped, not wanting to have her coachman wander in and see her making a spectacle of herself.

"No I can't do that," said Miss Bingley to herself. "Only the Bennet girls can make spectacles of themselves in Hertfordshire!" Miss Bingley laughed again. Unfortunately for her, the Bennet family had managed to keep Elizabeth Bennet's escapade last week under wraps. Miss Bingley had only found out by listening at the door when her brother and Mr. Darcy were speaking. Due to Elizabeth's impulsive attempt at escape she had been confined to Longbourn and hadn't been out in company all week. Not that it bothered Miss Bingley any. That meant that Elizabeth would be staying away from Mr. Darcy.

"She will never have him," Miss Bingley said as she once again adjusted one of the many ribbons lining the pews. "She will marry Mr. Collins and that will be the end of that. No one can save her now." Miss Bingley had been very upset when she had heard that it was Mr. Darcy that had found Elizabeth and brought her back to Longbourn. When she had heard the details, that they had ridden back together on Mr. Darcy's horse, holding each other tight to protect against the cold she had gotten so furious that she threw her favorite vase against the wall and broke it into a thousand pieces. Fortunately her brother hadn't heard any noise, though she was sure Mr. Darcy had. Her maid told her later that Mr. Darcy had asked about the loud crash he had heard coming from her chambers. He maid didn't reveal what her mistress had done but Miss Bingley knew that Mr. Darcy was intelligent enough to be able to piece together what had happened.

"Don't worry, Mr. Darcy," Miss Bingley said to no one but herself. "When we are married and settled at Pemberley I will have no reason to surrender myself to fits of anger. Though, if I break a few vases you can always buy me more." Miss Bingley sighed as she imagined herself as mistress of Pemberley. She had only been there once before, but as soon as she had seen the house she had been determined to become its mistress. She would give lovely parties and balls and the Darcys would be the talk of England. Miss Bingley had already decided what she wanted to do with some of the rooms that they wouldn't be needing. The nursery would definitely be going. The room had a beautiful view of the lake and countryside and was too nice to have wasted on children who wouldn't be able to appreciate the beauty any ways. It would make an excellent sitting room. Any children that they would have could make do with any of the smaller rooms.

Besides having her redecoration plans for Pemberley decided, Miss Bingley also knew exactly how she wanted her wedding to be. It will be a grand occasion that will have all of London talking. It will be nothing like this pathetic country wedding. Miss Bingley smiled as she imagined herself walking down the aisle to be married to her beloved, Mr. Darcy. He would be dressed in his handsomest blue coat while she would be shimmering in a glowing gown of white, never mind the fact that she hated white and thought that dark colors suited her complexion. To marry Mr. Darcy she would wear white for one day. The church in London would be ablaze with candles and gorgeous flowers from around the world. Her wedding would put all others to shame.

Miss Bingley sighed yet again as she gathered her belongings. Soon Mr. Darcy and herself would be together and everything would be right with the world. All her hard work would be over. Not that Mr. Darcy had noticed any of it. But with her rival Elizabeth Bennet out of the picture tomorrow, Mr. Darcy would need someone around and that someone would be Miss Bingley. The only vexation Miss Bingley had, though, was that Mr. Darcy would be leaving early the next morning for London. Earlier in the week, he had received a letter from Georgiana who had expressed her deepest wish to see her brother. Hence, Mr. Darcy was leaving. Oh well...I can still comfort him when Charles takes us back to London next week. It's better off that he doesn't go to the wedding. That way he can't stop it if Elizabeth Bennet casts her fine eyes at him as she is walking down the aisle.

Miss Bingley stepped into her carriage and sat down. She looked once more at the church and smiled at the thought of the marriage that would be taking place there tomorrow. Elizabeth Bennet deserved to be the wife of Mr. Collins.

Mr. Collins smiled as he stretched out in his chair. He had the parlor room all to himself. Mr. Bennet was in his library, Mrs. Bennet was in her room, the Gardiners were visiting the Phillips and the girls were all upstairs. The night before his wedding and he was alone to do as he wished. As it should be...Mr. Collins smile grew bigger as he thought of his bride. I've waited so long...tomorrow, Elizabeth Bennet, you will be mine. Not that he hadn't been waiting a long time. It had only been two months since Lady Catherine de Bourgh had mentioned to him to procure a wife and here he was, getting married. I hope Lady Catherine will be pleased with my choice of wife. She is beautiful, lively and charming. Her and Lady Catherine will be close acquaintances.

Mr. Collins practically grinned as he envisioned all the time he would be spending at Rosings Park with his new wife. It didn't bother him that he hadn't seen Elizabeth since her little escapade a few days ago. Mr. Collins knew that it would make tomorrow all the more special when he would see Elizabeth walking down the aisle towards himself. In fact, nothing about her trying to run away bothered him. He was shocked when he heard the news but knew that it was his place as a clergyman to help the poor Bennet family deal with Elizabeth's treachery then to go out and look for her like most engaged men would. Therefore he had spent the entire day reading various sermons with Mary and discussing with her the inherent goodness that must be displayed by ladies of gentle breeding at all times. He knew that her father would find her. Elizabeth was still her father's responsibility. After they were married, Elizabeth would be his responsibility.

Mr. Collins face grew firm as he thought about how Elizabeth's behaviour would have to change after they were married. She would not be scampering around the countryside anymore on flights of fancy, that he was certain. She would have responsibilities in maintaining their house and himself and attending to Lady Catherine. Once they had children, which Mr. Collins was anxious to begin on since Lady Catherine had remarked to him that a clergyman needed to set the example in his parish with a large family, Elizabeth would be busy tending to their needs. Yes, once we are at Hunsford, Elizabeth will settle down and become the perfect clergyman's wife. We will be the perfect example of marriage in this day and age. Lady Catherine will be pleased.

Mr. Collins stood up and looked around the Bennet's parlor. It was well decorated, though not to his tastes. Once he was master of Longbourn, he could decorate it as he pleased. It was a fine estate and Mr. Collins knew that he deserved it to be his. His father had left him enough to go to school and that was it. He had been very fortunate in receiving the parsonage at Hunsford. Without Lady Catherine's interest in his life, he wouldn't even be here now, preparing to marry Elizabeth. He would have been content to stay at Hunsford by himself for the rest of his life if it wasn't for Lady Catherine's insistence in his marriage and taking Longbourn as his own. Next time he came to Longbourn he would be here as its master, that he was certain. And with Elizabeth by his side, Longbourn would be a wonderful, happy home. For that at least, he didn't have Lady Catherine to thank but some one else. The very determined and persistent lady of house made his marriage to Elizabeth possible. Yes...I will always be indebted to the woman who made my marriage conceivable, Mrs. Bennet.

Mrs. Bennet smiled as she once again thought of the fact that one of her daughters would be married tomorrow. Hopefully it would be a happy occasion as Mrs. Bennet hoped Elizabeth would come to her senses and just let the marriage happen. Mrs. Bennet had tried to spend as much time with her second eldest daughter as she could this week but it hadn't gone over that well. Elizabeth had spent most of their time together staring out the window and responding to her questions with "Yes, Mother" or "No, Mother." There was one exception, though. When Mrs. Bennet had told Elizabeth about what was expected in her marital duties, Elizabeth had looked at her in shock and turned ill. She wouldn't speak at all. Mrs. Bennet, however, had tried to persuade Mr. Bennet to let Elizabeth out for a few small parties with respectable people, but Mr. Bennet was firm in his resolution to not let Elizabeth out of the house.

Mrs. Bennet thought back to her courtship and engagement to Mr. Bennet. She had stayed a summer at Bath with her cousins and they had first met at one of the many parties that were given that summer so long ago. Mr. Bennet was a quiet young gentleman who had admired the young Miss Gardiner from afar. She had always been a lively girl, a favorite with everyone around Bath and popular with the gentlemen. But although she was admired for her beauty, she had never had a serious attachment. One day while out walking she had met up with Mr. Bennet and he had escorted her back to her cousin's house. While walking with the tall, lanky gentleman they had begun to talk. They talked for hours about everything from the church to the latest fashions in London. It seemed as though that there was nothing they couldn't discuss.

It was soon after that the young Miss Gardiner had found herself to be in love with Mr. Bennet. He proposed and they were married soon after. The first years of marriage were wonderful. They would spend their time around Longbourn and with the arrival of their first two children they couldn't have been happier. Mrs. Bennet knew that the estate would be entailed away from the family if they didn't have a son, and with the continuing arrival of daughters, she started to worry. She could tell that he husband was worried also, even though he didn't communicate it to her. With each girl, he started to withdraw more and more away from her and into his own world in the library. This had hurt herself deeply for she didn't know if he blamed her for their failure to produce a son. She had started to become anxious with each pregnancy, praying every night that they would have a son so that her once caring husband would come back to her. Her prayers were never answered and so affected by her inability to produce a son that she had changed forever. She was determined that her daughters would be provided for and nothing would stand in her way. And now with Elizabeth marrying Mr. Collins, her prayers were answered. Mrs. Bennet hoped that this marriage would ease Mr. Bennet's heart. She knew it was too long past for herself and Mr. Bennet to reconcile and return to how it was before but hopefully their last years would be pleasant ones.

If Elizabeth's marriage secures our family position then Jane's will finally bring us the happiness we deserve. Mrs. Bennet was still determined that Jane would marry Mr. Bingley. It would secure Jane's place in the world and give her the happiness that was so rightfully hers. Now if only Mr. Bingley would hurry up and propose. Mr. Bingley and Jane belong together. Mrs. Bennet sighed and rang for tea. She knew that she had to be patient but that wasn't something that came easy to her. But, if all things went well, her next son-in-law would be Mr. Bingley.

Mr. Bingley smiled as looked out the window and saw the grounds of Netherfield covered in snow. Winter was one of his favorite seasons, as the world around him looked fresh and unspoiled. However, his weak smile was soon replaced by a dejected look on his face. He hadn't seen Jane Bennet all week since she hadn't gone out or received any visitors. He expected that she was sitting with her sister, trying to offer some comfort. What an angel...even in such times of stress and unhappiness she thinks of others.

Mr. Bingley walked away from the window. It had been an uneventful week. Since Miss Elizabeth had tried to leave, Mr. Darcy had been in a foul mood, not wanting to do much but sit and stare in the fire, out the window, at the wall, etc... Caroline had been busy helping to prepare the wedding. Louisa and himself had spent a few afternoons together but they had never really gotten along as children and this still stemmed into their adulthood. And Mr. Bingley didn't even want to go near Mr. Hurst. So for the last week, Mr. Bingley had spent a lot of time in solitude and reflection. And most of the reflection had been about Jane Bennet.

Mr. Bingley continued to go over every time they had met. Their first encounter in Meryton when he had not eyes for anyone else in the room. They party at the Lucas's when they had spent the night in close conversation. When she had gotten sick after riding to Netherfield in the rain. How he was worried about her. He was sure he glowed with happiness the first night she came down to sit with the party after being sick. The ball at Netherfield, when all he knew was Jane Bennet. I wonder if she knows that I gave that ball so I could have her all to myself for one evening. Those were his fond memories. Their last few encounters hadn't been too pleasant although they did not lessen his opinion of her. She seemed to be pushing him away. And for the life of him he couldn't figure out why. He hoped that after the wedding he would get a chance to talk to her and let her know how he felt. He didn't want to leave Netherfield without knowing how she felt about him. His sisters had pressed him to leave for London so he had tentatively planned to leave in a few days. But all that would change if Jane wanted him by her side.

Mr. Bingley let out a sigh. Tomorrow would be the day. He would find Jane and make her talk to him. He didn't know how much longer he could go on. Surely I will go mad if this continues. Hopefully tomorrow would be one of the most important days in his life. If all went well, it would be the beginning of his life with Jane Bennet.

Jane Bennet smiled as said goodnight to her sister Elizabeth and closed the door. She kept smiling until she reached her room. Once there she sat weakly down on her bed and let her emotions drain out of her. She had tried her best to keep Elizabeth's spirits up but nothing she did seem to work. Elizabeth had finally resigned herself to the fact that she was to become Mr. Collins wife. She had fallen into a deep depression and nothing Jane could do could bring her out of it. Jane knew she should have been the one marrying Mr. Collins. Yet, as ashamed as she was, she was grateful for Mr. Bingley being there to prevent herself from becoming to engaged to Mr. Collins.

"Mr. Bingley," Jane sighed. She often thought of him when she was alone. She could honestly say that he was the best man she had ever met. He was kind and humorous, caring and sensitive. Jane knew she would never meet anyone else like him in her entire life. Her whole life seemed as if it had been leading up to the point where they would meet.

"If only I could be free to see him," said Jane to herself. But she knew she had other duties right now. Elizabeth was her priority. Oh Lizzy...how I wish tomorrow would not come. But Jane knew that no matter how hard she prayed, Elizabeth was to marry Mr. Collins. After that, the focus would be off of Elizabeth and back onto her. Jane didn't want that kind of pressure on herself and Mr. Bingley. They deserved to be able to court in peace. Jane knew in her heart that she loved him and would accept him in a second but she wanted the joy of getting to know him and realizing that he was the man whom she was destined to be with.

However, Jane couldn't let her thoughts of Mr. Bingley get in the way of being there for Elizabeth. She knew that she had hurt him with her treatment of late, pushing him away when he was trying to be there for her. He is the most amiable of men. Even though I have been cold to him he still cares. I just hope that I did not make a mistake by putting my concern for Elizabeth before him. Oh please, let him understand.

Jane resolved to talk to Mr. Bingley tomorrow after the wedding. She would apologize and hope that relations between them would return to the path that they had been proceeding on before. She didn't know what she would do if she lost Mr. Bingley.

With a sigh, Jane got up and moved towards her dressing table. She knew that tomorrow everything would be over with. Elizabeth would be married and her mother and sisters would be provided for. Her father would finally be content. Or at least Jane hoped he would. For it would be a grievous thing indeed if this marriage did not please Mr. Bennet.

Mr. Bennet smiled as he turned the last page of his book. With all the commotion around the household he had barely a chance to read the new books that Mr. Gardiner had brought him from London. Not that it mattered anyway. He had hardly paid attention to the contents as his mind had been engaged on the situation with his second eldest daughter, Elizabeth.

It will be over with tomorrow. Hopefully Elizabeth will not hate me for the rest of her life. Mr. Bennet shook his head and put down his book. He glanced around his room. Every wall had a bookshelf stacked full. He had spent a lifetime collecting them, and he had a vast collection. He knew his library was small compared to other's who were richer then himself yet he was still proud of his library. Every book in his room had been hand selected by himself. There was not a book that he hadn't read. A small smile came to his lips as he remembered Elizabeth's first time in his library. She was still little but her mind was as sharp as any adults. When he had told her that he had read every book she had stared around wide eyed. And then, to his amusement, she declared that she would also read every book in his library. He had laughed it off as a fancy of a little girl, but she had kept to her word. As soon as she had learned how to read she started working her way through his library.

At first, she could only reach the books on the bottom shelves. Mr. Bennet anticipated her and arranged his library so that the easiest books were on the bottom shelves and the harder ones up top. She read her way through the easier ones and as she grew she read her way up the shelves. His heart almost burst every time she would come into his library and put back a book and pick a new one. Some times she would come back and they would discuss the book and what they thought of it. Other times she would storm in, put the book back on the shelf fiercely and grab a new one. Mr. Bennet would later check that book and laugh when he realized he hadn't liked it either.

My darling Elizabeth...you won't be able to finish reading my library when you are married. Mr. Bennet figured that her reading would have to be deferred until after he was dead, and she was mistress of the house. That is, if Mr. Collins even decided to keep his books. Mr. Collins had looked at the books a few times but had sniffed his nose saying that none of them appealed to his tastes. Mr. Bennet was doubtful that his collection would last once he was gone.

Mr. Bennet was determined, though, not to think of such things. He knew that he should be thinking of his daughter, instead of his book collection. Elizabeth would not easily give him her forgiveness for making her marry Mr. Collins. He knew it would be a long time before she would ever speak to him again. He hoped that she would forgive him eventually. Once she was married and it was done, he hoped that she would find some time to try to understand his reasons.

No matter his thoughts now, though, what was done was done. He had committed Elizabeth to marry Mr. Collins. And it was going to happen. Mr. Bennet just hoped he could live with the consequences of losing his favorite daughter forever. I know one day you will understand, my dearest daughter Elizabeth.

Elizabeth smiled at Jane as she left her room and closed the door. As soon as the door latched shut, Elizabeth's face fell and she felt her very being sink to the floor. She didn't have the energy to move or read or anything. All she felt like doing was sitting and just letting the world move around her. She cared nothing for what was going on. Elizabeth knew she had no choice anymore. All of the choices had been made for her and she had no voice any longer to argue.

Elizabeth limply moved her head over to look at the corner of the room. Sitting there was her bridal gown. It was a nice dress, though not what Elizabeth would have picked for herself. It featured her mother's taste for too much lace. Elizabeth didn't care though, for she would only have to wear it once and then be done with it. After that her life would be over, she was sure. She couldn't even begin to imagine what her life would be like with Mr. Collins. And to tell the truth she didn't want to.

Oh why couldn't I have gotten away? If only Mr. Darcy hadn't found me! But Elizabeth knew such thoughts were futile. She couldn't change the past no matter how much she wanted to. Instead, she had thought much of Mr. Darcy in the last couple of days. She didn't know how but whenever she sat and tried to be at peace with herself, thoughts of him would enter her mind. She was only beginning to understand why. She knew that after her wedding she would see him again. He would eventually visit his aunt, Lady Catherine de Bourgh, and there they would meet. How can I face him as the wife of Mr. Collins? What will he think of me? At least she had the comfort of knowing that he would not be at her wedding tomorrow. She had heard through her sisters that he would be leaving tomorrow for London. Although she was relieved that he wouldn't have to bear witness to her marriage she also felt alarm that he wouldn't be there.

"And to think that a month ago I didn't even want him near me," said Elizabeth softly to herself. "It's strange how my perception has changed so much." She stood up and moved towards the window. It would be her last night in this house and she knew that she wouldn't be getting much sleep. Thoughts of her marriage and unhappiness would keep her up all night. But deep inside she knew that there was another reason that she would not sleep at all. Thoughts of Mr. Darcy would make her toss and turn, unable to gain any rest. If only things were different...if only I was to marry anyone else...Mr. Darcy...

Mr. Darcy frowned as he stared into the fire. The leaping and dancing flames seemed to keep in beat to the whirling of his mind. For a week now he had brooded, his temper as foul as the cold winds that beat against the house. Tomorrow he was to leave, and as he kept telling himself, he would soon be far away from this place. The sooner I am gone, the sooner all this would be forgotten. But Darcy couldn't forget. Every where he looked, he saw Elizabeth. Every sound he heard, carried her voice. He knew he couldn't leave but he also knew he had to. There was nothing to be done. He had made his choice.

"Argh!" Darcy shouted and moved away from the fire. He didn't worry about any one hearing him. He was alone in the library, the fire providing the only light. The other occupants of the house had gone to bed long before him. And that was a good thing. With his foul mood he had not been pleasant to be around. Even Miss Bingley had left him alone the last couple of days.

"I will gone tomorrow...there is nothing I can do...stop torturing me!" Darcy said to walls. He was desperate. He had to exorcise his mind of all his thoughts about Elizabeth and he had to do it soon. She was to be another's wife. A most wretched undeserving another's wife. It was too late. No matter his feelings, she was to be married. But that wasn't to be the end of it. He knew he would see her again. After leaving Hertfordshire she would be in Hunsford, near Rosings Park. And he knew his aunt too well to know that the parson and his wife would be there when he went for his mandatory visit. When I see her again, will I be able to control myself? When I see her carrying the name of Collins and taking care of her children, will I be able to hide my feelings? Oh please...I hope so.

Darcy stopped his pacing and sat down into the closest chair. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to physically pull all thoughts of her out of his head. Once she is married it will be easier...I will know that she is gone...Unless... Darcy shook his head trying to banish the thought that had crossed his mind. He knew he couldn't do what he dared. But I can...I have the money and resources...They would never find her...Again Darcy shook his head, convinced that madness was finally sinking in. But again the thoughts came. If I do, what then? How long? Will they give up easily? Darcy sat back and seriously began to contemplate what his heart had been telling him to do all along. Almost with no concentration a plan began to form and his mind began to calm.

If I do this there is no turning back. She will be grateful, but what then? I don't want her gratitude...I want her...Darcy's eyes widened in shock. ...love...Darcy lowered his head, finally admitting to himself what he knew all along. He loved Elizabeth. Almost from the beginning he had loved her. He knew that now. And he knew that he would do anything for her. That is it then...I will do what needs to be done. At least if she doesn't love me, then I will have saved her. And that is enough...For the first time in a long time, Mr. Darcy smiled.

Chapter 10

Posted on Tuesday, 26 October 1999

"I am sorry, sir, but I cannot do what you ask of me. They took myself and my family in when no one else would. I cannot break that trust."

"Please reconsider. I am begging you. Surely you can see that this is all wrong. You have known her since her birth. You know that this is not right."

"I...I am sorry. I cannot. No matter my personal opinion. My conscience would never forgive me."

"Your conscience!!! Forgive me for losing my temper, but what of your conscience when you see her together with him, and see her unhappiness and know that with one simple act that you could have prevented that? How will you live with yourself then? Please I implore you once again."

"But what if they find out, sir? What then? My family and myself will be out of work. No one would take us in for we would have a stained reputation."

"If that happens, I will find you employment on my estate. If you do this for me, I will also provide a house and a living allowance. And finally, if you do what I wish I will provide the funds so that you may send your two sons to have a proper education. Surely you do not want them working in the kitchens forever."

"I have always wanted my sons to be educated..."

"So do we have an agreement?"

"Yes, yes we do. I will do what you ask as per your terms."

The gentleman smiled and held out his hand. The lady took it and they shook on their bargain. Outside, the first few rays of light stretched across the sky, beginning a day that was both hoped for and prayed against.

Miss Bingley walked into the dining room at Netherfield, stretched, and smiled at her brother and sister. She took her customary seat and began filling her plate for she knew that she would need to eat now because she had a very busy day ahead of her.

"Well, Charles," said Mrs. Hurst. "Look at Caroline. I haven't seen her eat this much since she was a growing girl."

"I know Louisa," said Mr. Bingley with a smile on his face. "My Caroline, you look as though you haven't eaten in a week."

"Oh nonsense," replied Miss Bingley. "You both know that today is going to be a busy and taxing day and one must have their energy." Miss Bingley finished filling her plate and turned to her brother, asking him the question that had been nagging her all morning.

"So, Charles, I take it that Mr. Darcy set off well this morning?" Miss Bingley asked.

"Yes indeed," replied her brother. "Though at a most ungodly hour. The sun wasn't yet up before he set off. He must miss his sister so."

"Mr. Darcy does care a great deal for Miss Georgiana," observed Mrs. Hurst. "She is so fortunate to have such a brother."

"Yes, she is," replied Miss Bingley. "Pray, Charles, are we to follow Mr. Darcy into town soon?"

Mr. Bingley startled a little. After a moment he replied in the affirmative. Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley shared a knowing glance at their brother's hesitation. Both thought the same thing and could see it in each other's eyes. They both knew that the sooner they left Hertfordshire the better.

"Oh Lizzy, you look so beautiful. I never thought I would see the day when one of my darling girls would be married," Mrs. Bennet said through happy tears. "I always knew that you would make a beautiful bride."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes as her mother continued to fawn over her. She had just finished getting dressed and now her sisters and mother were in her room with her making sure she looked just right. Hill was also in the room tidying up her clothes.

"Well I don't think she looks so special, Mama," said Lydia. Lydia had been in a huff all morning as Elizabeth was getting all the special treatment. Being the baby, she had always been fawned over and had been declared her mother's favorite over and over again. "Wait till I am married, then I will be the most beautiful bride."

"Oh hush up girl!" said Mrs. Bennet in a flush, once again adjusting the lace on Elizabeth's dress. Lydia scowled and crossed her arms. Elizabeth once again rolled her eyes. She turned and looked at Jane. Jane smiled and took Elizabeth's hands.

"You do look lovely Elizabeth," said Jane.

"Thank you, Jane," Elizabeth managed with a weak smile. She hugged her sister close, trying to prevent the tears from spilling.

"Jane!! Lizzy!!" Shouted Mrs. Bennet in a panic. "Stop!! You'll ruin the dress!"

Elizabeth and Jane broke the embrace and Mrs. Bennet once again began fixing the lace. When she was finally finished she stepped back and admired her work.

"There girls," said Mrs. Bennet triumphantly. "She's ready."

"Finally," muttered Elizabeth under her breath. She turned around and saw Hill watching her intently.

"Hill?" asked Elizabeth. "Is something the matter?"

"No, indeed not...it's just that you look so lovely." Hill smiled and moved towards Elizabeth's dressing table to take away the wash basin. She picked it up, and started to move towards the door. Hill looked up again and met Elizabeth's eyes. In them was the most curious expression Elizabeth had ever seen. But before she could ask Hill about it, Hill suddenly tripped and the wash basin went flying. Elizabeth moved her arms in front of herself trying to stop the splash of water. However, moving faster then any one had ever seen, Mrs. Bennet dove in front of the water, deflecting it off of Elizabeth and onto her other daughters and herself.

"Ohhhh noooooo!" wailed Mrs. Bennet as her daughters shrieked. She whirled around and quickly examined Elizabeth, making sure that no water had reached her, even though her own gown was soaked.

"Mama!" said Elizabeth, startled by the events. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes...are you wet?" asked Mrs. Bennet. "No...good. It's okay my dear. We can change...thank goodness the dress isn't wet. Come girls, we must change!" Mrs. Bennet then hustled her daughters out of the room. Hill quickly gathered up the basin and before Elizabeth could ask if she was alright, she left the room. Elizabeth watched her go. As the events played over in her mind she could almost swear that Hill didn't trip and actually threw the water at herself.

"Why would Hill want to drench me with water?" Elizabeth asked herself. Elizabeth shook her head and shrugged her shoulders, moving to her dressing table to sit down. As she sat down, she looked around her room one last time. All of her things had been packed already. Mr. Collins and she would be spending the wedding night at Longbourn and then would leave tomorrow for Hunsford. Her first Christmas away from home would be spent in the lonely company of Mr. Collins. She wouldn't even see her family till the spring, when Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner would be bringing Jane to visit her. Elizabeth didn't know how she would bare the solitude.

Elizabeth sat at her dressing table for a while, listening to the hustle and bustle of the house. It would still be a while before her mother and sisters would be finished getting dressed. Elizabeth was about to pick up a book when she heard a slight knock against her door.

"Yes," Elizabeth called not bothering to turn around. She heard the door open. "I thought you would take longer to get dressed, Jane, but you amaze me with your..." Elizabeth turned around and her eyes widened when she saw who was in her room.

"Please Miss Bennet," said Mr. Darcy quickly. "We haven't much time." Mr. Darcy moved to Elizabeth's side and offered her his hand.

"What...how...why?" stammered Elizabeth.

"Please, we have to go or we will be discovered. I have a servant watching the door but we must hurry," Mr. Darcy said, trying to motion Elizabeth towards the door.

"What?" asked Elizabeth again, still in a state of shock but getting to her feet..

Mr. Darcy rolled his eyes and sighed. "We haven't much time." When Elizabeth wouldn't move, Darcy gently pushed her towards the door. Elizabeth finally gained her senses and moved away from Mr. Darcy.

"What is going on here?" asked Elizabeth. "What are you thinking by barging into my room?"

"I am getting you out of here. Now, if you do not wish to marry Mr. Collins you will come with me!" said Darcy harshly, frustration evident. Elizabeth stared at him in shock again.

"I will explain everything once we are away," said Darcy. "But we have to leave now." Elizabeth looked at him again, a curious expression on his face. Darcy panicked. Oh why can't this be easy!!!!!!! Come on we have to go!!!!!!

"Let us go then," said Elizabeth realizing that this was her last chance. Darcy nodded. Together, they left Elizabeth's room, quietly walking down the hallway and stairs. Once at the main floor they walked out the front door and into the courtyard. Elizabeth kept looking around for some one to notice them but she could see no one in the area. Darcy kept looking straight ahead. They walked out the front gate and down the lane a ways. Tied to a tree was Darcy's horse. He lifted Elizabeth onto the horse and then quickly jumped up. Once settled he spurred the horse into a gallop riding away from Longbourn as fast as he could.

Chapter 11

Posted on Wednesday, 8 March 2000

Mr. Bingley sighed and checked his timepiece, aware that he had just looked at it a few seconds ago. The wedding was late to start, like so many weddings in this day and age. But, considering the nature of the events leading up to this wedding, Bingley would have bet his best horse that it would have started on time. The nervousness he felt though did not seem to be shared by other members of the congregation. Mr. Collins stood up at the altar, smiling. The short clergyman seemed to glow in anticipation of his bride to be. Bingley tried unsuccessfully to suppress a shiver. Next to him, his sister Caroline had an expression on her face that could only be shared by war generals who had just beaten the enemy to a bloody pulp. He knew that his sister did not have friendly feelings towards Miss Elizabeth Bennet, and was extremely jealous that Mr. Darcy had taken a cursory liking to her. But he had never thought her so low that she would take pleasure in seeing her married to such a man as Mr. Collins.

Mr. Bingley sighed again, as he glanced around the church. Most of Meryton was in attendance as long as quite a few officers from the Militia. There was a dull hum of chatter as people talked among themselves, passing the time until the wedding would begin. At the front of the church sat Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner. He watched Mrs. Gardiner turn around, searching to see if any one had come. She caught Mr. Bingley's eyes and smiled, her expression telling him that she was also nervous at the lateness of the wedding. Mrs. Gardiner then turned back around, listening to a question from her child.

All of sudden the talk around the church stopped. Mr. Bingley turned towards the door and watched as Jane Bennet hurriedly walked down the aisle. She rushed pass him, making eye contact briefly. He could tell by the expression on her face that something was terribly wrong. She went to the pew that contained her aunt and uncle and whispered something hurriedly to him. The gasp of surprise that emanated from Mrs. Gardiner was heard throughout the church. She quickly stood up, gathered her children and walked out of the church. Mr. Gardiner stood up, moved past Jane and talked briefly to Mr. Collins. His previous face of delight quickly changed to one of anger and he stormed down the aisle. By this time, nervous whispers started to move through the room. The halted however, when Mr. Gardiner cleared his throat to address the congregation.

"I thank everyone for coming today," began Mr. Gardiner, "but I must regretfully inform you that the wedding will not be happening due to a family emergency. Once again thank you for coming."

The church was sat in silence for a few moments and then burst into an explosion of talk.

"No wedding?"

"Do you think that Mr. Bennet fell ill?"

"Mrs. Bennet probably had a case of nerves and couldn't be let out of the house."

"I heard that Miss Elizabeth tried to run away..."

"Poor Lydia, she won't be able to see all of the officers."

"Does this mean that we can't go drinkin?"

Mr. Gardiner and Jane Bennet ignored this talk as the quickly moved up the aisle and out the door. Mr. Bingley was fast upon their heels, ignoring Caroline's shouts to wait. He had to do something; the look on Miss Bennet's face was driving him on. As he exited the church, he saw them moving quickly up the lane towards Longbourn. Mr. Bingley ran after them.

"Wait! Mr. Gardiner! Miss Bennet!" called Bingley as he chased after them. They stopped and turned around. Mr. Bingley was about to speak when Jane interrupted him.

"I am so sorry Mr. Bingley, but we do not have time to talk," said Jane hurriedly, refusing to meet Mr. Bingley's look. "We are needed at home, as my mother..."

"It is okay, Jane dear," Mr. Gardiner interrupted softly. "I will return to Longbourn." Jane looked at him speechless. Mr. Gardiner gave a curt nod towards Mr. Bingley and continued down the lane, rounding a corner that would take him to Longbourn.

"Miss Bennet...I..." began Mr. Bingley. He looked at her with such love that Jane could feel her heart burst.

"Please," said Jane as she backed away, tears starting to burn in her eyes, "I must go. My family...my mother...Elizabeth." With that she broke into sobs, letting out all of her emotions. Mr. Bingley did the only thing he could and folded her into his arms. Jane cried harder and in between sobs, told Mr. Bingley that Elizabeth had disappeared. Slowly, her tears ended. Mr. Bingley released his arms from around her and looked into her eyes. In them he saw the hurt and pain that had been caused by Elizabeth's disappearance. But he also saw the love that he so craved shining brightly before him. He felt, or more exactly, he knew, that he could do anything with those eyes inspiring him forth.

"Miss Bennet," Bingley began while he still had the courage left, "I have something that I need to ask you."

Mr. Gardiner hurried quickly through the doors at Longbourn. As soon as he entered, he could hear the wails of his sister from above. He quickly resolved to relocate himself and his family to the Phillips's until Mrs. Bennet had calmed down enough. After he deposited his coat and hat on the front table, he made his way to Mr. Bennet's library. After knocking on the door twice he was let in.

Mr. Bennet was sitting at his desk, a hard look on his face. He didn't even look up as Mr. Gardiner entered the room. Mr. Gardiner moved to the desk and waited for the older man to speak. After remaining silent for a few moments, Mr. Gardiner spoke.

"Surely we will be able to find her again," Mr. Gardiner offered. "She couldn't have gone far, she has only be missed for a half hour."

"If she knew what was best for her she would not come back," said Mr. Bennet bitterly.

"Mr. Bennet, you are being too harsh. I am sure she would come back if..."

"NO!" shouted Mr. Bennet. "I am tired of being played for a fool by her!" He stood up and faced Mr. Gardiner. "If she was my daughter she would have obeyed me! Now due to her impulsiveness and careless thinking she has ruined us!"

Mr. Gardiner swallowed at his brother-in-law's outburst. He had never seen him so angry. Mr. Bennet seethed with anger; his very being seemed to want to explode. Mr. Bennet turned to Mr. Gardiner.

"I never want to see that girl ever again! She is no longer part of my family!!"

Mr. Gardiner nodded his head and met Mr. Bennet's eyes.

"If that is what you choose, then so be it," Mr. Gardiner said, boldly challenging Mr. Bennet. He then turned and quit the room. Mr. Bennet watched him go and then sat down in his chair, exhausted from his outburst. He put his head in his hands and let the tears fall. He had never felt this miserable as a father ever before. What did I expect? I pushed her to this. Now I will never see her again.

"Elizabeth..."

The carriage hurried quickly down the road to London. Inside, Elizabeth looked out and watched the English countryside pass by. She glanced up at Mr. Darcy, who was sitting opposite herself.

"Are you cold, Miss Bennet?" he inquired.

"Ahhh...no Sir, I thank you," she replied. She smoothed the blanket she had over her lap. She looked at Mr. Darcy again. She could see that he was wrestling with something and had been since they had changed from his horse to his carriage.

"Where is your estate again?" asked Elizabeth, trying to make conversation.

"Derbyshire," Darcy replied.

"I see," said Elizabeth. She couldn't take it any longer. She had to know why he was doing this. Why is he doing this...risking everything for me? I don't understand.

"Miss Bennet," began Darcy, "I should perhaps explain myself." Elizabeth looked at him astonished, as he seemed to read her mind.

"I, well," said Darcy, his courage quickly evaporating. Everything that he had planned to say flew quickly out his mind. Come on man! Tell her! "I feel that..." Do it!!!!! "I feel that you were being unfairly treated by your family in regards to your marriage. In helping you away, I will hopefully aid your family in making the decision to disregard your engagement to Mr. Collins. With your absence your father may be able to clear his mind and see that your marriage does not have to take place." Fool!

"I see..." said Elizabeth. "You had no ulterior motive then?"

"No," said Mr. Darcy, a little too quickly. "I only wish to see your family come to their senses and this may be the only way to do so." Mr. Darcy leaned forward and spoke softly. "I do not wish to see you harmed due to their mistakes."

Elizabeth's eyes widened at his remarks. Mr. Darcy moved back into his seat, looking away from her eyes. She scrutinized him for a few moments then turned to watch the countryside.

Was that the truth? Did he really do all of this because he thought I was being treated unfairly? Elizabeth shook her head slightly, the movement not going unnoticed by Mr. Darcy. She turned to him and spoke.

"I believe that my family will, one day, reconsider my marrying Mr. Collins. However, I do think that it will be a long time in coming. Once we get to London, I have a friend who I might stay with. We haven't seen each other in years but I'm sure she would gladly let me stay with her."

"I would not hear of it," said Darcy firmly. "You can stay with Georgiana and myself."

"But..."

"I will not take any objection, Miss Bennet. You have no money and what would happen if your friend did not want you to stay. No, you will remain with me."

If Elizabeth was a little shocked by his declaration, she did not show it. Who does he think he is to dictate where I am to stay? Elizabeth took a deep breath to calm her anger. She didn't want Mr. Darcy to regret his decision to help her away from her unwanted nuptials. Even though part of her was thrilled that he had rescued her in such a dashing manner, another part of her wouldn't let go of the resentment she felt towards him. The warm feelings that had begun to surface for Mr. Darcy did not so easily replace the earlier emotions brought about by his pride. He still could anger her with the slightest word despite what he had done for her. If only I knew what he meant by all of this! Elizabeth sighed. She would determine his real motives later, but now, all she wanted was to escape, and if Mr. Darcy was to be the man to help her, then so be it.

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