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Prologue

Posted on Wednesday, 6 February 2008

Mr. Bingley had not been of age two years, when he was tempted by an accidental recommendation to look at Netherfield House. He did look at it, and into it for half-an hour-- was pleased with the situation and the principal rooms, satisfied with what the owner said in its praise, and took it immediately.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a true lady must possess the attributes of sincerity, generosity, sympathy, modesty and serenity. Once a single lady is in sufficient possession of these attributes it then becomes her desire to find a single man who possesses a good fortune and is in want of a wife.

Miss Jane Bennet and Miss Elizabeth Bennet was just such lady’s.

Chapter 1 – Netherfield Park is Let at Last

“My dear Jane,” Elizabeth exclaimed as she ungracefully lunged into the middle of Jane’s bed to have their nightly chat, “have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?”

Jane replied that she had not.

“But it is,” returned she; “for I have just overheard mama telling papa.”

Jane nodded, but made no answer.

“Do you not want to know who has taken it?” continued Lizzy in her best imitation of their mother’s voice.

“YOU want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it.” giggled Jane as she attempted to imitate their father.

This was invitation enough. “Well then, Dearest Jane, you must know that mama told papa that Mrs. Long said that Netherfield is taken by a young man of large fortune from the north of England; that he came down on Monday with his two closest friends to see the place, and was so much delighted with it, that he agreed with Mr. Morris immediately; that he is to take possession before Michaelmas, and some of his servants are to be in the house by the end of next week.”

“What are their names?”

“Bingley, Fitzwilliam and Darcy.”

“Are others to be joining them for their stay?” asked Jane

Elizabeth laughed, “Why Jane, that is not the correct question to ask, don’t you mean to ask the same one that papa asked?”

“What did papa ask, dearest Lizzy?”

“Why, are they married or single, of course.”

Jane laughed at Lizzy’s frightfully accurate representation of their mother’s voice as she continued entirely on her own imitating both her mothers and fathers voices.

“Oh! Single, my dear, to be sure! Three single man of independent fortunes; Bingley is said to have four or five thousand a year, Fitzwilliam is a second son to an Earl and a Colonel in the militia and Darcy, why this is the best of all, he is said to have a clear ten thousand a year. What a fine thing for our girls!”

“How so? How can it affect them?”

“My dear, how can you be so tiresome! You must know that I am thinking of them marrying two or three of them.”

“Is that their design in settling here?”

“Design! Nonsense, how can you talk so! But it is very likely that they MAY fall in love with them, they are the most beautiful girls in the entire county I have been told more than once, and therefore you must visit them as soon as they come.”

It was here that Jane interrupted Lizzy since she could bear no more. Her face and sides hurt from smiling and laughing so much at Lizzy’s crazy antics. “Is father actually taking the time to go and visit the Netherfield Gentlemen? He rarely takes the time to visit any newcomers.”

“No Jane, you are correct in your implied meaning behind your question, father will not be visiting them, much to our mother’s vexation, which I am sure we will be hearing about until the night of the Meryton Assembly Ball.”

Chapter 2 – The Meryton Assembly Ball

Mr. Bennet had been among the earliest of those who waited on Mr. Bingley of Netherfield. He had always intended to visit him, though assuring his wife and daughters until the night of the Meryton Assembly that he should not go.

All intelligence that the ladies had learned of the Netherfield gentlemen was gathered from Elizabeth’s close friend Miss Charlotte Lucas’ father. Sir William Lucas informed them that it was Mr. Bingley that had leased Netherfield and he stated that he was delighted with him. He was quite young, he appeared to be wonderfully handsome, extremely agreeable and to crown the whole, he meant to be at the next assembly with his entire party. Nothing could be more delightful! To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love; and very lively hopes of Mr. Bingley's heart were entertained.

The Longbourn ladies were discussing their appearances and whether Mr. Bingley and his friends Colonel Fitzwilliam and Mr. Darcy would approve of them as they rounded the bend into the Town of Meryton the night of the assembly ball. It was now that Mr. Bennet revealed to the ladies that he had visited Mr. Bingley. He did so in the following manner:

“I know each of you has thoughts of entertaining the Netherfield gentlemen this night with your elegant dancing, but dearest daughters I do not think any of you has a chance since not one of you are wearing blue and I am positive I heard Mr. Bingley say that his favorite color was Blue”.

Mrs. Bennet was all in confusion exclaiming, “Of what are you talking of Mr. Bennet, I am sure not one of us understand you”.

“Of Mr. Bingley of course, why just last week as I visited him I am sure he said he loved to dance, especially if the lady was wearing blue”.

The astonishment of the ladies was just what he wished; and the ladies instantly accosted him with barefaced questions, ingenious suppositions, and distant surmises; but he eluded the skill of them all. The only information the Longbourn ladies could determine was that Mr. Bennet only met Mr. Bingley and not the Colonel or Mr. Darcy.

The carriage finally pulled up in front of the Meryton Assembly Hall and the footman opened the door. Mr. Bennet was the first to depart from the carriage. He first stretched his back and legs, chuckled to himself that each of the ladies was wishing they wore blue and cringing as Mrs. Bennet exclaimed to Jane “Why did you not listen to me, I told you to wear your blue dress.” Jane ignored her mother as her father began to hand down his wife and five daughters. They all proceeded inside to enjoy the festivities of the night.

When the Netherfield party arrived all activity stopped and every person in the assembly hall turned to observe the four gentlemen and two ladies that entered the room.

Mr. Bingley was good-looking and gentlemanlike; he had a pleasant countenance, and easy, unaffected manners. Colonel Fitzwilliam was noted to have and easy disposition and pleasant manners. The two had soon made themselves acquainted with all the principal people in the room; they were both lively and unreserved, danced every dance, were angry that the ball planned to close so early, and Mr. Bingley talked of giving one himself at Netherfield. Such amiable qualities must speak for themselves. What a contrast between them and their friend! Mr. Darcy, although tall, extremely handsome, rich and had the appearance of having everything, he rarely danced, avoided being introduced to any other lady, and spent much of the evening in walking about the room, speaking occasionally to one of his own party. These manners did not present him in a favorable light and so his fine, tall person, handsome features, noble mien, large estate and ten thousand a year could not dispel him of being labeled a disagreeable man and unworthy of being compared with his friends. His character was decided. He was the proudest, most disagreeable man in the world, and everybody hoped that he would never come there again.

Elizabeth Bennet took advantage of a pause by the orchestra to compose herself by walking to the refreshment table and partaking of some lemonade to quench her thirst before her next dance partner sought her out. This assembly ball had been particularly wonderful for Lizzy since she had not yet sat out a single set and her dance card was already full for the remainder of the evening, thus fulfilling any young ladies wish of a partner for every dance at the ball.

Mr. Bingley and Colonel Fitzwilliam were standing near Lizzy and she accidentally overheard them talking about the current poor disposition of Mr. Darcy and their resolution to discuss it with him. This interested Lizzy because their discussion made it sound like Mr. Darcy was acting outside of his normal character; this is always interesting to a studier of human character such as she was.

Mr. Darcy had just arrived at the lemonade table at the same time that Mr. Bingley and Colonel Fitzwilliam reached their resolution to talk to him. Colonel Fitzwilliam started in on Darcy saying: “Come, Darcy, I must have you dance. I hate to see you standing about by yourself in this stupid manner. You had much better dance.”

“I certainly shall not. You of all people Fitzwilliam know how I detest it, unless I am particularly acquainted with my partner, plus you both are aware that I am presently in no mood to meet new ladies. Bingley’s sisters are engaged, and there is not another woman in the room whom I know well enough to stand up with without them thinking it was a punishment.”

“I would not be as fastidious as you are,” cried Mr. Bingley, “for a kingdom! Upon my honor, I never met with so many pleasant girls in my life as I have this evening; and there are several of them you see uncommonly pretty. They seem to be easy enough to get to know.”

“You two may consider the women of the Hertfordshire society pretty and pleasant, but you are too easily impressed, there are none here that have yet caught my eye” said Mr. Darcy, looking around the room. It was at this point that he paused as he first caught a glimpse of Miss Elizabeth Bennet. To him it appeared as if she was listening to their conversation. However at the point he looked over she began to walk away and he decided that he must be paranoid and she must have not in fact been listening.

It was not lost upon Colonel Fitzwilliam that Darcy had paused upon the sight of Miss Elizabeth Bennet. He would have to remember this and see if it could be used to his advantage at some future date.

It was now that the orchestra began to be seated to resume their playing and Mr. Darcy told his companions “I assume each of you has already engaged pretty ladies to do you the honor of the next dance, therefore you had better go back to your partners and enjoy their smiles. You are both wasting your time with me.”

Mr. Bingley and Colonel Fitzwilliam shrugged shoulders at each other and followed his advice to find their dance partners as Mr. Darcy walked off to brood in the corner.

Prior to Elizabeth’s partner claiming her for the dance she had a chance to sit and think about what the three gentlemen had said. To Elizabeth it seemed as if Mr. Darcy was not acting in a manner that his friends were used to. She had just started to consider what could be the cause of such a change in one’s character when Colonel Fitzwilliam claimed her for the next set.

Mr. Darcy paced the length of the room during the first dance of the set until he realized that Colonel Fitzwilliam was dancing with the young lady he had seen from the refreshment table. Darcy noted that her eyes seemed to turn and dance as she did and her smile… oh “that” smile… he was resolved that maybe; just maybe, he would dance a set with a lady other than one of his party.

Mr. Darcy waited for the set to end and moved in the same direction that Colonel Fitzwilliam was heading to deposit the lady. Upon reaching them the Colonel had not yet departed and Darcy nodded to him to introduce his latest partner.

”Miss Elizabeth Bennet I would be pleased to introduce you to my cousin and good friend Mr. Darcy.”

Elizabeth curtsied to Mr. Darcy.

“It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance Miss Bennet, would you do me the honor of dancing the next set?” Mr. Darcy asked with slight hesitation. He was never at ease conversing in society, especially with ladies.

“It would be my honor Mr. Darcy…” Mr. Darcy began to release the breath he had been holding in nervousness when he heard her further reply “…but I am already engaged for the next set. I do apologize, perhaps another time.”

Mr. Darcy, taking another breath and holding it said, “No apology is needed, I would be pleased to stand up with you for whichever set you have available this evening.”

Miss Elizabeth colored, as she had to reply, “I must apologize again Mr. Darcy however all of my previous and remaining dance sets have already been claimed for this evening.”

Once Elizabeth finished, an extremely embarrassed Mr. Darcy bowed said “Miss Bennet… Colonel Fitzwilliam,” and began to stalk away, angry at himself for letting his impulses guide his actions and allowing himself to be so embarrassed.

Colonel Fitzwilliam quickly stopped him by placing a hand on his shoulder. He held on to Darcy as he began to address Elizabeth. “Miss Bennet, I have just had the honor and privilege of your dancing pleasure this evening and I believe I am one of the lucky gentlemen to have engaged with you for another set of the night, in fact I believe I have the final set of the night. I by no means want to be released from our dance; however I would also let you know that there can be no finer dance partner than Mr. Darcy and if you would like him as your partner for the final set of the evening I give you leave to accept him. I will not be offended to allow my cousin your dancing pleasure.”

Mistaking Elizabeth’s look for uneasiness at having to choose between the two Mr. Darcy quickly stopped him “Fitzwilliam, you by no means should punish yourself by quitting the dance to allow me one in which I had not the foresight to plan in advance for a partner.”

Elizabeth was enjoying the scene before her but also saw her next dance partner coming to claim her and so thought it prudent to bring the discussion to an end. “Gentlemen, I would indeed be honored to dance with either of you. The Colonel is correct; we have already enjoyed a set this evening and he and I are engaged for the final. As much as I enjoy dancing with him I would also be very pleased to dance with and become acquainted with you Mr. Darcy.” This was said as she looked towards and nodded at Mr. Darcy. Elizabeth’s eyebrows quickly raised in a becoming arch and she stated “I have an idea. I leave it to you gentlemen to surprise me at the last dance. Whoever reaches me first to claim my hand shall be the one I dance with.” Elizabeth flashed a quick smile and curtsied as her next partner claimed her for their dance.

The remainder of the evening passed slowly for Darcy and at last it was nearing time for the final set of the evening. Darcy had watched Elizabeth since she had left the Colonel and himself earlier in the evening. As he watched her he became resolute and determined that the final set with Elizabeth would be his.

Colonel Fitzwilliam had watched Darcy as he watched Elizabeth and was resolute that the final set should be his.

As Darcy watched Elizabeth he delighted in his discovery that at the conclusion of the sets she had her partner lead her either to her sister or her friend Miss Charlotte Lucas. Based on these observations he concluded that upon completion of this set she would place herself next to her friend Charlotte and therefore it was near there that he was determined to station himself and wait.

Elizabeth had noticed Mr. Darcy watching her since their introduction and his offering of a dance and was beginning to hope that it was him who was able to claim her for the final set. As her dance was ending she had two options of where to have her partner escort her. She could be dropped off by her dearest sister Jane who was presently at the refreshment table talking with Miss Bingley or by her good friend Charlotte. Elizabeth had decided she would go to whoever was closest to Mr. Darcy. Upon seeing Mr. Darcy by Charlotte that is where she had her partner deposit her.

Darcy was not disappointed, at the conclusion of the dance arrived Miss Elizabeth and he was easily able to claim her for the final set of the evening before the colonel had even been seen. “Miss Bennet, I come to claim you for the final set of the evening. While the musicians are pausing for a rest would you allow me to escort you for some refreshment?”

“It would be my pleasure Mr. Darcy” she smiled lightly at her friend Charlotte as she departed on Mr. Darcy’s arm.

At the refreshment table Darcy and Elizabeth met the Colonel. “Well Darcy I see you wasted no time in beating me to the prize by claiming Miss Elizabeth for the final set.”

Darcy was not quite sure how to respond but slightly bowed and said “Yes Fitzwilliam, as you see I have claimed Miss Bennet already and encourage you to find another lovely lady to partner with. I thank you for your thoughtfulness in allowing me the pleasure of dancing with Miss Bennet this evening.”

Fitzwilliam grinned, bowed and departed.

Darcy obtained a glass of lemonade for Miss Elizabeth and presented her with it. She thanked him and sipped it silently until the dance began. Darcy had not said a word to her but was content on occasionally looking at her to admire her features. Elizabeth was beginning to be uncomfortable under his scrutiny and was ready for the dance to begin to rid her thoughts of the many questions she was having. What is he looking at me in that stern way for? Is he looking at me only to see fault? Is he regretting asking me to dance? If he is, why did he not just let the Colonel reach me first to claim the dance? Was it because I ceremoniously placed myself so near him at the end of the last set? She longed to ask him and make him as uncomfortable as she was but she held her tongue and waited for the dance to begin.

As the dance set was beginning Darcy put away Elizabeth’s lemonade and then offered her his arm. As he led her Elizabeth was conscious of all the murmuring that the sight of her dancing with Mr. Darcy was causing and hoped that he did not hear it or at a minimum hoped he would not be affected or offended by it.

The dance was pleasant enough for both of them despite the fact that the first of the set was danced in almost complete silence. The second dance of the set had a bit of conversation, although very little. Darcy was able to determine that Elizabeth was the second of five sisters and Elizabeth found out that Darcy had one. Elizabeth soon realized that Darcy felt comfortable talking of his sister and further encouraged him to speak of her. The remainder of the dance was spent with Elizabeth persuading Darcy to expound on the beauty, sereneness and talents of his almost angelic sister. Elizabeth smiled as she recognized the protectiveness that Darcy had for his almost perfect sister.

At the conclusion of the dance Mr. Darcy led Elizabeth to her sister Jane. “Thank you Mr. Darcy, I truly had an enjoyable dance with you and am glad it was you who reached me first. I hope it was pleasant for you as well.”

“Yes Miss Bennet it was.” With that said Mr. Darcy bowed and departed with one last long look at Elizabeth. His hope was granted when she once again graced him with “that” smile.

Chapter 3 – After the Meryton Assembly Ball

Posted on Wednesday, 13 February 2008

The evening altogether passed off pleasantly to the whole family. Mrs. Bennet had seen her eldest two daughters much admired by the Netherfield gentlemen. Mr. Bingley had danced with Jane twice, and his sisters had distinguished her. Jane was as much gratified by this as her mother could be, though in a quieter way. Elizabeth likewise had danced once with Mr. Bingley, once with Colonel Fitzwilliam and once with Mr. Darcy. That was enough for Mrs. Bennet to be proud of. Mary had heard herself mentioned to Miss Bingley as the most accomplished girl in the neighborhood; and Catherine and Lydia had also been fortunate enough never to be without partners, which was all that they had yet learnt to care for at a ball. They returned, therefore, in good spirits to Longbourn.

Mrs. Bennet rambled on about the evening as long as anyone would listen to her and finally gave up trying to discuss the dance and continued on in a different vein.

“What a successful evening wasn’t it girls?”

“Yes mama it was.” Jane sweetly answered.

“Why I noticed that even Lizzy was not obliged to sit out any sets as she generally does.”

With that Mr. Bennet got up and departed the room with a sad look at his dear Lizzy. She had been his favorite daughter since it was determined in her young age that she had as much or more wit than himself. He despised it when his wife demeaned her, however he had learned over the years to walk out and ignore it and luckily his Lizzy never took it to heart.

That evening when Jane and Elizabeth were alone for their nightly chat, the former, who had been cautious in her praise of Mr. Bingley before, expressed to her sister just how very much she admired him. “He is just what a young man ought to be,” said she, “sensible, good-humored, lively; and I never saw such happy manners! --So much ease, with such perfect good breeding!”

“He is also handsome,” replied Elizabeth, “which a young man ought likewise to be, if he possibly can. His character is thereby complete.”

“I was very much flattered by his asking me to dance a second time. I did not expect such a compliment.”

“Did not you? I did for you. But that is one great difference between us. Compliments always take you by surprise, and me never. What could be more natural than his asking you again? He could not help seeing that you were about five times as pretty as every other woman in the room. No thanks to his gallantry for that. Well, he certainly is very agreeable, and I give you leave to like him. You have liked many a stupider person.”

“Dear Lizzy!”

“And so you like this man's sisters, too, do you? Their manners are not equal to his.”

“Certainly not--at first. But they are very pleasing women when you converse with them. Miss Bingley is to live with her brother, and keep his house; and I am much mistaken if we shall not find a very charming neighbor in her. Now my Dear Lizzy, what think you of Mr. Bingley’s friends? I saw that you danced with each of them.”

“I liked them both very well, very well indeed,” she said, but Jane could see that there was “that” expression on her face.

Jane had learned a long time before never to press when that expression was present. Doing so would result in nothing because when “that” expression was present Lizzy did not yet know what she thought on the subject and until she did there was no use wasting your breath asking.

Bingley and the Colonel had not been friends nearly as long as he and Darcy but Bingley had been introduced to the Colonel at one of the clubs that he and Darcy frequented while residing in London. Bingley and the Colonel had become fast friends on account that they had nearly the same easy disposition and had many of the same interests and hobbies. The main difference being that the Colonel as a member of the military did not trust all he met as easily as Bingley did upon first meeting them.

Between Bingley and Darcy there was a very steady friendship, in spite of great opposition of character. Bingley was endeared to Darcy by the easiness, openness, and ductility of his temper, though no disposition could offer a greater contrast to his own, and though with his own he never appeared dissatisfied.

On the strength of Darcy's regard, Bingley had the firmest reliance, and of his judgment the highest opinion. In understanding, Darcy was the superior. Bingley was by no means deficient, but Darcy was clever. He was at the same time haughty, reserved, and fastidious, and his manners, though well bred, were not inviting. In that respect his friend had greatly the advantage. Bingley was sure of being liked wherever he appeared. Darcy was continually giving offense.

Mr. Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam had the closest connection of all. They had not only known each other since birth, but they were also cousins. Although they were cousins by blood they were brothers by heart. The two could not have a closer bond with anyone. They knew each other’s thoughts and actions almost before they themselves knew them and were close enough that they had no reserve in talking to each other about anything and everything.

The manner in which they spoke of the Meryton assembly was sufficiently characteristic of each of their personalities. Bingley and Fitzwilliam had never met with more pleasant people or prettier girls in their life; everybody had been most kind and attentive to them; there had been no formality, no stiffness; they both had soon felt acquainted with all the room; Bingley stated that as to Miss Jane Bennet, he could not conceive an angel more beautiful, Colonel Fitzwilliam agreed with him and said there were a few others that were uncommonly pretty and he should like to know them better. Darcy maintained his quiet observation and only ruminated that there was a little beauty and a very minimal amount of fashion, but he could see no harm in staying and getting to know a few of them a bit more.

Chapter 4 – Invitation

The morning after the assembly brought Miss Charlotte and Miss Mariah Lucas to Longbourn to hear and to communicate with the Bennet ladies about the ball. Charlotte, Jane and Elizabeth went to the garden bench to sit and discuss while Mariah kept Kitty and Lydia occupied.

Elizabeth instantly asked “Charlotte, what thought you of last evening?”

Charlotte was pleased to be able to answer “Oh Jane and Lizzy I had a most enjoyable evening. I was so pleased to be asked to dance four sets. I danced with Mr. Sharp, Mr. Bates, Mr. Bingley and Colonel Fitzwilliam. Oh you know how I frequently dread my frequent dances with Mr. Sharp, however he loves to dance and I enjoy getting away from the wall.”

Jane and Lizzy both smiled at this. Charlotte was indeed getting beyond the age of being marriageable and frequently only danced one or two dances all evening as a result. Every ball one of those two dances was Mr. Sharp. Mr. Sharp was a widower of the past five years with three grown children. He dearly loved his departed wife and vowed to never remarry; however he loved to dance. Upon moving into Meryton two years past he noted that the eldest Lucas girl was unlikely to marry and frequently without dance partners. He made it a point to ask her to dance at every ball, therefore fulfilling a joy for both of them.

Elizabeth then asked Charlotte with a half-cocked smile and an odd twinkle in her eye “Did you enjoy dancing with Mr. Bingley?”

Jane began to blush as Charlotte answered, “I did!” Jane knew where Lizzy was heading and knew that her cheeks would become redder as her sister’s questioning continued. Jane desperately tried to think of something to interject, but too late Lizzy had continued.

“As well as Jane did?”

At this all Charlotte could do was laugh and they continued on in their pleasant conversation until Charlotte announced that she must be heading home. The wandered back to the house to gather Miss Mariah Lucas, Charlotte’s younger sister and as they were leaving Mariah reminded Charlotte of the invitation.

“Oh dear… how could I have forgotten. My father is to give a party at Lucas Lodge and you are all invited”. With the invitation made the Lucas ladies departed for home.

Chapter 5 – The Party at Lucas Lodge

A few days after the Meryton Assembly the ladies of Longbourn waited on those of Netherfield. The visit was soon returned in due form. Miss Bennet's pleasing manners grew on the goodwill of Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley; and though the mother was found to be intolerable, and the younger sisters not worth speaking to, a wish of being better acquainted with the two eldest was expressed. By Jane, this attention was received with the greatest pleasure, but Elizabeth still saw superciliousness in their treatment of everybody, hardly excepting even her sister, and could not like them; though their kindness to Jane, such as it was, had a value as arising in all probability from the influence of their brother's admiration.

It was generally evident whenever they met, that Mr. Bingley did admire Jane and to Elizabeth it was equally evident that Jane was yielding to him and was in a way to be very much in love; but she considered that it was not likely to be discovered by the world in general, since Jane united, with great strength of feeling, a composure of temper and a uniform cheerfulness of manner which would guard her from the suspicions of the impertinent. She mentioned this to her friend Miss Lucas at the party at Lucas Lodge.

“It may perhaps be pleasant,” replied Charlotte, “to be able to impose on the public in such a case; but it is sometimes a disadvantage to be so very guarded. If a woman conceals her affection with the same skill from the object of it, she may lose the opportunity of fixing him; We can all begin freely--a slight preference is natural enough; but there are very few of us who have heart enough to be really in love without encouragement. In nine cases out of ten a women had better show more affection than she feels. Bingley likes your sister undoubtedly; but he may never do more than like her, if she does not help him on.”

“But she does help him on, as much as her nature will allow. If I can perceive her regard for him, he must be a simpleton, indeed, not to discover it too.”

“Remember, Lizzy, that he does not know Jane's disposition as you do.”

“But if a woman is partial to a man, and does not endeavor to conceal it, he must find it out.”

“Perhaps he must, I suppose, but Jane should make the most of every half hour in which she can command his attention. When she has secured him, there will be more leisure for falling in love as much as she chooses.”

“Secure him,” laughed Elizabeth, “where nothing is in question but the desire of being well married, and if I were determined to get a rich husband, or any husband, I dare say I should adopt it. But these are not Jane's feelings; she is not acting by design. As yet, she cannot even be certain of the degree of her own regard nor of its reasonableness. She has known him only a fortnight. She danced two sets dances with him at Meryton; she saw him one morning at his own house, and has since dined with him in company four times. This is not quite enough to make her understand his character.”

“Not as you represent it. Had she merely dined with him, she might only have discovered whether he had a good appetite; but you must remember that four evenings have also been spent together—and four evenings may do a great deal.”

“Yes; these four evenings have enabled them to ascertain that they both like Vingt-un better than Commerce; but with respect to any other leading characteristic, I do not imagine that much has been unfolded.”

“Well,” said Charlotte, “I wish Jane success with all my heart; and if she were married to him tomorrow, I should think she had as good a chance of happiness as if she were to be studying his character for a twelvemonth. Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance. If the dispositions of the parties are ever so well known to each other or ever so similar beforehand, it does not advance their felicity in the least. They always continue to grow sufficiently unlike afterwards to have their share of vexation; and it is better to know as little as possible of the defects of the person with whom you are to pass your life.”

“You make me laugh, Charlotte; but it is not sound. You know it is not sound, and that you would never act in this way yourself and I am positive I never would and neither would Jane. You know Jane and I will only marry for the deepest love.”

“Yes Lizzy, I am aware of that, but as you are aware, I do not have the same belief. I just wish to marry regardless of other considerations.”

“Well Charlotte, I will not relent so as you may well imagine Jane will marry and have many children and I shall be content to love them as my own and teach them all that I know.”

Colonel Fitzwilliam had been standing with his back to Miss Bennet and Miss Lucas trying to attend to Colonel Forster and some officers that were inquiring about the news from Spain during the ladies conversation. Although he was finding it hard to comment to Colonel Forster he was quite pleased with the feelings that Miss Bennet related to her friend. Especially after meeting her family at the past few assemblies, he was pleased that she was different than her mother and younger sisters and it appeared as her sister felt the same way. He was also delighted that it appeared as Miss Jane Bennet liked Bingley as much as he liked her. He would be sure to let Bingley know.

Occupied in observing Mr. Bingley's attentions to her sister, Elizabeth was far from suspecting that she was herself becoming an object of some interest in the eyes of his friend. Mr. Darcy who had at first scarcely allowed any woman to catch his eye was beginning to find that Elizabeth’s face was rendered uncommonly intelligent by the beautiful expression of her dark eyes, “That Smile” and her frame that was light and pleasing. To this discovery succeeded some others equally pleasing as he realized that her manners were all easy and playfulness yet had something of quickness and intelligence that he had yet to encounter in any lady of his acquaintance.

Of this observation Miss Elizabeth was perfectly unaware.

Mr. Darcy began to wish to know more of her yet he also knew that his disposition did not render him easy in others company. Darcy determined to speak to his cousin Colonel Fitzwilliam and get some assistance to aide his endeavors, but until he could speak to him he would not delay an attempt on his own.

Darcy had danced with her at the Meryton Assembly and received such pleasure that he was now determined to repeat it.

His thoughts were so much engrossed on determining how he would accomplish this that he did not perceive that Sir William Lucas was his neighbor, until Sir William thus began: “What a charming amusement for young people this is, Mr. Darcy! There is nothing like dancing after all. I consider it as one of the first refinements of polished society.”

“Certainly, sir; and it has the advantage also of being in vogue amongst the less polished societies of the world. Every savage can dance.”

Sir William only smiled. “Your friends perform delightfully,” he continued after a pause, on seeing Bingley and Fitzwilliam join the group; “and I doubt not that you are an adept in the science yourself, Mr. Darcy.”

“You saw me dance at Meryton, I believe, sir.”

“Yes, indeed, and received no inconsiderable pleasure from the sight of you with our own Miss Elizabeth. Do you often dance at St. James's?”

“Never, sir.”

“Do you not think it would be a proper compliment to the place?”

“It is a compliment which I prefer not to pay to any place unless I am acquainted with my partner.”

“Oh I see.” stated Sir William “Well we shall have to find someone in which you are acquainted with then.”

Darcy began to answer that he knew Miss Elizabeth Bennet and would be pleased to dance with her when Sir William without hearing him interrupted saying, “Well your friend’s sisters are presently engaged in delightful conversation with my wife and I am sure they do not wish to be interrupted, but ah ha…” and speaking to Darcy as if it was a secret he leaned in and said quietly as he nodded to Elizabeth, “I am certain with the familiarity that your friend shows to the family and your own previous dance with her you must be sufficiently acquainted with her.”

Darcy was shocked by his statement regarding Mr. Bingley and before he could think or react Sir William had began. “My dear Miss Eliza, why are you not dancing? Mr. Darcy here was just saying how he did not wish to dance unless he was acquainted with his partner. I know that he and his friends know you and Miss Jane and as you are most proficient and excel in dancing you must allow me to present you as a very desirable partner. Mr. Darcy you cannot refuse to dance, I am sure when so much beauty is before you.” And, taking her hand, he gave it to Mr. Darcy, turned on heel and rushed away.

Mr. Darcy who, though still extremely surprised from Sir William Lucas’ last statement, was not unwilling to receive Miss Bennet. He started to stammer “… Miss… B…. Bennet.”

Elizabeth who was equally surprised but more in control of her speech as her wit ran strong rushed in stating “Mr. Darcy, you are all politeness as Sir William forces you to dance with the first lady who walks by that he can decipher a connection in any possible way between you and her or her family. I do not think that you truly wish to dance. I think Sir William was making that decision for you.”

The pause which ensued was enough for Elizabeth to surmise that she had been correct. Not wanting to embarrass herself or Mr. Darcy she stated “Mr. Darcy” with a slight smile and curtsey and walked away.

All sorts of thoughts were streaming through Darcy’s head and not a one of them was coherent and reasonable. All he could think was that he did want to dance, at least if it was with her, but he could not get his mind and mouth to cooperate with him. That was it, she had walked away… he was about ready to seek his cousins advice over the event when he saw it…”that” smile. Unfortunately, “that” smile was not on Elizabeth’s face, it was on none other than Colonel Fitzwilliam's. Darcy knew “that smile” and it almost always meant mischief.

The current dance was ending and preparation for the next was occurring. The Colonel was depositing one partner and set off towards none other that Miss Elizabeth Bennet with … “that” smile. Darcy knew “that” smile well… it was the smile that Colonel Fitzwilliam had every time he meant to disconcert someone based on an observation he had made. Darcy suspected as he looked at the Colonel that he had overseen the interaction between himself and Miss Elizabeth but seeing that smile confirmed it. The Colonel usually used his charms to disentangle a lady from his much sought after cousin and “that smile” was always present when he did it. “That” smile had been frequent over the past years and in all instances they came to nothing good in the end, at least for the lady, the good was that Mr. Darcy was left alone. Darcy felt a pang in his chest… something he had never felt before on seeing “that smile” in the past. What did that feeling mean? The sensation had never accompanied him as his cousin bestowed “that” smile upon his face.

Mr. Darcy’s mind raced. As the Colonel watched me did he detect that I no longer wish Miss Elizabeth’s company? What is this that I feel… regret? He had not time to ponder it though, he wanted the next dance with Miss Elizabeth and he must beat the Colonel or else irreparable damage may occur.

If Darcy had known the Colonel’s thoughts this time though he may have let the Colonel have this dance and wait for another after he had talked with the Colonel. What Darcy did not know is the Colonel also used “that smile” when he was about to aid a friend in catching a certain lady. Darcy had never had that privilege though and so he did not know this.

Luckily for Darcy (or unluckily, you decide after reading this chapter), Colonel Fitzwilliam had decided to grab refreshment along his path to Elizabeth and so Darcy was able to make it to her side as the music was beginning and right before Colonel Fitzwilliam.

Miss Bennet, may I have the pleasure of this dance?

Elizabeth looked up shocked; it had not been five minutes since she had left Mr. Darcy slightly regretting that he would never want to dance with her, now here he was asking her to dance. All she could do was stare… then … ouch … what was that for?

Charlotte saw that Elizabeth had not answered Mr. Darcy and the stress was beginning to form on his face. She had already decided after the Meryton Assembly in her own mind that the two were perfect for each other and did not want Lizzy to screw it up, but if Lizzy did not answer he would leave. She needed to bring Lizzy back to reality so she pinched her.

Lizzy realized what had occurred and quickly though not elegantly stated a blunt “Yes”.

Mr. Darcy gave her his arm and as he turned to walk her to the floor came face to face with the Colonel. Fitzwilliam gave Darcy a smile and continued to ask Miss Lucas to dance. He realized Miss Lucas had seen him come pointedly in their direction and did not want her to be offended if he were to walk away just as pointedly without seeking a dance partner.

Miss Lucas was pleased to be asked to dance, but also slightly disappointed that of all the dances she always had free she had been asked to dance on the one that she would have actually enjoyed observing.

A few steps into the dance Elizabeth realized this dance was beginning as silently as the one at the Meryton Assembly Ball and began to wonder if she and Darcy would have any conversation at all. Elizabeth decided to try her luck with conversing about the neighborhood. “So Mr. Darcy, do you like our Meryton?”

“It is a pleasant country with nice trails for riding and game for hunting.” Stated Mr. Darcy flatly as his thoughts flew with the answer “Oh yes indeed, a few of the ladies are absolutely gorgeous and they fill my dreams most pleasantly, particularly you my gorgeous goddess”.

Elizabeth thought that though the answer was rather short and dully stated that it was reasonable enough and she could reply. “So you enjoy hunting and riding do you Mr. Darcy?”

“Indeed I do Miss Bennet.” To himself he added particularly if the game has gorgeous dancing eyes, ravishing chestnut hair and occasionally flashes “that” smile…

Elizabeth was discouraged that the reply left nothing for a response and decided to wait and let him continue the conversation.

Mr. Darcy sensing that it was his turn for comment replied with “Do you ride Miss Bennet?”

Miss Elizabeth laughingly stated “Certainly not sir.”

Darcy was mesmerized by her heavenly laugh and “that” smile and could not reply for fear of letting his feeling slip where they then would be known to the world.

Elizabeth feared she had offended him when he did not answer and so she continued in a stumbling manner “I do not mean to imply that it is not a respectable pastime for any lady, it is just not a perfectly respectable exercise for me.”

Darcy realized that she though she had offended him and was now dedicated to making her feel more at ease, even if it meant he had to trouble himself with conversation. She had not offended him; in fact it was quite the opposite. The last thing he wanted was her to be uncomfortable around him. “Why do you say that Miss Bennet? Do you not enjoy riding?” Darcy was indeed curious about anything she would reveal about herself.

“Well if you must know Mr. Darcy, my father is a favorite of mine and as I grew I often went with him onto the estate to check on tenants and the sort. I always rode with him so that I would be safe; to own I am rather afraid of moving heights, specifically horses. Well as I turned ten years of age my father decided I must seat myself upon my own horse if I was to go with him. For weeks I instead stayed home thinking my father would relent and let me ride with him rather than lose my company. However it was not to be, he was firm in me learning to ride on my own. One day my mother was being particularly vocal and I so longed to be with my father to escape. I ran to the stables and demanded to have my father’s fastest horse so I could catch up with him. Mr. Hill tried to give me the old mare, but you see I am familiar with the entire estate, almost as a son would be, and I knew what he was up to. I demanded to ride Lightening and so it was, Mr. Hill saddled Lightening and off I went in search of my beloved father. Well Mr. Darcy, I never found my father but he found me crying under the apple tree at the farthest point of the estate from the house and without my mount.”

Elizabeth concluded her story with a delightful laugh, “that” smile and an “I have never rode since, I prefer my two sturdy legs to any animals four.”

Mr. Darcy could not help but laugh at this and Elizabeth could not help noticing his smile. “That” smile should grace his features more often; it is so pleasant she thought to herself.

“So you are close with your father?”

“Oh yes indeed sir, as I am sure you have been informed I have no brother’s. I am the second of five sisters. As my father has no sons I am he. What you may not know is that our estate is entailed to heirs male.”

Mr. Darcy had thus far learned her playful spirit and knew that this was a prime opportunity for him to attempt teasing. “Do not tell me that as your fathers son you dress as a male, aide in the management of the estate, court young ladies and will eventually inherit?”

Elizabeth saw his slight smile and the gleam in his eye and heartily laughed “Oh no, Mr. Darcy, do you tease? As much as I wish I could inherit to save my family I can not. I am only expected to marry and leave so that there is one less mouth to feed and one less body to worry about.”

Mr. Darcy was not sure if he was pleased at her openness or afraid that she was going to turn into one of those ladies of the ton that flaunted themselves about his person exclaiming why they would be the best mistress for his “Dear Pemberley”. He had thought her different than her mother, but he could not deny who her mother was and knew not that ladies influence over her. He knew she had been teasing and then he had encouraged it, but had he gone too far. With that in mind he was determined to expedite her response to his thought and without realizing how he said it, did so in a rather cold and rude manner instead of the teasing one that he had intended. “So Miss Bennet, you are expected to marry WELL and leave are you.”

The statement was said in such a way that Elizabeth could not miss the rude tone and his meaning and was furious about it. Elizabeth was unable to control her anger and Darcy was easily able to see the fury behind her reply, and he regretted it the moment “that smile” left her face and her eyes turned into dark pools of fury.

“No Mr. Darcy you (emphasis on the you) must be hard of hearing, I said only that I am expected to marry and leave so that there is one less mouth to feed and one less body to worry about. Although I am sure you have heard my mother’s effusions (the word was said with a bit of disdain) on the topic of matrimony for her daughters, what you do not know is my feelings on the subject. Before you dare assume… (Elizabeth practically spit out the words) too much remember that I have grown up in said household with said mother and been every day witness to that which a match without love and esteem can do to a person. Regardless of anyone’s sentiments I have my own plans for matrimony and no matter the situation, those plans include love.” The last word was no more than a whisper as Elizabeth’s furry mounted, but her not wanting to draw the attention of others. Elizabeth scowled and walked quickly towards the door, leaving Mr. Darcy on the dance floor alone and gaping at her hastily retreating figure. What no one witnessed was the tear that Elizabeth wiped from her eye as she realized Darcy was just another proud and disagreeable man from ton just like the others supposed him to be. Her mind was glad she had discovered this before making a fool of herself, but could someone please tell the same to her heart which had began to already be touched by the handsome Mr. Darcy.

Colonel Fitzwilliam and Charlotte had been dancing near Darcy and Elizabeth and to the mortification of each they had overheard every word. Charlotte was distressed for her friend and Colonel Fitzwilliam wanted nothing more than to help Darcy from the dance floor before more embarrassment occurred to him and so it was done with a slight wink and nod at each other, Charlotte took off after Elizabeth and the Colonel took hold of Darcy’s arm and escorted him to Sir Williams' library.

The Colonel had never seen Darcy in this state. He was at a loss to know what to do, he desperately wanted to help, but it took everything in him to help from laughing once the realization of the situation finally set in. Never had anyone, much less a country lady from Nowhereville, put Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy in his place in such a way. He was just about to start to speak when it dawned on him… Darcy likes this Country Chit more than I originally suspected. Oh how I wish he had overhead what I did this very night, he would have saved himself some heartache and embarrassment. Having received that knowledge before he began to speak he started in an entirely different manner.

“Darcy, old man, I could not help but see you standing in the middle of the dance floor without a partner. What ever happened to the lovely Miss Bennet?”

Darcy said not a word, he just stared at the wall in front of him with a blank look on his face.

“Well man, are you going to answer me?”

Darcy was silent. He knew full well that Fitzwilliam had heard everything and he was in no mood to recap it for his amusement.

Fitzwilliam was now at a loss, the two had always been easy telling each other everything and this was not working for the first time ever.

With that Fitzwilliam turned to Darcy and stated “Darcy, I will leave you to your own devices for the time being, but rest assured that we will be discussing this later. I have intelligence from that lady that may be of some use to you. I will call for you when it is time to return to Netherfield. Until then I recommend that you stay here and think through your rudeness to beautiful ladies.”

Darcy grimaced at the comment sinking further into his chair.

With that the Colonel headed out to look for Charlotte. He surprisingly had enjoyed dancing with her and was concerned over Miss Elizabeth.

Charlotte had caught up with Elizabeth at the gate leaving Lucas Lodge, however she would not talk more than to request that Charlotte inform Mr. Bennet that Elizabeth had walked home, as she needed some fresh air. Charlotte did not miss the sound of tears in Elizabeth’s voice.

The Colonel found Miss Lucas as she was relating the news to Mr. Bennet. Mr. Bennet thanked her and went in search of some privacy; already he had been forced to talk to too many people. He would have preferred Lizzy to tell him herself so that he could have walked her home, but it was not to be.

The Colonel asked Charlotte for another dance to replace their last. As they waited for the next dance to begin the Colonel was desperately trying to think of a way change Miss Elizabeth’s current perception of Darcy, but how was that to be done, he had insulted her to her face.

Chapter 6 – The Library at Lucas Lodge

Posted on Wednesday, 20 February 2008

Mr. Bennet had decided he was through with the frivolity that accompanied a gathering and headed for Sir William Lucas’s library for a bit of privacy. Sir Lucas had once told him that he had an open invitation to that room whenever a gathering occurred if he would just agree to bring his lovely family out into the neighborhood society.

Mr. Bennet walked in grabbed the book he had been reading at the last gathering from the same place that he had left it. It was not hard to find as Sir Williams library was used rarely, the only library in the neighborhood being used less being that of Netherfield. Mr. Bennet sat down in his favorite chair of Sir Williams by the fire. He was too occupied with his own current distresses to notice the other man already in the library.

Thus Darcy and Mr. Bennet stayed for close to ten minutes each lost in their own occupations until Mr. Bennet became cognizant of someone mumbling to himself. Turning he noticed the gentleman for the first time, yet sat where he was, knowing he would not want to be bothered and knowing that he did not want to be bothered with inquiring.

He knew the gentleman from his wife pointing him out, however he had never received a formal introduction. Propriety demanded that the man of greater worth initiate the introductions, therefore he was confidant that he would not be bothered as that man was unlikely to initiate conversation.

As Mr. Bennet continued reading he could not help but be annoyed that the gentleman’s mumblings turned into louder proclaimed exclamations and were beginning to interrupt his reading.

“What have I done? What does she think of me? Why did I treat her so? Will she ever forgive me? What can I do to make amends? Do I want to make amends? Of course I do, she is the best lady I have thus to ever encounter. What of her family? They have absolutely nothing and no connections. Do I need a lady of fortune? No, I have plenty of wealth for the both of us and any future children I ever have. Do I need the connections that a good match would bring? No, I have plenty of connections for myself and of those I care nothing for more than half of them.”

Mr. Bennet had only been half hearing Mr. Darcy, but here the mumblings began to arrest his attention.

“What of her mother and numerous sisters? The mother (he shuddered and shook his head, no comment seemed appropriate to describe the woman). The three younger sisters are nothing. Oh the way the one plays (again another shudder) and the other two are such tarts. But what of Jane?”

Mr. Bennet was all awareness now for he was sure that the gentleman was not only talking of his family but that his interest was in his dearest Lizzy.

“How are Miss Jane and Miss Elizabeth so different from the others in the family? I guess I shall never know as she now hates me so. I must escape from here, out of Meryton, away from Netherfield, away from her, I must go now.” Mr. Darcy turned to leave and as he did he saw a gentleman staring at him strangely. Mr. Darcy could not help but be offended that someone had listened to his private ruminations and stated to the gentleman in the same cold manner previously used on Elizabeth “Sir!”

Mr. Bennet did nothing but stare at the Gentleman. Mr. Darcy began to feel uncomfortable and headed towards the door with long strides. Mr. Bennet stopped him, as he was half way across the room.

“Mr. Darcy?” It was said as a question making the gentleman stop in his tracks.

“Do I know you sir?”

“No, we have never been properly introduced and I do not believe now is a proper time as you are in quite a state, however if you will sit Mr. Darcy I would speak with you.” This was said with a bite to the words.

Mr. Darcy did not know what to think. The gentleman had as much as demanded that he would stay to be spoken to yet refused to introduce himself. This irritated yet intrigued Darcy, but he sat in the chair across from the stately gentleman. He knew he was a gentleman by the way he sat and the state of his dress.

Mr. Bennet did nothing but look at Mr. Darcy for what seemed an eternity. Mr. Darcy had never in his life been observed in such a fashion, he was generally the one to do the observing, and it did not put him at ease to be put in such a position at this time. He did not know this gentleman but was sure that despite the fact that he was a gentleman he must be beneath Darcy since they were not already acquainted.

As Darcy was reaching the height of anxiety Mr. Bennet began with “I could not help, as much as I tried to, but overhear your mutterings. It appears as if you have gotten yourself into quite a fix young man.” Darcy did nothing but nod at this.

“If I am to properly understand you have taken an interest in a young lady of the neighborhood and if I am not too presumptuous in interpreting the description of her and her family it is none other than Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Am I correct?” Darcy again nodded.

“If I am also correct I take it you offended her and now interpret her actions towards you as unfavorable?”

Mr. Darcy was worried that this man had interpreted so much but again nodded his head in the affirmative.

“So what do you propose to do about it sir?”

Darcy was incredulous and spitefully stated “Do about it, why sir you overheard this much did you miss the fact that I am to leave and forget about her and her unfortunate family.”

Mr. Darcy did not see Mr. Bennet’s offence that flashed across his face for a split second.

Mr. Darcy stood and began to leave the room though at a slower pace this time.

“Well son, if this be your reaction then you do not deserve a woman as perfect as Miss Lizzy.” This statement made Darcy stop and turn around to look at the gentleman as he continued.” I have been in this neighborhood for many years, may I say more years than I have not, and have known each member of that particular family since infancy. In my opinion the lady you have just referenced is by far the best woman that ever-graced Hertfordshire, maybe even the whole of England and quite possible the earth. If I was not so closely connected to that family and many years younger she would be just the sort of lady I would feel blessed to invite into my life and my home. She deserves the best man, who you obviously are not.”

The last was said in such a way that Darcy could not miss the insult and he just stood and gaped at him with his mouth open. How could anyone presume to tell him, Fitzwilliam Darcy, Master of Pemberley with wealth amounting to and most likely more than ten thousand pounds a year that he is not good enough for some country nobody with no connections or fortune.

Mr. Bennet saw the emotions of shock, anger, fury and rage flash across the face of Mr. Darcy as he stood stiff and proud. After a few minutes passed Mr. Bennet continued “If you have a minute and would like to attempt to become a better man, one that may someday attain the hand of some other lady I ask you to stay and talk for a few minutes.” Darcy did not miss the fact that the gentleman implied he could not attain the lady in question.

Mr. Darcy sat next to Mr. Bennet and raised his eyebrows indicating that he was listening.

“I would tell you about that family son.” Darcy nodded and Mr. Bennet continued, “The late Mr. Bennet, grandfather to said lady, was an honest and caring man. He had two sons, Mr. Matthew Bennet and Mr. Thomas Bennet, the father of the lady we currently speak of. Mr. Matthew Bennet was the older of the two and had been groomed to take the estate since infancy. As he aged it became evident to everyone that in his heart he wanted to be a clergyman; however everyone assumed that he would do his duty to the family and take the estate forsaking his own desires. Mr. Thomas Bennet went to Oxford, studied much and decided to become a professor and educator of others sons and was very pleased in the occupation he had chosen. He vowed never to marry anything but his books. Thomas had long known his brother was to inherit and not him and never had any thought of running the estate, nor any formal training. He was content with his books.

Matthew Bennet had become engaged to Miss Francis Gardiner who was overjoyed at becoming the wife to a country gentleman. You see, her family was in trade in London and this was her chance to advance in society and no one was to take that from her.

The afternoon of August 18th, 1788 was the coldest for Mr. Thomas Bennet, despite the fact that the temperature outside was reaching record highs. Mr. Matthew Bennet stood in the doorway of his brother’s room at Oxford and informed him that he had accepted a living and would be abandoning the estate in one week’s time. Either Thomas would assume responsibility or it would be sold to the first person who offered for it regardless of price leaving their mother and sisters destitute. Matthew cared not for any of it, he only wanted to serve a flock even if he abandoned others in the process.”

Mr. Darcy could see and hear distress in the voice and face of this long time family friend of the Bennet’s. But the gentleman continued.

“The two fought for many hours about familial duty and such. It ended with Mr. Thomas Bennet leaving for Longbourn and Mr. Matthew Bennet nursing several facial wounds. Each vowing to never see each other again. Miss Gardiner was horrified and demanded that the Bennet family had vowed she would become the lady of Longbourn Estate and she would have it no other way. She no longer loved her “Dear Matthew”, but insisted that she would have none other than her “Dear Thomas”. Thomas Bennet had no interest in being married, but also knew the estate needed an heir and now that he was master of said estate it was his responsibility to provide the heir as well. It mattered not to him who he married, Miss Gardiner was prettier than most and would be just fine. Since it was obvious that she did not love him, she only wanted to advance her status he was not made to feel guilty at not loving her.”

Mr. Bennet looked up here and could see that he still had Darcy’s attention so he continued.

“Thomas Bennet knew he had no interest in a family but he also knew that the estate needed an heir. He also knew that despite his loathe for his brother Matthew, Matthew was one to want a family and Thomas knew he would eventually marry and produce a strong brood. All in all Thomas was still not resigned to taking Longbourn and hoped his brother would regret forsaking it and return to claim it at a later point of time so he made an agreement with his brother through many letters. First, Matthew could come and take over Longbourn at any point in the future and secondly that if he never took it over it would pass back to his line if Thomas did not have a son and Matthew did. Despite the fact that Mr. Thomas Bennet took over the estate and Matthew never did come to claim it he always resented his brother for resigning it and taking orders thus not allowing him to marry his books and become a professor.”

Here Mr. Bennet paused to collect his thoughts, but continued shortly after. “It was not many years later that Thomas regretted that hasty decision for if he had not made it the estate would not be entailed away from the current ladies of Longbourn, however it was made and before Thomas could regret it Mr. Matthew Bennet died. He was happily married with not only one, but two strong and healthy yet very young sons.”

“Matthew’s wife left with two small children and little money remarried a whiney groveling of a man, named Collins, who adopted her sons when he could not have any himself.”

“So as you see Mr. Darcy, the Bennet estate is entailed on heirs male and Mr. William Bennet Collins is who is to inherit. He is no longer the small strong child, but was altered into a mirror of his step-father, a whiney groveling man.”

Mr. Darcy stated, “So that is how the entail came about and the Bennet’s parents are so indifferent to each other.”

Mr. Bennet inwardly cringed that his and his wife’s indifference was so noticeable to observers, but also knew that Mr. Darcy did not require a response so he went on.

“Do you want to know more of the family or are you tired of hearing an old man drudge on about his dearest, oldest friends.”

Mr. Darcy eagerly said he wished to know more of the family if he had the time. He was beginning to understand a lot.

“I do sir.” and he continued, “For three years everyone was content at Longbourn. Mrs. Bennet was now a gentleman’s wife and was free to go here and there shopping and gossiping. There were no children and no plan for any and then one day the entail became known to Mrs. Bennet. She had not been informed of it upon her marriage you see.”

“I laugh when I remember the day. I was myself there that day, sitting in Mr. Bennet’s library reading his books and drinking his port. Mrs. Bennet came running in lace and satin blowing behind her… Mr. Bennet, Mr. Bennet I am all in an uproar, you must come here and speak to me at once.”

“What my dear, what can you want at such a time of day?”

Mr. Bennet was playing our the discussion for Mr. Darcy amusing both of them in the process.

“I must know, is this estate entailed? For I have just had it from my sister Phillips… You know my sister, the one who married the attorney in Meryton… Well she said that she was visiting her dear husband when he got called away and so she decided to straighten the files in his desk so that they would be orderly and neat. She is such a good wife is she not… Would you like me to straighten your files? Well never mind, what I want to say is that she saw a file labeled Bennet and knowing I, her dear sister, am a Bennet decided she must know all so that she could ensure I knew of all of my dear families dealings. Well you can imagine her shock and horror and mine upon her telling me that Longbourn is entailed to heirs male. What have you to say? Were you never to tell me of this tragedy? And on whom is it entailed? On none other than my dear Matthew, the one who I do tragically lost due to him abandoning me in my greatest time of need.”

Mr. Bennet looked up here, crooking his eyebrows at Mr. Darcy. It was here that she collapsed on the settee fanning herself calling for her maid.

No response was necessary, the maids helped her to her room and she was not seen for a few days.

“Prepare yourself Mr. Darcy for the next is quite shocking. I was again at the Bennet household in the library enjoying Mr. Bennet’s books and port a few days later when Mrs. Bennet walked into the room scantily clad and demanded Mr. Bennet’s presence above stairs to quote “begin working on the removal of the entail.””

Darcy could not resist an outright smile and gasped laugh as Mr. Bennet continued. “Thus the Bennet family began.”

“First the angelic Jane was born into the family, then the feisty Elizabeth, then the solemn Mary. It seemed the three would be all that there were.” His story continued, but in a different vein now “Mrs. Bennet’s brother Mr. Edward Gardiner had just married a wonderful lady from Lambton, in Derbyshire.”

Mr. Darcy looked straight at his storyteller slight amazement registering on his features at the mention of Lambton but said nothing.

Mr. Bennet noticed and asked “Are you familiar with Lambton?”

“Indeed I am sir; it is but five miles from my estate of Pemberley.”

Mr. Bennet continued, “Mrs. Madeline Gardiner would be pleased to meet you, she enjoys meeting anyone from Lambton or the surrounding area and often says how she misses the people there. You see since her parents passed away she rarely returns for visits, but where was I, oh yes… Mrs. Bennet dearly wanted a son and said that her nerves were too much with all the girls running around to entice a son to the family so she sent the two eldest to live with her brother and sister-in-law for what I thought was too long and the baby Mary was turned over to the nursemaid and ignored. Two more daughters were born and none else. The family finally returned together after the Gardiner’s had began their own family. Let’s see, Jane must have been thirteen or fourteen and Elizabeth twelve or so.”

Mr. Darcy was shocked to learn that the girls had been practically raised by the Gardiner’s, living with them for nine or ten years.

“Yes, Mr. Darcy, now you know where Miss Jane and Elizabeth get their manners, it is not because of any instruction of their parents for they were only here for but a few short years and then nothing more than a monthly visit.”

“For years Mrs. Bennet said a son would come, but it all came to naught. It was but another few years when Jane and Elizabeth came out into society that their mother turned her energy to finding them husbands and what better place than London. So the two ladies were once again sent to London each year after the Christmas celebrations and would stay until near the end of the season, returning late May. Each year the ladies returned unattached Mrs. Bennet became sillier.”

“Mrs. Bennet has been beside herself for years trying to marry them off, but the girls are quite content to sit home and enjoy the company of each other and now their father. You see, since Mr. Thomas Bennet never had sons he took a liking to the two eldest girls when they were home, paying particular attention to their education as he would of others sons if he had stayed at Oxford. Jane for many years studied and improved herself but eventually her tranquility and goodness took over her own education, but you see Miss Lizzy to this day studies with her father. I think she would have made the perfect son to any gentleman.”

Mr. Bennet laughed at his own remark as he sat back in the chair and looked again at Mr. Darcy.

“What say you Mr. Darcy, do you approve of Mr. Bennet’s improvements of Miss Elizabeth?”

The way it was stated made Mr. Darcy blush as he said “I Do!”

“Well the stubbornness of both ladies is further presented as the ladies even further defy their mother. The past two seasons the ladies have refused to go to town. I will admit that I believe Miss Lizzy instigates the revolt as Miss Jane is too kind and complacent to defy her mother on her own.”

Mr. Bennet was resituating himself in his chair and Mr. Darcy was worried that he was to leave and anxiously asked if he was uncomfortable and if he would like to readjust or take their conversation to another venue. Mr. Bennet declined and said that a moment to readjust and make himself more comfortable was all that an old man with old bones needed.

“I have a request of you sir. It seems you are quite intimate with the Bennet family and I was wondering if you might help me? You are correct in surmising that I have an interest in the lovely Miss Elizabeth Bennet. You have indeed provided me a great deal of information about her family and a few tidbits about the lady herself, however I would like to meet with you again to learn more of the lady so that I may determine how to apologize for my recent behavior and see if I she will allow me to get to know her better. Would you be willing to meet with me sir and provide me additional insights about the lady and her family, particularly the lady?” Mr. Darcy was apprehensive since this very man had insulted him not an hour before but waited patiently for the gentleman to respond.

Mr. Bennet thought a moment. He did not like getting involved too much in affairs of the heart and knew his Lizzy would be quite irate with him if she ever knew but something inside of him said to give this gentleman a chance. Mr. Bennet however was not going to give in easily. “Well I would sir, however you have yet to prove your worth to me from your earlier display and then you vowed to leave the place directly. I have not the time, energy or patience to wait for you to develop into a good man and I have no intention of traveling at this juncture.”

Mr. Darcy grimaced at the reference to the gentlemen’s perception of him and then smiled at the second reference and said “I hope that I am not as bad as you currently believe. I believe you are only judging me off of my actions here today, which I admit were juvenile and in poor taste, however I would be pleased to stay in the country a little longer if it will aide me to learn more of Miss Bennet and her family and let you get to know my true character a little better. I believe I will postpone my departure for a few days at least.”

Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bennet agreed to meet on the morrow for a morning ride. As they were dismissing themselves Mr. Darcy again tried to introduce himself properly and received nothing but a laugh from the gentleman in question. “Oh no son, if the Bennet family ever heard of my telling you any of this I would be denied admittance into their most pleasing home, I dare not do anything to compromise my admittance at Longbourn. I think it best if you wait to learn of who I am until you are surer of what you want.”

With that Mr. Darcy left Mr. Bennet to his book in the library. The remaining hours of the gathering had quickly passed and everyone was in the process of leaving when Darcy exited the library. Colonel Fitzwilliam saw him leave in a pleasant manner and figured that Darcy had at least for now resolved what to do about his predicament.

Chapter 7 – A Letter from Netherfield

Posted on Tuesday, 26 February 2008

The party at Lucas Lodge the evening before had revealed to the Bennet ladies that a regiment of militia had just arrived and was stationed in Meryton for the entire winter. Catherine and Lydia frequently went into Meryton to visit their aunt Mrs. Phillips to hear all of the latest gossip. Mrs. Phillips was known in the neighborhood to always have the latest news. Every trip to visit their aunt added to their pleasure since they also loved nothing more than a good gossip.

That morning Mr. Bennet was listening to their effusions of the subject of officers when he observed: “From all that I can collect by your manner of talking, you must be two of the silliest girls in the country. I have suspected it some time, but I am now convinced.” With that he stood and stated that he was going for a morning ride before he retired to his library.

No one noticed how unusual this was except for Lizzy who knew that this was not the day that he made the rounds to the tenants and wondered at her fathers going on a ride. Her thoughts ceased though as a letter arrived for Jane from Netherfield and a servant was awaiting the reply.

Mrs. Bennet's eyes sparkled with pleasure, and she was eagerly calling out, while her daughter read, “Well, Jane, who is it from? What is it about? What does he say?
Well, Jane, make haste and tell us; make haste, my love.”

“It is from Miss Bingley,” said Jane, and then read it aloud.

“MY DEAR FRIEND, --
“If you are not so compassionate as to dine to-day with Louisa and me, we shall be in danger of hating each other for the rest of our lives, for a whole day's tête-à-tête between two women can never end without a quarrel. Come as soon as you can on receipt of this. My brother and the gentlemen are to dine with the officers. --Yours ever,
“CAROLINE BINGLEY”

“With the officers!” cried Lydia. “I wonder my aunt did not tell us of THAT.”

“Dining out,” said Mrs. Bennet, “that is very unlucky.”

“Can I have the carriage?” said Jane.

“No, my dear, you had better go on horseback, because it seems likely to rain; and then you must stay all night.”

“That would be a good scheme,” said Elizabeth, “if you were sure that they would not offer to send her home.”

“Oh! But the gentlemen will have Mr. Bingley's chaise to go to Meryton, and the Hursts have no horses to theirs.”

“I had much rather go in the coach.”

“But, my dear, your father already took one of the horses, I am sure.

Jane was obliged to go on horseback and true to the surmise; it began to rain not fifteen minutes after she left.

Her sisters were uneasy for her, but her mother was delighted. The rain continued the whole day without intermission; Jane certainly could not come back.

Chapter 8 – The Gentlemen’s First Meeting

Mr. Bennet and Mr. Darcy had just met up when the rains began. Mr. Darcy had feigned an excuse of needing to write to his steward and cried off the militia engagement; only Bingley and Fitzwilliam had attended. Mr. Bennet began to state that they should meet at another time; however Mr. Darcy was eager to continue their talks and in no hurry to return to Netherfield and the clutches of Miss Caroline Bingley and asked if there was anywhere dry that “sir” knew about where they could talk. Mr. Bennet smiled at the invitation.

Darcy and Mr. Bennet had met a scarce quarter mile from Mr. Bennet’s own fishing lodge. He replied to Mr. Darcy that he knew of a place and off they headed in search of it.

It had been many years since the lodge had been used, but Mr. Bennet always had it attended to so it was clean and comfortable.

Upon arrival Mr. Darcy stated, “Is this your lodge sir?”

Mr. Bennet was not ready to disclose his identity but also knew there were likenesses of Lizzy and Jane in the place and he would be shortly discovered if he did not come up with an ingenious answer. Therefore he quickly thought and replied “It is Mr. Bennet’s retreat, however he and I are quite close and he allows me access at any time, see he has even provided me a permanent key.” With that he withdrew his key chain from his pocket and after holding it up for the other gentleman’s observation he unlatched the door.

The two entered and Mr. Bennet gathered wood as Mr. Darcy started the fire. While Darcy continued to stoke the fire to a raging point Mr. Bennet got some water and prepared tea and brandy to warm them up.

Once situated and warm in the two chairs by the fire Mr. Bennet asked Mr. Darcy if he had determined an action to take towards beginning to earn the love of Miss Elizabeth. Darcy not quite ready to admit all to this still unknown gentleman said, “Not love sir, as of now I just want to earn her forgiveness, respect and maybe even trust. Let us begin there; I am not willing on such a short acquaintance to jump to love. I also have family obligations and responsibilities that I can not set aside.”

That was just the opening Mr. Bennet desired to also fulfill his wish of knowing more of the gentleman before he aided him to win his Lizzy. Although Mr. Darcy did not know it yet Mr. Bennet was sure he would want Lizzy’s love before the end of all their meetings, but did he want him to obtain it was the question? If he left things as it was Lizzy would be his longer than if her aided Mr. Darcy in obtaining her forgiveness and them in finding happiness with each other.

“So, what are your family obligations and responsibilities sir and how would an association with Miss Lizzy make you set them aside?” Mr. Bennet opened with.

Mr. Darcy shrugged, sighed and began. “I am the only son of Mr. George Darcy. My good father died five years ago, just as I had come of age. My mother died in childbirth many years before that. I along with my cousin am the guardian of my sister Georgiana who is but sixteen years old. I am also the Master of the Pemberley estate in Derbyshire which makes me responsible for many others and thus I must make an alliance that will secure the stability of my estate and the future livelihood of many under my care.”

At this point Darcy stopped and looked as if he had no intention of proceeding.

Mr. Bennet looked at him and said, “Is that all? If it is why would you pursue a penniless Bennet? Although she is bound to make her future husband the happiest of men it will not be because she brought a fortune to the marriage bed along with her beauty, charm and wit.”

“What do you mean sir, is that all?” Darcy said as he totally disregarded the second half of the question.

“I mean just that, you are responsible for an estate with many who are dependent on you and your sister. But who are you? What are your responsibilities, characteristics, virtues, strengths and weaknesses?”

Mr. Darcy not used to talking about himself added a little more, “My estate is a full ten miles around. I have many tenants and servants that are under my care. I try to be honest and fair with all yet I am strict and demand that each fulfill their duties to their best abilities. When they do so I reward them in return, however when they fail I reprimand them accordingly and stress the importance of succeeding.”

With this Mr. Bennet laughed. “Why son, no wonder Miss Elizabeth did not respond favorably to you, she is all spirit and liveliness and you are quite dull. I suggest you give us now and save yourself the trouble. You are destined to fail if this is all you are.”

Mr. Darcy was slightly offended, but swallowed his pride and tried again. “Sir, I was born at Pemberley and lived with my parents as an only child for more than twelve years. I began life observing a couple that had a deep love and regard for each other. They preferred to be with each other and me more than anything else in the world. I thoroughly enjoyed going to the orangery with my mother to smell the flowers and have her read to me. I also loved to follow my father around the estate mimicking and copying him in all that he did. I would move as he moved and talk as he talked as I desperately tried to be just like him. My mother became very sick while she was pregnant with Georgiana. I stayed by her daily begging my father to end her illness. One day my father came to me in tears and said my mother wanted me. When I went to her she was dressed in the most beautiful ball gown I had ever seen. It was a deep red, which was brilliant against her pale white skin. She had on the family jewels and had her hair done in a most exquisite design. I sat by her for many hours talking. She told me many things that she said she hoped to wait until I was older to tell but was afraid if she did not say them now then she would not be able to later. I did not know what she meant but I listened to all she said, especially about the those things that she encouraged me many times over and over, almost begging me to repeat each thing she said to ingrain it into me. The one she dwelled on most was that she wanted me to marry for love and only the love she had for my father. She was almost desperate to make me understand at such a young age what true love was. Although I was unable to tell her, I knew what it was when I looked at my father who was standing beside the door crying. Once I completed all of my talk with mother, father escorted me to the housekeeper Mrs. Reynolds to be put to bed for the night. That was the last time I saw my mother alive. The next morning Mrs. Reynolds came in to me carrying the most beautiful doll I have ever seen. She looked as if she had been crying but told me that the doll was my angel from heaven to watch over and guard for the rest of my days. She said my mother especially wanted me to have her and protect her. From that day forward my sister Georgiana became my angel for me to guard with my life. My father told me that Georgiana was named in honor of love, for she carried the name of two people who loved each other more than live itself, George for my father and Anne for my mother. My mother had died that night in childbirth and my father was never the same after that. He was withdrawn and distant from both Georgiana and I. He died years later from grief that started that horrible night that he was never able to recover from.”

There was a pause here, but Mr. Bennet knew nothing was required to be said.

“I laugh when I think that it was almost since that day, when I was but just over twelve, that I began the management of Pemberley and care for my infant sister. Though my father’s steward did most of the work on the estate for years he trained me as he did it and handled all as I went to Cambridge. In addition, Mrs. Reynolds took over the care of Georgiana always appearing as if she defaulted decisions to me. That is so long as the decision coincided with her own. I think she must have even taken over the raising of me as well. She is to this day as a mother to both Georgiana and myself. The day my father passed away was but a few months after I came of age to formally assume responsibility of Pemberley, I moved easily into the position of master and joint guardian of my dearest angel Georgiana.” Here Darcy paused again.

Mr. Bennet just continued to listen.

“During those years of my life I had to grow and learn faster than any gentleman should ever have to. I missed out on many assemblies, evenings at my clubs and theater showings. Georgiana was now over ten years old and I was beginning to see that she was going to require more than just a brothers presence, a housekeeper’s devotion and a child’s governess and nurse to ensure she was clean, dressed, fed and loved. She required a ladies education. With the help of Lady Matlock, one of my aunts I was persuaded to take Georgiana to London and engaged a ladies governess and companion to oversee her education and return with her to Pemberley. I oversaw her education with the lady for the next couple of years. At the age of fifteen her studies had greatly progressed and much of her education was done on her own as she was already outstripping her educator. Her governess resigned and I decided to hire a fully companion and educational masters instead. It was at this point that I decided to step back and begin spending time with my friends that I had neglected for many years. Unfortunately at this point an event occurred that I would rather choose not to share. Since then I have tried to trust and have feeling around others, but to be honest I have felt nothing for anyone besides my dear Georgiana, my closest family and my truest friend Mr. Charles Bingley. I have never before wanted to have the respect and esteem of anyone before Miss Elizabeth Bennet and this is a very new sensation to me.”

Mr. Bennet was beginning to understand this gentleman and decided he had said enough for the evening and that Mr. Bennet would provide him information about his family and said daughter.

“Well now I am beginning to know the true man behind the stature of Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, Master of Pemberley. It is definitely evident that you have had much responsibility from an earlier age than any other that I know. I think that your life’s events would make the wildest youth somber; as it appears you were never wild it is evident why you appear to be so reserved. I also take it back that you have no liveliness and passion; you just keep it to yourself not allowing just anyone to see it. With the right inducement in your life that passion will break free and you will be very happy”

Mr. Darcy nodded in agreement at the description thus presented about himself.

With that nod Mr. Bennet proceeded. “Sir, I could tell you much about the Bennet family, however I rather think that your interest lies with one in particular of that household, therefore let us dedicate today to discussing her. Does that suit your plans?”

Darcy readily assented that it did and asked his new friend to proceed.

Mr. Bennet began as thus: “First of all before I begin I should tell you that letting Miss Lizzy see a glimpse of the passion that you just showed me would get you a lot farther than anything else you could do. She loves to see passion and purpose in others because she has so much herself.”

“Thank you sir, I shall look for an opportunity to teach her all there is to know about me and my passions.” This was said with a smile by Mr. Darcy. Mr. Bennet was happy that he should do so but as a father hesitant that Mr. Darcy should show Elizabeth too much of his passions.

“Good then, Miss Elizabeth Bennet was a very active child. I have already mentioned to you that as a particular favorite of her fathers she was allowed to attend to his estate business with him, but what I have yet to relate is the fact that she was also allowed many additional liberties that most daughters of a gentleman are not allowed.”

Darcy inwardly smiled at this and Mr. Bennet continued.

“As I mentioned before the two eldest Bennet daughters lived apart from the family for extended amounts of time. When they would return from the “stifling town”, as Elizabeth called it, she would take every opportunity ramble about the countryside unattended. She began this about as early as I can remember, in fact I can barely remember her ever not doing so. In so saying, I can also not remember a time that Miss Elizabeth Bennet has not had an avid interest in tree climbing since it also developed at this time.”

Darcy’s eyebrows rose at this comment and Mr. Bennet began to laugh, “Yes indeed Mr. Darcy, you heard me correctly Miss Bennet has an interest in countryside rambling and climbing trees. I see you are laughing even harder at that comment, but you heard and interpreted it correctly, she has had and still does have and affinity in climbing trees, particularly at Oakham Mount.” The last was said with a bit of emphasis as it was obvious that the gentleman intended Mr. Darcy to remember the location.

Oakham Mount did not sound familiar to Darcy; however he noted it as a place of import and stored it in his mind for future retrieval.

“As a young child she would climb to the highest point possible and then sit on the branch and sing. Oh how her mother would get angry with her. Frequently I would be enjoying the evening, of course in the Longbourn library, and I would be entertained with the ranting of Mrs. Bennet on the lady we were just speaking of. Can you imagine a nine year old being scolded that if she did not present herself in the fashion of a lady that she would never catch a husband?”

Mr. Darcy could not help but laugh at this, what a sight that would have been.

“You laugh, so you must not realize that the ranting of how to catch an eligible husband began at the ripe age of about four or five for the Misses Jane and Elizabeth, I believe it was about the time they were sent to town to stay with Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner. To top it off I fear that it has only increased as Mrs. Bennet gave up on having a son and as the girls age each year without having secured a husband. As an intimate friend of the family I have been acquainted with many such speeches. Sir, as a gentleman you can imagine that I never would have dreamed such speeches would accost my ears. Never would I have assumed my ears would hear them as frequently as they have over the years as I visited Longbourn. Where was I, oh yes…? Miss Lizzy and her tree climbing escapades. I know for a fact, in fact I am so sure I would bet my own life on it, that Miss Lizzy still climbs trees, however by the age of twelve she had perfected the art of disguise from her mother and so she still does so, but with peace. Why just last week as I was riding at Oakham Mount my ears were accosted with a most delightful melody. As I rode under the largest tree at the mount the sound increased and as I looked up I saw 75 feet above me the pretty lady perched on a branch singing melodies from the “Marriage of Figaro” at the top of her most delightful voice.”

Darcy smiled at all that Mr. Bennet said.

“Have you had the opportunity to hear Miss Bennet sing Mr. Darcy?”

“I have not sir, however I doubt anything would be more delightful, especially if I was permitted to hear the melody while Miss Elizabeth was thus engaged in a tree.”

“Have you yet seen Oakham Mount?”

“I have not sir,” and with a slight smile in the older gentleman’s direction he added, “Though I assure you I shall be visiting there very soon, to take in the beauty of the Mount of course.”

Had Mr. Darcy known who his informant truly was he would never have been so upfront with him.

Mr. Bennet inwardly smiled at Mr. Darcy’s comment, but he was also unnerved by it. Yet, he was not done.

“Mr. Darcy, I am afraid it is getting late, but I beg to ask you to answer my question from earlier that was avoided. Why would an association with Miss Lizzy make you put aside your family obligation? I would assume your family obligation would be to marry and produce an heir to carry on the Darcy legacy. Is there more to this than your family assuming you would marry a woman of wealth which as I already said is not the Bennet ladies?” Mr. Bennet had learned a lot from his new friend today and knew that his Lizzy would soon be lost to him. Earlier Mr. Darcy had avoided answering a question and Mr. Bennet wanted to know the answer, as it would most assuredly affect Lizzy’s happiness.

Mr. Darcy rubbed his hand across his brow and leaned forward head in hands thinking of how to phrase his answer to the question. “Sir, that is a great question that I have asked myself many times since meeting Miss Elizabeth. I have two answers. First is an off the cuff answer that stems from discussions with family members. It has long been assumed that I would make an alliance with my cousin thus combining our estates and fortunes. Even if I do not marry her the remainder of the family assumes I will marry wealth and consequence, thus furthering my position in society. But then I think of the other side of my family, my long dead precious parents. They would want me to marry only to secure my happiness. They wanted me to marry for love, for happiness and joy, but unfortunately they are the only ones who know they told me this. Many times I have argued with the Fitzwilliam clan, which includes the Early and Lady of Matlock and Lady Catherine de Bourgh about my intentions surrounding the topic of marriage. My aunts and uncle feel I am remembering only what I want and they believe my parents would want me to marry for love as long as it was within my own sphere of wealth and importance. I however feel that they meant it regardless of sphere. What do you think?” Darcy looked up at the gentlemen expectantly as he stopped rubbing his head. He desperately wanted someone to agree with him because he could feel himself becoming lost each time he heard more about Miss Elizabeth Bennet, a lady of no sphere or wealth.

“I agree that your parent would want you to marry for love, respect, esteem and joy regardless of sphere or wealth. I know that is what I would want for my children. In saying that I would also want them to be comfortable and not jeopardize their own situation and forget that the future must be planned for.” Mr. Bennet was now positive he would lose his Lizzy and he was beginning to be more comfortable with who he knew would be her choice.

“Sir, I do not need the wealth of a wife to secure my future. My income is more than enough to sustain myself and Georgiana and any future family I bring there for quite some time regardless of anything else. I could marry someone who comes with nothing but the dress she wears if that is my wish. I just wish that if I choose someone in such a situation that my family would accept her as I do, unfortunately I fear if I did not choose someone that they approve she may never be accepted or mentioned by any of them except in order to pain her.”

Mr. Bennet could see Mr. Darcy’s pain and knew why he was reluctant to chase after his feelings, he already cared for her enough that he would rather harm his own feelings by not having her than have his family injure her.

Mr Darcy and Mr. Bennet agreed that it was getting late and since the rain had let up slightly to just a drizzle they decided that now would be the perfect time to head home. Each agreed that they should meet the day after tomorrow at this same location. It had been determined throughout the stay that this was an ideal location to pass the time in discussion.

With one last entreaty from Mr. Darcy to learn who his informant was and the other again denying the knowledge the two men departed with a quick bow to each other.

Mr. Bennet arrived home and went straight to his library. Mrs. Bennet was still congratulating herself that she had devised such a plan to keep Jane at Netherfield since the rain had again began and Jane had not returned during the period that it had subsided. Upon hearing the commotion Mr. Bennet asked Elizabeth into his library to learn the situation.

Mr. Bennet was not pleased, however resolved that nothing could be done about it at present. Likewise Elizabeth was upset about the occurrences; however like her father she could do nothing but hope her sister was well until Jane came home on the morrow.

When Mr. Bingley and Colonel Fitzwilliam returned to Netherfield after dining with the officers they were met by Mr. Bingley’s man who informed them that Miss Jane Bennet had taken ill while visiting for tea and was thus occupying the last guest room on the 2nd floor. Mr. Bingley was confused by the pronouncement, but hurried to his sisters for an explanation.

Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst were sitting on the settee discussing Pemberley and the alterations that Miss Bingley planned to make once she became its mistress when Mr. Bingley came hurrying in with Colonel Fitzwilliam right behind him.

The two were then forced to explain that they had invited Miss Jane for tea and she had shown up on horseback during the rain. During tea she had become ill and been taken to the guest quarters to recover. Miss Bingley ensured Mr. Bingley that it was a trifling cold and that she would be well enough in the morning to head home.

Mr. Bingley truly hoped she would be well in the morning so that he would not need to worry about his sweet angel and spent the rest of the evening ordering the servants to make Miss Bennet as comfortable as possible and provide to her everything that she could possibly want or need. Everyone was to give her their utmost care and attention.

Colonel Fitzwilliam sat back smiling and when Darcy returned he accompanied him to the library and related all of the events to him. Mr. Darcy voiced his concerns and hopes that she would quickly recover and the two spent the rest of the evening in quite discussion. Throughout their discussion it became evident to the Colonel that this was the moment he should approach the subject of the party at Lucas Lodge and the occurrences between Darcy and Miss Bennet and his over hearings.

Hesitantly the colonel began… “Darcy, I see that you are well now and that upon leaving the library at Lucas Lodge last night you were significantly better than when I took you in there, but still I must ask are you well?”

Darcy had all but forgotten the mood he had been in when he entered the library at Lucas Lodge the night before and slightly smiled to himself as he began to remember all that the anonymous gentleman had told him. His only statement to Fitzwilliam was “I am quite well Fitzwilliam, think no more of it.”

The Colonel was glad to hear it but by no means was he satisfied with the answer. “Darcy, come man, we have always been candid with each other and you know I will accept nothing except the full truth. I was dancing next to you and overheard the whole of it. Come man there is no way a man of your feeling and character is quite well after such a setting down.”

Darcy sighed, but Fitzwilliam knew that meant he was wearing down and one more push and he would have his information.

“Darcy, tell me, maybe I can help.”

To no surprise of the colonel Darcy pursed his lips and began. “Well you already admitted that you heard the whole of the conversation so you are fully aware of what occurred between the two of us, am I correct?”

With that the colonel nodded.

“What you are not aware of is what occurred in the library subsequent to your departure. I was berating Miss Bennet and myself under my breath. When I turned around to leave I became aware that I was not alone in the library. I was at first upset at the man for invading on my privacy; however he was unapologetic and intrigued me, come to mention it he was down right rude to me. The two of us began to talk and I determined that he is a close friend to the Bennet family. He talked to me of that family and a bit about Miss Elizabeth. I began to understand them better. I have hope and must believe that Miss Bennet will not stay mad at me forever and therefore I am quite well and looking forward to meeting her again and apologizing.”

With that Darcy stopped talking and looked at the Colonel waiting a reply.

“Admit it man you like this Miss Bennet don’t you?”

Darcy hesitated and looked straight at the Colonel, he knew not whether he should answer because he knew that the Fitzwilliam family had no secrets. Despite his inner struggle of whether or not to answer he decided that the colonel knew him well and the statement was not truly a question, it was just phrased as such for the benefit of conversation. With that knowledge Darcy began. “I do, however know this Fitzwilliam that I am aware that you are unable to keep your mouth closed. I may like the lady, but what man could ignore a pretty face. I have no present intentions towards the lady and so would advise you to keep your counsel instead of informing the family in the morning post that I am head over heels in love.”

Fitzwilliam laughed and said “Darcy man, I of all people know what a pretty face can do to a man, but I did not realize they affected you as such.” The last was said with a sly grin. “My perception is that as long as they have soft delicate voices, long eyelashes and wear beautiful flowing dresses that cling to their delicate figures (here Fitzwilliam raised the pitch of his voice and batted his eyelashes as he moved his hands mimicking the figure of a well endowed lady) I will pay them attention. I do confess however, that Miss Elizabeth Bennet has a rare beauty that is not easily matched, perhaps I should pursue, her myself. Or not… I suppose… since I need a lady of fortune and it appears as she has none unless the neighborhood gossip in not accurate.”

“No, I am afraid the gossip is accurate.”

As the last was said Colonel Fitzwilliam stood and prepared to leave the room.

Fitzwilliam smiled broadly clasped Darcy on the shoulder and said in a conspiring voice. “I will tell you a secret cousin. I had many over hearings yesterday and my earlier one would have been your advantage to know sooner.”

Darcy was very interested and raised his brow as a signal for the Colonel to continue.

“I overheard Miss Bennet in conversation with her friend Miss Lucas as they extolled the virtues and their views of love and marriage. I must say that Miss Lucas is not worthy of being pursued due to her view of a match solely to be well situated, but Miss Bennet, now she freely and spiritedly explained how she would only marry for love, respect and esteem of her partner. Do you not think a woman like that is worthy? I believe I have often heard you spouting much of the same cousin, perhaps she is your soul mate!” With the last said the Colonel did not wait for a response, he unclasped Darcy’s shoulder and left the room in a few long smooth strides before Darcy could begin to deny everything as Fitzwilliam knew he was sure to do.

Chapter 9 – Elizabeth Visits Jane at Netherfield

Posted on Wednesday, 5 March 2008

The morning following the rain dawned a beautiful sunny day and breakfast was scarcely over when a servant from Netherfield brought the following note for Elizabeth:

“MY DEAREST LIZZY, --
“I find myself very unwell this morning, which, I suppose, is to be imputed to my getting wet through yesterday. My kind friends will not hear of my returning till I am better. They insist also on my seeing Mr. Jones--therefore do not be alarmed if you should hear of his having been to me--and, excepting a sore throat and headache, there is not much the matter with me. --Yours, etc.”

“Well, my dear,” said Mr. Bennet, when Elizabeth had read the note aloud, “if your daughter should have a dangerous fit of illness—if she should die, it would be a comfort to know that it was all in pursuit of Mr. Bingley, and under your orders.”

“Oh! I am not afraid of her dying. People do not die of little trifling colds. She will be taken good care of. As long as she stays there, it is all very well. I would go and see her if I could have the carriage.”

Elizabeth, feeling really anxious, was determined to go to her, though the carriage was not to be had; and as she was no horsewoman, walking was her only alternative. She declared her resolution.

“How can you be so silly,” cried her mother, “as to think of such a thing, in all this dirt! You will not be fit to be seen when you get there.”

“I shall be very fit to see Jane--which is all I want.”

Elizabeth set out on her walk crossing field after field at a quick pace, jumping over stiles and springing over puddles with impatient activity, and finding herself at last within view of the house, with weary ankles, dirty stockings, and a face glowing with the warmth of exercise.

Upon reaching the edge of Netherfield lawn Elizabeth came face to face with Mr. Darcy. Mr. Darcy was so stunned by the appearance of the one he had just been meditating that he could not determine whether or not she was real and so just stood there gaping at her.

Elizabeth was not sure he was going to say anything or not and so once her curtsy had been completed she thus began, “Mr. Darcy, I am come to see my sister.” When no response was give she continued, “Would you be so good as to take me to her?”

With that Mr. Darcy came to his senses, agreed and began walking towards the house. Half way to the house Mr. Darcy remembered himself and his manners and offered Elizabeth his arm.

Elizabeth who had been wondering how many faults were running through Mr. Darcy’s head on her person to make him this out of sorts was determined not to accept. This was the first time they had seen each other since the unfortunate dance together at Lucas Lodge.

Mr. Darcy was disappointed that she had not accepted his arm. His disappointment was even more acute as it was a sure sign that she was still upset at him for his comments at the party at Lucas Lodge while they were dancing. He decided he must remedy the situation soon before Miss Bennet became more upset at him. With the decision to take action firm in his mind he thus began “Miss Bennet, before I take you to your sister could I bother you for a few minutes of your time to discuss something with you?”

Elizabeth was unsure whether she wanted to take time away from her visit with her sister to listen. Yet she was slightly curious as to what he could possibly have to say to her. So she nodded in agreement.

Darcy noticed a large stone crafter resting bench along the gravel walk and indicated towards it for Elizabeth to seat herself. Elizabeth and Darcy both sat down and Darcy began. “Miss Bennet I want to apologize to you for my behavior at the party at Lucas Lodge. I in no way meant for it to be taken as an insult to you or your family.”

He paused there for Elizabeth to reply. Elizabeth was thoughtful, but did not respond immediately. Darcy who was on edge already was even more disheartened by her silence and so quickly continued. “Miss Bennet, I will be honest with you and please do not take offense at anything I tell you now. I am sure you are aware of my worth since I have heard your own mother mention it. Well in ton I frequently hear it mentioned by ladies and their mothers, however their intentions are in no way honorable, they are generally mercenary. Thus it puts me on edge in society whenever I hear it mentioned. The fact that I have heard your mother discuss the worth of myself, Bingley and Fitzwilliam and then you yourself mentioned marriage I automatically jumped to a conclusion that I now see was not accurate. I again apologize for my cold manner and offense I ought not have said anything no matter what your intentions. But because I did I am glad that it had a positive result in that you were able to clarify your position for me so that I did not misunderstand your views on the subject.”

With that Darcy stood and stated “Thank you for your time, I will now escort you to your sister.”

Elizabeth stayed sitting and said “Mr. Darcy, I appreciate your honesty and apology. I confess you were wrong when you assumed I had mercenary intentions in telling you I am expected to marry and leave home, however I give you credit for your observations. I have often tried to limit the vocalizations of my mother while in company about the fortunes of gentlemen in the neighborhood or the eligibility of her daughters; however it is not to be. I recommend that you ignore her as the rest of the neighborhood does. You will in time determine that she is harmless and only has the best interest of her daughters in mind. As for myself I should not have been so forthright in my admissions or so bitter in my response to you. My frankness often gets me in trouble, yet no matter how I try I can not curb it. I suppose that is because I truly do not wish to.”

Darcy smiled at the description and again offered her his arm to escort her to the house. This time Elizabeth took his arm as they strode towards Netherfield. Darcy was pleased that since she had accepted his arm, it was a sure sign that she was mending in her opinion of him. All Elizabeth could think about was how unexpected, honest, artless and open his apology was. All the feelings she had felt for Mr. Darcy before came back full force as did a few new ones.

Elizabeth was shown into the breakfast-parlor by Mr. Darcy, where all but Jane was assembled, and where her appearance created a great deal of surprise. It was incredible to Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley that she walked three miles after such a bad rain. Mr. Bingley was overjoyed to have her visit her sister and was all that politeness could be. Colonel Fitzwilliam was admiring her strength and stamina at walking the distance without so much as one heavy breath and Darcy was admiring her person and the affects that the vigorous walk had on her complexion. Mr. Hurst said nothing at all.

Her inquiries after her sister were not very favorably answered. Miss Bennet had slept ill, and though up, was very feverish, and not well enough to leave her room. Elizabeth was glad to be taken to her immediately; and Jane, who had only been withheld by the fear of giving alarm or inconvenience from expressing in her note how much she longed for such a visit, was delighted at her entrance. She was not equal, however, too much conversation, and when Miss Bingley left them together, could attempt little besides expressions of gratitude for the extraordinary kindness she was treated with. Elizabeth silently attended her.

When breakfast was over the sisters joined them; and Elizabeth decided to take the opportunity to get a book from the Netherfield library to entertain her while she attend Jane. No one was in the library so Elizabeth took a few minutes to browse the collection at her leisure. She noticed that although the room was large the selection was more limited than someone of Mr. Bingley’s status normally is, but it had a few books that she was not familiar with. She continued to look and as she was preparing to leave she spotted an interesting looking book on the top shelf. Unfortunately she was just short enough that she could not reach it. Elizabeth began to stretch and lean in all unusual manners trying to make herself tall enough to reach the book. It was at this time that Mr. Darcy entered the room where the lovely sight arrested him. As Elizabeth had her back to Darcy she did not notice him enter and stop to admire her. After a few moments Elizabeth decided she would not be able to reach the book without assistance and quickly grabbed the small chair next to the shelf, slid it over and jumped on it to reach the book. It was now that Darcy decided to make himself known and try to help.

“Miss Elizabeth, please let me be of service to you.” He walked over to her, but was too late, she had already grabbed the book and was already studying its pages as she remained standing on the chair.

Elizabeth blushed slightly and said “Mr. Darcy, sir, I did not see you there. I am just come to get a book to occupy my time with my sister above stairs. This one looked particularly interesting and since it was too high I decided…” Elizabeth was blushing more at the realization that he knew exactly what she had done and had no need to retell it.

Mr. Darcy took the book from her, offered her his hand and helped her off of the chair. He then turned the book over to inspect its title, already knowing full well what it was since he had set the book there himself just the night before and was at that very moment going to retrieve it. “Oh what a good choice Miss Bennet, though this is not a title that ladies normally delight in. I have read it myself and highly recommend it.”

Elizabeth colored again and stated “I know that it is not one that ladies normally read Mr. Darcy, but as I told you at the party at Lucas Lodge I am my father’s son. Not only have I been permitted to attend to the estate with him, but also as he is rather fond of education and reading he has allowed me to read any literature that I see fit. Including those not generally read by ladies of society. If you do not mind I will just take the book and return to Jane’s room to attend to her.” With that said Elizabeth snatched the book from Darcy’s hands and began to walk from the room.

Mr. Darcy thought quickly and decided to make a comment before she left again just to ensure that there was no way she could construe a misunderstanding or think that he disapproved of something about her. “Miss Bennet, I am glad that your father has attended your education so thoroughly. I also believe it is appropriate for a lady to improve her mind by extensive reading of all forms of literature and have thus encouraged my sister to do the same. Although she is younger than you and most likely has not read as much as you have her reading has been extensive and I am sure that the two of you would be able to have enjoyable conversation discussing literature that is not in fashion for most ladies of society.”

“Thank you Mr. Darcy; if I ever have the pleasure of meeting Miss Darcy I would be delighted to discuss literature with her.” Elizabeth turned and left to attend Jane.

Mr. Darcy smiled, content that he had just shown Miss Elizabeth that he approved of her reading habits. He hoped he was now on track to show her that he approved of her. The other side of his mind was telling him to slow down as he himself did not know how far his intentions were running and did not want to give hope where he was not sure he wanted to go.

The apothecary came at the same time that Elizabeth returned, and having examined his patient, said, as might be supposed, that she had caught a violent cold, and that they must endeavor to get the better of it; advised her to stay in bed, and promised her some draughts. The advice was followed readily, for the feverish symptoms increased, and her head ached acutely. Elizabeth did not quit her room for a moment; and upon hearing the apothecary’s diagnosis Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley did not return once saying they had no desire to get sick themselves.

When the clock struck three, Elizabeth felt that she must go, and very unwillingly said so. Elizabeth demanded no less than a promise from Miss Bingley that she would personally attend to Jane. When Miss Bingley could not provide her the promise she instead offered an invitation to remain at Netherfield for the present. Elizabeth most thankfully consented, and a servant was dispatched to Longbourn to acquaint the family with her stay and bring back a supply of clothes.

Chapter 10 – 1st Evening at Netherfield

When Elizabeth was summoned to dinner Jane was by no means better. Mr. Bingley was all solicitude and demanded that all attention be paid to Jane. His sisters, on hearing this, repeated three or four times how much they were grieved, how shocking it was to have a bad cold, and how excessively they disliked being ill themselves; and then thought no more of the matter: and their indifference towards Jane made Elizabeth dislike them.

During dinner Elizabeth was interested in watching Miss Bingley’s attentions to Mr. Darcy and wondering at their unusual relationship. It was obvious that Miss Bingley wanted Mr. Darcy’s attentions fully on herself, yet it was obvious to Elizabeth that Mr. Darcy was disgusted with her advances and wanted nothing of them or her. Elizabeth could also tell that Miss Bingley was not pleased with her although she could not fathom why since the two had barley spoken to each other. But since Elizabeth cared not for her opinion she thought no more on the matter.

When dinner was over, Elizabeth returned directly to Jane and sat with her until late in the evening. When she had the pleasure of seeing Jane sleeping peacefully she decided that it was rather rude of her to not attend to the party downstairs, so gathering the book she had borrowed from Mr. Bingley’s library she joined the party downstairs.

On entering the drawing-room she found the whole party at loo, and was immediately invited to join them; but suspecting them to be playing high she declined it, and making her sister the excuse, said she would amuse herself for the short time she could stay below, with a book.

Mr. Hurst looked at her with astonishment. “Do you prefer reading to cards?” said he; “that is rather singular.”

“Miss Eliza Bennet,” said Miss Bingley, “despises cards. She is a great reader, and has no pleasure in anything else.” She laughed at the conclusion of her statement.

“I deserve neither such praise nor such censure,” cried Elizabeth; “I am NOT a great reader, and I have great pleasure in many things.”

“In nursing your sister back to health I am sure you have pleasure,” said Bingley; “and I hope it will be soon increased by seeing her quite well.”

Elizabeth thanked him, and then went back to reading her book.

“What is it that you are reading Miss Bennet?” asked Colonel Fitzwilliam.

Elizabeth responded and looked quickly at each person in the room. Darcy was smiling to himself and the ladies and Mr. Bingley had a look as if they knew not what she was talking about. Mr. Hurst had no look at all. She then went on speaking to Mr. Bingley, “I found it this morning on the top shelf of your library and took the liberty of borrowing it for some reading during my stay while I am with Jane. I hope you do not mind Mr. Bingley.”

“Very well, you have nothing to fear, you may borrow any book you like and for any duration of time. Although the collection is small I have more than I look into, which is evident because I do not even recognize the name of that book.”

Miss Bingley began to say “I am astonished, that my father should have left so small a collection of books. What a delightful library you have at Pemberley, Mr. Darcy!”

“It ought to be good,” he replied, “it has been the work of many generations.”

“And then you have added so much to it yourself, you are always buying books.”

“I cannot comprehend the neglect of a family library in such days as these.”

“Neglect! I am sure you neglect nothing that can add to the beauties of that noble place. Charles, when you build YOUR house, I wish it may be half as delightful as Pemberley.”

It was here that the Colonel interrupted with a mischievous smile. “Say Darcy is that the same book you were reading last night before we began talking and placed up on the upper shelf in the library for safe keeping?”

Darcy gave the Colonel a pointed look to not say anything more but he Colonel was bent on having some fun. The fact was that the Colonel knew that Darcy would get nowhere since he was downright awful with women. The Colonel thought that a good step in laying the foundation for her to like his cousin would be to let her know that they shared an interest in the same book. The Colonel had seen Darcy smile when she mentioned the book and knew that he was pleased that she had selected his book out of those that were in the library.

“Oh, Mr. Darcy, I am so sorry, have I taken the book you have been reading, this place marker here must be yours then?” asked Elizabeth as she held up a stiff piece of brown leather and began to close the book and hand it to Darcy. “Why did you not say something earlier when we met in the library?”

Here the Colonel raised his brows in Darcy’s direction. So he had already made some discussion on the book with Miss Bennet. Well done Darcy the Colonel thought to himself.

Darcy waved his hand “No, No, I was not reading it. I was just using it as a reference resource. In my last letter from Georgiana she was inquiring about another book that was similar to this one and since she and I have read them both she was seeking a point of clarification. You may read it for as long as you desire. The reason Bingley does not recognize it is because it is a book from Pemberley, not Netherfield.”

“Thank you, I assure you I will not crease or ruin it. Mr. Darcy does your sister often seek clarification from you while reading?”

“She does.” Darcy continued “Georgiana no longer has a governess and so she and I frequently chose a book to read together and then discuss our opinion and thoughts on the topic. It always provides intelligent conversation between us and further increases her education”

“I frequently do the same with my father.”

“If you have any particular opinions you would like to discuss about this book or any other which I have read I would be honored to discuss them with you at any time.” Elizabeth smiled and Darcy felt emboldened. “Also, if you have suggestions of other books that you would be interested in discussing you need just mention them and I would also be honored to read them and discuss them as well. If I have not read those that you suggest then it will give me an opportunity to read another. I am always looking to further my knowledge by reading new material. Once you have completed this one you need only ask and I may be of additional service to you in providing a few more titles that you may enjoy.” Darcy was out of breath and his heart was racing. This was the longest speech he had made in some time and it was obvious to him that Colonel Fitzwilliam was enjoying it a bit too much.

Elizabeth smile and said “Thank you, I will remember that.”

Miss Bingley felt that she was losing Darcy’s attention and thus thought to get it back. “Mr. Darcy, I would also enjoy discussing book opinions with you. As I was saying earlier you have never neglected your library and I have often commented on how splendid it is. Why I think it is the finest room in all of Pemberley. Charles when you take your house you must have a library as fine as Pemberley.”

“I wish I may Caroline.”

“But I would really advise you to make your purchase in that neighborhood, and take Pemberley for a kind of model. There is not a finer county in England than Derbyshire.” said Caroline quickly.

“With all my heart; I will buy Pemberley itself if Darcy will sell it.”

“I am talking of possibilities, Charles.”

“Upon my word, Caroline, I should think it more possible to get Pemberley by purchase than by imitation.”

Caroline was not pleased with this answer and decided to try a new topic to draw Mr. Darcy back to the conversation.

“Is Miss Darcy much grown since the spring?” said Miss Bingley; “Will she be as tall as I am?”

“She is now about Miss Elizabeth Bennet's height, or rather taller.” said Darcy as he looked out the corner of his eye for Elizabeth’s reaction.

The colonel could not lose an opportunity to tease Darcy and here he said “Are you sure Darcy, upon my honor I think she is a bit taller. Maybe you should stand up with Miss Elizabeth again to properly assess her height. You may not be able to accurately tell unless you are standing close.”

Both Elizabeth and Darcy blushed as if on cue.

Miss Bingley most assuredly did not want Darcy to do such a thing and hurriedly continued on as if nothing had been mentioned. “How I long to see her again! I never met with anybody who delighted me so much. Such a countenance, such manners! And so extremely accomplished for her age! Her performance on the pianoforte is exquisite.”

“It is amazing to me,” said Bingley, “how young ladies can have patience to be so very accomplished as they all are.”

“All young ladies accomplished! My dear Charles, what do you mean?”

“Yes, all of them, I think. They all paint tables, cover screens, and net purses. I scarcely know anyone who cannot do all this, and I am sure I never heard a young lady spoken of for the first time, without being informed that she was very accomplished.”

“Your list of the common extent of accomplishments,” said the Colonel “has too much truth. The word is applied to many a woman who deserves it no otherwise than by netting a purse or covering a screen. But I am very far from agreeing with you in your estimation of ladies in general. I cannot boast of knowing more than half-a-dozen, in the whole range of my acquaintance, that are really accomplished.”

“Nor I, I am sure,” said Miss Bingley.

“Then,” observed Elizabeth, “you must comprehend a great deal in your idea of an accomplished woman.”

“Yes, I do comprehend a great deal in it.”

Miss Bingley thought this was the perfect opportunity to point out her accomplishments to Mr. Darcy and so she began. “No one can be really esteemed accomplished who does not greatly surpass what is usually met with. A woman must have a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing, and the modern languages, to deserve the word; and besides all this, she must possess a certain something in her air and manner of walking, the tone of her voice, her address and expressions, or the word will be but half-deserved.”

“All this, she must possess,” added Darcy, “and to all this she must yet add something more substantial, in the improvement of her mind by extensive reading.”

The colonel smiled, this was not one of his requirements of an accomplished woman, but it was one of Darcy’s and knowing Miss Bingley most certainly did not match the description yet Miss Elizabeth did made him smile.

“I am no longer surprised at your knowing ONLY six accomplished women. I rather wonder now at your knowing ANY.” This was said in jest as Elizabeth had heard this from Darcy earlier in the day and that she realized that Miss Bingley was listing the qualities she thought she herself had and it appeared as the Colonel had all but dropped out of the conversation, although to those who knew him they knew he was still intently listening. Elizabeth was also cognizant of the fact that there she sat with an open book on her lap and was a bit embarrassed. She decided she had heard enough and stated that she must check on Jane. With that she stood and went upstairs.

“Elizabeth Bennet,” said Miss Bingley, when the door was closed on her, “is one of those young ladies who seek to recommend themselves to the other sex by undervaluing their own; and with many men, I dare say, it succeeds. But, in my opinion, it is a paltry device, a very mean art.”

“Undoubtedly,” replied the Colonel and Darcy in unison and the Colonel continued “there is meanness in all the arts which ladies sometimes condescend to employ for captivation. Whatever bears affinity to cunning is despicable.”

Miss Bingley was not so entirely satisfied and even a bit affronted with this reply and thus discontinued the subject.

Elizabeth joined them again only to say that her sister was worse, and that she could not leave her. Bingley urged Mr. Jones being sent for immediately; while his sisters, convinced that no country advice could be of any service, recommended an express to town for one of the most eminent physicians. Elizabeth declined the ladies but she was not so unwilling to comply with their brother's proposal; and it was settled that Mr. Jones should be sent for early in the morning, if Jane were not decidedly better.

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