Excessively Attentive - Chapter 31-33

Author's note: Because I am terrible at tracking time, apparently, and this has been such a long time between posts after I said I would endeavor to do better about that ... here's three chapters at once. I will try to keep track and get more posted. - Much love, Jessica S.

Thirty-One

Elizabeth had barely broken her fast when she heard her father’s voice, speaking to the maid escorting him to the breakfast room. “Ah, Lizzy,” he said, stepping into it. He made for the buffet to fix himself a cup of tea and piling a plate himself, before settling down across from her.

“I did not expect you to arrive quite so early, Papa,” she said between bites.

“When Darcy relayed the plans for you to be out with your sister and cousin today, I decided I should spend some time with my daughter before she’s off to socialize,” he replied. “I am surprised at you. Volunteering to go shopping, my dear?”

She coloured a little. “I have not been near a bookshop in weeks, Papa,” she replied.

“And your assumption that Darcy would be escorting his sister, and not, say, perhaps her companion, played not a bit into it?” he needled.

Elizabeth coloured, but shook her head. “I own, I did assume he would escort his sister, but I more desired to see how Georgiana and Kitty are getting on. They both need a friend of their own.”

Mr. Bennet snorted lightly before sipping at his tea. “They get along quite well, really. I am pleased with their interactions. I have provided her with some pocket money, much to Lydia’s disapproval. I had to be quite stern with Lydia, though. She was most displeased to not be especially invited.”

“She and Mama enjoy shopping together,” Elizabeth replied. “Perhaps they can make a day of it tomorrow, with Aunt Gardiner to provide assistance.”

Mr. Bennet nodded. “Excellent idea. Perhaps if you make the recommendation to them when you arrive, that will soothe the ruffled feathers.”

“I shall endeavour to remember,” Elizabeth replied. “Did William share the titbit from my Aunt Gardiner last night?”

“He did indeed, and your mother and I recalled those instances. I wonder that we did not put them together before this.”

“So it seems reasonable that the gypsies kept me for a few months?” she asked.

“It certainly seems that way,” Mr. Bennet agreed. “Although I wonder how you fared, given your dislike of horses by then.”

She finished her plate. “The carriage is waiting then?”

“Indeed,” Mr. Bennet replied, standing up. He opened his arms, and Elizabeth stepped in for a hug. “Be a good girl,” he said quietly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I will see you later, either here or at Darcy house, depending on how well this endeavour today goes.”

* * *

Not long after his second eldest left in the same carriage which delivered him to Matlock House this morning, Bennet’s eldest appeared in the breakfast room. “Oh, good morning, Papa! I did not expect you so early,” Jane said.

“Good morning, Jane. As for my timing, I expected to find Lizzy up before most of the household, as usual, and wished to spend some uninterrupted time with her,” he replied.

“I heard Lizzy leaving,” she half-asked.

“Indeed. She did not wish to keep the carriage waiting for long.” He eyed Jane. “I admit, I expected you would accompany her in your self-appointed guardianship role.”

Jane coloured slightly. “Anne and I discussed giving William and Lizzy some time apart from the rest of the family hovering over their every move. Accompanying his sister and ours seemed to be a reasonable compromise.” She selected her own meal and sat down in the same seat Elizabeth had chosen this morning. “I also wished to sit in on the interviews, if you and Lady Matlock will allow it, for my own education. I have not been party to such an activity before.”

Bennet pursed his lips. “Certainly, if our hostess is agreeable. We have so rarely lost staff at Longbourn there truly has been little need for such interviews. Perhaps Lady Matlock can be persuaded to share her methods for selecting candidates, as well, if you are curious?”

“That would be splendid,” Jane agreed.

He smiled slightly, sensing an opportunity to tease her. “Does this mean you are considering the possibility of becoming Mrs. Bingley?”

Jane coloured deeply this time. “Perhaps,” she allowed after a moment. “But if not that particular occurrence, I am three-and-twenty.”

“And in need of your own home,” Bennet finished. “While I should like to be selfish and keep you and Elizabeth with me for many more years yet, I will not stand in the way of your happiness, my dear. I have heard enough of the situation with Mr. Bingley to be assured of his character.”

“I do not wish to leave Lizzy alone to face her future,” Jane replied.

“The de Broughs, Fitzwilliams, Darcys, Gardiners, and Bennets support her, Jane, my love. She will be fine. She loves you very much, and would in no way wish to diminish your chances of happiness.”

Jane looked pensive, an odd expression for her. “I am afraid of being ... supplanted,” she said at last.

“You will always be her sister and dear friend,” Bennet replied. “But when either of you marry, when, not if, your first duty and first friendship should be to your husband. I know I have not been the best of role models, there, but I have every intention of ensuring each of you are settled with a partner you and I both can respect.”

Jane hesitated. “Did you ... believe you would find that friendship with my mother?”

Bennet sat back, trying to hide the wince. He had long regretted that failure of his. “A difficult question to answer,” he said finally. “I should like to think on the answer, if I may, and consider it.”

Jane nodded. “I should not have asked.”

Bennet waved the concern away. “I all but gave you permission to ask with my statements, dear. I need to ponder over it more deeply before I can provide you, and Lizzy, a fair answer. I believe you both need one, nay, deserve one.”

Sounds in the hallway indicated the tête-à-tête was at an end for the time being. Others in the household drifted in and out; Jane left not long after Lord Matlock sat down beside Bennet to discuss Lizzy and London politics. It seemed he appreciated a new viewpoint on some of the long-on-going arguments in Parliament, and how he might approach them for resolution. Miss de Bourgh and Lady Catherine arrived together; Miss de Bourgh asked after Jane.

“I do not know her immediate whereabouts, but she did request to sit in on the interviews later this morning,” Bennet answered.

“Certainly,” Lady Matlock interjected, apparently having just arrived in the room herself. “Her input may be useful. I will have a servant inform her to wait in the library in time for the first appointment.”

“Thank you, Lady Matlock,” Bennet replied. “Our staff at Longbourn is often fixed for long durations, so she has little experience with the process.”

“All the better, then, for her to assist this time,” Lord Matlock agreed. He patted his wife’s hand as she sat down. “While our own staff at the estate does not frequently turn over, here in town, with so many opportunities, is quite a different story. And there are none better than Sarah for the task.”

“You flatter me, my dear,” Lady Matlock returned.

“Always,” replied Lord Matlock. “But that does not mean I do not speak the truth as I see it. I am indeed fortunate.” He sighed. “And indeed, I need to be off. Duty calls.”

Those remaining in the breakfast room fare-well’d the earl and he slipped from the room. Bennet excused himself, intending to find the library. Better that he lose track of time in the location of the appointments than embarrass himself by being elsewhere.

* * *

William greeted the returning carriage and handed Elizabeth down from it. She favoured him with an amused expression. “Good morning,” she said.

“An excellent morning,” William replied. “Your father made it safely, then?”

“Indeed,” Elizabeth agreed, “And as you see, so have I.”

Elizabeth had not yet visited William’s town home, and he gave a brief tour of the salient areas as he led her to the breakfast room. “I already broke my fast,” Elizabeth informed him.

“So have I. However, our sisters are currently waiting there.”

Indeed, when they entered, it was apparent that both Kitty and Georgiana had finished breakfast as well, and were merely waiting for Elizabeth’s arrival to remove themselves from Mrs. Bennet’s presence.

“Lizzy!” Mrs. Bennet cried. “You must tell me all about your stay with Lord and Lady Matlock!”

“I would not wish to delay Georgiana’s errands, mama,” Elizabeth replied. “Perhaps after we return from those?”

Mrs. Bennet sighed, an exasperated sound. “If you insist. So like your father you are, Lizzy.”

William agreed politely. “What I remember of my uncle and what I know of Mr. Bennet, ma’am, Miss Elizabeth does take after them both.”

“Elizabeth, brother,” Georgiana spoke from the hallway, “Kitty and I are ready now.”

“Until later, Mrs. Bennet,” William excused them, still holding Elizabeth’s arm.

“We will talk after we return, mama. I promise,” Elizabeth called over her shoulder while William half-dragged her away. She caught a slightly disappointed look on her mother’s face, and while not the first one she had ever caused, this one actually pained her.

She favoured him with a pointed look and he shook his head briefly before glancing at their sisters. Very well, she would allow him to explain himself after their sisters were distracted. They piled back into the carriage that Elizabeth had barely left, and William gave directions to the driver.

The party meandered crowded streets, full of shoppers and those out shopping to be seen. William’s favourite book store was the first stop. Elizabeth acquired a few treatises on the natural sciences and mathematics for later study. Georgiana selected new sheet music, and William another volume to add to the Pemberley collection. Kitty was not left spoilless, as within a few stores, she acquired a “right smart bonnet.”

Despite the generally merry outing, Elizabeth felt slightly cheated as they returned to William’s town home. Little in-depth conversation could be had with William among such crowds, and she felt the loss of the opportunity keenly. As she was promised to spend a little time with Mrs. Bennet, she could not even look forward to a few moments’ peace to discuss literary selections for the day.

Mrs. Bennet approved of Kitty’s new bonnet even as Lydia abused it as hideous. “Perhaps,” Elizabeth interjected in an attempt to head off another row between her youngest sisters, “you may find a nicer one when you go shopping with Aunt Gardiner?”

“Shopping with my sister Gardiner?” Mrs. Bennet cried. “When was that decided? For I have heard nothing of such plans!”

“It has not been decided,” Elizabeth soothed. “I made the suggestion to Papa this morning, and he asked I gauge your interest. I dare say that my aunt would be pleased to take you and Lydia shopping,” Elizabeth added. “She can show you her favourite warehouses.”

“It is an excellent plan,” Mrs. Bennet declared. “I shall write a note to Mrs. Gardiner directly.”

“Please advise me when your note is completed, ma’am,” William interjected. “My sister and I would like to invite Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner to dine here prior to you returning to Longbourn. Both invitations may be sent at the same time.”

“Excellent!” Lydia declared even as Mary drifted over to Georgiana’s side.

“May I see?” Mary asked, gesturing at the music.

Georgiana smiled as she gestured towards the door. “Actually, should you, Kitty, and I go to the pianoforte and study it there?”

Kitty voiced enthusiastic approval for the scheme, and Mary looked a bit startled but acquiesced after a glance at her sister. Kitty grabbed Mary’s arm, and tugged at her to follow. Elizabeth shared a look with William at this new development. Curious.

“I believe,” William said, “that I must leave you for the moment, Miss Elizabeth, Mrs. Bennet, Miss Lydia, if you do not mind?”

“Indeed not, Mr. Darcy,” Mrs. Bennet replied. “Lizzy and Lydia will be fine company until Mr. Bennet returns.”

William gave her a look which she took to be somewhat apologetic before leaving himself. Elizabeth shrugged internally, and settled down to talk lace and frippery with her mother and youngest sister, taking up a small bit of needlework to keep her hands busy. Well, they talked, and Elizabeth added commentary where appropriate.

Conversation turned towards the ball the Matlocks were hosting soon. “Is your gown ready?” Lydia asked.

“Not yet,” Elizabeth replied. “I have another fitting in a few days, and final adjustments the day before.”

“I should dearly love to see you in it,” Mrs. Bennet said.

“I will see if that may be arranged, Mama. I believe you leave Friday, yes?”

“Quite,” Lydia sulked. Mrs. Bennet hrmphed but did not comment.

“I dare say you would find it dreadfully dull,” Elizabeth soothed. “My cousins have been telling me all about ones held in years past, and I have heard enough gossip from visitors to Matlock House to be assured it is a stuffy, pretty affair, with little entertainment by our standards. There’s dancing, yes, but not like you would enjoy at the Assembly. Even William admitted to that much.”

“Then how are you going to enjoy it, Lizzy?” Lydia asked.

She laughed. “I assure you, I have little expectations of enjoyment out of this ball, sister. I am fulfilling family obligations, to a most eager and anxious family. Given my druthers, I would go home with you on Friday. Still, Richard has said that despite its failings, it is still more enjoyable than most.”

Mrs. Bennet shifted uncomfortably, and Lydia glanced askance at her mother before hesitantly asking, “Are you to ever come home to Longbourn again? You or Jane?”

Elizabeth knew the question would come up eventually. “We certainly have time to decide how my holidays will be split between households. Longbourn is my home; it is all I can remember. I know Jane intends to stay with me a while yet before coming home.”

“But I want my sisters back!” For a moment, Elizabeth was forcibly struck by the memories of a much younger Lydia. Her distress was palpable.

Mrs. Bennet reached out to her youngest, showing more discernment and caring than Elizabeth had seen in a long time. “Come here, my dear.” Lydia, still looking quite upset, moved to sit closer to their mother. “You know that my sister and my brother both visit us, and us them, dear. I write frequent letters to my brother and your Aunt Gardiner. That is an aspect of marriage and new families that you will have to learn to adjust to.”

“I always thought we could stay with you,” Lydia replied.

“If you think that was possible, do you really think Charlotte would be living in Hunsford instead of Meryton?” Elizabeth asked. “Or any of the other neighbourhood girls who have moved away with their husbands, and we only see occasionally now?”

“I wish you could, but a wife must give her first duty to her husband and any children. A rich gentleman – one who can keep you comfortably, with servants and a comfortable home – will have far more obligations to call him away. I was fortunate that my marriage to your father enabled my sister to meet Mr. Phillips, so she could marry and settle close by. Otherwise, your aunt would probably be living elsewhere, and we would see her only rarely. Indeed, by the standards of many families, we have been fortunate. My brother is successful enough to travel to Longbourn at least yearly. Many families do not have that leisure.”

“But Lizzy is not marrying away, not yet,” Lydia protested.

“My situation is ... unusual, yes. But Mama is saying this is a normal part of growing up and marrying away. The cause in my case is a bit different, that is all.”

“What about Jane?”

Elizabeth hesitated. “I believe she will return to Longbourn before year’s end. I have hopes, however, that her stay will not be for long, for the happiest of reasons.”

“Mr. Bingley has renewed his addresses?” Mrs. Bennet cried.

“Will I get to be a bridesmaid?” Lydia asked eagerly.

“William and I believe he intends to, yes. He has been quite attentive and solicitous since our arriving in town. Miss Bingley has teased Jane about becoming her sister.”

“Miss Bingley? Ugh,” Lydia replied.

Elizabeth half-smiled. “Miss Bingley appears to be attempting to make amends, to both Jane and myself. She is certainly more pleasant and less superficially polite than she ever presented at Netherfield.”

“She is a very elegant lady,” Mrs. Bennet scolded.

“She is,” Elizabeth conceded. “However, her company is more pleasant than I found it previously. Guarded, perhaps, but that is not necessarily uncalled for. She seems to be more ... genuine.”

“As sweet as Jane is, Miss Bingley could certainly do worse for a sister,” Mrs. Bennet added.

“I would not be surprised if that was one of her considerations,” Elizabeth replied. “She has talked about some of her social circles’ behaviours. As long as she believes she may need to live in her brother’s home, certainly a sister she can tolerate would be for her best own interests.”

Lydia sniffed. “Are there really so many considerations to husbands than a red coat?”

“Indeed,” Elizabeth replied. “According to my cousin the Colonel, the income of the lower ranked officers is marginal at best. They certainly could not keep you in a style similar to which you have been accustomed. That is why so many of them are interested in women with more wealth than the Bennets.”

“Your dowries are very modest,” Mrs. Bennet agreed. “Your father’s income is sufficient to be comfortable, and we would perhaps be able to supplement one of you girls’ households a little, but only a little. You are worth more than that, but even handsome young men need something to live on.”

“Perhaps I do not want to marry after all,” huffed Lydia.

“Certainly not at fifteen,” Elizabeth replied. “You have plenty of time yet.”

“Fifteen is a sufficient age,” their mother replied. “Lydia is well-grown.”

Elizabeth responded with only an arched eyebrow and forwent comment. Lydia looked between her sister and her mother, and apparently chose to let the topic die.

Thankfully, Mr. Bennet and Jane arrived not a few moments later. “Papa!”

Elizabeth took the opportunity of Jane’s arrival and their mother’s desire to chat with her eldest to escape. Mr. Bennet walked her in the direction of the library. “Was it a good morning?”

“Tolerable,” Elizabeth replied. “Kitty and Georgiana enjoyed it, and it was nice to be out.”

“And of what your conversation with your mother and sister?”

“We discussed husband-getting considerations and the prospect of Mr. Bingley offering for Jane.”

“Those seem to be popular topics among our family today,” Mr. Bennet smiled. “As for Mr. Bingley, I believe that is more than a prospect.”

---

Thirty-Two

Mr. Bennet settled across from Jane in the Matlocks’ carriage. He indicated to the driver that they were ready, and the carriage jolted forward.

“How do you feel about the morning?”

“Pleased,” Jane replied. “I believe we selected someone Mary will be able to reach a rapport with, while still being able to exert influence and supply education for Kitty and Lydia.”

“Miss McGonagall seems a bit severe, although her background seems impeccable. Your mother may find her trying.”

“No more so than Lizzy or Mary try her nerves.”

He chuckled. “Indeed. And if she can assist Mary’s playing, she may benefit all of our nerves.”

“Papa!” Jane scolded.

Mr. Bennet conceded. “I know I should not speak so, dear. She has shown improvement, with the companionship and example of Miss Darcy. She may yet develop her playing into a true skill.”

“I hope she does,” Jane replied.

“It seems Lizzy’s cousins have her best interests at heart,” Bennet shifted the conversation abruptly, now that they were on the cobbled streets.

“Yes,” Jane agreed. “William and Richard have been particularly solicitous to us.”

“‘Us’?” Bennet questioned, tempering his concern.

“I mean, obviously, they have been far more focused on Lizzy, as they ought to be. But they have been very kind and welcoming to me as her sister, too.”

“And what do you think of Colonel Fitzwilliam?” he prodded.

“He is an amiable man, well-bred as befits his station,” Jane replied. Bennet thought she sounded guarded.

“What if he were to come to me, asking to court you?”

Jane’s serenity fractured, for just a moment. “I would be surprised, indeed. We have not spoken closely enough for me to consider it even in passing.”

Bennet kept his expression neutral if not grave. “Then I shall have to disappoint your hopes, my dear.” Indeed, he noted, a shade of concern under her composure. “For it would not do, to give approval to two young men to court my eldest, and Mr. Bingley has already requested that honour. I have granted it. Unless you wish me to withdraw it?”

Jane lit up. “Yes! I mean, no. I gave him permission to ask you for a courtship. I wish very much to see if we are well suited.”

Bennet smiled at her. “Very well, then. I already spoke with Matlock, as you will be living primarily under his guardianship for the expected duration. He has agreed to supervise in my stead, and I have sent a letter to your uncle Gardiner, asking him to do so as well, in tandem with Matlock.”

“Thank you, Papa.” Jane replied.

“You seem pleased,” Bennet noted. Indeed, Jane nearly glowed. “I admit to some surprise at Bingley saying you insisted on a courtship, even though he indicated that was his intent regardless.”

Jane blushed, glancing down at her hands, folded in her lap. “Two reasons. First, I was not sure he would actually speak to you or when. Second, I do not wish to further complicate Lizzy’s situation with my engagement.”

“I see.” He did, in some fashion. Her distress at the lack of contact over the winter had been palpable. “Will Lizzy be flitting about the doorstep, then, awaiting to hear the news that I have approved the courtship, then?”

Jane shook her head slightly. “I did not tell her. I did not wish to have both our hopes dashed, if it came to that.”

Bennet frowned and reached out to clasp her hands in his. “Jane, you speak too lowly of yourself. You do understand that your entire family – including Lizzy’s new relations – adores you, correct? Colonel Fitzwilliam directed Bingley to me today, and I have little doubt from his disposition when doing so that he suspected the reason for Bingley’s call.”

Jane’s diffident shrug bothered him. For not the first time, he wondered how much of her general approval of people hinged on a lack of confidence in her own worth. He hoped that Bingley was the man capable of convincing her otherwise. The sternness with which Bingley had reportedly brought his sister to heel gave Bennet hope.

“Do you wish to inform your mother of the courtship? Or should I withhold the information until you have come to a decision about an engagement?”

“The sooner my mother knows, the less her excitement later, I believe.” Later, ‘when’ there was an engagement, not ‘if,’ he presumed. “I would prefer to inform her myself.”

“As you wish. I shall leave you to do so when we arrive.”

Darcy’s staff was excellent, and Jane and Bennet were out of the carriage and into the main hall in short order. Muted sounds from the music room drifted down, with a bit of laughter around a wrong note. A question to the lass yielded the information that Miss Darcy’s party had returned already, and Miss Elizabeth was seated in the parlour with Mrs. Bennet and Miss Lydia. His other daughters were accompanying Miss Darcy.

Expecting Lizzy would need the reprieve, Bennet stepped into the parlour with Jane. He pressed Jane’s hand and she gave him a brief, slight smile, before moving to sit where Lizzy had vacated. Lizzy took her place with him, and he led her in the direction of the library. He prompted her slightly about her morning.

“Tolerable,” Elizabeth replied. “Kitty and Georgiana enjoyed it, and it was nice to be out.”

“And of what your conversation with your mother and sister?”

A fleeting look of frustration, but she answered calmly enough. “We discussed husband-getting considerations and the prospect of Mr. Bingley offering for Jane.”

“Those seem to be popular topics among our family today,” Bennet smiled. “As for Mr. Bingley, I believe that is more than a prospect.”

Lizzy looked expressively at her father. He smiled, nodding. “Although he has only requested courtship so far, due to your situation. That was Jane’s requirement. I believe she was going to inform your mother shortly.”

“She said nothing to me at all!” Elizabeth protested.

“She said as much to me, after Mr. Bingley approached me for permission to court her. She said she wished to see if he would follow through with the request.”

“But you all leave on Friday. Will she return with you?”

“No, she insists she will stay with you for now,” Bennet replied. “I have spoken with Lord Matlock and sent a letter to your Uncle Gardiner. Matlock has agreed to act in my stead for the purpose, and I expect to hear the same agreement from your uncle. Should Bingley choose to propose, the request for permission will be forwarded to me. Assuming that Bingley does not ride down to Netherfield to submit the request himself.”

Lizzy nodded. “I would expect he does so. He seems the type.” She paused before adding, “Lydia is afraid of us leaving her behind. She was quite distressed earlier.”

Bennet raised an eyebrow. “From the girl who has been chasing officers these past months?”

“She was quite unhappy to hear that there ought be more considerations than if he wears a red coat,” Elizabeth agreed. “She apparently thought she could marry and stay at Longbourn.”

“Did your mother disabuse her of that notion?”

“I believe for the moment, yes.”

Bennet sighed, shaking his head. “At least we will soon have a governess and companion for your younger sisters, to assist with all of these transitions.”

“Was one of the applicants acceptable, then?”

“Quite. A young Scottish lass, a Miss McGonagall, was recommended to Lady Matlock by one of her cousins. They brought her to London to support her in gaining a position. The young lady is educationally astute, with a wide range of interest. We had quite a lively conversation.”

“Someone you can tolerate, then?” Lizzy teased.

Bennet smiled. “Indeed. She even plays chess, so I will no longer be missing my evening game in the sitting room.”

“I should like to meet her.”

“As soon as her guardian reviews and approves of her contract, she will remove to Darcy House to meet the family and travel to Longbourn with us,” Bennet replied. “I expect there to be little issue there, so you should be able to meet her.”

“What is her contract like?”

“She will assist your sisters in their education, and make recommendations for specific masters if that seems reasonable. She will also act as something of a companion for your mother at times. In exchange, she will receive room and board, as part of the family, and payment. Additionally, she will be granted a reasonable allowance for the acquisition of educational materials geared towards her own pursuits. I will use my old contacts to put her in touch with the proper authorities.”

“Did those contacts never have a daughter or cousin who would have suited us as a governess?” Lizzy sounded genuinely curious rather than accusatory.

“From time to time, yes, I did ask,” Bennet replied with a shrug. “However, none were ever available.”

They arrived at the library. Bennet noted that Lizzy looked briefly disappointed before commenting on the size of the collection to her father.

“Indeed,” Mr. Bennet agreed. “A tempting lot. Darcy says that it is a paltry collection compared to the books kept at Pemberley, but I have not found it lacking yet. I have found both old friends and new on these shelves.”

“Ones to add to your library?”

“Several, yes. Here,” he pulled a volume from a shelf. “I finished this one but two days ago. I believe you will enjoy it.”
Lizzy accepted the book and settled into a chair. He primarily recommended it because Darcy had recommended it to him. Bennet suspected Darcy would be quite pleased to see Lizzy engrossed in a volume he had spoken so highly of.

Darcy himself appeared not five minutes later. Bennet smiled inwardly. Yes, Darcy’s staff was excellent. “Bennet,” he greeted.

“Good afternoon, Darcy,” Bennet replied.

“Did Bingley find you?” Darcy asked. Lizzy’s head shot up from her book.

Bennet smiled. “He did indeed.”

“And?”

“We spoke briefly but in-depth,” Bennet said airily.

“It seems we will not need to engineer a situation where Bingley asks Jane into courtship, after all,” Lizzy interjected. “Nor for Bingley to seek out my father. Not,” she added, eyeing Darcy, “any more than you already seemed to have accomplished.”

“Good!” Darcy’s enthusiastic response felt warm and genuine.

“You seem hardly surprised at all,” Bennet noted. He had not missed Lizzy’s comment about engineering situations.

“If you are asking if he asked my counsel on the subject, I must report that he did not,” Darcy rejoined. “He relayed the successful request, and merely asked for assistance in arranging for a moment to request your permission. He had meant to meet you here, before you left. He barely missed you.”

A quiet knock on the door interrupted them. “Enter,” Darcy bid.

One of the girls peaked in. “Pardons, sirs, miss, but Miss Bennet is requesting Miss de Bourgh’s company.”

“Certainly,” Lizzy replied, setting the book aside. “Excuse me, Papa, William. If you will lead me to her?”

“This way, ma’am,” the girl replied.

As the door shut, they heard Lizzy talking. “My apologies, for not knowing your name, but I do not believe we have been introduced.”
Bennet noted with amusement that Darcy stared at the door for a full minute before recollecting himself. He gave Bennet a wry smile. “Sorry, sir.”

“No apologies needed,” the older man replied. “I have been there myself.” Darcy flushed slightly. Bennet gestured to the book. “But perhaps you should make that available to her to finish at Matlock House.”

Darcy picked it up. “You recommended it to her?”

“Quite.”

“I suppose I should be pleased you are on my side.”

“I am on her side,” Bennet corrected. “And doing what seems best for my daughters. I may not always be right.”

Darcy nodded, still holding the book. After a contemplative moment, he gestured with the book. “I have work to attend in my study. You can, if you wish, join me there, or whatever else you prefer.”

“I believe I will linger here a while,” Bennet replied. “This evening will be plenty of time for conversation.”

“Indeed.”

***

Elizabeth’s guide took her to a small, secluded parlour, where Jane sat waiting for her. Elizabeth thanked the girl as she shut the door behind her.

“I am sorry I did not tell you,” Jane started.

Elizabeth shook her head, forestalling Jane’s explanation. “I am pleased for your sake, Jane. Papa told me as soon as we had gained privacy, and William knew enough to not need a detailed answer either.”

“You do not blame me, then?” Jane seemed surprised and uncertain.

“Blame you? Heavens, no!” Elizabeth cried. “You told none of us, and I certainly believe I understand your heart enough to know why.”

Jane twitched slightly. “Momma says I did it to vex her, of course.”

Elizabeth snorted. “As if she did not do enough vexing enough for all of us? Oh, my dear Jane. I can appreciate you wishing to endure the suspense alone, without me or anyone else teasing you.”

Jane looked more surprised, and then gave a – for Jane – sly smile. “Ah, has my dearest sister discovered the troubles that come from having an admirer as obvious as William?”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, and dropped into the seat near Jane with a huff. “Verily. All of my cousins are teasing us, Mère asked if I had ever considered wedding colours, and any myriad of such nonsense.” She glanced sidelong at Jane. “We – William and I – had quite decided to engineer a moment for Bingley to have a quiet word with you. I am pleased that such machinations were unnecessary. When did he manage it?”

“Just before we left his home after having tea with his sister,” Jane replied. “Given the crush at the Matlock's that evening, I was unsurprised to hear nothing by Saturday, and of course we spent the day out with them all. But I thought for sure -- When Papa said nothing of it yesterday, I fretted that he had lost his resolve already. I cannot express my relief that he spoke to Papa today.”

“I can well imagine it, though. Did you swoon?” Elizabeth teased.

“Ha! I am not so frail as that!” Jane giggled.

“How long do you expect it to remain just courtship?”

Jane frowned slightly. “I told him I wished to wait until we had better determined your situation. Papa says that is not really necessary, but I do not want to abandon you.”

Elizabeth sighed, and took Jane’s hand. “Your happiness will always be welcome, regardless of my situation. I do not wish you to rush, with your concerns about his steadfastness, but do not linger on simply on my account.”

Jane searched her expression, but appeared to find that Elizabeth spoke in earnest. She nodded slowly. “I will take that into consideration, then.”

“Good! Aunt and Uncle Gardiner are expected here for dinner, are they not?”

“That was my understanding,” Jane agreed.

“Papa said he sent a note to our uncle and spoke to mine about the courtship. So you should steel yourself for another inundation of good wishes,” Elizabeth teased.

“Before or after your choice of wedding colours are discussed?”

Elizabeth mock-scowled at Jane, rejoicing at the return of her beloved sister’s spirits. It had been some months since they could tease back and forth like this. “Your suitor is rather more forward than mine.”

Jane suddenly gave her a serious look. “You admit, then, that William is courting you?”

“He seems in earnest, still, does he not?” Elizabeth sighed, leaning back to look at the ceiling. “As I told him, about the time you and your Bingley were discussing possibilities, that he is one of the only reasons I know which way is up. I find his presence ... soothing.”

Jane was watching her intently, and tilted her head at the last. “He has quite the presence, does he not? Not like Bingley’s, which is gay and chipper, and warms my heart. But more like the old oak overlooking Longbourn, the one you walk to so often. Deep and steady.”

Elizabeth smiled, with a touch of wistfulness. “Aye. I had much the same thought, after this past fortnight. I cannot decide if I am more regretful for not having taken the time to actually get to know him while he stayed at Netherfield or not. If I had, I may have simply moped about until we met again at Rosings, much like you did.”

“Lizzy!” protested Jane, laughing.

Elizabeth grinned and gestured at the door. “Shall we explore the home our family has been staying in?”

Jane sniffed. “You mean, you want to view your future home.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes at her sister, and refrained from further comment. That was certainly preferable to admitting that Jane was not entirely wrong.

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Thirty-Three

Miss McGonagall impressed Elizabeth with her quiet composure and intelligence. She was about five and twenty, nearly six years older than Elizabeth herself, with a barely discernible Scottish accent. Their introduction was brief, but as Elizabeth and Jane were to stay to dine again this evening, it mattered little.

Miss McGonagall had relocated to William’s home with the Bennets the day before. From Elizabeth’s observations, and those relayed by William, she promptly set about establishing a rapport with the three Bennets she was hired to assist and guide. She even seemed to interact with Mrs. Bennet quite well.

Mary, rarely effusive, currently sat beside Miss McGonagall, speaking with surprising animation about her current reading, a book, Elizabeth gathered, the other lady had recommended yesterday afternoon, and lent to her. Lydia sat nearby, for once listening attentively rather than vying for attention. Kitty sat with Georgiana and Mrs. Annesley, discussing something that Elizabeth could not discern. William had already acquainted Elizabeth with the news that the two girls had promised to correspond at length, and that Mary also intended to correspond with his sister, ostensibly on the topic of music.

The Gardiners arrived, including the children, as they were unlikely to see their cousins again until Christmas. Lydia, surprisingly, spent most of the evening assisting in entertaining the younger ones. The dinner proceeded with less rambunctiousness than a dinner at Longbourn would have, perhaps, but it remained lively enough. The remainder of the evening passed quickly and easily. Elizabeth procured half an hour of Miss McGonagall's conversation herself, and found her initial assessment so far sound. She quite liked her, even, and requested they continue the conversation by letter. She also promised to answer any questions about Longbourn and Meryton which Miss McGonagall may have.

Still, a pleasant evening must eventually end, and when the Gardiners prepared to depart, Jane and Elizabeth regretfully did as well. The girls took several minutes to bid their family a safe trip home and pressed for a letter informing them of such as soon as possible. Lydia surprised them with a tearful group hug.

"You will promise to write to me yourself?" Lydia whispered to Elizabeth.

"I promise, if you promise to respond."

"I will. Even if I must have Miss McGonagall set it as a lesson for me," Lydia tremulously smiled.

Elizabeth smiled back. "Then you have my assurances."

"And you, Jane?" Lydia asked.

"Of course," Jane assured her. "And I will count on you for all the gossip of home!"

“Then I shall want for little to write,” Lydia replied. “Even if it is only repeating Sir William’s exclamations at the assembly.”

Later, ensconced in her room adjoining Lady Catherine’s, Elizabeth felt she ought attend to correspondence of her own. Sleep eluded her.

My dear Charlotte,

I have been amiss in keeping you updated on the situation here, and I am unsure how much information has been passed on to Mr. Collins by my mother de Bourgh.

Jane has accepted a courtship from Mr. Bingley, although it is nearly a foregone conclusion that it will progress to an engagement readily. For now, his task is to reassure her of his resolve, both in his pursuit of her hand and in most tasks. He has performed miracles in bringing Miss Bingley around. I am unclear on the particulars, as William will not relay the exact situation he observed, nor what Bingley told him. Regardless, a decrease in animosity from Miss Bingley is a relief. Miss Bingley proves to be an entertaining, thoughtful companion when she desires to be so. She has made amends to myself, Jane, and my Aunt Gardiner. She appears to be in earnest and I am more comfortable with the thought of Jane gaining such a sister.

Elizabeth paused the letter here to consider her next words. The candlelight flickered softly, as she worried at the end of her pen.

You will be pleasantly surprised to hear that my aunt, Lady Fitzwilliam, assisted my father in the selection of a governess-cum-companion for my younger sisters and mother Bennet. Miss McGonagall will do well, I believe, even among the rowdier environs of Longbourn. It seems that one of the draws for the position is that Father will provide her ready access to furthering her own education, including contacts with his former colleagues. I find I quite like the lady, myself. She is only a few years older than our Jane. I found my conversation with her to be quite stimulating, and we have agreed to continue by letter.

Regarding the missing time which resulted in our abrupt removal from Rosings to London: A gentle tease from Miss Bingley at dinner this past week resulted in my Aunt Gardiner’s recollection of an individual who may hold some knowledge of my whereabouts for that time. However, given his livelihood, it will still be some months before contact can be made and any potential information be shared.

But for the more shocking news, which I must beg you keep close, even from Mr. Collins until Lady Catherine shares it – or does not – with him herself ...

Elizabeth faltered here. Her knowledge and suspicions were still far too fresh a memory to not hold a strong power over her moods. She took a steadying breath, and committed the broad outlines of their arrival in London, and Wickham’s reveal about the night she went missing from Rosings, to the paper. His relationship to the Darcy siblings, she kept quiet, although she noted that –

Certain misunderstandings, caused by the tricks and stratagems of unscrupulous individuals, are resolved, and Wickham has been cleared of malicious intent towards Miss Darcy. Wickham is no longer considered persona non grata with the extended family, but he has been strongly cautioned to bring his behaviour back into line with expectations. His protestations on the topic are that he has been all bluster and no substance, which for any other situation, could not be seen in a positive light. Whether he retains his temporary grace on a more permanent basis remains to be seen. Both William and Richard appear to be disconcerted and cautiously hopeful about regaining their childhood friend.

I have been grateful for the presence of Jane, and when possible, my father or William. I am adjusting, I believe, to the idea of my birth rights being quite different than my previous understanding. My mothers have come to what appears to be an affable arrangement, and they spent some time sharing stories of my childhood with each other. I vacated the immediate vicinity, and have little knowledge of what was shared.

It has been determined that I will be presented to society at large at a ball hosted by the Earl of Matlock, one the Matlocks host yearly. A presentation at court seems unlikely at this juncture, as Anne is disinclined to such measures. Knowing me as you do, you can well understand my relief.

Still, preparing for the ball has been trial enough, although my elder cousin’s wife, the Viscountess, has been quite helpful in regards to the shopping. I am still “Miss Bennet” in general, although the staff at both Matlock House and Darcy House have been calling me by the entire mouthful. Were I inclined to take on airs of importance, surely being one of the hyphenated individuals would be a step in the correct direction.

I can hear you laugh from here, my dear friend.

Enough about us in London. I was supposed to be visiting with you, and I have absconded with most of your entertainment! How do Maria and her kitten get on? What does Mr. Collins talk about, with Anne and Mère not being there to drive past or visit?

Did Sir William return to Meryton as planned? I know the original plan for Maria’s return included a stay overnight at the Gardiners’; I see no reason to change that. She would be more comfortable there, I believe, than staying at the Matlocks’. I am often overwhelmed. It is a very fine house, indeed, although much more in the style one may expect from William than Rosings.

Elizabeth paused, and decided to that to write more would be to court rambling. She signed off, enjoining Charlotte to write back as soon as was reasonable. She set the letter aside to be mailed in the morning, and retired.

The whirlwind of visits which accompanied the Bennets' short foray into London settled down, and Elizabeth and Jane found something like a routine among the Fitzwilliam household. Darcy and Bingley called at the Matlocks', usually with Georgiana. Even with Georgiana as an excuse, however, neither Darcy was able linger for prolonged periods. William had business to attend to, and Georgiana lessons. Elizabeth felt the loss of hi-- their company keenly, but dedicated her attentions to learning more about her sister Anne, mother, and extended family. Bingley stayed as long as he dared, of course, and Jane's courtship proceeded quietly and calmly under the watchful eyes of Elizabeth's family.

But not even the pleasure of seeing her dear Jane courted, and the growing comfort with her own family could keep Elizabeth from being restless. A dreary rain kept her trapped inside for more hours at a time than she liked. Her maid was kind enough to lead her to the small garden on premises, so that she could walk in the brief moments between showers.

She found some employment there, striking up a friendly rapport with one of the kitchen girls who had a good eye for selecting cuttings. Elizabeth assisted in gathering flowers, and they traded wisdom on the drying of herbs and flowers, as well as arranging displays.

She also found entertainment and solace in the library, seeking out her uncle's opinion when she finished another. He currently had her reviewing the Fitzwilliams’ private history, and discussed at least some of what he was doing in Parliament. He frequently provided background necessary for her social forays, taken in the company of Lady Fitzwilliam and Anne. Mère had little interest in attending others any more than necessary, but did urge her girls to mingle on her behalf.

Preparation for the ball filled the background, looming ever closer, for such events took time to arrange and plan, even one as customary in timing as this. Lady Fitzwilliam relished pulling in both Anne and Elizabeth – and sometimes Jane, as well – for their comments and input on the task. Lady Catherine, naturally, had many opinions, but both de Bourghs noticed the practice with which Lady Fitzwilliam listened-but-did-not-attend her sister in law’s preferences. Elizabeth felt some chagrin at how easily she picked up the trick for placating her mother – evidently, a childhood with Mrs. Bennet had served her well in that regard.

Lady Fitzwilliam discovered Elizabeth’s handiwork with the flower arrangements, one afternoon, after complimenting the head housekeeper on the improvements. “Nay, milady. ‘Tis Miss Elizabeth’s work. She’s been helping Maddy, insisted on it. She said it was a favoured task at home, and it helped chase away the grey clouds above.”

Lady Fitzwilliam promptly assigned Elizabeth the task of arrangements for the ball. She provided the list of local florists for providing more than their own garden could, the colours, and a budget. She did hint at a few preferred locations, but otherwise insisted it was up to Elizabeth’s preferences. The necessary activities related to that endeavour assisted in filling up the few days when even Bingley had too many business and social engagements to spend at Jane's side.

Elizabeth found herself writing many a letter, both of business and social natures. She thought back to a night at Netherfield, while Miss Bingley complimented William's hand, and felt something akin to pity for him. Still, she promised Lydia to correspond with her directly, along with several others. She ensured to keep that promise as best she could. Correspondence with Charlotte remained the most personally serious.
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Dearest Lizzy,

My father did indeed return to Meryton as planned. My sister’s visit has been perhaps quieter than expected originally, but she and I have spent many hours in quiet entertainment. She has taken caring for the kitten quite well, and they have become fast friends.

I lack only your company for contentment, but given the circumstances, I will relish your letters instead.

Lady Catherine has sent little information to Mr. Collins; I have relayed what seemed pertinent to his needs. I said naught of Mr. Bingley, however, for fear of jinxing Jane’s chances again. I will contain my effusions until then.

Mr. Wickham is now acknowledged again? I am indeed glad that there has been reconciliation. I hope you will be able to share more details at a later time.

Thank you for your offer to maintain the plans as before. If it would not be too much trouble, perhaps I may also journey into London at that time, to return by myself, or with Lady Catherine? I would enjoy seeing the Gardiners myself, and to spend a little time with you and Jane while you remain relatively near.

Now, with all the niceties aside...

Do I detect even more of a softening of your previous dislike of Mr. Darcy? Does the gentleman maintain his pursuit? And are you, perhaps, inclined to hear his overtures? Tell me!

With all my love,

Charlotte

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London

My dear Charlotte,

Lady Catherine and company readily agree to your proposed adjustment to the plans. Exactly with whom and when you will return to Hunsford Parsonage is still under debate, but my mother will send Mr. Collins a note herself about it, along with the invitation from the Gardiners for a short stay. She believes conveying it in such a manner will encourage Mr. Collins’ agreement to the scheme.

Knowing how I left Rosings that night certainly decreases the concerns which prompted our expedited removal to London, and thus some of the stress involved. William, however, appears to be acutely aware of my distress regarding it all, and continues to tread lightly. The outstanding questions may change some of the concerns, but for now, security is being maintained without it being unbearable. I have taken to walking in the parks nearby, but I am never without company in some form, even if only a circumspect servant. Accordingly, I am looking forward to your company, although I warn you that Lord Matlock will undoubtedly insist on continuing the extra company.

As for your other query...

I have promised Jane I will be cautious, and not risk myself unduly. That being said, I do find comfort in William’s company, and I begin to believe that it is not solely due to the fact that he is a “known face” from what I can only describe as my “old life.” I do wish I had been less hasty to find reasons to dislike him in Herefordshire.

My sisters have been helpful in allowing us quiet moments to discuss weighty matters, and, before he returned to Longbourn, my father appeared to be forwarding William's interests by recommending favourite readings to the other. My father, William, and I enjoyed several discussions regarding those selections.

I expect, once we have an answer to my Aunt Gardiner’s question, William will increase his attentions.

But he is not my declared suitor – at least, not in the formal manner. He has indicated his desire to be so, in the future, and certainly seems to be courting my attention. He teases, at times, and at other times is quite serious. I am finding his character just as complex as I ever expected. At least in that aspect of my judgement, I did not err.

His occasional forwardness has resulted in our cousins and elders taking great delight in teasing us both. Although now that I think on it, I believe he must have taken one or another to task, as the teasing has decreased. I am grateful for the reprieve. You know how much I enjoy discussions of lace and frivolities.

But anything of such a nature remains in the future, and I am no soothsayer to look ahead and know the path for sure. For now, I look forward to attending my sister as she works through her courtship to Mr. Bingley. I do not wish her to rush needlessly, but she is already much happier than she has been in months.

Yours,

Elizabeth

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Hunsford

My dear, dear friend,

How sly an attempt to distract me! Do not think I did not catch it.

But for now, I will humour you.

Is Mr. Bingley as inattentive to society as he was prior to leaving Netherfield last fall? Have they progressed much past their shared preference for Vingt-un over Commerce? Has Lady Catherine insisted on you and Mr. Darcy assisting her in forming quadrille tables?

Has Miss de Bourgh found any admirers? As the heiress of Rosings and likely sister to the master of Pemberley, I would think her prospects ought not be ignored. Perhaps a different cousin would suit your mother's schemes for her. The Colonel is certainly genteel and gracious enough.

Elizabeth thought about Anne's confession about George and Richard. From a fortune's point of view, either would benefit greatly from Anne's inheritance. Anne, however, displayed no true favouritism for either. Elizabeth hoped that Anne would be well regarded at the ball, at the very least. She would encourage Anne to join them for the next trip to Mrs. Smithson's modiste, and insist she needed a new gown as well. She was dismayed to realize she had failed to think of that previously, not that Anne seemed inclined to lace and frivolities any more than she. She resolved to bring it up with their mother.


But perhaps, if her health continues to improve, her natural beauty will allow her to catch her own prospects. I have always thought she needed just a bit of joy to make her handsome.

Have you had an opportunity to take part in any of the pre-Season activities? I know how much you enjoy the parks and gardens. Please, do tell.

Yours truly,

Charlotte

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"Some prices are just too high, no matter how much you may want the prize. The one thing you can't trade for your heart's desire is your heart." -- Miles Vorkosigan, "Memory", Lois McMaster Bujold