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Even More Consequences From A Call - Chapter 12
May 28, 2020 06:06PM | Registered: 10 years ago Posts: 234 |
A few people asked for more Miss Bingley so I added a scene. Boy was it difficult to type up. When I finally started losing track of the point, I figured it was done.
I know it's mean not to start with the scene you were all curious about. A few of you guessed correctly.
Chapter 12
Matlock House, London
Friday, June 7, 1811
Olivia Fitzwilliam had finished meeting with her housekeeper to approve menus for the next few days and decided to sit in her parlour and read. She tried, she really did, but all she could concentrate on was what happened over the past two weeks.
Matthew and Olivia had both received scathing letters from his sister, Lady Catherine de Bourgh, who lived in Kent, berating them for allowing their nephew to put himself in this position. As much as Olivia hated to admit it, Catherine had a slight point. She should have strongly encouraged William to dance at least two sets at each ball outside of his party, never with the same person twice in a season. In hindsight, it was obvious Miss Bingley would attempt to use William as her means to ingratiate herself into a higher society.
Catherine had held out hope William would marry her daughter, Anne de Bourgh, until two years ago when Anne reached the age stipulated in her father’s will to take over Rosings Park. Michael and Olivia were impressed with the niece they both thought too sickly to be assertive. Anne had asked, nay demanded, Michael, as the executor of Sir Lewis’ will, visit Rosings a few months before she officially inherited.
The day Anne turned five and twenty-years-old, Olivia, Michael, and the solicitors presented themselves at Rosings to enforce the change of mistress. Anne had been abundantly clear that Catherine would retain the right to reside in the main house, as long as Anne was given the master suite, she allowed Anne to run the household without interference, and stopped insisting on the marriage to William. The past two years had seen the situation resolve itself nicely. Anne was looking healthier than ever and Lady Catherine had softened, if only a little bit.
The attack on Miss Hurst in Hyde Park should have been the death knell for Miss Bingley in society. At the time, they were unsure how, but Miss Bingley seemed to be worse than the proverbial cat with nine lives.
Miss Bingley’s claim of a pending engagement was beyond preposterous, but for some reason, a few vocal people in society gave it credit. William had avoided an attachment to any young lady for so long that she could see how regularly dancing with Miss Bingley could have given that impression, except, he was just acting gentlemanly by dancing with the ladies of his party. He was doing what was expected, people should have realized he was only doing his duty. The Darcy heritage was ancient. To believe that her nephew would marry the daughter of a tradesman was, in a word, ludicrous. It was not to be borne. Oh no, she was beginning to sound like her sister-in-law, Lady Catherine.
Olivia had used every source she had and traded in some significant favours to find out who was forcing the issue. She found out there were two sisters, who both tried to get William to marry one of their daughters, and Olivia was certain they were jealous he never so much as danced with any of the ladies of their family. Now that their daughters were all married, they had no need to hide their anger. One of their footmen, who was paid quite handsomely and offered a job should he ever need it, admitted he overheard the sisters discussing how they thought forcing a marriage to Miss Bingley would be a fitting punishment for William having passed over their own daughters.
Lady Jersey giving her voice in defense of William, seemed to quash all expectations. It would take Olivia longer to exact her own punishment as neither of the sisters were well known in society. When the sisters, and possibly their married daughters, were denied vouchers at Almack’s next season, they would begin to see how foolish their pathetic attempt was.
“My Lady, Alfie delivered a packet of letters for you,” the butler told Lady Matlock.
“Alfie? Are you sure?”
“Yes, my Lady, I was surprised too, but he said Miss Darcy was to ride out with her brother and Mr. Darcy needed an important document delivered to his solicitor.”
“Thank you,” Olivia Fitzwilliam said. “Is he waiting for responses?”
“He stopped here first, my Lady. He will be back to pick up your responses before he leaves for Meryton. He warned it will be within an hour.”
Olivia had letters from William, Georgiana, Grace, and Phoebe, which she read in that order. When she was done with Phoebe’s letter, she stood up and hurried into her husband’s study.
“Michael, I know you cannot leave London for another week, but I would like to leave at dawn tomorrow,” Olivia said.
“Olivia, you cannot show up unannounced,” Michael stated.
“Phoebe told me I had an open invitation. Our original departure date was based on your schedule, but I want to leave now.”
“Why? What has changed?” Michael asked with narrowed eyes.
Olivia handed him Phoebe’s letter and enjoyed watching his face as he read.
Talking to himself while he read, her husband said, “This Lady Lucas seems like a bit of a matchmaker. I cannot believe she ignored their request to delay introductions and arrived with her eldest daughter. Her daughter, Charlotte, while apparently plain, seems intelligent if not a bit too eager to tell them all about the Bennet family.”
When he finished, he looked just as excited as she was.
“Imagine, a family with five daughters, and two nieces on the way, who are all beautiful, intelligent, and witty?” Michael asked. “While I will miss your company for a week, I think you are right. You and Joseph must go to Haye Park tomorrow morning.”
Olivia’s smile grew even larger. “My love, you are a genius! Unfortunately, Joseph told me earlier today he accepted an invitation to look at horse flesh with a friend and will not be back until late tomorrow. Richard will have to take me and either return to London late the same day or early Monday. I will write him a note demanding he stay here tonight so we may leave early.”
“Olivia, he may not be able to get away,” her husband warned.
“Nonsense. He told me they had light duties for a few days. If he asks his commanding officer for a day to escort his mother to a country estate a few hours outside of London, do you think it will be denied? If you do, I suggest you write a letter to your friend the general,” Olivia demanded.
“My dear, I am not trying to stand in the way of you leaving. Let us both write a note to Richard and I will have a footman deliver them right away and wait for a response.”
After writing her note, she left to pack her trunks wondering how many ball gowns she needed to pack.
~*~
Knots Inn, Nottingham
Friday, June 7, 1811
Charles Bingley was at the end of his patience. His sister had fought with and harassed him for the entire two days of their travel to Yorkshire. They had stopped to let the horses rest, refresh themselves, eat some food, and his sister would not stop complaining long enough to take a breath.
“Enough Caroline! We will be at Uncle Wilbur’s house before dark and you will stay with him while I travel to France,” he told his sister sternly.
“But, Charles, why did we have to leave London? Why are we travelling to Yorkshire non-stop when it is terribly dangerous to proceed at night? Why are you going to France? Why can I not go with you? I have been begging you to take me shopping in Paris,” Caroline whined.
“Listen to yourself, Caroline. You sound like a child of five years constantly asking their nanny ‘why’. I have answered all of your questions, more times than I can count. Repeating them will not change my responses. If you do not yet understand it was your actions that forced us to flee London in shame, I do not know how to make you understand.”
“What did I do that was wrong? Miss Hurst was acting like a tart with my soon to be betrothed. Lady Matlock is to be my aunt. How was it improper to greet her when I noticed she was in the same haberdashery?”
Finally, the first new topics of conversation in two days. “How was walking in the park with her brother, aunt, Mr. Darcy, Miss Darcy, and Lady Sheldon and her daughters acting like a tart? Were you not also walking in the park with your brother?”
“She should have been in half-mourning! Instead, she was allowed to attend balls with Lady Matlock we could only dream of being admitted to. Why, Lady Matlock even held a ball in her honour. It is not fair!” his sister yelled. “She should have held one for me.”
“Caroline, I have told you again and again, Miss Hurst properly mourned Louisa. Besides, you have never been introduced to Lady Matlock. Why would she throw a ball in your honour? Sister, you are making no sense.”
“I should have been introduced to Lady Matlock,” Caroline said with a grimace. “I do not understand why she did not overlook the slight impropriety and recognize me. Mr. Darcy will be mine!”
“Slight impropriety? You approached some of the highest placed ladies in society as if you were on intimate terms, in a very public place. What did you expect to happen?”
“To be acknowledged!” his sister shrieked. “When I am Mrs. Darcy, they will have to court my favour. I plan to make them work for my forgiveness.”
Charles shook his head and barely refrained from rolling his eyes. “I have been meaning to ask you, Caroline. Why did you tell me Darcy was going to offer for you?”
“Because he is. I am sure it will happen when we are at Netherfield Park.”
“What gave you that impression?” Charles asked.
“Why are you asking me these ridiculous questions? Everyone knew he was ready to propose when we had to go into mourning,” Caroline stated dismissively. “It was most inconveniently timed.”
“Inconveniently timed? Our sister died! Do you feel guilty for your part in the accident, at all?”
“I played no part in Louisa’s fall. Do not be ridiculous, Charles!”
“How can you think that? The coroner ruled the death was accidental, however, he did say you helped contribute by causing Louisa to become unbalanced,” Charles said bluntly.
“You are speaking nonsense, Charles. For the last time, I had absolutely nothing do with Louisa’s death. Why are you taunting me with these unfounded accusations? Are you informing Mr. Darcy of this slander when you write to him? Why would you try to sabotage my relationship with him? Do you care nothing for me? I am the future Mrs. Darcy! It seems you do not respect me, but you will at least respect my future position or you will not be welcomed into my homes!” his sister practically screamed at him.
“Your relationship? What actions of Darcy’s gave you that impression? Did he ever call on you?” he tried another track with a scowl on his face.
“Of course he did, Charles. He was at the Hurst townhouse all the time, you know that.”
“He was there at my invitation, Caroline. Did he ever arrive, when I was not home, and ask to speak with you?”
“Not that I recall. Really, Charles, you are being so tedious.”
Charles felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. Had he done his friend a disservice? “Caroline, did Darcy ever send you flowers?”
“Mr. Darcy? Send flowers? You must be joking.”
“I am serious, Caroline. Did he ever ask you to reserve him a set, in advance of a ball?” he asked hopefully.
“No, because he knew he did not have to. I always saved the supper set for him.”
“He never called on you. He never sent you flowers. He never asked for a set, in advance. I am confused, Caroline. What made you think Darcy was anything other than my friend?” Charles asked, hoping she could show some sign that Darcy encouraged her.
“Surely, Charles, you would have to be a woman to understand. Louisa and all of my friends agreed he was on the verge of proposing,” his sister said. “I refuse to stay with Uncle Wilbur. I will be joining you.”
He could tell he was wasting his time. Nothing he said to his sister had been heard. He had an unpleasant suspicion this is what Darcy felt like the last time they met. “No, you will not. Did you forget that father’s will put me in charge of your inheritance until you are thirty-years-old? With me out of the country, you will be under Uncle Wilbur’s protection and he will have control of your dowry and give you access to your pin money.”
He was pleased to see the first bit of fear from her this trip. “What do you think Uncle Wilbur will say when I tell him that I had to make an agreement with our brother-in-law to keep you from being arrested for theft? Or that Hurst could make me pay him almost £7,000 for that little scene you caused in Hyde Park?”
“What do you mean? He cannot take any more of my dowry!” Caroline shouted.
“Oh yes he can, Caroline. Did you forget the contract we both signed? I demanded you were present when the solicitor explained the contract and had you sign a copy so that you could not claim you did not understand your restrictions. You agreed not to spread gossip about the Hurst family, or you would forfeit the other £5,000 in recompense for the jewellery and items you tried to steal along with almost £2,000 for the items that were broken or previously stolen and tracked back to you. The Bow Street Runners were very thorough. Does Daily’s Pawn Shop ring a bell?” he asked and saw her blanch. “I see it does. Take note of the wording our solicitor and I stressed when we reviewed and signed the document. It said gossip about the Hurst family, not specifically our brother in law. How would you explain to our family and your friends why your dowry went from £20,000 to £8,000?”
“Maybe Mr. Hurst did not realize I violated the terms,” his sister said quietly.
“If you want to continue living in your own world, then feel free to believe that. You realize, do you not, that Hurst left London with the Darcy’s last December? I would not be surprised if Darcy was behind the contract in the first place. Perhaps Hurst did not realize you broke the contract, but Darcy surely would have. Do you think any judge would side with you after Lady Sheldon told all that she had heard you say about Miss Hurst in Hyde Park?”
“Charles,” his sister sniffled, with tears in her eyes, “I want to come with you.”
~*~
Riding trails, Hertfordshire
Friday, June 7, 1811
Grace Hurst looked up at her brother in concern when he stopped walking until she followed his gaze and saw the newcomers. There was no question the brunette was a sister of the lady talking to Mr. Darcy, but the other one. Grace was not sure if she should hate her at first sight based on her blond hair, perfect figure, and eyes the most vibrant shade of blue she had ever seen. It was Grace’s experience that women like this one, contained a personality as dark as they were exquisite.
With a concerned look on her face, she caught Georgie’s eye and brought her attention to Reginald. Georgie noticed and then a thoughtful, almost eager, look crossed her face as she looked between her own brother and the stunning brunette in front of him.
There was no time like the present. Maybe her brother would lose interest when the blond opened her mouth. With a devilish grin on her face, Grace walked towards Mr. Darcy and asked, “Mr. Darcy, will you introduce us to your companions?”
“More ductions? I can duce you,” the little girl said excitedly, while wiggling until Mr. Darcy put her down.
Grace watched, surprised, as the child, who obviously belonged to a tenant, ran to the heart-stoppingly exquisite young lady with blond hair, grabbed her hand, and pulled her towards the group, with the other lady automatically following. Instead of the expected arrogance, the blond lady looked uncertain, almost afraid, to approach the group.
“I am Anna Elizabeth Sayers,” the little girl said with a clumsy curtsey. “This is Miss Jane Bennet, Miss Lizzy Bennet, and Miss Mary Bennet. Besides papa and my sister Molly, Miss Jane and Miss Lizzy are my most favouritist people. My middle name was for Miss Lizzy and it is my fault she has a leaf in her hair. I threw Lizzy too high and she had to climb the tree to rescue her.”
“I had wondered why she was up there,” Mr. Darcy said dryly, causing Miss Elizabeth to blush and Anna to giggle.
“I am confused,” Georgie stated, surprising Grace and Mr. Darcy by speaking in front of new acquaintances. “How did you throw Miss Elizabeth into a tree and how did she climb up to rescue herself?”
“Thank you for asking,” Harold said, “I was uncertain how that happened, too, but hoped I could figure it out as the conversation progressed.”
“My doll is named Lizzy because Miss Lizzy gave her to me,” Anna explained excitedly. She hugged Miss Bennet’s leg and continued, “Miss Jane made Lizzy the new dress she is wearing out of some old dresses from Long. Miss Jane and Miss Lizzy bring me clothes, treats, food, and play with me all the time.”
Grace was astonished.
“Anna, allow me to introduce you to my friends,” Mr. Darcy said gently. “Mr. Harold Dobbs is a cousin of the Hurst’s, Miss Grace Hurst is Mr. Hurst’s sister, and last, but certainly not least, my sister, Miss Georgiana Darcy.”
“You are William’s sister who has part of my name!” the little girl said excitedly.
“Yes, I am. Did he tell you I had difficulty pronouncing Fitzwilliam when I was younger?” Georgie asked.
“Yes, I tried saying Fiswilliam, but it was too hard so he told me I could call him William. Then he duced me to Mr. Hurs and I duced him to Miss Lizzy and told him Molly works at field,” Anna said.
“Who is Molly, who, I am assuming, works at Netherfield Park?” Grace asked.
“Molly is my sister,” Anna answered.
“I cannot wait to see Miss Bingley’s reaction if Anna visits,” Reginald said, a little too gleefully. “She has her sights set firmly on Darcy and will not appreciate another lady in her path.”
“But William is going to marry Miss Lizzy, we scussed it earlier,” Anna stated helpfully. “Miss Lizzy will stop climbing trees and serve custard for dessert and William will learn to like peas and stop eating porridge.”
Harold looked highly amused and a little confused when he stated, “But Darcy seemed to love the peas at dinner last night.”
“Anna,” Mr. Darcy admonished gently, “what did we talk about before?”
“I am sorry William. I member it is not proper to scuss such things when we are in company. I do not want you to marry anyone but Miss Lizzy and Miss Jane should marry Mr. Hurs cause I like him too. You could marry them at the same time,” Anna said while jumping up and down and clapping. “Miss Jane and Miss Lizzy, when you get married, can I spread the flowers?”
“Anna,” Miss Elizabeth said with a sigh, “Jane and I will not be getting married any time soon. Stop this immediately.”
Grace was astounded when Miss Bennet picked Anna up and rested her on a hip so naturally, it was obviously a practiced manoeuvre. Who was this young lady?
“Anna, what did we talk about yesterday?” Miss Bennet asked the child.
Grace smiled as Anna scrunched up her face, obviously trying to remember.
“To be careful?”
“Yes, Anna, you must take care when meeting new people. You cannot tell from manners alone if people are good,” Miss Bennet said quietly.
Grace was shocked to hear her telling a young child to be cautious. She had decided Miss Bennet was unlike the ladies she met in town, but now she was wondering if she had been hurt by somebody.
“Then you have to spend more time with Mr. Hurs and Miss Lizzy with William. Then you will know if you suit and can get married and let me throw flowers,” Anna suggested helpfully. “Maybe they can play with us tomorrow too?”
“Is it normal for daughters of an estate owner to spend all day playing with a tenant’s child?” Harold asked.
“Forgive Mr. Dobbs, ladies,” Mr. Darcy said. “Since he was twelve years old, he has spent more time on navy ships than he has on dry land. He meant no offense, he was truly curious. We are teaching him how to manage an estate.”
“You did not offend us,” Miss Bennet answered. “Anna’s mother passed away a year ago. Normally, one of the ladies in Meryton, Miss Thomlin, watches Anna on the days her sister Molly works, but she is visiting a friend for another week. My sisters and I agreed to assist Mr. Sayers when he cannot make other arrangements. It is such a beautiful day. We thought a picnic was in order. Just as we were about to leave, a letter arrived from my aunt and Mary agreed to wait with me while it was read. I apologize we were so late, Lizzy.”
Grace looked at Georgie and tipped her head slightly at the sisters.
Georgie nodded and asked, “Miss Bennet, would you and your sisters like to join me and Grace for tea tomorrow?”
“Yes, please say you will come. You will be able to meet my Aunt Phoebe. You must bring Anna, my aunt will enjoy her company,” Grace added.
“A tale of caution ladies. If you bring the little imp with you, my mother might not let you leave with her,” Harold stated matter-of-factly.
“My cousin is right,” Reginald added. “Aunt Phoebe may try and keep Anna.”
With a smirk, Grace said, “You are going to give our new friends the wrong idea about Aunt Phoebe.”
“Lady Dobbs is everything that is proper,” Mr. Darcy said. “But, from what I have seen, Dobbs and Hurst are correct that she will seek out Anna’s company. I, for one, would pay good money to witness the first, of what I assume would be many, lectures on proper deportment.”
“Now that is interesting, Mr. Darcy. Miss Bennet and Miss Elizabeth, I ask that you introduce me to Mr. Sayers in the future. If he allows, we would like to help watch Anna,” Grace offered then enjoyed the looks of shock on her relatives’ faces.
“Grace,” Reginald finally choked out, “are you feeling well, sister? Do we need to return to Haye Park so you may rest?”
“Reginald is right, cousin. Do you feel warm?” Harold asked her.
“Men,” Georgie said, shaking her head. “You have obviously not followed Grace’s line of reasoning.”
“I have,” Mr. Darcy said. “If Lady Dobbs is lecturing Anna, Miss Hurst will be left alone.”
Grace grinned at the Bennet sisters who were all laughing now and confirmed, “Mr. Darcy is correct. More to the point, Georgie and I would like to start meeting the ladies in the area who are of an age close to ours.”
“Miss Hurst, may we send a note to Haye Park later letting you know if we may accept your invitation? Our own aunt and cousins are to arrive in time for dinner tonight,” Miss Mary said.
“She speaks!” Grace exclaimed dramatically. “I was beginning to wonder if you could, Miss Mary.”
“Grace!” her brother admonished in a whisper.
“Yes, Aunt Phoebe?” she asked cheekily.
“I am not insulted, Mr. Hurst. One cannot live in a house with Lizzy without being teased. Although,” Miss Mary continued while looking her in the eye, “my sister is usually more circumspect and gentler.”
“A hit, a very palpable hit, Miss Mary. I am impressed,” Grace said. “Are any of your cousins female?”
“Yes, a good number of them are,” Miss Mary answered dryly, causing her sisters to laugh.
“Well done, Miss Mary. Are any of the cousins, who will be arriving in time for dinner tonight, female?” Grace clarified.
“Yes, two of them. Juliet is Lizzy’s age and Celia is mine. Mama jokes Aunt Jane was trying to match her child for child,” Miss Mary said.
“They are invited too. Georgie and I sincerely would like to become friends with the gentlewomen in the area. We will be in residence for many months,” Grace affirmed.
“Miss Lizzy,” Anna whined, “I am hungry. Can we eat our picnic now?”
“I am sorry we delayed your picnic, Anna,” Grace told the little girl. “It is time for us to leave anyway, Aunt Phoebe will worry about us.”
Grace confirmed they would send a note to Haye Park later and then took their leave of the Bennet sisters and Anna. She grinned when her brother had difficulties mounting his horse. Harold made a comment to Reginald she could not hear. Whatever her cousin said, was sufficient to make Reginald stop looking at Miss Bennet long enough to mount gracefully.
Grace rode back to Haye Park, her mind racing with everything she learned, saw, and her inferences from the meeting.
~*~
Longbourn, Hertfordshire
Friday, June 7, 1811
Elizabeth Bennet was worried about her sister Jane. She was grateful their Aunt Jane had arrived, with their cousins, in time for dinner. Her mother had asked Mrs. Tucker to tell her more about her trip to Scotland with Lydia. Elizabeth was able to discreetly indicate she needed to speak with her aunt.
“Aunt Jane, I am so glad you arrived, I have been worried about Jane,” Elizabeth admitted.
“Lydia informed us there was a concern,” her aunt confirmed. “Tell me exactly what is happening.”
Elizabeth explained how Jane sobbed despondently upon hearing Mrs. Douglas’ story and since that day, had been untrusting of men she did not know.
“She will not even go into the garden alone?”
“No, Aunt Jane, she will not. She seems to be okay with Mr. Hill, papa, Uncle Stuart, and the Sims brothers. She has refused to attend invitations with us. I do not know what to do,” Elizabeth admitted.
“Matilda and I will talk to her, alone. Perhaps between the two of us, we can help her figure out how to be cautious without causing debilitating fear. I will ask your mother to invite your Uncle and Aunt Phillips to dine with us tomorrow. Perhaps surrounding her by kind men she is not afraid of will help.”
“Thank you,” Elizabeth said gratefully. “We have not had Uncle Stuart and Aunt Evelyn to dinner in a few days.”
“Lydia also mentioned Mr. Darcy and Mr. Hurst were in the neighbourhood.”
“Yes, they are staying at Haye Park while the Goulding’s are staying in the dower house at Mr. Darcy’s estate in Derbyshire.”
“Have you met them?”
“Yes, Aunt Jane, we came across them on a ride earlier today. Both gentlemen brought their sisters and Mr. Hurst brought his cousin and aunt, Mr. Dobbs and Lady Dobbs.”
“Lady Phoebe Dobbs is in Meryton?” her aunt asked, looking shocked.
“I believe so, aunt. Mr. and Miss Hurst called her Aunt Phoebe and Mr. Dobbs called her mother. Mr. Darcy is the one who called her Lady Dobbs,” Elizabeth explained with a slight blush.
“I know Lady Dobbs,” her aunt said thoughtfully. “I need to have a discussion with her as soon as possible.”
“Miss Darcy and Miss Hurst invited me and my sisters, along with our cousins, to take tea at Haye Park tomorrow,” Elizabeth offered. “We are supposed to send a note letting them know if we are able to accept.”
“Perfect, I will attend with you. I know I was not technically invited, however, given my previous acquaintance with Lady Dobbs, it is expected I pay a call on her.”
~*~
Matlock House, London
Friday, June 7, 1811
Olivia Fitzwilliam was pacing, eagerly waiting for Richard to arrive. He had sent a note letting her know he was able to escort her tomorrow and to expect him for dinner.
She was impatient for grandchildren, which required her sons to marry. Unfortunately, they both refused to settle for anything less than their ideal woman. When Richard returned from Pemberley full of stories about Miss Hurst, she was ecstatic. To hear of beautiful women with brains, sent her into raptures. She knew intelligence mattered more to her eldest son, but my goodness, beauty would certainly help.
“Olivia, sit down please,” her husband said.
“I am too excited. I wish I was in Meryton right now,” she admitted.
“Mother, father is right. Please sit,” her son said as he walked in.
“Richard, I am so happy to see you,” she said while hugging him.
“Yes, it is nice to see you too. Now sit and tell me what has you agitated.”
Olivia handed her son Phoebe’s letter and, with her husband, enjoyed watching him read.
“My poor brother,” Richard said when he was done. With a devilish smirk on his face, he said, “From the sounds of it, JT may finally catch himself in a parson’s mousetrap.”
“From what Georgie and Grace both wrote, I am wondering if Miss Mary might be a good match for JT. She is quiet, which would hopefully temper some of his exuberance, and she displays a playful wit. Grace warned me that Darcy seemed intrigued by Miss Elizabeth and her brother was struck dumb at the sight of Miss Bennet,” Olivia said with a laugh.
“Darcy and Hurst too?” Richard’s grin grew. “I will go with you mother. If the Bennet ladies are everything Lady Dobbs says, I will encourage my brother to attend to your protection in Meryton, with two stipulations.”
“I can barely wait to hear what you are demanding, Richard,” her husband chuckled.
“Proceed,” she encouraged.
“If JT falls as hard as I expect he may, mother will send me a letter with all of the, hopefully embarrassing, details and father, you must include one to the general encouraging him to grant me leave to visit you,” Richard answered with a smirk. “There is no way I would miss the upcoming spectacle of three highly sought-after gentlemen falling for a bevy of sisters, or cousins depending on how it plays out.”
I know it's mean not to start with the scene you were all curious about. A few of you guessed correctly.
Chapter 12
Matlock House, London
Friday, June 7, 1811
Olivia Fitzwilliam had finished meeting with her housekeeper to approve menus for the next few days and decided to sit in her parlour and read. She tried, she really did, but all she could concentrate on was what happened over the past two weeks.
Matthew and Olivia had both received scathing letters from his sister, Lady Catherine de Bourgh, who lived in Kent, berating them for allowing their nephew to put himself in this position. As much as Olivia hated to admit it, Catherine had a slight point. She should have strongly encouraged William to dance at least two sets at each ball outside of his party, never with the same person twice in a season. In hindsight, it was obvious Miss Bingley would attempt to use William as her means to ingratiate herself into a higher society.
Catherine had held out hope William would marry her daughter, Anne de Bourgh, until two years ago when Anne reached the age stipulated in her father’s will to take over Rosings Park. Michael and Olivia were impressed with the niece they both thought too sickly to be assertive. Anne had asked, nay demanded, Michael, as the executor of Sir Lewis’ will, visit Rosings a few months before she officially inherited.
The day Anne turned five and twenty-years-old, Olivia, Michael, and the solicitors presented themselves at Rosings to enforce the change of mistress. Anne had been abundantly clear that Catherine would retain the right to reside in the main house, as long as Anne was given the master suite, she allowed Anne to run the household without interference, and stopped insisting on the marriage to William. The past two years had seen the situation resolve itself nicely. Anne was looking healthier than ever and Lady Catherine had softened, if only a little bit.
The attack on Miss Hurst in Hyde Park should have been the death knell for Miss Bingley in society. At the time, they were unsure how, but Miss Bingley seemed to be worse than the proverbial cat with nine lives.
Miss Bingley’s claim of a pending engagement was beyond preposterous, but for some reason, a few vocal people in society gave it credit. William had avoided an attachment to any young lady for so long that she could see how regularly dancing with Miss Bingley could have given that impression, except, he was just acting gentlemanly by dancing with the ladies of his party. He was doing what was expected, people should have realized he was only doing his duty. The Darcy heritage was ancient. To believe that her nephew would marry the daughter of a tradesman was, in a word, ludicrous. It was not to be borne. Oh no, she was beginning to sound like her sister-in-law, Lady Catherine.
Olivia had used every source she had and traded in some significant favours to find out who was forcing the issue. She found out there were two sisters, who both tried to get William to marry one of their daughters, and Olivia was certain they were jealous he never so much as danced with any of the ladies of their family. Now that their daughters were all married, they had no need to hide their anger. One of their footmen, who was paid quite handsomely and offered a job should he ever need it, admitted he overheard the sisters discussing how they thought forcing a marriage to Miss Bingley would be a fitting punishment for William having passed over their own daughters.
Lady Jersey giving her voice in defense of William, seemed to quash all expectations. It would take Olivia longer to exact her own punishment as neither of the sisters were well known in society. When the sisters, and possibly their married daughters, were denied vouchers at Almack’s next season, they would begin to see how foolish their pathetic attempt was.
“My Lady, Alfie delivered a packet of letters for you,” the butler told Lady Matlock.
“Alfie? Are you sure?”
“Yes, my Lady, I was surprised too, but he said Miss Darcy was to ride out with her brother and Mr. Darcy needed an important document delivered to his solicitor.”
“Thank you,” Olivia Fitzwilliam said. “Is he waiting for responses?”
“He stopped here first, my Lady. He will be back to pick up your responses before he leaves for Meryton. He warned it will be within an hour.”
Olivia had letters from William, Georgiana, Grace, and Phoebe, which she read in that order. When she was done with Phoebe’s letter, she stood up and hurried into her husband’s study.
“Michael, I know you cannot leave London for another week, but I would like to leave at dawn tomorrow,” Olivia said.
“Olivia, you cannot show up unannounced,” Michael stated.
“Phoebe told me I had an open invitation. Our original departure date was based on your schedule, but I want to leave now.”
“Why? What has changed?” Michael asked with narrowed eyes.
Olivia handed him Phoebe’s letter and enjoyed watching his face as he read.
Talking to himself while he read, her husband said, “This Lady Lucas seems like a bit of a matchmaker. I cannot believe she ignored their request to delay introductions and arrived with her eldest daughter. Her daughter, Charlotte, while apparently plain, seems intelligent if not a bit too eager to tell them all about the Bennet family.”
When he finished, he looked just as excited as she was.
“Imagine, a family with five daughters, and two nieces on the way, who are all beautiful, intelligent, and witty?” Michael asked. “While I will miss your company for a week, I think you are right. You and Joseph must go to Haye Park tomorrow morning.”
Olivia’s smile grew even larger. “My love, you are a genius! Unfortunately, Joseph told me earlier today he accepted an invitation to look at horse flesh with a friend and will not be back until late tomorrow. Richard will have to take me and either return to London late the same day or early Monday. I will write him a note demanding he stay here tonight so we may leave early.”
“Olivia, he may not be able to get away,” her husband warned.
“Nonsense. He told me they had light duties for a few days. If he asks his commanding officer for a day to escort his mother to a country estate a few hours outside of London, do you think it will be denied? If you do, I suggest you write a letter to your friend the general,” Olivia demanded.
“My dear, I am not trying to stand in the way of you leaving. Let us both write a note to Richard and I will have a footman deliver them right away and wait for a response.”
After writing her note, she left to pack her trunks wondering how many ball gowns she needed to pack.
Knots Inn, Nottingham
Friday, June 7, 1811
Charles Bingley was at the end of his patience. His sister had fought with and harassed him for the entire two days of their travel to Yorkshire. They had stopped to let the horses rest, refresh themselves, eat some food, and his sister would not stop complaining long enough to take a breath.
“Enough Caroline! We will be at Uncle Wilbur’s house before dark and you will stay with him while I travel to France,” he told his sister sternly.
“But, Charles, why did we have to leave London? Why are we travelling to Yorkshire non-stop when it is terribly dangerous to proceed at night? Why are you going to France? Why can I not go with you? I have been begging you to take me shopping in Paris,” Caroline whined.
“Listen to yourself, Caroline. You sound like a child of five years constantly asking their nanny ‘why’. I have answered all of your questions, more times than I can count. Repeating them will not change my responses. If you do not yet understand it was your actions that forced us to flee London in shame, I do not know how to make you understand.”
“What did I do that was wrong? Miss Hurst was acting like a tart with my soon to be betrothed. Lady Matlock is to be my aunt. How was it improper to greet her when I noticed she was in the same haberdashery?”
Finally, the first new topics of conversation in two days. “How was walking in the park with her brother, aunt, Mr. Darcy, Miss Darcy, and Lady Sheldon and her daughters acting like a tart? Were you not also walking in the park with your brother?”
“She should have been in half-mourning! Instead, she was allowed to attend balls with Lady Matlock we could only dream of being admitted to. Why, Lady Matlock even held a ball in her honour. It is not fair!” his sister yelled. “She should have held one for me.”
“Caroline, I have told you again and again, Miss Hurst properly mourned Louisa. Besides, you have never been introduced to Lady Matlock. Why would she throw a ball in your honour? Sister, you are making no sense.”
“I should have been introduced to Lady Matlock,” Caroline said with a grimace. “I do not understand why she did not overlook the slight impropriety and recognize me. Mr. Darcy will be mine!”
“Slight impropriety? You approached some of the highest placed ladies in society as if you were on intimate terms, in a very public place. What did you expect to happen?”
“To be acknowledged!” his sister shrieked. “When I am Mrs. Darcy, they will have to court my favour. I plan to make them work for my forgiveness.”
Charles shook his head and barely refrained from rolling his eyes. “I have been meaning to ask you, Caroline. Why did you tell me Darcy was going to offer for you?”
“Because he is. I am sure it will happen when we are at Netherfield Park.”
“What gave you that impression?” Charles asked.
“Why are you asking me these ridiculous questions? Everyone knew he was ready to propose when we had to go into mourning,” Caroline stated dismissively. “It was most inconveniently timed.”
“Inconveniently timed? Our sister died! Do you feel guilty for your part in the accident, at all?”
“I played no part in Louisa’s fall. Do not be ridiculous, Charles!”
“How can you think that? The coroner ruled the death was accidental, however, he did say you helped contribute by causing Louisa to become unbalanced,” Charles said bluntly.
“You are speaking nonsense, Charles. For the last time, I had absolutely nothing do with Louisa’s death. Why are you taunting me with these unfounded accusations? Are you informing Mr. Darcy of this slander when you write to him? Why would you try to sabotage my relationship with him? Do you care nothing for me? I am the future Mrs. Darcy! It seems you do not respect me, but you will at least respect my future position or you will not be welcomed into my homes!” his sister practically screamed at him.
“Your relationship? What actions of Darcy’s gave you that impression? Did he ever call on you?” he tried another track with a scowl on his face.
“Of course he did, Charles. He was at the Hurst townhouse all the time, you know that.”
“He was there at my invitation, Caroline. Did he ever arrive, when I was not home, and ask to speak with you?”
“Not that I recall. Really, Charles, you are being so tedious.”
Charles felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. Had he done his friend a disservice? “Caroline, did Darcy ever send you flowers?”
“Mr. Darcy? Send flowers? You must be joking.”
“I am serious, Caroline. Did he ever ask you to reserve him a set, in advance of a ball?” he asked hopefully.
“No, because he knew he did not have to. I always saved the supper set for him.”
“He never called on you. He never sent you flowers. He never asked for a set, in advance. I am confused, Caroline. What made you think Darcy was anything other than my friend?” Charles asked, hoping she could show some sign that Darcy encouraged her.
“Surely, Charles, you would have to be a woman to understand. Louisa and all of my friends agreed he was on the verge of proposing,” his sister said. “I refuse to stay with Uncle Wilbur. I will be joining you.”
He could tell he was wasting his time. Nothing he said to his sister had been heard. He had an unpleasant suspicion this is what Darcy felt like the last time they met. “No, you will not. Did you forget that father’s will put me in charge of your inheritance until you are thirty-years-old? With me out of the country, you will be under Uncle Wilbur’s protection and he will have control of your dowry and give you access to your pin money.”
He was pleased to see the first bit of fear from her this trip. “What do you think Uncle Wilbur will say when I tell him that I had to make an agreement with our brother-in-law to keep you from being arrested for theft? Or that Hurst could make me pay him almost £7,000 for that little scene you caused in Hyde Park?”
“What do you mean? He cannot take any more of my dowry!” Caroline shouted.
“Oh yes he can, Caroline. Did you forget the contract we both signed? I demanded you were present when the solicitor explained the contract and had you sign a copy so that you could not claim you did not understand your restrictions. You agreed not to spread gossip about the Hurst family, or you would forfeit the other £5,000 in recompense for the jewellery and items you tried to steal along with almost £2,000 for the items that were broken or previously stolen and tracked back to you. The Bow Street Runners were very thorough. Does Daily’s Pawn Shop ring a bell?” he asked and saw her blanch. “I see it does. Take note of the wording our solicitor and I stressed when we reviewed and signed the document. It said gossip about the Hurst family, not specifically our brother in law. How would you explain to our family and your friends why your dowry went from £20,000 to £8,000?”
“Maybe Mr. Hurst did not realize I violated the terms,” his sister said quietly.
“If you want to continue living in your own world, then feel free to believe that. You realize, do you not, that Hurst left London with the Darcy’s last December? I would not be surprised if Darcy was behind the contract in the first place. Perhaps Hurst did not realize you broke the contract, but Darcy surely would have. Do you think any judge would side with you after Lady Sheldon told all that she had heard you say about Miss Hurst in Hyde Park?”
“Charles,” his sister sniffled, with tears in her eyes, “I want to come with you.”
Riding trails, Hertfordshire
Friday, June 7, 1811
Grace Hurst looked up at her brother in concern when he stopped walking until she followed his gaze and saw the newcomers. There was no question the brunette was a sister of the lady talking to Mr. Darcy, but the other one. Grace was not sure if she should hate her at first sight based on her blond hair, perfect figure, and eyes the most vibrant shade of blue she had ever seen. It was Grace’s experience that women like this one, contained a personality as dark as they were exquisite.
With a concerned look on her face, she caught Georgie’s eye and brought her attention to Reginald. Georgie noticed and then a thoughtful, almost eager, look crossed her face as she looked between her own brother and the stunning brunette in front of him.
There was no time like the present. Maybe her brother would lose interest when the blond opened her mouth. With a devilish grin on her face, Grace walked towards Mr. Darcy and asked, “Mr. Darcy, will you introduce us to your companions?”
“More ductions? I can duce you,” the little girl said excitedly, while wiggling until Mr. Darcy put her down.
Grace watched, surprised, as the child, who obviously belonged to a tenant, ran to the heart-stoppingly exquisite young lady with blond hair, grabbed her hand, and pulled her towards the group, with the other lady automatically following. Instead of the expected arrogance, the blond lady looked uncertain, almost afraid, to approach the group.
“I am Anna Elizabeth Sayers,” the little girl said with a clumsy curtsey. “This is Miss Jane Bennet, Miss Lizzy Bennet, and Miss Mary Bennet. Besides papa and my sister Molly, Miss Jane and Miss Lizzy are my most favouritist people. My middle name was for Miss Lizzy and it is my fault she has a leaf in her hair. I threw Lizzy too high and she had to climb the tree to rescue her.”
“I had wondered why she was up there,” Mr. Darcy said dryly, causing Miss Elizabeth to blush and Anna to giggle.
“I am confused,” Georgie stated, surprising Grace and Mr. Darcy by speaking in front of new acquaintances. “How did you throw Miss Elizabeth into a tree and how did she climb up to rescue herself?”
“Thank you for asking,” Harold said, “I was uncertain how that happened, too, but hoped I could figure it out as the conversation progressed.”
“My doll is named Lizzy because Miss Lizzy gave her to me,” Anna explained excitedly. She hugged Miss Bennet’s leg and continued, “Miss Jane made Lizzy the new dress she is wearing out of some old dresses from Long. Miss Jane and Miss Lizzy bring me clothes, treats, food, and play with me all the time.”
Grace was astonished.
“Anna, allow me to introduce you to my friends,” Mr. Darcy said gently. “Mr. Harold Dobbs is a cousin of the Hurst’s, Miss Grace Hurst is Mr. Hurst’s sister, and last, but certainly not least, my sister, Miss Georgiana Darcy.”
“You are William’s sister who has part of my name!” the little girl said excitedly.
“Yes, I am. Did he tell you I had difficulty pronouncing Fitzwilliam when I was younger?” Georgie asked.
“Yes, I tried saying Fiswilliam, but it was too hard so he told me I could call him William. Then he duced me to Mr. Hurs and I duced him to Miss Lizzy and told him Molly works at field,” Anna said.
“Who is Molly, who, I am assuming, works at Netherfield Park?” Grace asked.
“Molly is my sister,” Anna answered.
“I cannot wait to see Miss Bingley’s reaction if Anna visits,” Reginald said, a little too gleefully. “She has her sights set firmly on Darcy and will not appreciate another lady in her path.”
“But William is going to marry Miss Lizzy, we scussed it earlier,” Anna stated helpfully. “Miss Lizzy will stop climbing trees and serve custard for dessert and William will learn to like peas and stop eating porridge.”
Harold looked highly amused and a little confused when he stated, “But Darcy seemed to love the peas at dinner last night.”
“Anna,” Mr. Darcy admonished gently, “what did we talk about before?”
“I am sorry William. I member it is not proper to scuss such things when we are in company. I do not want you to marry anyone but Miss Lizzy and Miss Jane should marry Mr. Hurs cause I like him too. You could marry them at the same time,” Anna said while jumping up and down and clapping. “Miss Jane and Miss Lizzy, when you get married, can I spread the flowers?”
“Anna,” Miss Elizabeth said with a sigh, “Jane and I will not be getting married any time soon. Stop this immediately.”
Grace was astounded when Miss Bennet picked Anna up and rested her on a hip so naturally, it was obviously a practiced manoeuvre. Who was this young lady?
“Anna, what did we talk about yesterday?” Miss Bennet asked the child.
Grace smiled as Anna scrunched up her face, obviously trying to remember.
“To be careful?”
“Yes, Anna, you must take care when meeting new people. You cannot tell from manners alone if people are good,” Miss Bennet said quietly.
Grace was shocked to hear her telling a young child to be cautious. She had decided Miss Bennet was unlike the ladies she met in town, but now she was wondering if she had been hurt by somebody.
“Then you have to spend more time with Mr. Hurs and Miss Lizzy with William. Then you will know if you suit and can get married and let me throw flowers,” Anna suggested helpfully. “Maybe they can play with us tomorrow too?”
“Is it normal for daughters of an estate owner to spend all day playing with a tenant’s child?” Harold asked.
“Forgive Mr. Dobbs, ladies,” Mr. Darcy said. “Since he was twelve years old, he has spent more time on navy ships than he has on dry land. He meant no offense, he was truly curious. We are teaching him how to manage an estate.”
“You did not offend us,” Miss Bennet answered. “Anna’s mother passed away a year ago. Normally, one of the ladies in Meryton, Miss Thomlin, watches Anna on the days her sister Molly works, but she is visiting a friend for another week. My sisters and I agreed to assist Mr. Sayers when he cannot make other arrangements. It is such a beautiful day. We thought a picnic was in order. Just as we were about to leave, a letter arrived from my aunt and Mary agreed to wait with me while it was read. I apologize we were so late, Lizzy.”
Grace looked at Georgie and tipped her head slightly at the sisters.
Georgie nodded and asked, “Miss Bennet, would you and your sisters like to join me and Grace for tea tomorrow?”
“Yes, please say you will come. You will be able to meet my Aunt Phoebe. You must bring Anna, my aunt will enjoy her company,” Grace added.
“A tale of caution ladies. If you bring the little imp with you, my mother might not let you leave with her,” Harold stated matter-of-factly.
“My cousin is right,” Reginald added. “Aunt Phoebe may try and keep Anna.”
With a smirk, Grace said, “You are going to give our new friends the wrong idea about Aunt Phoebe.”
“Lady Dobbs is everything that is proper,” Mr. Darcy said. “But, from what I have seen, Dobbs and Hurst are correct that she will seek out Anna’s company. I, for one, would pay good money to witness the first, of what I assume would be many, lectures on proper deportment.”
“Now that is interesting, Mr. Darcy. Miss Bennet and Miss Elizabeth, I ask that you introduce me to Mr. Sayers in the future. If he allows, we would like to help watch Anna,” Grace offered then enjoyed the looks of shock on her relatives’ faces.
“Grace,” Reginald finally choked out, “are you feeling well, sister? Do we need to return to Haye Park so you may rest?”
“Reginald is right, cousin. Do you feel warm?” Harold asked her.
“Men,” Georgie said, shaking her head. “You have obviously not followed Grace’s line of reasoning.”
“I have,” Mr. Darcy said. “If Lady Dobbs is lecturing Anna, Miss Hurst will be left alone.”
Grace grinned at the Bennet sisters who were all laughing now and confirmed, “Mr. Darcy is correct. More to the point, Georgie and I would like to start meeting the ladies in the area who are of an age close to ours.”
“Miss Hurst, may we send a note to Haye Park later letting you know if we may accept your invitation? Our own aunt and cousins are to arrive in time for dinner tonight,” Miss Mary said.
“She speaks!” Grace exclaimed dramatically. “I was beginning to wonder if you could, Miss Mary.”
“Grace!” her brother admonished in a whisper.
“Yes, Aunt Phoebe?” she asked cheekily.
“I am not insulted, Mr. Hurst. One cannot live in a house with Lizzy without being teased. Although,” Miss Mary continued while looking her in the eye, “my sister is usually more circumspect and gentler.”
“A hit, a very palpable hit, Miss Mary. I am impressed,” Grace said. “Are any of your cousins female?”
“Yes, a good number of them are,” Miss Mary answered dryly, causing her sisters to laugh.
“Well done, Miss Mary. Are any of the cousins, who will be arriving in time for dinner tonight, female?” Grace clarified.
“Yes, two of them. Juliet is Lizzy’s age and Celia is mine. Mama jokes Aunt Jane was trying to match her child for child,” Miss Mary said.
“They are invited too. Georgie and I sincerely would like to become friends with the gentlewomen in the area. We will be in residence for many months,” Grace affirmed.
“Miss Lizzy,” Anna whined, “I am hungry. Can we eat our picnic now?”
“I am sorry we delayed your picnic, Anna,” Grace told the little girl. “It is time for us to leave anyway, Aunt Phoebe will worry about us.”
Grace confirmed they would send a note to Haye Park later and then took their leave of the Bennet sisters and Anna. She grinned when her brother had difficulties mounting his horse. Harold made a comment to Reginald she could not hear. Whatever her cousin said, was sufficient to make Reginald stop looking at Miss Bennet long enough to mount gracefully.
Grace rode back to Haye Park, her mind racing with everything she learned, saw, and her inferences from the meeting.
Longbourn, Hertfordshire
Friday, June 7, 1811
Elizabeth Bennet was worried about her sister Jane. She was grateful their Aunt Jane had arrived, with their cousins, in time for dinner. Her mother had asked Mrs. Tucker to tell her more about her trip to Scotland with Lydia. Elizabeth was able to discreetly indicate she needed to speak with her aunt.
“Aunt Jane, I am so glad you arrived, I have been worried about Jane,” Elizabeth admitted.
“Lydia informed us there was a concern,” her aunt confirmed. “Tell me exactly what is happening.”
Elizabeth explained how Jane sobbed despondently upon hearing Mrs. Douglas’ story and since that day, had been untrusting of men she did not know.
“She will not even go into the garden alone?”
“No, Aunt Jane, she will not. She seems to be okay with Mr. Hill, papa, Uncle Stuart, and the Sims brothers. She has refused to attend invitations with us. I do not know what to do,” Elizabeth admitted.
“Matilda and I will talk to her, alone. Perhaps between the two of us, we can help her figure out how to be cautious without causing debilitating fear. I will ask your mother to invite your Uncle and Aunt Phillips to dine with us tomorrow. Perhaps surrounding her by kind men she is not afraid of will help.”
“Thank you,” Elizabeth said gratefully. “We have not had Uncle Stuart and Aunt Evelyn to dinner in a few days.”
“Lydia also mentioned Mr. Darcy and Mr. Hurst were in the neighbourhood.”
“Yes, they are staying at Haye Park while the Goulding’s are staying in the dower house at Mr. Darcy’s estate in Derbyshire.”
“Have you met them?”
“Yes, Aunt Jane, we came across them on a ride earlier today. Both gentlemen brought their sisters and Mr. Hurst brought his cousin and aunt, Mr. Dobbs and Lady Dobbs.”
“Lady Phoebe Dobbs is in Meryton?” her aunt asked, looking shocked.
“I believe so, aunt. Mr. and Miss Hurst called her Aunt Phoebe and Mr. Dobbs called her mother. Mr. Darcy is the one who called her Lady Dobbs,” Elizabeth explained with a slight blush.
“I know Lady Dobbs,” her aunt said thoughtfully. “I need to have a discussion with her as soon as possible.”
“Miss Darcy and Miss Hurst invited me and my sisters, along with our cousins, to take tea at Haye Park tomorrow,” Elizabeth offered. “We are supposed to send a note letting them know if we are able to accept.”
“Perfect, I will attend with you. I know I was not technically invited, however, given my previous acquaintance with Lady Dobbs, it is expected I pay a call on her.”
Matlock House, London
Friday, June 7, 1811
Olivia Fitzwilliam was pacing, eagerly waiting for Richard to arrive. He had sent a note letting her know he was able to escort her tomorrow and to expect him for dinner.
She was impatient for grandchildren, which required her sons to marry. Unfortunately, they both refused to settle for anything less than their ideal woman. When Richard returned from Pemberley full of stories about Miss Hurst, she was ecstatic. To hear of beautiful women with brains, sent her into raptures. She knew intelligence mattered more to her eldest son, but my goodness, beauty would certainly help.
“Olivia, sit down please,” her husband said.
“I am too excited. I wish I was in Meryton right now,” she admitted.
“Mother, father is right. Please sit,” her son said as he walked in.
“Richard, I am so happy to see you,” she said while hugging him.
“Yes, it is nice to see you too. Now sit and tell me what has you agitated.”
Olivia handed her son Phoebe’s letter and, with her husband, enjoyed watching him read.
“My poor brother,” Richard said when he was done. With a devilish smirk on his face, he said, “From the sounds of it, JT may finally catch himself in a parson’s mousetrap.”
“From what Georgie and Grace both wrote, I am wondering if Miss Mary might be a good match for JT. She is quiet, which would hopefully temper some of his exuberance, and she displays a playful wit. Grace warned me that Darcy seemed intrigued by Miss Elizabeth and her brother was struck dumb at the sight of Miss Bennet,” Olivia said with a laugh.
“Darcy and Hurst too?” Richard’s grin grew. “I will go with you mother. If the Bennet ladies are everything Lady Dobbs says, I will encourage my brother to attend to your protection in Meryton, with two stipulations.”
“I can barely wait to hear what you are demanding, Richard,” her husband chuckled.
“Proceed,” she encouraged.
“If JT falls as hard as I expect he may, mother will send me a letter with all of the, hopefully embarrassing, details and father, you must include one to the general encouraging him to grant me leave to visit you,” Richard answered with a smirk. “There is no way I would miss the upcoming spectacle of three highly sought-after gentlemen falling for a bevy of sisters, or cousins depending on how it plays out.”
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