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The snow was falling thick on the grounds of Heton Park, as Elizabeth Bingley stared anxiously out the window, waiting for two riders to appear.
"Oh I do hope they arrive soon," she said, turning to face the other four occupants of the drawing room, "I don't like the thought of them riding through that heavy snow."
"Try not to worry," soothed her mother Jane laying a calming hand on her arm, "Rupert is one of the best riders in England, as is George, and they are both sensible enough to stop and stay in an Inn until this dreadful weather passes."
"I know my brother Rupert well enough to know that he wouldn't risk injuring Count in the snow. He has only finished nursing that horse back to health, and wants to enter him at the Queens Race next month," added Anna Darcy, her cousin, "Besides if they left this morning they will be here shortly. Calm down Beth, you will wear a hole through the carpet!"
Her cousin smiled reluctantly and stopped her frantic pacing. "It's just that I haven't seen George for three weeks. I miss him."
"He wrote to you every second day," teased Anna, "And not simply a couple of lines either. You could publish a book, judging by the thickness of his letters!"
"I suppose Will hasn't even send you a card the whole time he's been in France," countered Elizabeth's sister Isabel not looking up from the handkerchief she was embroidering.
"Well that is a different subject completely!" replied Anna hotly, "William and I aren't engaged, or even attached for that matter."
"Not yet anyway," her mother Elizabeth Darcy said quietly, "But you do know what they say about weddings dear.... One inspires another."
"What relationship William Bingley and I have is our own business, not that we have one at all! The only wedding you should concern yourself is George and Elizabeth's. Pick a match for Rupert if you are anxious for another celebration mama!" exclaimed Anna hotly.
"I would rather you leave that joy up to the groom himself," came a deep voice from the doorway.
"Rupert!" exclaimed all five women and rushed to embrace him, confronting him with a barrage of questions.
"When did you arrive?"
"How was your journey? Are you tired?"
"How is Grandpa Bennet? Have you seen your father yet? Did you enjoy Hertfordshire?"
"Come in and warm yourself by the fire," was the last comment given by his mother, pulling up a chair for him in front of the flames.
Rupert laughed and held up his hands in protest, "Ladies, ladies, ladies! I know you are naturally delighted by my presence, as are all women everywhere, but please restrain yourself. I have only just dismounted my horse and haven't even had a chance to comb my hair, let alone organize my thoughts!" The women fussed around him pouring him tea, fixing his cushions and poking the fire. Only Beth remained somewhat aloof with her eyes remaining fixed on the door. Rupert noticed her concerned face and smiled at his gentle cousin.
"George was intercepted by father on his way in Beth, he will be here in a minute," he told her.
"Excuse me," Beth could bear it no longer and rushed out the door in the direction of her father's study. She caught sight of her fiancé coming up the staircase and ran down to greet him, throwing her into his arms.
"Beth, darling," whispered George as he pulled her closer, "I missed you so much while I was away." She buried her face in his chest relishing the scent of him and the sensation of his strong arms around her.
"I missed you too and thought you would never come," she replied faintly, "I waited by the window all day and then when it began to snow I wanted to cry."
"I'm terribly sorry, the journey took longer than expected because I was delayed by the steward at Pemberley this morning. I promise I won't leave your side again until the wedding."
"It doesn't matter. Nothing matters now only that you are here." The two lovers remained entwined and probably would have stayed so for a while further had it not been for an audible "Ahem!" behind them. They separated blushing furiously and turned to face their fathers.
"I cannot believe that my civilised, well brought up daughter would lose sense of decorum completely and run down the stairs like an impatient child," said Bingley laughing at his embarrassed daughter.
"Nor see my dignified son of eight and twenty engage in such a passionate embrace where anyone could see them," added Darcy, "It is something I'd expect Rupert to do!" George flushed but determined to defend himself answered, "Excuse us sirs, but Beth and I have not seen each other for three weeks. I only wanted to ascertain for my own piece of mind that she is real and not a figment of my imagination." He looked down at her lovingly, basking in her gaze. Bingley and Darcy sighed and walked on ahead of the two, reminded of the time of their own happy engagements. George and Beth followed on in the direction of the drawing room where laughter could be heard as Rupert entertained his relations with his descriptions of Grandmother Bennet's attempts to find a suitable wife for him.
"She even made me accompany her to the milliners just in case the perfect wife was purchasing a bonnet at that time. Thanks to Grandmamma, I now know the difference between a turban, capote and bonnet not to mention the importance of trimming with ribbons!"
"Oh Rupert!" laughed his mother, "I am sure mama only has your best intentions at heart. You know you are her favourite grandson."
"Mama even Aunt Jane would have doubted her intentions had you seen some of the unfortunate specimens I was forced to take tea with. How happy I am to be back in the company of my beautiful cousins." He yawned and stretched out his arms with all his usual elegance, "Ah here are our two lovers reunited. Beth, I haven't seen George smile since the last time we were here."
"Rupert," chided his brother with pretend severity.
"Forgive me, I meant that George was his usual congenial self all the time and didn't appear to miss you one bit. In fact he seemed so unaffected by your absence that I believe you should abandon all thoughts of marriage to him and elope with me, since it is obvious that he is an undeserving brute!" Rupert finished with an eloquent kiss on Beth's hand.
It was impossible not to smile at Rupert's gallantry; in fact it was impossible not to smile at Rupert alone, thought Isabel. The handkerchief had now developed into an unidentifiable object with loops and R's all over the place. Her normally serene face crossed into a frown as she tried to repair the absent minded damage.
"Ah my fair cousin Isabel, how have you fared in the face of my absence? Have the usual quota of gentlemen callers appeared on my uncle Charles' doorstep every day?" Rupert asked sitting down beside her. She blushed and replied archly, "Well naturally I have been devastated since your departure cousin, but then I came to the astounding conclusion that life must and can go on without Rupert Darcy. It was simply a matter of finding something to occupy myself with. Therefore you will be pleased to note that the quota has in fact doubled and I have added several distinguished gentlemen to the list."
"I hope you informed them of our existing engagement?" he asked dolefully, "After all a promise made at six is still legally binding, as I should know."
George in escaping the women's talk of dresses and fashion came to join the pair and heard the last comment.
"Brother it is a wonder you know anything about the law or any subject that you claim to study, since you spend so much time amusing yourself outside university. Edward Lucas told me you have only attended half the classes this year," he remarked, with a glare of disapproval. Rupert flushed and shot his brother a warning look, but it was too late and his father had already heard his eldest son's censure.
"Is this true Rupert? Are you neglecting your studies?"
Rupert was discomfited by the intensity of his father's gaze and transported back to the time when he was seven years of age and faced his father in his study for the crime of throwing Anna's doll in the pond. He tried to smile and replied, "Papa, you know that I am not strictly suited to studying books. I have missed some of my classes yes, but that was only after Count suffered a dreadful bout of colic. But I will return in January and make it up. After all I came first in my year last June."
"Indeed," said Mr. Darcy thoughtfully, "Well this is not the place for lectures. But do not become careless Rupert. To be a successful man of property you will require a thorough understanding of the law, which will only come about after intensive study. A gentleman commands respect with his position, but only truly earns it with proper education. You will be finished next June and at twenty two there is time for amusements then."
There was a silence between the four until Isabel remarked, "Anyway our agreement cannot be valid as it was made after you blackmailed me. You threatened to put a frog in my bed unless I agreed to marry you. Saying yes was my only salvation."
His father was amused, "Perhaps I should have employed the same technique when proposing to your mother. The whole thing might have come about a lot quicker."
"Perhaps uncle," replied Isabel, "But I don't think it would have been very romantic." The two shared a rueful smiled and glanced to where Elizabeth sat conversing with Jane.
"So who are the distinguished callers you mentioned Isabel? Since Will has absconded to the Continent I believe I must assume the role of over protective brother." Rupert looked at his youngest cousin with an experienced eye. Isabel was beautiful, by far and away the most gorgeous of all his cousins, but at times she could be too trusting and gentle and he worried lest she would fall prey to a fortune hunter. He was by no means stupid and had long ago realised the true motivation of his uncle Wickham's marriage to Lydia and was determined that no such occasion should occur within the boundaries of the family he adored.
"Well... Mr. Brown and Mr. Thomas have called, and Lord Ashmund."
"Do not forget Miss Grantly's brother Isabel, he was the one who brought the roses," called Anna across the room with a smirk.
"I believe that they were more for your benefit than mine Anna," Isabel murmured, "He was quite desolate when you kept talking about Will."
"I did not!" protested Anna hotly.
"Oh don't tell me that is still not decided," drawled Rupert, "Maybe he will finally propose when he comes home tomorrow."
"Rupert!" admonished his mother, "Don't tease your sister. Her romantic affairs are her own business, as she has already informed me." Rupert gave his sister a knowing look, which she returned with a scowl. He then stuck his tongue out and Anna giggled at his childish gesture.
"So which relations are we to have the pleasure of tomorrow, mama?" asked Isabel abandoning her embroidery altogether.
Jane's brow furrowed as she thought through the calculations, "Well mama and papa are due to arrive on the morn, and they are bringing Mary and Reverend Green with them. Then Will and his college friends are coming in the afternoon, and Thursday brings Caroline, Louisa and Mr. Hurst and ...Walter and Lucy." She hesitated on the last two names as she shared the family disapproval of them. However decency and family ties demanded that an invitation be issued to Lydia, Wickham and their children, and thankfully only her eldest son and daughter were to arrive. "Colonel Fitzwilliam, Kitty and little Maria are staying with his parents who are travelling down on Thursday evening for dinner, as is Uncle Edward and his family," she continued, "Then they leave on Saturday after the ball."
"Jane, you will have quite a full house. Are you certain Fitzwilliam and I cannot share some of the burden? We would gladly have mama and papa stay at Pemberley or Uncle and Aunt Gardiner," offered Elizabeth, nudging her husband who nodded in agreement. Charles shook his head, "No it is too much to ask. After all it is Beth's wedding day, and only proper the entire family stay here. There will be great sport and amusement this week and the large number of guests can only add to it."
"On your head be it Bingley," laughed Darcy, "But when you seek solitude or escape from the barrage of visitors, allow me to say, "I told you so"."
"I do not wish to be such a bother mama, perhaps the number of guests for the wedding is too large," Beth remarked thoughtfully, a troubled look in her normally serene eyes.
"Nonsense," cried her mother and father in unison.
George stroked his fiancé's arm tenderly. "Your parents, like mine, are accustomed to holding large parties dear. It is our day and I wish to have as many people share our happiness as possible, especially as I will be the most envied man in England," he said the last sentence quietly for her ears only as he was not used to making personal avowals in public.
Beth looked up into his eyes and pressed his hand gratefully. "I love you," she whispered, "You always soothe me and take proper care of me."
"And I will forever remain to do so," he replied returning her ardent look.
Meanwhile Jane, Charles, Elizabeth and Darcy decided to retire for the night and Rupert had been regaling Isabel and Anna with details of his exploits in London.
"... so I told Miss Evans to remove her hands and to kindly refrain from behaving from such an unladylike manner. She promptly returned to her mama and declared me the most boring and dull man at the Assembly."
"Oh Rupert! You cannot be in earnest: Miss Alice Evans is such a quiet good sort of girl. I am certain she would never behave so artfully," his sister protested.
"Anna dear, if you had seen where her hands were inching I do believe you would hold the opposite opinion. It appears I am doomed to be irresistible to women, even if I am only a younger son." He finished with a melodramatic sigh.
"Cheer up brother. I am sure the attraction only exists because I am taken," commented George with a touch of good humour, "After all there can be no substitute."
"George, you neither possess my wit, my good looks, my charm nor my tremendous modesty to be as irresistible as I." Rupert shot his elder brother a winning grin. His brother merely mumbled something unintelligible under his breath and returned his full attention to Beth.
"Was the Duke of Durnwall present in town for the festivities?" asked Anna continuing the conversation. A pretty lively girl, she enjoyed herself best when in society in London, and her charming social graces and witty conversation ensured she was always in demand.
"If Will heard you asking after the Duke he would be deeply wounded Anna!" chided Rupert, "But as you asked, I will answer. Yes Edmund was in town, no he did not seem to have formed an attachment with any young lady and yes he is still as wonderfully handsome as ever. I even heard some foolish girl say that the mere sight of his distinguished profile made her feel faint."
"You naturally would not have called her foolish had she said the same for you cousin," said Isabel archly.
"Naturally Isabel. Had she said the same for me I would pronounce her the most sensible girl in the country." He laughed heartily and the rest of his relations could not help but join in. That was part of his charm; Rupert may have been an incredibly handsome young man with a deep rooted pride of position, intelligence and extreme confidence, but he always possessed the ability not to take himself too seriously and illicit a smile from the most sober and serious of company with his easy smile and laugh. Even his late aunt Lady Catherine de Bourgh had been known to dote on him. He was exceptionally popular with both men and women alike, and possessed the knack of making friends wherever he went. Many a lady's heart had he stolen, but never intentionally or broken cruelly. Rupert removed himself from attachments engagingly with the lady more inclined to like him than before. Much of his charm stemmed from the fact that he actually liked people, was amused by quirks and entertained by their follies and merits alike, a virtue passed down from his grandpa Bennet. With his keen mind and irresistible nature he had the makings of an excellent barrister, a profession he would have pursued, yet the future inheritance of Rosings Park upon the death of cousin Lady Anne de Bourgh had made this unnecessary. His passionate and exuberant nature was inclined to lead him into trouble at times, and the self-knowledge of his good looks and easy nature tempered his personality with a touch of arrogance and fearlessness, both qualities making him an exceedingly superior horseman, which was his first love.
The Duke of Durnwall was the country's most sought after and eligible bachelor possessing a huge thriving estate in Cornwall, as well as a spectacular London town house in the most fashionable area of town and considerable property in Bath, Derbyshire and Scotland. Rupert and he had entertained a rivalry with both men matching each other in age and handsomeness. The Duke (or Edmund to his friends) had by birth a higher social position and wealth, but Rupert matched this with his widespread popularity and promotion in society. Both gentlemen were keen horsemen and highly educated, yet circumstances had prevented the men from enjoying a truly intimate companionship as the Duke had a more serious and political circle of acquaintances. This not did not stem the avid curiosity that Rupert possessed about his friend, and if the truth were told the Duke was just as interested in the younger Darcy, especially after having espied the beautiful Isabel Bingley in his friend's frequent company. However the two men were well acquainted with each other and on easy terms, their breeding and manners preventing the competition from coming in the way of friendship.
"We met in my club and he offered his congratulations of your forthcoming nuptials George and Beth, as well as inquiring after the health of my family, particularly cousin Isabel."
Anna shrugged as she was used to being passed over for her cousin, nevertheless it irked her a little that it was constantly occurring. But it was impossible to be jealous of Isabel for long because her cousin was so gentle and modest about her own stunning looks. Yet on more occasions than one Anna found herself wishing for the tumbling golden blonde curls, huge trusting blue eyes and pouting rosebud mouth her best friend possessed, instead of her own pretty looks. However Anna drew a tiny satisfaction from knowing that although she may not be as beautiful as her cousin, she was as entertaining and pleasant and comforted herself she was the better horsewoman, Isabel's timidity preventing her from sound confidence on the animal.
"There is another conquest for your list Isabel," Rupert continued and assumed the shrill falsetto of his grandmamma Bennet, "And Edmund is such a catch my dear, dear child. Think of the jewels and finery! Oh my poor nerves!"
The accurate imitation provoked a smile from Isabel but she disregarded Rupert's comments with a shake of her head. "The Duke can have no serious interest in me, Rupert. Your friend is so distinguished and eminent a gentlemen that I possess no attraction."
"Your beautiful face is recommendation enough, and your nature and personality only adds to it further," replied he tenderly. "I would not allow you to marry anyone less worthy."
"How quickly you move from a simple inquiry of my health to marriage cousin," spluttered Isabel, flustered from Rupert's compliments.
"Ah but I can recognise when a man is in love, and although he does not profess it readily, you have captured his attention Isabel."
"I am quite sure you are mistaken sir. Come let us have no more talk of the matter or the Duke, a gentleman I barely know. I am sure it was only politeness on his part, after all he would not ask after Beth as she is engaged and very nearly a married woman. It would be imprudent."
"If you insist," smiled Rupert, and added as an afterthought, "But you can decide for yourself the degree of affections when he comes to the Wedding Ball on Friday night."
"What?" asked Isabel in confusion, "I was not aware he was invited." Beth and George bore similar expressions of pleasant surprise, and Anna looked elated at the news.
"I took the liberty of inviting him after hearing he is to travel to Derbyshire this week. After all, he is acquainted with our families and Heton Park is close to his intended route. My aunt and uncle cannot fail to be delighted with the honour of such an illustrious guest, and I know Anna and you shall be charmed with his handsome presence.
"I am not attracted to the Duke in the slightest," objected Anna, "There are other men in this country."
"Well we all know where your affections lie Anna," commented George, who shared Rupert's childish satisfaction in teasing his sister. "I am sure you will be too distracted by Will's presence to even notice anyone else."
Anna blushed furiously. It was common knowledge that the only Bingley son and Darcy daughter were attached to each other; only obstinacy and shyness prevented both sides from acknowledging it. Anna also had an impudent desire to escape the predictability of another Darcy-Bingley match. George and Beth had courted from the very occasion of her coming out ball, and become engaged within six months much to the delight of both sets of parents. Their engagement had been of such a lengthy duration solely because of George's innate desire to establish himself as a gentleman other than merely the Darcy's heir, and Beth loved him all the more dearly for it. Now after lengthy consultations with his father, George was prepared to become involved in the day to day running of the Pemberley estate as well as the other property and financial interests the Darcy family possessed. The two young people were ideally suited with George's protective and sometimes serious nature complimented by Beth's gentleness and sunny disposition. It had been the long held expectations of their relations and Derbyshire society that they would married and now this had been met, the speculation now surrounded Will and Anna.
"I consider Will a cousin and a friend. It is improper to speak of any attachment between us as none exists." Her declaration was met with looks of disbelief and incredulousness from the other four. Even Isabel who normally defended Anna at all costs abandoned her saying, "Will is mad about you, and you him. It is frustrating why the pair of you cannot come to a cohesive agreement. One can only hope that my brother will come to his senses after experiencing your absence while he wandered the continent."
"We have long come to think of you as a sister Anna, and it is my fondest wish that you become one," added Beth.
Anna felt defenceless in the face of such persuasive arguments. Nonetheless the willful Darcy spirit rose and she beseeched them, "Please, I beg of you, leave Will and I to sort our own affairs alone. Beth you are truly a sister and already will establish yourself as one on Friday when you marry George. It is useless to speculate about Will proposing since he is not present to confirm or deny his feelings, and I am still uncertain about my own."
Rupert squeezed his sister's shoulder supportively, "Of course Anna, forgive us we were only teasing. We wish only happiness for you, and see it occur best in parallel with Will. From now the matter is dropped though it may be resumed tomorrow when Will is present."
"Rupert..." warned Anna.
"Anna, if there is no feelings between you then a little teasing will have no effect. Besides I may have no other choice of conversation with Grandmamma." For this last comment he received a carefully aimed pillow to the head and the five mature young ladies and gentlemen descended into fully-fledged cushion and tickle attack before retiring to bed.
"Fitzwilliam, I don't think Charles understands what he has undertaken this weekend," she murmured as he idly played with her curls, "Thirty or so guests, with activities and amusements to plan as well as the momentous task of the wedding. Dear Jane and Charles are so good and patient."
"I have often maintained that the Bingleys are the most good natured couple I know," he replied, "But we have held balls at Pemberley with hundreds of guests in the past Lizzy, and though it is straining, it is by no means impossible."
"Ah but all our guests left when they were supposed to. I fear that Caroline may stay on or the Wickhams and take advantage of Jane and Charles' generosity," she said with a frown, "I know in the past Lydia has certainly done so."
Darcy stroked her cheek, "Darling, Caroline has established her home in London so she will return once the festivities are over for there will be nothing to keep her here. Similarly, the Wickhams we have not met for six or seven years at your Aunt Phillips' funeral. They will not know anyone here really well, and Kitty has told me that they are not as ill natured as we suppose them to be."
"I find that hard to believe," meditated Elizabeth. "Walter is the image of Wickham and there is a sly streak to Lucy I do not like. I know I am inclined to forming prejudiced opinions, but on this occasion how can they have escaped their parents upbringing?"
He made no answer, as on the topic of the Wickhams, he tended to say little and change the subject. This was no exception.
"George is lucky to have had such a painless and easy courtship. When compared to what we endured, they seem blessed!" She smiled and ruffled his hair fondly.
"Well when one thinks of what Rupert will no doubt go through, perhaps it is best that we have one son married simply and quickly. His looks mean he is already pursued by ladies and their anxious mamas wherever he goes, and he is too charming to ever dispel their hopes."
"He inherits his bewitching manner from you I think," teased Darcy, "And you know he can never cause dismay to an attractive woman."
"That is definitely a trait of yours my dear! Sometimes I do fear for him though Fitzwilliam," she confessed. "Although I think he's wonderful, and adore him nearly as much as you, he can be a little excessive sometimes. You heard George say that he is neglecting his studies because of some horse. I would hate to think that Walter Wickham could lead him astray further."
"My dear I think Rupert has more sense than you give him credit for. He is still young and receiving attention and flattery that he would miss for not being the firstborn. His charm and looks give him what his position in the family do not. Were it not for his good nature Aunt Catherine would never have left him Rosings Park as a legacy. I know he is not as serious as George, but that may be a good thing. George, although a considerate and fine son, reminds me too much of my younger self sometimes and he undertakes too many responsibilities as the Darcy heir. Perhaps I was too rigid in his upbringing and too lenient on Rupert."
"You are a excellent father!" she protested. "I suppose I am simply being over protective. With George marrying, I feel like I should cling to Rupert for another few years at least, as when Will returns he will surely propose to Anna."
There was silence and when her husband did not comment on this Elizabeth looked up and saw he was engrossed in thought.
"You do not approve of the match?" she asked timidly, as she had never supposed him to have any objections to Bingley's son marrying their only daughter.
"It is not that," he sighed, "Only Anna seems so young. She is still only nineteen and I still see her as a girl running around in short dresses and playing with dolls. It is hard for a father to lose his daughter to any man, even if Will is my first choice as her suitor."
"Perhaps I am mistaken. After all it has been six months since they have seen each other. It may have been a childish fancy."
He laughed softly, "It is no good Lizzy, you know as well as I do that it is a serious attachment. Why we even permitted her to receive letters from him, which goes against the rules of propriety even if they are cousins."
"I know but Anna can be so obstinate sometimes, and might convince herself that she needs excitement and romance rather than the predictability of marrying her cousin. And the Will that went to Europe may not be the one who returns."
Darcy nodded thoughtfully, "People change, as I should know. Were it not for you I would still be the proud overbearing Mr. Darcy."
Elizabeth smiled, "And I the prejudiced narrow minded Miss Bennet."
"Well you may have been Mrs. Collins..." he teased.
"Uggh," shuddered Elizabeth, "Could you imagine what life would be like had I married him? Poor Charlotte, having such a man for a husband. I could not stand to be more than two minutes in his company."
"So then I am a fair substitute?" asked Darcy.
"You are no substitute," she replied, "As you never replaced anyone in my true affections. There was and is only you."
Her simple expression of love silenced Darcy from any further flippant remarks and he pulled her closer, thanking his good fortune as he was inclined to do on many occasions for marrying such a desirable and understanding woman.
Down the hall their daughter lay in bed, unable to sleep at the prospect of William Bingley's homecoming tomorrow. He had sent her three letters in the six months he was away, carefully addressed care of Rupert. Her nerves were still brittle from the teasing she had received earlier and Anna prayed that they would not mention such things when Will was present for she would surely be mortified. George and Beth would not, she knew, and Isabel was gentle enough to consider the feelings of her brother and best friend. But Rupert was so unpredictable sometimes that she knew a sarcastic comment might escape him at any time.
Closing her eyes she pictured Will's face. Although not classically handsome, he possessed gentle blue eyes, a pleasing expression and golden hair that was always unkempt despite vigorous brushing on his behalf.
"Anna, you will wait until I return before you grow up further?" had been his parting words to her. The sentiments implied she could hardly grasp at the time, so she had simply nodded, blushed and changed the conversation.
A persistent voice in her head however suggested that his feelings may have changed in six months. After all Europe was renowned for experienced glamorous women, all with an air of sophistication that decidedly lacking in Anna. She supposed she was pretty, and many men had made their interest obvious. Yet she knew from her parents' and Aunt Georgiana's warnings that it was no doubt her fortune they were more attracted to. Also she admitted privately to herself, that she did not like many of them nearly as much as she did Will. Only a few of them took the time to truly get to know her, instead of making empty compliments and extravagant gestures such as sending her dozens of roses and kittens and jewelry, none of which her father permitted her to keep.
She had long ago realised that not all marriages were as happy as her parents, especially after spending a week with Mr. and Mrs. Collins at Hunsford in Kent upon the death of her great Aunt. Could she be happy with Will? Would she be happy with him? Tossing and turning she was still no nearer to an answer when for no reason an image of the Duke of Durnwall entered her mind.
Anna did not fool herself into thinking that he would ever be attracted to her, while there was Isabel to look at. Rupert had made it clear this evening that the Duke had already expressed an interest in her cousin. Sometimes however, in her daydreams, she allowed herself to imagine what it would be like to have such a suitor.
"Anna, my darling," he would say in that deep husky voice of his, by which Will's was much softer in comparison, "Come to Cornwall with me, and be my bride. I can bear it no longer, I must have you for my wife." Then she might swoon, as all the really good heroines did in the novels, and be enveloped in his strong masterful embrace. She knew he was strong for she had danced with him once and felt a frisson of excitement as he held her hand in a powerful grasp. Instantly she looked up to see had he felt it too, to find him looking across the room at Isabel with a mixture of curiosity and warmth in his expression.
Continuing the fantasy, she pictured him on Friday night at the ball saying possessively to all the other young men, "I am sorry, but I have engaged Miss Darcy for all the dances tonight, as I don't wish to dance with anyone else." Then the Duke would waltz her around the floor and never let go, for hours and hours. It was a nice dream she acknowledged with a wry smile, and nearly as pleasant when Will took the Duke's place. It was probably more realistic too, as Isabel in the dress she intended to wear on Friday night, a light blue and silvery silk concoction, would be rendered irresistible. Although her mother had brought her to London, and purchased a gorgeous pink satin gown that made Anna look impossibly grown up and elegant, but did not make her beautiful. Really, she must stop wishing to look like Isabel, Anna thought rationally, and stop daydreaming about the Duke.
She sighed and pulled out Will's last letter from the bureau beside the bed. It was short and affectionate, but still gave no indication of his true feelings and had been written in Austria nearly two months ago.
Salzburg, 18--My Dearest Cousin Anna
I send you greetings from Austria. As you see I am currently residing in Salzburg, one of the most beautiful places in Europe. The snow falls slowly and softly as I write this and somewhere down the street a man plays Mozart on a lacklustre violin. The lilting music and movement of white snowflakes reminds me of one of those debutante balls you adore reading about in your novels, with all the girls twirling gracefully in white. I fear I may be drifting somewhat, so I will contain the literal outpourings.
Salzburg is delightfully quaint and delightfully Austrian. The wooden houses in the countryside are painted with pretty flowers or scenes, giving splashes of colour even in the midst of a bleak November. Around me the majestic mountains tower, imposing severely on the land and establishing their authority. The people of this town I find wonderful; engaging and friendly and taking pity on my petit pous francais. So far I have used Merci, sil vous plait and nothing else very adventurous as the hotel staff's English is very good.
However this may change when we head for Paris next week. I own I look forward to it with great excitement as the quietness of this lovely town whets my appetite for liveliness, dancing and amusement. This past month I have mainly travelled, studied and read books. No doubt this cycle will change when I reach gay Paris on Tuesday.
Rupert tells me that everyone at Pemberley is well. George and Beth are preparing excitedly for their wedding which they have kindly delayed until my homecoming. I trust Isabel and you are still constant companions, suffering my cousin's merciless teasing. Give my love to Uncle Darcy and Aunt Lizzy. I miss you all terribly sometimes and the fun and sport that is no doubt occurring in Derbyshire as the run up to Christmas begins. I hope you think of me from time to time, as you are never far from my thoughts.
Yours &tc
Will
Admittedly there were no heartfelt declarations of love or adoration, and he seemed too eager to be in other people's company and society than she would like but on the whole it seemed hopeful. The nature of the English language made his last comment ambiguous and she did not know if he referred to her singular or plural as part of the family. Since then Anna had heard nothing, and she supposed he was enjoying himself too much in Paris to think of writing to her. Or perhaps he was simply observing the rules of propriety and saving her from Rupert's wit and her father's wrath. She had no way of being certain until he arrived home, and saw she had grown up, but waited for him too.
Greenchurch Row was thronged with people, as was the custom for this particular part of London. Each morning meant tradesmen and workers rushing anxiously to their respective places of employment, calling cheerily to each other in the street while carriages and expresses rolled past on their way in and out of the city. A noisy bustling area, it was where the Wickhams had come to settle and buy a modest house, with the help of Lydia's sisters.
It was on the steps of this establishment that a young man stood, restlessly tapping a clockwatch and eyeing the open front door where three cases of luggage stood. Something in his manner and appearance made him stand out from the crowds that passed by him; elegantly attired in a pale grey traveling suit, he seemed every inch the gentleman. He also received some bold looks from serving girls who walked by, giggling with each other as he tipped his hat courteously to them.
Finally he could endure it no longer and walked back into the house from where he had come.
"Lucy," he shouted up the stairs, "Do hurry or we shall miss the post to Derby!"
A young pretty girl leaned over the railings and grinned down at him, "Don't fret so Walter. I know our uncles are stuffy but I'm sure they won't banish us from Heton Park for merely being an hour or so late. Besides I must pack my best dresses! Mama says that Rupert is still unattached and very rich, and William Bingley is not engaged yet."
Exasperated, Walter could only roll his eyes and grimace at his sister's lack of scruples. This she had inherited from their parents, who seeing their daughter was uncommonly pretty, sought to marry her off favourably and add the income to their own.
"Quite right you are Lucy, my love," called the shrill voice of Lydia who came into the hall and looked her son up and down as a final inspection. "My how handsome you look Walter. You are the image of your father as a young man- all that is lacking is a scarlet coat! Oh how I do wish you would reconsider joining the army. A young man is nothing without regimentals. Nevertheless you are just as attractive as he was, and so like him too at that age."
Walter sighed at her words, considering them no compliment. "Where is dear father?" he asked indifferently, "Did he even bother coming home last night from propping up the tavern and gambling with his cronies?"
His mother's eyes narrowed and the fond look disappeared from her face. "I do wish you would not be so cruel about George, Walter. Lord knows he has done his best by you. He took it very hard when he lost that promotion, very hard indeed and the last thing I need is you playing upon my nerves as well. He will come home when he chooses. This is his house, of which he is master, and you would do well to remember that!" She reached for her handkerchief and dabbed her eyes ceremoniously. Repentant, Walter leaned down and kissed her worn cheek, "I am sorry mama, I will not speak again of it."
Lydia pouted but patted his hand, as he was her favourite son and the sole source of income to the house, besides the odd handout from Lizzy, Jane and Kitty.
Lucy, finally having packed enough dresses and frills to charm any man, wandered down the stairs attired fashionably in a yellow silk gown. Posing in front of the hall mirror she pinned on a pretty bonnet before opening a parasol designed to match the ensemble and paraded in front of her mother and siblings, who had gathered to say goodbye. There were four in all, two boys George and Phillip and two girls Sylvia and Prissie. Prissie, the baby of the family began to wail as she realised the Walter, (her favourite brother) was leaving but was hushed with promises of presents and a quick kiss from Lucy who was careful not to spoil her own dress.
Eventually the luggage was packed onto the hired carriage and the pair left, after entreaties from their mother to enjoy themselves and from their brothers and sisters to bring back toys and sweets. Walter gazed forlornly at his home as the carriage rolled off, and only turned to face Lucy when they had reached the end of the row.
"Why are you so gloomy Walter? We are about to go on holiday, so cheer up for heavens sake!"
He sighed, "I do not like to leave mama alone, Lucy, especially when he is on one of his binges. I left her some money but I fear she will give it to him and then eat nothing for two weeks."
"You are exaggerating," Lucy said airily, examining the lace trim on her parasol, "Dear Papa deserves an occasional drink after the hard time he had in the army. When he finds a new position things will be as they always were and we shall all be happy again."
"He will not work again Lucy, just lounge about idly drinking himself into a stupor and playing cards for ridiculous stakes."
"Walter!" she corrected him sharply, "You are very unkind to father. It is not his fault he has fallen on hard times."
"Is it not?" her brother asked bitterly, "The man is downright lazy and irresponsible. In a few years there may be barely any money to support mama, let alone George, Pip and the girls. You are fortunate to have been blessed with good looks so you may marry well, but Sylvia and Prissie are not so. They will be sent out to work when they are older if our uncles do not help or I cannot get a better position." Lucy rolled her eyes and looked out the window, as she always did when Walter went off on one of his tirades against her father. As his pet, she could find no fault with her papa and was almost as forgiving as her mother against his offenses. Yet she knew that the only way out of a constricting lifestyle would be to find a well off husband, and she was determined to succeed this weekend at the wedding when there would be plenty of eligible gentlemen present.
"You will behave yourself at Heton Park, won't you Lucy?" began Walter almost timidly after a couple of minutes silence, "I mean you won't throw yourself at anyone or act vulgarly to any of our relatives?"
She turned to him, smiling sweetly, "I shall be the essence of a dignified lady. Not even you will find fault with my behaviour Walter."
"Good. I do not mean to lecture you Lucy but sometimes you can be a little...."
"Have no worries brother dearest," she reiterated, "I will behave impeccably."
"That is what I am afraid of," he mumbled, "And do not flirt with our cousins too much - the relationship between uncle Darcy and father is already awkward and strained, don't injure it further." Lucy frowned and cuttingly replied, "Oh do shut up Walter. Besides I detest Uncle Darcy, especially after the cruel way he treated papa. I should think it jolly funny if I were to marry Rupert and live at Pemberley. He'd hate it! A Wickham married into the Darcy family - how papa would laugh!"
"Lucy!" cried Walter grabbing her hands, "You must not do anything silly like that after all the support the Darcy's have given mama. Stay away from Rupert and aim for some other unrelated young man if you must, because you may do irreparable damage."
"I may aim for William Bingley," she drawled, "Even if he isn't half as handsome, he is still rich - would that suit you brother?" He groaned and shook his head weakly, "Your attempts there will be in vain. But do as you like Lucy, I despair of you. You will not be content until you have harmed some poor unsuspecting creature."
"Lord what a sourpuss you are! Why did you bother coming at all if all you are prepared to do is lecture and censure me," Lucy exclaimed hotly, "I would have had much more fun without you."
Walter stared out the window, meditating darkly. "I have my own reasons for coming Lucy," he replied at length, "Though they do not bring me any pleasure."