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Chapter 11 – Mrs. Bennet Visits

Posted on Saturday, 8 March 2008

Elizabeth passed the chief of the night in her sister's room, and in the morning had the pleasure of being able to send a tolerable answer to the inquiries which she very early received from Mr. Bingley by a housemaid, and some time afterwards from the two elegant ladies who waited on his sisters. In spite of this amendment, however, she requested to have a note sent to Longbourn, desiring her mother to visit Jane, and form her own judgment of her situation. The note was immediately dispatched, and its contents as quickly complied with.

Mrs. Bennet, accompanied by her two youngest girls, reached Netherfield soon after the family breakfast. Had she found Jane in any apparent danger, Mrs. Bennet would have been very miserable; but being satisfied on seeing her that her illness was not alarming, she had no wish of her recovering immediately, as her restoration to health would probably remove her from Netherfield. She would not listen, therefore, to her daughter's proposal of being carried home. To top it off the apothecary, who arrived about the same time, did not think it at all advisable for Miss Bennet to travel in her ill state.

Seeing that Jane’s illness was not dangerous Mrs. Bennet was ready to leave Jane here at Netherfield in the hands of a nursemaid and Lizzy. Lizzy, her mother and younger sisters attended a housemaid to the breakfast parlor where the Netherfield party was gathered. Bingley met them with hopes that Mrs. Bennet had not found Miss Bennet worse than she expected. “Indeed I have, sir,” was her answer. “She is a great deal too ill to be moved. Mr. Jones says we must not think of moving her. We must trespass a little longer on your kindness.”

“Removed!” cried Bingley. “It must not be thought of. My sister, I am sure, will not hear of her removal.”

“You may depend upon it, Madam,” said Miss Bingley, with cold civility, “that Miss Bennet will receive every possible attention while she remains with us.”

Mrs. Bennet was profuse in her acknowledgments. “I am sure,” she added, “if it was not for such good friends I do not know what would become of her, for she is very ill indeed, and suffers a vast deal, though with the greatest patience in the world, which is always the way with her, for she has, without exception, the sweetest temper I have ever met with.

“I often tell my other girls they are nothing to Dearest Jane. You have a sweet room here, Mr. Bingley, and a charming prospect over the gravel walk. I do not know a place in the country that is equal to Netherfield. You will not think of quitting it in a hurry, I hope, though you have but a short lease.”

“Whatever I do is done in a hurry,” replied he; “and therefore if I should resolve to quit Netherfield, I should probably be off in five minutes. At present, however, I consider myself as quite fixed here.”

“That is exactly what I should have supposed of you,” said Elizabeth.

“You begin to comprehend me, do you?” cried he, turning towards her.

“Oh! Yes--I understand you perfectly.”

“I wish I might take this for a compliment; but to be so easily seen through I am afraid is pitiful.”

“That is as it happens. It does not follow that a deep, intricate character is more or less estimable than such a one as yours.”

“Lizzy,” cried her mother, “remember where you are, and do not run on in the wild manner that your father suffers you to do at home.”

“I did not know before,” continued Bingley immediately, “that you are a studier of character. It must be an amusing study.”

“Yes, but intricate characters are the MOST amusing. They have at least that advantage.”

“The country,” said Darcy, “can in general supply but a few subjects for such a study. In a country neighborhood you move in a very confined and unvarying society.”

“But people themselves alter so much, that there is something new to be observed in them for ever.”

“Yes, indeed,” cried Mrs. Bennet, offended by his manner of mentioning a country neighborhood. “I assure you there is quite as much of THAT going on in the country as in town.”

Everybody was surprised, and Darcy, after looking at her for a moment, turned silently away. Mrs. Bennet, who fancied she had gained a complete victory over him, continued her triumph. “I cannot see that London has any great advantage over the country, for my part, except the shops and public places. The country is a vast deal pleasanter, is it not, Mr. Bingley?”

“When I am in the country,” he replied, “I never wish to leave it; and when I am in town it is pretty much the same. They have each their advantages, and I can be equally happy in either.”

“Aye--that is because you have the right disposition. But that gentleman,” looking at Darcy, “seemed to think the country was nothing at all.”

“Indeed, Mamma, you are mistaken,” said Elizabeth, blushing for her mother. “You quite mistook Mr. Darcy. He only meant that there was not such a variety of people to be met with in the country as in the town, which you must acknowledge to be true.”

“Certainly, my dear, nobody said there were; but as to not meeting with many people in this neighborhood, I believe there are few neighborhoods larger. I know we dine with four-and-twenty families.”

No one said anything after the comment; Darcy was pleased that Elizabeth had defended him.

Elizabeth began to feel the awkwardness of the situation and decided to change the subject by asking “Has Charlotte Lucas been at Longbourn since my going away.”

“Yes, she called yesterday with her father. What an agreeable man Sir William is, Mr. Bingley, is not he? So much the man of fashion! So genteel and easy! He had always something to say to everybody. That is my idea of good breeding; and those persons who fancy themselves very important, and never open their mouths, quite mistake the matter.”

Elizabeth was furious at her mother but determined to maintain conversation and so biting her lower lip in aggravation she continued. “Did Charlotte dine with you?”

“No, she would go home. I fancy she was wanted about the mince pies. For my part, Mr. Bingley, I always keep servants that can do their own work; MY daughters are brought up very differently. But everybody is to judge for themselves, and the Lucas’s are a very good sort of girls, I assure you. It is a pity they are not handsome! Not that I think Charlotte so VERY plain--but then she is our particular friend.”

“MOTHER!” Elizabeth exclaimed and walking quickly over to her grabbed her arm and stated to the room. “I apologize, but I think it is time that my mother and sisters return to the house as I think they said Mrs. Phillips is coming to tea today. Come mother I would not want you late.” With that Elizabeth turned on her heels, hand still grasped to her mothers arm and quickly strode to the front door, practically dragging her mother.

Mrs. Bennet began repeating her thanks to Mr. Bingley for his kindness to Jane, with an apology for troubling him also with Lizzy. Mr. Bingley was unaffectedly civil in his answer, and forced his younger sister to be civil also, and say what the occasion required.

Mrs. Bennet then boarded her carriage and departed. Elizabeth all but ran back to Jane’s room in mortification.

Chapter 12 – The Gentlemen’s Second Meeting

Darcy looked at his timepiece and decided it was time for him to go and meet his ally in his quest to succeed at improving Miss Elizabeth’s opinion of himself. He called for his horse to be readied and quickly went to change into his riding attire.

15 minutes later he was on his way to meet the Bennet family friend at the Bennet Lodge. Mr. Darcy was prompt in his arrival but his friend was already there sitting next to the fire with a book.

Mr. Bennet had wanted to escape Longbourn before the ladies of the house returned from visiting Jane and so he came early to wait for Mr. Darcy.

Mr. Darcy entered, sat down and sighed a heavy sigh. The sigh was enough to make Mr. Bennet put down his book and face the gentleman questions in his eyes. “What was that for Mr. Darcy?”

“For the endurance of a very trying morning sir.”

“Come now, it can not be that bad. What could have possible occurred this early in the day to be that trying for a young man of your age?”

“Well sir, Miss Jane and Elizabeth Bennet are currently in residence at Netherfield.”

“Based on our earlier discussions I would have thought you pleased with that more so than considering it a trial.” The last was said with a smile.

“Oh indeed sir, you must let me finish. Miss Jane became ill while visiting Mr. Bingley’s sisters. She was assigned a guest room and the following morning her sister came to check on her. The invitation to stay was offered to Miss Elizabeth as well. Those events are not trying; in fact it is close to heaven itself, which I will relate to you later. The trying part is the fact that this morning Mrs. Bennet came accompanied by her two youngest daughters. It seemed at every turn they were misinterpreting my statements and finding fault with me. Miss Elizabeth was mortified and in the end roughly escorted her mother to the carriage and all but forced her to leave. Afterwards hurrying off in quite a state not to be seen again this morning.”

Mr. Bennet did not like hearing the episode that Mrs. Bennet caused, but he was not unaccustomed to it. To put Mr. Darcy at ease he decided to joke about it a bit. “I can just imagine it sir. Mrs. Bennet was probably waving her handkerchief as she fluttered here and there. Miss Kitty and Lydia standing behind her smiling and laughing and Miss Elizabeth looking at her shoes while biting her lower lip trying not to explode, yet mortified at the occurrences.”

“Yes that pretty well sums it up and quite well if I do say so myself, right down to the adorableness of biting her lower lip.”

Mr. Bennet chuckled at the last comment. “Worry not; it is a common event at the Bennet household. Miss Elizabeth will laugh herself out of it as soon as she gets a chance to go on a walk and reminisce about it. She may be mortified for a few minutes, but she is used to it and never takes it to heart. She has too much sense for that. So now tell me about the Bennet girls being in residence there. You said sweet Jane has taken ill. Is it very serious?”

“I have not seen her myself sir, but her sister says that she is a little better. She has had a sore throat, cough and a headache. The apothecary has been to see her twice each day. He says she should stay abed and not venture out for a few days at least. Her sister who is very concerned watches over her constantly.”

“Yes, Miss Elizabeth and Miss Jane are very close and take such care of each other. If Miss Elizabeth says she is on the mend then it must be so. She knows her sister better than anyone else and would know when she was feeling better. Have you been able to see Miss Elizabeth at all or has she kept to herself.”

Mr. Darcy was pleased to relate to his friend that he had seen her and was able to give her a successful apology. He then related all of the events and conversations that had occurred in the library and sitting rooms. In the end stating “I am most pleased with how quickly the apology was able to be made and all that I have been able to learn of Miss Bennet, though I would wish they had occurred elsewhere since that would mean that Miss Jane was not ill.”

Mr. Bennet smiled at his sincerity and began to talk of Georgiana. “So sir you, like Mr. Bennet, encourage your sister to read all literature whether intended for ladies or Gentleman?”

“Yes, I do. In fact as I stated before my sister and I often select a book to read together and then discuss it. What I did not mention is that I usually choose one and then Georgiana and so on and so forth. In the end I must confess that not only has Georgiana read those books intended for gentleman, but I have read my fare share of novels intended for ladies.”

Mr. Bennet could not help but laugh. “I bet you have sir.”

“I know Miss Bennet may have only been agreeing out of politeness; however I am planning on offering to read a book of her choosing simultaneously so that we may discuss it. What think you of this idea sir?”

“I think that if Miss Bennet agreed to reading a book with you in the first place that she was not agreeing just to be polite, that is not her way. So if she agreed, I think it is a novel idea.” Mr. Bennet laughed at his own joke. “Do you have additional plans for conversing with Miss Elizabeth or are you going to stick to books forever?”

“Well thus far I have failed dismally. So far the only common grounds I know of are literature and walking. Any suggestions?”

Mr. Bennet thought about it for a minute and said “People.”

“People?” Darcy asked in a questioning voice.

“Yes Mr. Darcy people, Miss Lizzy enjoys observing and discussing people. Not in the gossiping manner that most ladies discuss, but in a thoughtful insightful manner of their persons and personalities.”

“Yes, I think she indicated as much this morning. Anything else?”

“She also enjoys the theatre, particularly plays by Shakespeare. Oh yes, and the Opera, I think her favorite opera is “The Marriage of Figaro” by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Elizabeth is also fond of flowers and nature in general. Lastly, I would have to say that Lizzy likes to think.”

“Think?”

“Yes, think. She likes to just sit down and think about anything and everything. Where she will be and what she will be doing tomorrow or next year or in ten years. Think about her family, friend and neighbors or just about anything really.”

“Interesting, that is not a hobby I generally would have thought of, but I see what you mean. I shall have to remember these things as I meet her in the future.”

“Sounds good young man. What say you to Chess?”

“Why I like it very much.”

“Very good then, next time we meet we shall also have a game of chess if you can spare the time.”

“That sounds good to me sir.” Mr. Darcy then paused as he said “May I make one additional request?”

“Yes, anything.”

“I am hoping sir that you can keep an ear out on your visits to Longbourn as to my present failure or success with said lady. I fear that in my past with Miss Elizabeth I have inaccurately made conclusions about her comments. I fear that I may do so again and I seek confirmation that I am correct, that I have indeed been forgiven for my rudeness and that her opinion of me is now more favorable. I realize that you can not reveal any items told in confidence, that is if you are in her confidence, however if there is any opinion that you discover that you can share with me I would appreciate it.”

“I shall think on it and let you know next time that we meet if I have heard any opinions voiced by that person whose opinion you seek.”

“Wonderful sir, when shall we meet again?”

“What say you to three days from now during the morning tea hour?”

“Very well sir, see you then.”

Darcy was pleased as he mounted his horse and headed back to Netherfield. He had gleaned additional insight into Elizabeth’s hobby’s and interests and was impatient to meet with her to try another discussion. The remainder of the day was spent dodging Caroline and trying to accidentally run into Miss Elizabeth.

Chapter 13 – Drawing Room Discussions

Posted on Wednesday, 12 March 2008

The morning for Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst was spent as all mornings are, talking and discussing Pemberley and the alterations that would be made as soon as Caroline was mistress of the great estate and putting down Miss Elizabeth and the entire Bennet relations.

Mr. Bingley and Colonel Fitzwilliam went on a ride throughout the estate looking over the property and taking note of improvements that Mr. Darcy had suggested to them after one of his morning rides. Bingley was glad to have Mr. Darcy’s advice since he would not have noticed half of the items that Darcy had pointed out. He was also pleased to have the company of his good friend Fitzwilliam and wondered at the recent absence of Darcy to their morning party and other societal engagements. This was most unlike him.

Elizabeth had headed straight for Jane’s room after the departure of her mother and sisters and related to her the catastrophe that had taken place below stairs. Jane was very distressed by what Lizzy was relating and as Elizabeth saw her begin to stress over it decided to cease the descriptions so as not to make her sister more ill. The rest of the day passed with relative ease as Miss Elizabeth read while her sister rested. That evening, Elizabeth again joined the Netherfield party in the drawing room. The evening passed much the same as the night before had, however the loo-table did not appear. Mr. Darcy was writing, and Miss Bingley, seated near him, was watching the progress of his letter and repeatedly calling off his attention by messages to his sister. Mr. Hurst and Mr. Bingley were at piquet, and Mrs. Hurst was observing their game. Colonel Fitzwilliam had gone to town to visit Colonel Forster. Elizabeth took up some needlework, and was sufficiently amused in attending to what passed between Darcy and his companion. The perpetual commendations of the lady, both on his handwriting, or on the evenness of his lines, or on the length of his letter, with the perfect unconcern with which her praises were received, formed a curious dialogue, and was exactly in union with her opinion of each.

“How delighted Miss Darcy will be to receive such a letter!”

He made no answer.

“You write uncommonly fast.”

“You are mistaken. I write rather slowly.”

“How many letters you must have occasioned to write in the course of a year! Letters of business, too! How odious I should think them!”

“It is fortunate, then, that they fall to my lot instead of yours.”

“Pray tell your sister that I long to see her.”

“I have already told her so once, by your desire.”

“I am afraid you do not like your pen. Let me mend it for you. I mend pens remarkably well.”

“Thank you--but I always mend my own.”

“How can you contrive to write so even?”

He was silent.

“Tell your sister I am delighted to hear of her improvement on the harp; and pray let her know that I am quite in raptures with her beautiful little design for a table, and I think it infinitely superior to Miss Grantley's.”

“Will you give me leave to defer your raptures till I write again? At present I have not room to do them justice.”

Elizabeth could not help but interject at this point. “Miss Bingley, if you want to relay so many messages to Miss Darcy why do you not write her a letter yourself. I am sure there is sufficient writing paper available here at Netherfield.”

“Oh no, I never write, it is so boring compared to first hand discussion! It is of no consequence. I shall see her in January. I only write to those who I know have not the resources to come and visit me.”

Darcy felt the insult that she had just leveled at Miss Bennet and was angered by it.

Caroline continued, “Mr. Darcy, do you always write such charming long letters to Miss Darcy?”

Darcy was beginning to get irritated and it could be heard in his voice. “They are generally long; but whether always charming it is not for me to determine.”

“It is a rule with me that a person who can write a long letter with ease, cannot write ill.”

“That will not do for a compliment to Darcy, Caroline,” cried her brother, “Because he does not write with ease. He studies too much for words of four syllables. Do not you, Darcy?”

“My style of writing is very different from yours.”

“Oh!” cried Miss Bingley, “Charles writes in the most careless way imaginable. He leaves out half his words, and blots the rest.”

“I suppose those friends who receive Mr. Bingley’s correspondence feel so fortunate to receive a letter from their friend that they care not what the letter looks like upon receipt of it” said Elizabeth.

“My ideas flow so rapidly that I have not time to express them—by which means my letters sometimes convey no ideas at all to my correspondents.”

The entire room laughed at this accurate portrayal of Mr. Bingley’s writing abilities. It was at this point that Colonel Fitzwilliam returned and joined everyone in the drawing room. He sat on the opposite end of the sofa from Elizabeth with a glass of Brandy in one hand and the latest newspaper about the current war in the other.

Mr. Darcy wanted Elizabeth to expound on her writing and asked “Do you enjoy writing letters Miss Elizabeth?”

“I suppose I do Mr. Darcy. I have a most beloved aunt who is almost a second mother to me in London who both Jane and I write to quite frequently.”

Caroline could not pass up the opportunity to say “Oh good heavens, another Mrs. Bennet.”

The entire room felt the rudeness of her comment and she thought she had succeeded in silencing any dialog between Miss Bennet and her Mr. Darcy until Elizabeth stated “Indeed you mistake me Miss Bingley. Mrs. Gardiner, who is my aunt through marriage, and my mother are quite the opposite in temperaments, I only say she is as a second mother because I have frequently stayed with her and my uncle growing up and am so fond of her.”

Mr. Darcy was pleased that Miss Bennet had revealed this side of herself and was determined to keep her talking. He turned his attentions away from his letter to Georgiana and towards Elizabeth. “Where in London does Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner reside?” The question was asked innocently on the side of Mr. Darcy, but as soon as Miss Bingley spit out “Cheapside” before Lizzy could respond he knew he must remedy the situation before Miss Bennet thought he shared Caroline’s opinions.

“Yes, you are correct Miss Bingley, my aunt and uncle lives at Gracechurch Street in Cheapside in London. My uncle feels it is best to be within a short distance from his warehouses.”

“Your uncle is in trade then Miss Bennet? What merchandise does he trade?” said Mr. Darcy desperately trying to redeem the conversation that was going further south with every comment made.

“Yes, his primary merchandise is manufactured textiles, however he also trades wool along with coffee, furs and guns. He may have traded other merchandise, but those are the ones I am familiar with.”

“He has traded wool then. Do you know if he has ever traded the wool from Derbyshire?”

Colonel Fitzwilliam’s attention was perked at this point as he was beginning to see Darcy’s train of thought as he asked questions to Miss Bennet.

“I am not sure where his suppliers are from. I do know who his past supplier was, however the gentleman passed from this life and I am not familiar with his replacement. It happened many years ago, however I am not in residence as frequently with my aunt and uncle as I was when I was younger.”

“What was his name if you do not mind my asking?”

“Wickham.”

With this Colonel Fitzwilliam was all attention and although he said nothing Darcy and Fitzwilliam looked at each other in caution and then quickly looked away before anyone noticed.

Elizabeth had notice though, being the quick studier that she was. She saw what passed between the two, but was not sure what to make of it. She decided she would think on it later.

Mr. Darcy was all curiosity now “Would you recognize the new supplier’s name if you heard it?”

“Probably.”

“Is it Mr. Jenkins?”

“Why yes, I believe it is, how do you know that sir?”

“I am familiar with the wool that Mr. Jenkins sells. It is thought to be some of the best in England. Your uncle must be an excellent tradesman and businessman to secure Mr. Jenkins business; he only sells his goods to the best tradesmen who come with the highest recommendations.”

Elizabeth did not miss the fact that Mr. Darcy did not answer her question but replied “Thank you, I am sure Mr. Gardiner will be pleased to know he is regarded highly by the trade community. I know he has worked hard to obtain a reputation of the highest quality merchandise, honor and hard work.”

Elizabeth went back to her needlework. As the evening activities resumed she frequently felt Mr. Darcy’s gaze on her and so shortly thereafter expressed her intention of checking on Jane and excused herself for the evening.

Within the next half hour Colonel Fitzwilliam invited Darcy to the library with the pretense of informing him of some business he wanted to discuss with him. The rest of the party retired to their separate rooms for the night.

Chapter 14 - Mr. Wickham is in Meryton

When Darcy and Fitzwilliam entered the library it did not take the Colonel long to get to his point; “Darcy I assume you heard all that I did there in the drawing room from Miss Bennet?”

“I did.”

“What do you think we should do?”

“Do, why nothing what do you mean?”

Darcy, if you are saying this then I must assume that you are not aware?”

“Aware of what Fitzwilliam? You are making no sense at all.”

“Aware of the fact that George Wickham is even now residing in the militia stationed in none other that our own Meryton.”

“He is what? You say he is here in Meryton.”

“Yes, that was my reason for meeting with Colonel Forster tonight. I heard a Lieutenant Saunderson mentioning him to another of his friends and decided to find out when he would be arriving with the regiment. I discovered that he arrived this very evening. Without providing any information or details I indicated to him that he should be watched closely until his full character is known and not to be deceived by his appearance of amiability. I believe Colonel Forster listened and will keep a close eye on him.”

Darcy sat contemplating and the colonel continued. “It sounds as if Miss Bennet is familiar with his father. I know not whether she knows the son, yet if her family trusts the father then they will be more disposed to trust the son than any others on a first acquaintance.”

Darcy recognized that what the colonel said was true and responded. “I have recently become acquainted with a close friend of the Bennet family. I meet with him in 3 days time, at that point I will provide him enough information to warn the Bennet’s of his true character.”

The colonel was satisfied that the Bennet’s would be warned, but again curious about his new acquaintance and so he asked “Who is this new acquaintance of yours Darcy? Is it the same person you met in Sir Lucas’s library?”

“It is.”

“Have you discovered the gentleman’s identity yet?”

“I have not.”

“Does it not seem odd to you Darcy that you meet this gentleman and discuss a family in the neighborhood without the knowledge of who he is?”

“Somewhat, however he has given no indication of being untrustworthy or disrespectful in his discussions and so has given me no reason as to not trust him. I fully intend on future conversations with him and in fact look forward to them.”

“Very well, I hope your conversations are successful, I will see you tomorrow” and with one last swallow of his drink he departed for his room.

Chapter 15 – Up a Tree

Posted on Friday, 21 March 2008

The following morning dawned bright and beautiful. Elizabeth took breakfast in her room early and then went on a morning walk around the Netherfield Park East Gardens wandering in and out of the various paths and walkways. The East Gardens were the most remote gardens of the estate. They were wild and had oversized pathways. She was relishing in the fact that she had escaped unnoticed from the house and wondered how long she could stay away before she was missed when she spotted it. One of the most fabulous climbing tree she had ever seen, one that rivaled even those at Oakham Mount and there it was at the edge of the gardens. Quickly looking around Elizabeth assessed that she was truly alone and ran to the tree. As she approached she slowed to a walk and gazed into the branches above her. To her delight she was quickly able to determine a safe and stable route of limbs that would lead her all the way to the top with very little difficulty. Without any hesitation upon reaching the tree Elizabeth began to climb. She only stopped once she had reached the highest limb oh so far above the ground. She situated herself comfortably upon a crook in the limb leaning her back against the trunk for support and gazed over the countryside below. She loved being in the treetops, she could see for miles with not a care in the world. She felt as if she were a bird ready to soar at any moment. This feeling always made her giddy with excitement and frequently she would burst into song. Being as she was at Netherfield and not Oakham Mount where persons were rarely met with Elizabeth did not feel comfortable singing out her joys, however she could not refrain herself from humming. Elizabeth was content with this situation for nigh on a half hour when she realized she was no longer alone in the gardens and forced herself to be quiet and be content until the intruders departed. She was content in watching the passing clouds until her ears arrested her as she realized those in the garden below her were speaking of her.

Mr. Darcy searched the house all morning with out a clue as to the location of Miss Elizabeth. She had not come down to breakfast, which he assumed was not in her energetic nature and was set on learning why. He assured himself that it was just to be sure she had not taken ill from tending her sister, but the truth be known he missed her intelligent conversation and wit. Darcy had just come to the conclusion that she was not in the house when he overheard Miss Bingley talking to her maid.

“Walking in the East Gardens since before anyone else arose. Why would anyone do such a thing?”

“Perhaps she enjoys the outdoors madam”. The maid shyly said as she looked at the ground in front of her toes.

“Whatever for? Oh well I suppose someone as plain and unsightly as her has no hope even for beauty sleep to aide her. You are dismissed.” That said Caroline turned heel and departed the maid’s presence. She had learned Elizabeth was outside so now all she needed to do was keep Darcy indoors.

Darcy overheard her location and instantly headed to his room for his other jacket and boots. Once properly attired for a walk outdoors Darcy headed out of his room and ran straight into Miss Bingley.

“Oh Mr. Darcy, I see you are already dressed. I can not thank you enough for wanting to accompany me into town and assist with my errands.” Caroline purred to Darcy.

“Oh… Miss Bingley… I had not intended… that is, I have no intention of going to town, I was just on my way out to walk in the gardens for some air and exercise.”

“That would be delightful Mr. Darcy, I think I will join you.”

“What of your errands Miss Bingley?”

“Oh I daresay they can wait. I find I am also very much in need of some air. I would love to go and see the West Rose Gardens.”

“The West Rose Gardens you say, well I apologize that I will not be able to accompany you since my route consisted of a different direction and a different garden area. If you will excuse me I must be going.”

“It matters not, I can visit the other garden later, I will accompany you Mr. Darcy.”

With that Caroline linked her arm in Darcy’s and he could do nothing but lead her out on a walk in the gardens.

Upon reaching the East Gardens Darcy’s eyes quickly scanned the expanse looking for signs of Elizabeth’s whereabouts. He did not see her and his mood was significantly decreased in a moments notice as he realized he would not have her company as soon as he had anticipated. In such a dampened state of mind Darcy proceeded to block out all that Caroline had to say and walked in his stiff and stoic manner. Luckily for him Caroline’s conversations did not require him to pay attention. In that area she very much resembled Aunt Catherine.

“Darcy, I still cannot believe you think she has fine eyes and a very pretty smile. I see nothing so extraordinary about them. She is not at all pretty, she dresses so plain and has no fashion what-so-ever. Can you believe her family… the youngest two are such reckless and unruly flits. They are completely ridiculous…”

Darcy had tuned Caroline completely out of his mind all he heard from her was blah blah blah, but amongst the blah blah blah he heard it, the most amazing humming that had ever graced his ears. Darcy knew instantly that it was Elizabeth but where was it coming from? It sounded like it was coming from the heavens. Then the memory arrested him… “Yes indeed Mr. Darcy, you heard me correctly Miss Bennet has an interest in climbing trees.” That was it, Elizabeth was in a tree and it appeared as if she was humming. Just then it stopped. Oh how am I to find her now Darcy thought. Listen, listen very hard. All he could hear was Caroline.

“I hope," said she, "you will give your mother-in-law a few hints, when this desirable event takes place, as to the advantage of holding her tongue; and if you can compass it, do cure the younger girls of running after the officers. -- And, if I may mention so delicate a subject, endeavor to check that little something, bordering on conceit and impertinence, which your lady possesses."

All Darcy could think of was Oh no, if I could hear her humming she is quite close and most definitely overhearing all that is said. Does she think that I agree with Miss Bingley? That will not do, I must let her know that these sentiments are not my own so she does not hate me. Yet, I can not let on that I like her and definitely not that I have other feelings and desires. Ok, here goes.

"Miss Bingley,” stated Darcy rather abruptly, “Have you anything else to propose for my domestic felicity?"

Not realizing Darcy’s anger Caroline continued. "Oh! Yes. Do let the portraits of your uncle and aunt Philips be placed in the gallery at Pemberley. Put them next to your great-uncle the judge. They are in the same profession, you know; only in different lines. As for your Elizabeth's picture, you must not attempt to have it taken, for what painter could do justice to those beautiful eyes?"

"It would not be easy, indeed, to catch their expression, but their color and shape, and the eye-lashes, so remarkably fine, might be copied. In addition, I would be delighted to add the portraits of my wife’s family to those already residing in Pemberley gallery. If they are her family they are dear to her and if she is my wife she is dear to me, therefore her family would be dear to me as well, notwithstanding their professions. Therefore, someday when the happy event arrives and I take a wife I would be honored if she would allow me to meld her family’s portraits into mine, thus melding us into one as well."

Well-said Mr. Darcy Elizabeth thought a very political answer.

Caroline instantly took him to mean that he was speaking of herself and instantly tightened her grip on Darcy’s arm.

Darcy cringed at the sensation desperately hoping that his speech was heard by Elizabeth and that she was not angry with him.

At that moment they were met from another walk by Mr. and Mrs. Hurst. “Oh Caroline, Mr. Darcy, I did not know that you intended to walk," said Mrs. Hurst coming straight over and taking Mr. Darcy’s other arm as she released her husbands.

"You used us abominably ill," answered Mr. Hurst, "running away without telling us that you were coming out. I was thus forced to leave my brandy and accompany my wife instead. Now that Mrs. Hurst has found other walking partner’s though I must beg off.” With that said he fled back to his brandy before anyone could even answer.

Darcy desperately wanted to leave as well and knew if he did not do it now he would be stuck with them for the remainder of the morning. “Dear me, look at the time, I was supposed to meet Mr. Bingley’s steward to go over the improvements for the watering system a quarter hour ago. If you will excuse me ladies.” He also turned and quickly fled from the gardens. Though he did not flee far. As soon as Darcy was out of sight from the ladies he redirected himself and backtracked his way around the garden and came in from the back to return to his previous location. As he arrived at his position he was pleased to see the retreating figures of Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley heading back to the house.

Chapter 16 – Elizabeth Discovered

“You may come down now Miss Bennet, the garden is clear.”

Darcy did not hear a response, but he did hear a gasp and movement in the tree above him. Darcy realized it would be a few minutes before she reached the bottom and so he situated himself comfortably on the ground at the base of the tree not resisting looking up occasionally to assess her progress and agility.

Elizabeth was mortified that she had been found out by one of the Netherfield party, particularly because it was Mr. Darcy. As she was approaching the bottom limb of the tree she remembered the fact that she had to jump to reach it and then struggle to pull herself up to begin her climb to the top. How was she to get out of the tree gracefully in front of Mr. Darcy. If she had been alone she would have merely jumped. When Elizabeth reached the last branch she sat down upon it and hesitated with her legs hanging eyeing Mr. Darcy as she decided if she should jump or not.

Darcy quickly rose to his feet and began to move towards Elizabeth to aide her final descent from the tree when he saw her jump and land directly in front of him. He was stunned by her and stood there motionless for a moment.

Elizabeth took his silence as contempt, curtsied and quickly began to leave without so much as a word.

The last thing Darcy wanted was for Elizabeth to leave after he had spent all morning searching for her and even put up with Miss Bingley.

“Miss Bennet” Darcy cried as he reached out for her. He stopped with his arm mid air before he actually made contact with her person. “If you have a moment, I would invite you to take a stroll through the gardens with me.”

Elizabeth stuttered over her words. She could not believe that Mr. Darcy wanted to be near such a lady as herself after witnessing her tree climbing indiscretions. “Thank you Mr. Darcy, I would be pleased to accompany you if you are indeed seeking my presence despite my recent unladylike display.”

Darcy chuckled at her response “Yes, I am indeed seeking your presence after your unladylike display. In fact it is that unladylike display I would speak to you about.”

Elizabeth cringed “Mr. Darcy, I apologize that you were made to witness …”

“Miss Bennet”

“The inappropriate manner in which…”

“Miss Bennet”

“I conducted myself just now, it is just that…”

“Miss Bennet” Darcy practically yelled to make her stop. “Please put yourself at ease, I in no way want to censure you for your “unladylike display” as you put it, I only want to talk to you of the view from your perch and whether this is the best tree in the area or should I try another for my own tree climbing enjoyment.” Mr. Darcy’s face broke into a huge grin as he saw shock register across Elizabeth’s face. She could not respond, Mr. Darcy asking for her tree climbing advice was the last thing she would ever have imagined to come out of Mr. Darcy’s mouth. Once her senses were revived she said “Mr. Darcy, do you mean to inquire as to the best climbing tree in the neighborhood?”

“I do indeed Miss Bennet, for it has been many years since I have climbed, but upon seeing you in the tree it has revived my desire to do so and so once I know the best tree I shall plan an outing of tree climbing.” Darcy flashed a brilliant smile and Elizabeth could not help but smile back, which warmed his heart.

“Well, Mr. Darcy, I must admit that this is an exquisite tree for climbing in the direct vicinity, however if you would prefer to do your climbing in solitude I can recommend a few other trees since as you yourself can see one can easily be found out in this tree.”

“If you do not mind Miss Bennet, I would like to hear of all the best trees so that I can assess each myself and determine which would suit me best.”

Elizabeth was enjoying this playful banter between the two and indulged him with the locations of a few others, including those at Oakham Mount. “As you see Mr. Darcy the country is covered with marvelous climbing trees, but there is but one more location which I feel resides the best trees. The place is Oakham Mount. Here you will find the BEST climbing trees.”

Darcy had wondered if she was going to tell him of the location since he was already aware from his anonymous friend that this was one of her favorite locations. He was pleased that she did. “Thank you so much for revealing the best locations, I will most assuredly try them soon and if it is not too much once I try them would you be willing to discuss the views and suitability of each tree with me?”

“It would be my pleasure Mr. Darcy.”

“Thank you, now we have two topics to discuss, perhaps we should discuss books while sitting in the treetops. Would that not be agreeable Miss Bennet?”

Elizabeth said nothing, but she gave a hearty laugh.

Darcy and Elizabeth wandered through the gardens for close to an hour talking about various topics and enjoying each other’s company. Darcy was just beginning to wonder if she would realize the time when she stated that she needed to check on Jane. Darcy walked her back to the house and departed her presence in the foyer.

Chapter 17 – Wickham Revealed

Elizabeth was pleased that Jane was doing so well and asked her if she felt up to joining them downstairs after dinner. Jane said she would like that and Elizabeth sought out Miss Bingley to have her informed.

As Elizabeth walked past the Billiards room on her way to talk with Miss Bingley she again was arrested by the sound of her name.

Elizabeth knew not what to do. In no way did she want to overhear yet another conversation at Netherfield but she was curious and definitely wanted to know why she was being mentioned so she abandoned propriety and listened to another private conversation.

“…Miss Elizabeth’s Uncle must know of him, or at least of his father.”

“You are right Fitzwilliam, but that is also what worries me, if her Uncle trusts the father they may be more inclined to trust the son though he us not worthy of any persons trust. If they trust him it may bring them to some sort of ruin.”

Elizabeth was amazed by the conversation and continued to listen.

“Well Darcy, after our conversation in the Library last night I went to my room thinking. I know prior to coming here we had told Georgiana she may join us in November until we return for London for Christmas. However it was to be next week when you were to go and retrieve her. Under the present circumstances have you considered what you are to do?”

“Yes, Yes, Fitzwilliam I thought it through last night and I can not risk her being here while Wickham is in the neighborhood.”

Darcy continued “When we left I was still under the impression that she has not fully recovered from this summers events with him. Why she even confided in me that she could not believe that he tried to hurt her. She still remembers him as the amiable boy that accompanied his honored father around the grounds. She brought up that our own father died trusting his entire family and she was so disappointed that he did not live up to his own fathers goodness.” Darcy became very distressed as he continued. “Oh Fitzwilliam how could I have been so careless, I almost lost her and she is all that I have left.”

“Darcy, do not distress yourself, I believe you are correct in that she is not recovered enough to meet him, however I think you need to give each of you a little more credit that you do. Your brotherly instincts made you visit her the very day that you did and her sisterly love and honor of you made her confide in you that she was to elope with him the next day. Although it hurt her deeply, I feel that most of her hurt now stems from her self-recrimination, not from the loss of George Wickham. She would indeed hurt much more if she had eloped with him.”

“So do you then agree with me that she should not come into the area?”

“Well, I do for the time being. I think you should write to her and say her visit is going to need to be delayed until the first week of December. That gives us a few weeks to observe Wickham and make our decision.”

Elizabeth was aghast at this point but could do nothing more than think about all they had said. It appeared as if Darcy’s father had employed a Mr. Wickham who had a son that tried to elope with Darcy’s younger sister. Could it by chance be the same family of Wickham’s that Mr. Gardiner did business with? That would explain why Mr. Darcy had avoided her questions the day before and how he knew the name of the present supplier, Mr. Jenkins. Elizabeth continued listening as she thought.

“You are correct, I shall write to her again this very afternoon. She will be very disappointed but there is nothing else we can do at the present.”

“You are correct, she may be disappointed, however I think she will recover quickly, she is never overly eager to be in Miss Bingley’s company.” Here the Colonel laughed in spite of himself.

Darcy could not help but chuckle a bit to himself as he replied “You are correct, however I have also written to her about my enjoyment at the local assemblies, especially when I have been honored with the hand of one of the local ladies as a dance partner. I have never written to Georgiana about any lady before I fear that by doing so I have raised an expectation for her.”

Here the Colonel outright laughed. “Say now Darcy, I think you are a little more than interested if you wrote to your sister about the lady, but I promise not to question you any further as I am fully aware of your present state of mind and your recent scoldings to me.”

“Thank you Fitzwilliam I appreciate that you do not ask, because until I know more of the lady I can not know more myself.”

“So Darcy, I hear from Smith that you were looking at some new horseflesh…”

Elizabeth realized that they had permanently changed the subject and she retreated to Jane’s room with her mind in a jumble and without finding Miss Bingley.

Jane realized Lizzy seemed a bit out of sorts since returning, but she was unable to get her to say anything and in the end gave up trying. Jane rested and Lizzy’s thoughts began to invade her mind. In the end she determined that it could not de denied that Mr. Darcy admired her, for he had only danced with Bingley’s sisters and herself and it was evident that she was the only local lady he had danced with. These thoughts led her to others and in the end she had to ask herself. “Do I care for Mr. Darcy?”

Chapter 18 – Jane Joins the Party After Dinner

Posted on Thursday, 27 March 2008

When the ladies removed after dinner, Elizabeth ran up to her sister, and seeing her well guarded from cold, attended her into the drawing-room, where she was welcomed by her two friends with many professions of pleasure. Elizabeth had never seen them so agreeable as they were during the hour which passed before the gentlemen appeared. Their powers of conversation were considerable. They could describe an entertainment with accuracy, relate an anecdote with humor, and laugh at their acquaintance with spirit.

But when the gentlemen entered, Jane was no longer the first object; Miss Bingley's eyes were instantly turned toward Darcy, and she had something to say to him before he had advanced many steps. He addressed himself to Miss Bennet, with a polite congratulation;
The Colonel bowed and smiled, wishing her good health and a speedy recovery; Mr. Hurst also made her a slight bow, and said he was “very glad;” but diffuseness and warmth remained for Bingley's salutation. He was full of joy and attention. The first half-hour was spent in piling up the fire, lest she should suffer from the change of room; and she removed at his desire to the other side of the fireplace, that she might be further from the door. He then sat down by her, and talked scarcely to anyone else. Elizabeth, at work in the opposite corner, saw it all with great delight. When tea was over, Mr. Hurst reminded his sister-in-law of the card-table--but in vain. She had obtained private intelligence that Mr. Darcy did not wish for cards; and Mr. Hurst soon found even his open petition rejected. She assured him that no one intended to play, and the silence of the whole party on the subject seemed to justify her. Mr. Hurst had therefore nothing to do, but to stretch himself on one of the sofas and go to sleep. The Colonel was reading the paper and Mrs. Hurst was playing with her bracelets. Darcy was writing another letter to his sister and; Miss Bingley began in the same manner as she had the day before.

“So Mr. Darcy you write again to your lovely sister. Much must have happened today for you just wrote to her yesterday and even Miss Darcy could not expect so many letters from you in such a short period of time.”

“You are correct, much has happened and I must tell Georgiana.”

“Pray, tell us all your splendid news, I am sure we all wish to rejoice with you.”

“I fear it is not a matter of rejoicing as my business will not allow me to claim Georgiana next week for her visit, therefore she is to remain in London at the present.”

Darcy knew that they would stop asking after his business with such news and he was correct. The following half your was spent by Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst exclaiming at the loss to their party and trying to persuade the Colonel to fetch her instead.

Colonel Fitzwilliam exclaimed that he also had business as there is a regiment encamped in Meryton and they had asked for his assistance on several matters, therefore he would be unable to escort her as well.

The discussions soon ended and went another course as Miss Bingley heard her brother mentioning a ball to Miss Bennet, she turned suddenly towards him and said: “By the bye, Charles, are you really serious in meditating a dance at Netherfield? I would advise you, before you determine on it, to consult the wishes of the present party; I am much mistaken if there are not some among us to whom a ball would be rather a punishment than a pleasure.”

“If you mean Darcy,” cried her brother, “he may go to bed, if he chooses, before it begins--but as for the ball, it is quite a settled thing; and as soon as Nicholls has made white soup enough, I shall send round my cards.”

Darcy interrupted, “Bingley, you are too quick to judge me, I have thoroughly enjoyed the local gatherings here despite that I am not considered as lively as you. I look forward to your ball with pleasure.” After making his statement he offered up a look at Elizabeth that did not escape the notice of Miss Bingley.

“I should like balls infinitely better,” she replied, “if they were carried on in a different manner; but there is something insufferably tedious in the usual process of such a meeting. It would surely be much more rational if conversation instead of dancing were made the order of the day.”

“Much more rational, my dear Caroline, I dare say, but it would not be near so much like a ball.”

Miss Bingley made no answer, and soon afterwards she got up and walked about the room. Her figure was elegant, and she walked well; but Darcy, at whom it was all aimed, was still inflexibly studious to his letter. In the desperation of her feelings, she resolved on one effort more, and, turning to Elizabeth, said: “Miss Eliza Bennet, let me persuade you to follow my example, and take a turn about the room. I assure you it is very refreshing after sitting so long in one attitude.”

Elizabeth was surprised, but agreed to it immediately. Miss Bingley succeeded no less in the real object of her civility; Mr. Darcy looked up. He was as much awake to the novelty of attention in that quarter as Elizabeth herself could be, and unconsciously laid down his writing instrument atop his letter. He was directly invited to join their party, but he declined it, observing that he could imagine but two motives for their choosing to walk up and down the room together, with either of which motives his joining them would interfere. “What could he mean? She was dying to know what could be his meaning."--and asked Elizabeth whether she could at all understand him?

“Not at all,” was her answer; “but depend upon it, he means to be severe on us, and our surest way of disappointing him will be to ask nothing about it.”

Miss Bingley, however, was incapable of disappointing Mr. Darcy in anything, and persevered therefore in requiring an explanation of his two motives.

“I have not the smallest objection to explaining them,” said he, as soon as she allowed him to speak. “You either choose this method of passing the evening because you are in each other's confidence, and have secret affairs to discuss, or because you are conscious that your figures appear to the greatest advantage in walking; if the first, I would be completely in your way, and if the second, I can admire you much better as I sit by the fire.”

“Oh! Shocking!” cried Miss Bingley. “I never heard anything so abominable. How shall we punish him for such a speech?”

“Nothing so easy, if you have but the inclination,” said Elizabeth as she looked around nervously. Jane, Bingley and Mrs. Hurst were enjoying the amusement, Mr. Hurst still slept but the Colonel was looking at Darcy with archness. “We can all plague and punish one another. Tease him--laugh at him. Intimate as you are, you must know how it is to be done.”

“But upon my honor, I do not. I do assure you that my intimacy has not yet taught me that. Tease calmness of manner and presence of mind! No, no—I feel he may defy us there. And as to laughter, we will not expose ourselves, if you please, by attempting to laugh without a subject. Mr. Darcy may hug himself.”

“Mr. Darcy is not to be laughed at!” cried Elizabeth. “That is an uncommon advantage, and uncommon I hope it will continue, for it would be a great loss to me to have many such acquaintances. I dearly love a laugh.”

“Miss Bingley,” said he “has given me more credit than can be. I have frequently been the object of laughter and in fact enjoy being the object depending on whom it is doing the laughing.”

Elizabeth colored here and instantly returned to her seat. Knowing now as she did that Mr. Darcy admired here made her blush when normally she would not. It seemed now that everything that he said was in some way a compliment to her.

“Do let us have a little music,” cried Miss Bingley, fully aware of where the conversation had turned. “Louisa, you will not mind my waking Mr. Hurst?”

Her sister had not the smallest objection, and the pianoforte was opened.

Chapter 19 – Jane and Elizabeth Return Home

In consequence of an agreement between the sisters, Elizabeth wrote the next morning to their mother, to beg that the carriage might be sent for them in the course of the day. But Mrs. Bennet sent them word that they could not possibly have the carriage before Tuesday. Against staying longer, however, Elizabeth was positively resolved; and fearful, on the contrary, as being considered as intruding themselves needlessly long, she urged Jane to borrow Mr. Bingley's carriage immediately, and at length it was settled that their original design of leaving Netherfield that morning should be mentioned, and the request made.

The master of the house heard with real sorrow that they were to go so soon, and repeatedly tried to persuade Miss Bennet that it would not be safe for her--that she was not enough recovered; but Jane was firm where she felt herself to be right and Mr. Bingley relented and let her use his carriage.

Therefore that very day after tea, the separation, took place. Miss Bingley's civility to Elizabeth increased at last very rapidly, as well as her affection for Jane; and when they parted, after assuring the latter of the pleasure it would always give her to see her either at Longbourn or Netherfield, and embracing her most tenderly, she even shook hands with the former. Mr. Bingley handed Jane into the carriage and made every effort to see to her comforts that propriety allowed. Then Darcy took the opportunity to hand in Elizabeth bowing to her and saying he looked forward to their future meetings.

Jane and Elizabeth were not welcomed home very cordially by their mother. Mrs. Bennet wondered at their coming, and thought them very wrong to give so much trouble, and was sure Jane would have caught cold again. But their father, though very laconic in his expressions of pleasure, was really glad to see them; he had felt their importance in the family circle. The evening conversation, when they were all assembled, had lost much of its animation, and almost all its sense by the absence of Jane and Elizabeth.

They found Mary, as usual, deep in the study of thorough-bass and human nature; and had some extracts to admire, and some new observations of threadbare morality to listen to. Catherine and Lydia had information for them of a different sort. Much had been done and much had been said in the regiment since the preceding Wednesday; some new extremely handsome officers had arrived, several of them had dined lately with their uncle, a private had been flogged, and it had actually been hinted that Colonel Forster was going to be married.

Elizabeth listened with interest, but was relieved when her father called her to his library.

Chapter 20 – Mr. Bennet’s Talk

Posted on Thursday, 3 April 2008

“Lizzy my dear, come and join me.”

Lizzy got up and joined Mr. Bennet in his library.

“So Lizzy, you have finally returned to save your poor father. I thought the week would never end.”

“As did I father.”

“Well Lizzy, it sounds as if you did not enjoy your stay at Netherfield. Do you care to share it with me?”

“Well father, as you know Jane was sick this week. How could I enjoy myself when my dearest sister is suffering?”

“Yes, my dear I see what you mean. Despite Jane’s illness did you enjoy yourself?”

“I did sir. I was very pleased to see Mr. Bingley’s attentions to Jane strengthen not wither with her in residence in his home. Her preference is growing and I do not wish her to have her heart broken. Although I was pleased with Mr. Bingley, I was disappointed with others of the household.”

Mr. Bennet was all curiosity and probed her to continue. “Do you mean that gentleman’s friends?”

“No sir, I mean his sisters. I have never met with more disagreeable women in all of my life. They think not of others, only of themselves and are as empty headed as Kitty and Lydia.”

“Can that be so my dear, I think that would be hard to accomplish.”

“I assure you father they are.”

Mr. Bennet just laughed and inquired further into what he truly wanted to know. “So what are your opinions of Mr. Bingley’s friends now that I have heard your opinion of everyone else?”

“Well, about Mr. Hurst there is very little to say. He drinks more than he ought and sleeps a great deal. When he does say something it is pointless and often with out any topic at all. The Colonel is pleasant enough by nature but I saw very little of him as he is frequently engaged with the militia group that is in town. He is not part of their regiment, but apparently they have asked his assistance on some matters.”

Mr. Bennet continued to listen and was not unaware that she changed the subject before mentioning the final gentleman.

“Say father do you remember my Uncle Gardiner mentioning his supplier of wool?”

Mr. Bennet was curious to the change of topic and decided to pursue it with her before he inquired about Mr. Darcy. “I do indeed, a Mr. Jenkins, I have met him myself and must say that he is a very respectable man and only supplies the best wool to your uncle. It is because of his business that your uncle has been so successful these past years.”

“Was there not a different man prior to him sir?”

“There was, a Mr. Wickham, though he died a few years back.”

“Do you know much of Mr. Wickham’s family father?”

“A little and mind you it was heard third hand and I am not sure as to the reliability of the source, why do you ask?”

“I promise to tell you father after you have informed me. Please go on and trust me for a few minutes.”

Mr. Bennet sighed and continued: “It is said that Mr. Wickham was the steward of a very large estate in the North Country. The master of the estate trusted his steward exclusively. The master’s wife had died and he did not care as much as he had in the past, therefore all of his business was left to the steward and solicitor to run and ensure the estate did not fall into ruin. The master had a son that aided from a young age; however he was so young and still much away at school that he could not do much. Mr. Wickham heard of your Uncle Gardiner and sought him out because he was aware that Mr. Gardiner was respectable and did not require a lot of oversight therefore the steward could concentrate on other estate business.”

“That is great father, but what do you know of the steward’s family?” Elizabeth was curious as she was sure the estate owner was Mr. Darcy, though she wanted to know whether what the Colonel and Darcy talked of could indeed be true based on the character of the person in question.

“Calm yourself Lizzy, I am getting there. Mr. Wickham seemed to be held in high esteem, however at one point I heard that the remainder of his family was not. You are aware that your Aunt Gardiner comes from Lambton, a small village in the north and was acquainted with Mr. Wickham’s wife when she was younger. It seems the late Mrs. Wickham was an extravagant woman who spent more than her husband earned and frequently slandered the family that employed him. Her son was just like her in every way and frequently got in trouble with merchants because of his debts and other deeds. It seems that the master of the estate never knew these things because of his inattentiveness to matters once his own wife died. Mr. Wickham died an extremely poor and sorrowful man.”

“What was Mr. Wickham’s sons other deeds father?”

“They are not anything your young ears need to hear my dear, suffice it to say they were not honorable.”

“Father, I ask these things because there is a new officer in the regiment by the name of Mr. George Wickham. I believe the Colonel’s business with the regiment is to look after him. It seems he has past knowledge of the man as does his cousin Mr. Darcy. Mr. Darcy is the master of a very large estate named Pemberley which is in the North Country of Derbyshire. My understanding, though it is pieced together, is that Mr. Wickham’s father was the late Mr. Darcy’s steward. There has been some fallout with the family and the current Mr. Wickham is not held in high regard with Mr. Darcy.”

Suddenly awareness was coming to Mr. Bennet. Previously when Mr. Bennet had talked with Mr. Darcy and Pemberley was mentioned he knew it sounded familiar to him, but now it was all becoming clear to him. He was resolved to discuss it with him tomorrow at their meeting.

“I see my dear, well though we do not know the particulars I think it would be wise of you to stay clear of Mr. Wickham and any officers he associates with. I would like your assistance in keeping your sisters from him as well. Until we are certain that he is one and the same person there is no use risking anything. Say Lizzy, how came you to all of this information?”

“Father, as you are well aware I am an observer of persons and Mr. Darcy and his cousin have lively conversations.”

“So you enjoy watching Mr. Darcy and his cousin, do you?”

Lizzy was well aware of her fathers meaning and a deep blush rose upon her. She had to clear her throat before she replied. “You mistake me father, I enjoyed listening and watching all of the Netherfield party, it is just that the two of them have more lively and intelligent conversation than the rest of the persons in attendance. Colonel Fitzwilliam is a lively and congenial person, but he has made it clear that he is a second born son and must marry a woman of wealth. Therefore I interpret that as the Bennet girls are free from his designs and that we should set our sights elsewhere.”

“Well Lizzy, did you set your sights elsewhere?” This was said with a glint in his eyes.

“I have not father, all I have done while at Netherfield is what I have already told you, nursed Jane and observed everyone.”

“Lizzy dear, you have told me about everyone except the one that the neighborhood most speculates about. I want a direct answer and no more beating around the subject. What is you opinion of Mr. Darcy?”

Mr. Bennet had hoped she would volunteer the information because he knew her heart would be less touched if she did. Because she was not telling him he knew she must have some feeling for him.

“Father, I know not what to tell you, there is nothing there really, I had several intelligent conversations with Mr. Darcy. He happened upon me on my various walks about the Netherfield grounds and we seem to be on friendly terms.” Elizabeth could not look at her father and so she looked out the window to his right as she continued “I had many lively and intelligent conversations with him. He challenged my knowledge and wit and overall I enjoyed talking with him and getting to know him a little better”

Mr. Bennet had seen and heard enough, he was sure that his favorite’s heart was well on its way to another. He dismissed her with a kiss on the forehead.

Chapter 21 – Gentlemen’s Third Meeting

Posted on Friday, 4 April 2008

Mr. Bennet worried that this morning would be the day that his identity was discovered as the family attended church. Mr. Bennet knew that the Netherfield party would be in attendance and so as the last carriage pulled up and the party began to descend the carriage Mr. Bennet looked towards them searching out Mr. Darcy to see his reaction. His mind raced to determine if the man would approach and speak with him or if he would somehow be able to stretch the truth far enough without one of his daughters or wife blowing his disguise. The thought were making him distressed and his ever perceptive Lizzy recognized it.

“Father, are you well? You look distressed. Is there something I can do to relieve you?”

“No Lizzy, I am fine, I am just a little out of sorts at the moment and fill a bit of a chill. Perhaps I am coming down with something.”

“Father, you must return home this instant. I will tell mother, you go now. In fact there, go and use the side door. No one will even notice your departure.”

This was just the opportunity that Mr. Bennet could not resist. He truly was distressed at Mr. Darcy learning his identity as he did not want the association to end and he needed to be sure for his Lizzy’s sake that when he became known that Mr. Darcy would be so much engaged with her that he would overlook the father’s indiscretions.

Mr. Bennet was able to slip out the side door as Mr. Darcy was walking into the chapel.

Mr. Bennet congratulated himself on his escape to the house. He retired to the library to wait the time of Sunday services completion.

With the arrived time of the completion of Sunday services Mr. Bennet headed out to meet Mr. Darcy book and chessboard in hand.

Mr. Darcy had arrived before Mr. Bennet and was sitting on the porch chair looking out at the stream ahead of him.

“Good day sir, I hope I have not kept you long.”

“Not at all, I was just admiring the stream. I am fond of fishing and was just wondering at sport available here.”

“Oh it is good fishing my boy that is why Mr. Bennet built this lodge in this particular spot.”

“Indeed, perhaps another time we should test our luck. That is when the season is warmer of course.”

The two retired into the lodge and were in the process of preparing the fire and chess board.

Mr. Bennet began with a glint in his eye, “I was lucky enough to be admitted to Longbourn last night. I saw that the ladies had returned from Netherfield in good health. I must say the nursemaid there must be good if the glow upon the ladies faces were any indication.”

“Indeed she is good sir although she rarely saw Miss Bennet. If you must the only nursemaid who saw Miss Bennet regularly was Miss Elizabeth. Miss Elizabeth would not allow anyone else to wait on her sister.”

“Very good, she knows Miss Jane best of anyone else anyways. I must say that generally having the two eldest home calms the household down, but not last night. There is a new regiment of officers in the area and I must say to Mr. Bennet’s consternation they have caused quite a stir amongst the ladies of the house. It is interesting how each lady of the household is reacting to the news. Each of their reactions is so different to that of another sister.”

Darcy could not believe that his opportunity was presenting itself so well “I bet it has sir. I am sure the arrival of many men in the area would cause a stir in any household, especially one with such an abundance of femininity.”

“The actual arrival of the regiment is not the part that worries Mr. Bennet but the arrival of a particular gentleman of the regiment. It seems Mr. Bennet’s family is a long time, yet partly unconnected acquaintance with one of the officers. From what I gather the officer is not an honorable person. May I be bold enough to ask if your estate was the past employer of Mr. Wickham?”

Mr. Darcy started and Mr. Bennet did not miss it and so quickly continued. “I do not mean to alarm you, however Mr. Bennet has heard that a Mr. George Wickham has joined the militia and is in the neighborhood. His brother-in-law knows of his past through his good wife who is from Lambton. I am aware that Lambton is in Derbyshire where I believe you said your estate Pemberley is located. It appears as if Miss Elizabeth Bennet somehow became aware of his presence in the neighborhood and was asking questions to her father. The two had a long talk and now are endeavoring to keep him from the remaining Bennet sisters. I have been tasked with keeping an eye out and learning all I can to ensure the safety of the Bennet ladies and any other ladies of the neighborhood. I apologize if I am presuming too much in assuming you must know of him due to the location of your estate.”

Darcy let out his breath that he was holding and began “Sir, you are correct, I know of him. Nothing pleasant I am afraid. To own the truth I am a bit relieved by how informed you already are, one of the things I wanted to discuss today was this very topic and have you warn Mr. Bennet of him, thus ensuring the ladies safety. I am glad to know that it is not necessary since he is already informed though I will tell you all I know and if there is additional information that you feel important then you may relate it to Mr. Bennet though I must extract a promise of secrecy for some parts as it could hurt my sister. I will not withhold anything, but you will be able to know what to hold in confidence when relating it beyond the two of us.”

Here Mr. Darcy related the entire of his acquaintance with Mr. Wickham withholding nothing from his friend.

Mr. Bennet thanked him for the information, promised to never betray his confidences and said he would only relay what was absolutely necessary to protect not only the Bennet’s but the other families and merchants in the area. As of now it appears as if Mr. Bennet has the situation well in hand.

The conversation had finally calmed in intensity and the two began their chess game and easier conversation.

Mr. Mr. Darcy began “Sir, how did you say Miss Bennet became aware of Mr. Wickham in the neighborhood?”

“I did not say.”

“Oh didn’t you, well could you enlighten me?” Mr. Darcy had begun to understand his friends mind and knew that he was teasing him.

“I suppose I could if I wanted to?”

“Do you want to?”

“Why yes, I believe I do. Miss Elizabeth became aware of the information because she is an astute observer?”

Mr. Darcy looked at his friend blankly and stated “An observer? Did she meet him recently then?”

“No, I do not believe that they have ever met before, she knows him only by name.”

“How did she observe him then?”

“I did not say she observed him, I merely said she observed.”

“Oh I see, who would it be that she observed than to learn this information?’

“Why she observed you and your cousin Mr. Darcy?”

“But I do not remember discussing any such subject in her presence so that she could observe us? In fact I only remember discussing this with my cousin once or maybe twice and we were segregated from everyone, she was not present.”

“I do not know Mr. Darcy. She did not say when or where she observed, just that she did observe.”

“Interesting, if I remember right that the conversation where we discussed Wickham we also had a discussion of some other topics as well. I wonder if she heard them as well?”

“I am sure she did, for if she heard one she was bound to hear them all.”

Darcy shifted uncomfortably.

“Does that concern you Mr. Darcy?”

“Concern me… no it does not concern me, it just makes me concerned that I may have said something that would lessen my chances with the lady.”

“Oh and what would that be?”

“Well I told my cousin of my interest in a local lady that I had danced with?”

“Why would that concern her, she must know that she is the lady since you have danced with no other local lady?”

“Well it was that I also told my cousin that I was concerned that I had raised my sisters hopes in mentioning the lady in a letter. My sister now knows I like her, and I told my cousin that it concerns me because I myself am not sure how engaged my heart is. I was not ready to admit it at the time. Do you think she will think ill of me for the comments?”

“No I do not think so, she is a sensible girl with good judgment, if anything it let her know your possible interest and therefore she also asked herself some questions about you to ensure she would match your affection if you wanted to give it or be able to better discourage you if she did not.”

“That sounds reasonable sir and since you know her best I will rely on your assessment.”

“Good my boy, I must say that it also appears as if your friend has made a very good impression on the neighborhood.”

“Yes I believe he has sir. Bingley is always making good impressions wherever he goes. He has an easy and friendly disposition that is always well liked.”

“Is he also a frequent favorite of the ladies wherever he goes?”

“Generally yes.”

“It appears as if he is quickly becoming a favorite of the Bennet ladies if my ears did not deceive me last night.”

“Is that so sir, do you mind if I ask which lady of the party in particular?”

“Well mostly the mother,” here he laughed as Darcy cringed “but I must admit that the more that she mentioned Bingley the more rosy the complexion of Miss Jane became. She is a dear sweet girl who frequently receives the attentions of gentlemen in the neighborhood, but from my prior observations she never returns them. I must admit though it appears as if her heart has been touched this time around. Mr. Bennet fears that she will have her heart broke. Would you mind doing me a favor as I have been doing some for you?” Darcy nodded his agreement. “If you do not think that your friend’s attentions to the lady are steadfast make him desist his attentions to her. I request this because Jane is angelic and if her heart is broken she will not quickly recover and the more he provides attention to her the more attached she is becoming. I do not wish to see her hurt.”

“I will sir. I must say that Mr. Bingley is more inclined towards her than any other lady in the past, though I admit that I have not watched him as I normally have because I have been preoccupied with my own musings. I will observe, inquire and act accordingly. Thank you for the information. What small observances I have had of the lady made me think that her heart would not be easily touched, I must presume then that she is like me in that she just does not lay out her feelings for everyone to see.”

“You are correct in that, but I ask you, would you in such as household as she comes from. I believe neither Miss Jane nor Miss Elizabeth do, however Miss Jane is easier to read and comprehend once you know her temperament.”

Here Darcy did nothing but smile and nod in agreement.

Mr. Bennet continued to relate various tidbits of info he had gleaned from Elizabeth about everyone at Netherfield. That is everyone but Mr. Darcy. Mr. Bennet could see he was becoming impatient, but in spite of himself made the young man suffer.

“I must say Mr. Darcy, I can tell you are adept in the art of chess despite that fact that your mind has been wandering here and there. I think I shall enjoy playing you in the future. Mr. Bennet and I have each others moves figured out so we are no longer much competition to each other, I often think that we are one mind and whenever Miss Elizabeth plays me she refers to the rook as castles and the knights as horsey’s. You can imagine how those games proceed.”

Darcy laughed in spite of himself. He was anxious to learn what Elizabeth thought of him but at the fear of seeming desperate withheld his inquiry. “So Miss Elizabeth plays chess does she?”

“Yes, though she is very bad at it. It is not because she does not have the mind for it because there is none sharper or that has a keener sense of strategies. She just has a tendency to tell you what those strategies are so you can plot against her easily.”

Darcy smiled and their game continued in silence. Mr. Bennet was enjoying torturing Darcy and was impressed at the gentleman’s ability to withhold his desire to know. After hearing a few deep breaths of exasperation Mr. Bennet decided a few more minutes of torture and then he would tell him.

“What are those heaving’s for Mr. Darcy, I am not that poor of a chess partner am I?”

“Oh no sir, you are a very skilled player I am just realizing how my mind has not been in the game and it is certain that I am to lose this one as I do not think my mind will return.”

“I hope I have not upset you sir by our discussions today.”

“No, not at all I am almost fully pleased.”

“Almost”

“Yes, almost.”

“Why are you not fully pleased, have I not been open and told you almost everything that you requested from our last meeting?” Darcy was so disquieted that he missed the almost that Mr. Bennet said and continued.

In a frustrated yet quiet voice Mr. Darcy responded, “You have been most open sir, however you have related no information about the one subject I most want to know even though we talked of her for some time earlier. All of the discussion revolved around me and my perceptions and blunders, not her perceptions. I presume as you have information of everyone at Netherfield thus far that you also have some about me.” It then dawned on Darcy “almost”. “Oh I see sir, you are being coy with me, were you trying to see how much I could endure with out asking? Were you going to see if you could make a grown man beg?”

“Well now, it is about time you came to the point. I thought you would leave today without making me tell you.” Here Mr. Bennet laughed and began. “Well my boy, Miss Elizabeth is a hard one to crack and if you do not know her well you may think that what I am going to relate is not encouraging, however if you took the opportunity at Netherfield to get to know her at all you may be pleased by what I have to relate. Miss Elizabeth would not reveal anything to me at first. She told me of every person at Netherfield except you.” Here Darcy’s face cracked and a slight smile spread across his lips. “As much as I could figure out was that she enjoyed watching the interaction of everyone at Netherfield particularly the interactions between yourself and your cousin. When questioned she admitted she is aware that your cousin must seek an attachment to a lady of worth and therefore she would enjoy his friendship and expect nothing more. She tried to end the conversation there. When questioned directly about you she colored, blushed, looked out the window or down at the floor and spoke in the quietest voice saying you are an intelligent conversationalist. She admitted to happening upon you on some walks and that you and she had pleasant, lively and knowledgeable conversations. Then she said she enjoys talking and spending time with you. After completing her stuttered speech and being dismissed she practically ran from the room in embarrassment. Her father thinks that her behavior is most strange and that it definitely implies that her heart is engaged.” By the end of Mr. Bennet’s recitation Darcy was sporting a smile to rival any child being given a treat.

Mr. Bennet looked at Darcy who was grinning like a schoolboy. Mr. Bennet laughed a hearty laugh and said “Your smile lets me think that you have learned enough to be encouraged am I correct Mr. Darcy.”

“You are sir, I am very pleased. I believe Mr. Bingley is going to have a ball at Netherfield and I plan on using the opportunity to the best of my advantage with Miss Elizabeth.”

“Well sir, I can now honestly wish you all the luck in the world. Before last night I wished you well, however I believe Miss Bennet is also partial to you and I think she deserves to be happier than any other woman on this earth. From the times we have spent together and allowing my understanding of you to grow further I believe you would make her happy and therefore I wish you luck.”

The two finished their game and were preparing to leave. Darcy wanted to meet again, however Mr. Bennet could not fix a date due to business. Mr. Bennet told Darcy that he would send a note confirming a day if he could.

Just as the two were separating to go to their own residences Mr. Bennet began. “Mr. Darcy, I would have you know who I am prior to the Netherfield Ball.”

“Certainly sir, I would know it now if you would tell me.”

“No, not today sir, I enjoy this too much and am still afraid it would be spoiled with the knowledge of who I am.”

“Sir, why would you think that, nothing with change with the knowledge of a name?”

“We shall see Mr. Darcy, I am afraid that you are wrong I am sure it will change with that knowledge although I hope it will not. It will surprise to you learn who I am and truly how close of a fried of that family I am.”

“I am sure it will not sir.”

“Well we best not argue over it now, we will know soon enough, though not today. I am not ready as of yet to tell you. Perhaps at our next meeting.”

The two separated each to their own residences. Mr. Darcy had given up trying to discover who his friend and informant was, but now it appeared as if he should try to figure it out. He was enjoying the companionship of the gentleman and was beginning to think of him as a father. Something he had not had for many years. He truly hoped that the camaraderie would not change by knowledge of a name.

That night as Darcy, Bingley and the Colonel all talked in the library Darcy inquired after Bingley’s affections and intention to Miss Jane Bennet. Upon hearing a favorable response Darcy indulged his friend with his knowledge of the lady’s preferences. In addition Colonel Fitzwilliam told him of his overhearing at the party at Lucas Lodge about the lady’s views on matrimony. Bingley was so happy to receive all of the information that broke out his finest bottle for a toast.

Chapter 22 – The Letter

Posted on Friday, 11 April 2008

“I hope, my dear,” said Mr. Bennet to his wife, as they were at breakfast Monday morning, “That you have ordered a good dinner to-day, because I have reason to expect an addition to our family party.”

“Who do you mean, my dear? I know of nobody that is coming, I am sure, unless Charlotte Lucas should happen to call in--and I hope my dinners are good enough for her. I do not believe she often sees such at home.”

“The person of whom I speak is a gentleman, and a stranger.”

Mrs. Bennet's eyes sparkled. “A gentleman and a stranger! It is Mr. Bingley, I am sure! Well, I am sure I shall be extremely glad to see Mr. Bingley. But--good Lord! How unlucky! There is not a bit of fish to be got to-day. Lydia, my love, ring the bell--I must speak to Hill this moment.”

“It is NOT Mr. Bingley,” said her husband; “As we have the fortune of being acquainted with him he is most definitely not a stranger. As I said he is a stranger, a person whom I never saw in the whole course of my life.”

This roused a general astonishment; and he had the pleasure of being eagerly questioned by his wife and his five daughters at once. After amusing himself some time with their curiosity, he thus explained: “About a month ago I received this letter; and about a fortnight ago I answered it, for I thought it a case of some delicacy, and requiring early attention. It is from my nephew, Mr. Collins, who, when I am dead, may turn you all out of this house as soon as he pleases.”

“Oh! My dear,” cried his wife, “I cannot bear to hear that mentioned. Pray do not talk of that odious man. I do think it is the hardest thing in the world that your estate should be entailed away from your own children; and I am sure, if I had been you, I should have tried long ago to do something or other about it.”

“It certainly is a most iniquitous affair,” said Mr. Bennet, “and nothing can clear Mr. Collins from the guilt of inheriting Longbourn. But if you will listen to his letter, you may perhaps be a little softened by his manner of expressing himself.”

“No, that I am sure I shall not; and I think it is very impertinent of him to write to you at all, and very hypocritical. I hate such false friends. Why could he not keep on quarreling with you, as his father did before him?”

“Why, indeed; he does seem to have had some filial scruples on that head, as you will hear.”

“Hunsford, near Westerham, Kent, 15th October.
“Dear Sir,--
“The disagreement subsisting between yourself and my late honored father always gave me much uneasiness, and since I have long ago had the misfortune to lose him, I have frequently wished to heal the breach; but for some time I was kept back by my youth and my own doubts, fearing lest it might seem disrespectful to his memory for me to be on good terms with anyone with whom it had always pleased him to be at variance. My mind, however, is now made up on the subject, for having received ordination at Easter, I have been so fortunate as to be distinguished by the patronage of the Right Honorable Lady Catherine de Bourgh, widow of Sir Lewis deBourgh, whose bounty and beneficence has preferred me to the valuable rectory of this parish, where it shall be my earnest endeavor to demean myself with grateful respect towards her ladyship, and be ever ready to perform those rites and ceremonies which are instituted by the Church of England.

“As a clergyman, moreover, I feel it my duty to promote and establish the blessing of peace in all families within in the reach of my influence; and on these grounds I flatter myself that my present overtures are highly commendable, and that the circumstance of my being next in the entail of Longbourn estate will be kindly overlooked on your side, and not lead you to reject the offered olive-branch. I cannot be otherwise than concerned at being the means of injuring your amiable daughters, and beg leave to apologize for it, as well as to assure you of my readiness to make them every possible amends--but of this hereafter.

If you should have no objection to receive me into your house, I propose myself the satisfaction of waiting on you and your family, Monday, November 18th, by four o'clock, and shall probably trespass on your hospitality till the Saturday se'ennight following, which I can do without any inconvenience, as Lady Catherine is far from objecting to my occasional absence on a Sunday, provided that some other clergyman is engaged to do the duty of the day.--I remain, dear sir, with respectful compliments to your lady and daughters, your well-wisher and friend,
“WILLIAM BENNET COLLINS”

“At four o'clock, therefore, we may expect this peace-making gentleman,” said Mr. Bennet, as he folded up the letter. “He seems to be a most conscientious and polite young man, upon my word, and I doubt not will prove a valuable acquaintance, especially if Lady Catherine should be so indulgent as to let him come to us again.”

“There is some sense in what he says about the girls, however, and if he is disposed to make them any amends, I shall not be the person to discourage him.”

“Though it is difficult,” said Jane, “to guess in what way he can mean to make us the atonement he thinks our due, the wish is certainly to his credit.”

Elizabeth was chiefly struck by his extraordinary deference for Lady Catherine, and his kind intention of christening, marrying, and burying his parishioners whenever it was required.

“He must be an oddity, I think,” said she. “I cannot make him out. - There is something very pompous in his style.--And what can he mean by apologizing for being next in the entail?--We cannot suppose he would help it if he could.--Could he be a sensible man, sir?”

“No, my dear, I think not. I have great hopes of finding him quite the reverse.”

Chapter 23 – The Odious Mr. Collins

Mr. Collins was punctual to his time, and was received with great politeness by the whole family. Mr. Bennet indeed said little; but the ladies were ready enough to talk, and Mr. Collins seemed neither in need of encouragement, nor inclined to be silent himself. He was a tall, heavy-looking young man of five-and-twenty. His air was grave and stately, and his manners were very formal. He had not been long seated before he complimented Mrs. Bennet on having so fine a family of daughters; said he had heard much of their beauty, but that in this instance fame had fallen short of the truth; and added, that he did not doubt her seeing them all in due time disposed of in marriage. This gallantry was not much to the taste of some of his hearers; but Mrs. Bennet, who quarreled with no compliments, answered most readily.

“You are very kind, I am sure; and I wish with all my heart it may prove so, for else they will be destitute enough. Things are settled so oddly.”

“You allude, perhaps, to the entail of this estate.”

“Ah! Sir, I do indeed. It is a grievous affair to my poor girls, you must confess. Not that I mean to find fault with you, for such things I know are all chance in this world. There is no knowing how estates will go when once they come to be entailed.”

“I am very sensible, madam, of the hardship to my fair cousins, and could say much on the subject, but that I am cautious of appearing forward and precipitate. But I can assure the young ladies that I come prepared to admire them. At present I will not say more; but, perhaps, when we are better acquainted--”

He was interrupted by a summons to dinner; and the girls smiled on each other. They were not the only objects of Mr. Collins's admiration. The hall, the dining-room, and all its furniture, were examined and praised; and his commendation of everything would have touched Mrs. Bennet's heart, but for the mortifying supposition of his viewing it all as his own future property. The dinner too in its turn was highly admired; and he begged to know to which of his fair cousins the excellency of its cooking was owing. But he was set right there by Mrs. Bennet, who assured him with some asperity that they were very well able to keep a good cook, and that her daughters had nothing to do in the kitchen. He begged pardon for having displeased her. In a softened tone she declared herself not at all offended; but he continued to apologize for about a quarter of an hour.

During dinner, Mr. Bennet scarcely spoke at all; but when the servants were withdrawn, he thought it time to have some conversation with his guest, and therefore started a subject in which he expected him to shine, Lady Catherine deBourgh. He was not disappointed and they were able to learn more about her ladyship, daughter and estate than any of them wanted. Mr. Bennet also determined that Mr. Collins was ridiculous in the fact that he actually studied and planned compliments to the ladies.

By tea-time, however, the dose had been enough, and Mr. Bennet was glad to take his guest into the drawing-room again, and, when tea was over, glad to invite him to read aloud to the ladies as he retired to the corner by the fire. Mr. Collins readily assented, and many books were produced. After some deliberation he chose Fordyce's Sermons. Lydia gaped as he opened the volume, and before he had, with very monotonous solemnity, read three pages, she interrupted him with: “Do you know, mamma that my uncle Phillips talks of turning away Richard; and if he does, Colonel Forster will hire him. My aunt told me so herself on Saturday. I shall walk to Meryton tomorrow to hear more about it, and to ask when Mr. Denny comes back from town with Mr. Wickham, what a handsome man he is, I saw him yesterday, just you wait Lizzy I am sure you are to like him.”

Lydia was bid by her two eldest sisters to hold her tongue and Mr. Bennet stood up and came to stand over Miss Lydia and began. “Did I hear correctly that you have been in contact with Mr. George Wickham and think him agreeable?”

Lydia was amazed that her father knew the man but took that as a good sign towards the gentleman and continued to expand on his amiability, handsomeness and all the good qualities she could think of.

This did nothing but raise Mr. Bennet’s anger especially now that he knew even more truth of the mans character and after 2 minutes of Lydia’s chatter exploded. “Lydia, you listen to me, I forbid you to go anywhere near that man or any of his acquaintances, if I hear that you have conversed with any one of them you will be forbidden to go into town, attend any assembly’s and will remain on the ground of Longbourn until the entire regiment has left the area. Do I make myself perfectly clear? Then looking around he said and that goes for all of you.” With the pronouncement he turned on heel and went to his library.

Mr. Collins stated that he would no longer importune his young cousins and retired with Mr. Bennet to the library. He shortly returned to converse with the ladies as Mr. Bennet was in no humor for company. Lizzy was in no mood to listen to him and so she went to the library to calm her father.

Lizzy could not get her father into any sort of conversation and ended up retiring to her room with a book.

Mr. Collins was not a sensible man; the greatest part of his life having been spent under the strict confines of his fathers parish and then his stepfather’s without having received any duties to expand his knowledge or compassion; and though he belonged to one of the universities, he had merely kept the necessary terms, without forming at it any useful acquaintance.

It quickly became known to Mrs. Bennet that Mr. Collins had a good house and a very sufficient income and that he intended to marry; and in seeking reconciliation with the Bennet family he had a wife in view, as he meant to choose one of the daughters, especially if they were half as beautiful as they were generally reported to be. His plan did not vary on seeing them. By the end of the evening he had made his choice of Elizabeth.

Chapter 24 – Introducing Mr. Wickham

Posted on Wednesday, 16 April 2008

The following morning dawned bright and clear and after breakfast it was decided that all but Mr. and Mrs. Bennet should walk into town. Mrs. Bennet was not a good walker and Mr. Bennet was anxious to have his library to himself.

The walk passed quickly enough and they all reached Meryton. The attention of Lydia and Kitty was immediately wandering up in the street in quest of the officers, their father’s threat gone from their minds, and nothing less than a very smart bonnet indeed, or new muslin in a shop window, could recall them.

But the attention of Elizabeth was soon caught by a young man, whom she had never seen before, of most gentlemanlike appearance, walking with another officer on the other side of the way. The officer was the very Mr. Denny concerning whose return from London Lydia came to inquire, and he bowed as they passed. Lydia and Kitty suddenly seemed quiet, but Elizabeth was struck with the stranger's air, she wondered who he could be; and Kitty and Lydia, determined if possible not to let Lizzy and Jane know for they would be sure to snatch them all away and head home, led the way across the street, under pretense of wanting something in an opposite shop, and fortunately had just gained the pavement when the two gentlemen, turning back, had reached the same spot.

Mr. Denny addressed them directly, and entreated permission to introduce his friend when Lydia cut him off inquiring about his trip to London. He answered he questions and again tried to introduce his friend. It was here that the sound of horses drew their notice, and Darcy, Fitzwilliam and Bingley were seen riding down the street. On distinguishing the ladies of the group, the gentlemen came directly towards them, and began the usual civilities. Bingley was the principal spokesman, and Miss Bennet the principal object. He was then, he said, on his way to Longbourn on purpose to inquire after her. Mr. Darcy corroborated it with a bow, and was beginning to determine not to fix his eyes on Elizabeth, when they were suddenly arrested by the sight of the stranger, and Elizabeth happening to see the countenance of both as they looked at each other, was instantly aware that the man that they had yet to be introduced to was Mr. Wickham. Not wanting to appear as if she was accepting his introductions Elizabeth began. Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to our cousin Mr. William Collins. He is to stay with us for a fortnight, and then turning to the others she introduced Mr. Denny and then said I apologize, but the other gentleman must be introduced by Mr. Denny for we are just meeting him ourselves.

With that introduction Mr. Denny introduced his friend Mr. Wickham.

The Colonel and Darcy looked at each other both of them seemed to be at bit uneasy and bowed; we are pleased to make your acquaintance. They both then stood to the side without talking.

Elizabeth was watching all that occurred, Mr. Darcy and the Colonel were visibly mad, their posture easily portrayed it. In looking at Mr. Wickham, Lizzy could see that he was scared. All of the gentlemen began to walk with the ladies but quickly Mr. Wickham dismissed himself on some mention of business. Mr. Denny soon also departed and the Netherfield gentlemen were free to walk on with the Longbourn ladies and their cousin conversing comfortably.

The Longbourn ladies with their cousin and the Netherfield gentlemen walked towards Meryton Town Center where the shops and public places were laid out. The younger girls wished to view bonnets and lace and so quickly departed while the remainder along with all of the gentlemen headed to the bookshop. Mary and Elizabeth both had a book in mind.

Mary was looking for another volume of sermons Mr. Collins had recommended to a young lady such as herself and the latter was looking for the newest work of Sir Walter Scott.

“Ah, Miss Elizabeth you have come.” Said the bookstore owner very excitedly as Elizabeth walked through the door. “I have a surprise for you.”

The entire party had looked at Elizabeth as he spoke. She had a huge grin on her face, one of longing, yet knowing, hoping, yet apprehensive.

“Is it here Mr. Richards, did you finally receive copies?”

“I did, just this very morning. As I unwrapped the package I put two aside, one for myself and one for you. If I did not see you this very morning I was to send it to Longbourn by messenger boy so that you would no longer have to wait.”

Elizabeth laughed as she accepted the book he handed to her “If you would please place the cost of the book on the Longbourn account and send the bill to my father, he will clear it with you as soon as possible. Unfortunately I was not expecting this today and therefore I did not bring sufficient funds.”

“As you wish Miss Elizabeth. I must say that I have been occasionally reading a page here and there as I arrange books today and I am sure you will be most pleased, as I am.” Mr. Richards walked away to prepare an invoice for Mr. Bennet.

By now just about everyone had dispersed from watching Elizabeth and Mr. Richards. They had realized the excitement was over a book and went to their own amusements. Mr. Darcy however lingered with Elizabeth.

“Miss Bennet, what masterpiece has brought about this excitement between you and Mr. Richards?”

“Well Mr. Darcy, it is the newest bit of poetry, I daresay a bit of love poetry. Although I have yet to read it, it is my understanding that the poem encompasses 6 days and has three story lines. There is reported to be three men vying for the love of one woman.”

“Ah, I have heard of this work, The Lady of the Lake by Sir Walter Scott”.

“You are correct Mr. Darcy have you read it.”

“I have not, however I intend to. I see Mr. Richards has additional copies there by the desk, I think I shall also purchase a copy.”

“Mr. Darcy, you once asked me if I cared to read and discuss a book with you. If you are still interested in such a scheme I believe I have the perfect book for us to begin with.”

Darcy was joyful that she had not only remembered but asked him. “I would be delighted and honored Miss Bennet.” If you will excuse me I will go and make my purchase.

“Mr. Richards, I would like to make a purchase.”

“Of course sir, will there be anything else?” He asked as he began to wrap the book for Mr. Darcy.

“Nothing for me, however I would like to clear the debt owed on Miss Bennet’s book as well if you please.”

Mr. Richards looked at Mr. Darcy and began to say something but changed his mind. “As you wish sir, it is done. Your total will be ________.”

Mr. Darcy paid the man and shortly after the entire party left the booksellers.

Jane looked at her timepiece and declared that much time had passed and they needed to return home. Lydia and Kitty were recovered and the whole party, escorted by the gentlemen walked back to Longbourn

Chapter 25 – Mr. Bennet Revealed

Posted on Wednesday, 23 April 2008

Upon entering the house Miss Jane called for tea, gathered her mother and informed her father that Mr. Bingley was visiting. The following time was spent in quiet and easy conversation. 

After a quarter of an hour Mr. Bennet decided he had better join the party and get to know Mr. Bingley a bit better. If Mr. Darcy was correct then he may at some point in the future be welcoming this man into his family along with Mr. Darcy. He should get to know him as well. So Mr. Bennet entered at the back of the room surveying all around him. 

The moment Mr. Bennet walked into the drawing room his heart sunk. No one at first noticed him, his mind was racing for a way to retreat and just as he was about to attempt leaving unnoticed he heard, “There you are sir, I thought you were not to join us and leave our guests without a word from you.”

Everyone looked up at him except Lizzy and Mr. Darcy; they were sitting near each other, each of them engrossed in a book, what appeared to be the same book.

His face became despondent, this is it, this is the moment that Mr. Darcy would learn who he was. He felt sorrow and regret. He had really enjoyed his meetings with Mr. Darcy; he felt it was close to what might have been had he had a son. He worried that this would change their relationship, more importantly would the man accuse him off all sorts of things and then leave Elizabeth just as she was warming to him. Would he break his own daughter’s heart with his thoughtlessness? All of the emotions played across his face as he walked towards Lizzy and Mr. Darcy to take a seat near them. 

It was now that Elizabeth looked up from her book at the sadness and regret on the face of her father. She instantly became concerned and her voice betrayed it. “Are you well father; you look as if something has occurred that saddens you deeply. Would you like me to fetch you a cup of tea, or some wine or perhaps something stronger.” 

It was now that Mr. Darcy looked up as well. Shock instantly registered on his face, his draw dropped and he was unable to say anything.

Knowing very well that Lizzy would not understand but that Darcy would Mr. Bennet had to say something before Mr. Darcy could react. The anxiety could be heard in his voice as he hurriedly said “No, no my dear it is nothing. I suppose I am concerned that I joined the party. I did not know who was in attendance today. I was only informed of Mr. Bingley’s being here. If I had known that Mr. Darcy was here as well I would not have joined the party and let my cover down as of yet.” The entire speech was said as Mr. Bennet looked intently at an extremely shocked Mr. Darcy. 

Elizabeth did not understand but thought that Mr. Darcy’s look was because her father was insulting the gentleman. She became anxious herself at the rudeness of her father and was quickly thinking of how to recover. She was not quick enough though because Mr. Darcy began first.

“I wish you had known sir so that your cover could have been spared, if that was your wish, however I do not see that anything has changed for my part. Though to say that I am utterly and completely surprised would be an understatement.”

Mr. Bennet smiled the relief evident to both Darcy and Lizzy.

Elizabeth did not understand but as she tried to ask both men cut her off and it was evident that neither would share their information with her. In the end she quit asking just glad that the sadness in her fathers face was gone. The exchange had lightened both however and the three were able to pass the remainder of the time until the gentlemen left in pleasant conversation.

“So my dear, what are you reading?”

“The Lady of the Lake, father, it was just arrived today and Mr. Robinson saved me a copy. Father, I placed the cost of the book on our account and so a bill shall be sent soon. I did not have my allowance with me today. I hope you do not mind?”

“It matter not Lizzy, I shall pay it as soon as the bill arrives. Thank you for letting me know. I must say though that although you have waited a long time for this book it is very rude of you to be reading and ignoring your guests.” This was said with such a smile that everyone knew he was saying it in jest. Mr. Darcy took the opportunity to respond now.

“I assure you sir that she is being the perfect hostess, for you see I am reading as well.”

“Yes I do indeed see that. Is it your practice to bring literature to read while at all of your social visits Mr. Darcy or just when you visit Longbourn?”

Concern was again seen upon Elizabeth’s face as she wondered how her father could so pointedly speak in jest to this relative stranger. So many who knew her father, rarely understood his teasing, how Mr. Darcy, who only just met him could understand his statements were in teasing was beyond her. She was surprised when Mr. Darcy did just that, understand him. Things just did not make sense.

“Just Longbourn sir, my friends and I happened upon Miss Bennet and her sisters while they were in town today and we accompanied them in their shopping and then return to Longbourn. I also purchased a copy of Sir Walter Scott’s The Lady of the Lake and so Miss Bennet and I are perusing it and in discussion about the anticipation of a very fine read.”

Mr. Bennet’s eyebrows rose knowingly at Mr. Darcy, a small smile sly beginning at the corner of his mouth. “Very well, I see, so you have each purchased a copy of the same book entirely by chance today have you?” 

Elizabeth blushed and cast her eyes down “Perhaps not entirely by chance father. When Mr. Darcy saw what I was purchasing he declared that he had yet to read it and also purchased a copy for himself. I have proposed that we read it and discuss our views together.”

“That was rather bold of you Lizzy, what if your friend Mr. Darcy does not want to discuss the book with you. Perhaps you should have let him make the suggestion my dear.” Mr. Bennet was having fun teasing Elizabeth for he already knew Mr. Darcy had proposed the idea while Elizabeth was in residence at Netherfield.

Elizabeth was scarlet red now and ashamed that her father was ridiculing her in front of Mr. Darcy. Mr. Darcy came to her rescue.

“You are mistaken sir, I assure you that Miss Bennet would never overstep the bounds of propriety and suggest such a thing; however she was already assured of my willingness and acceptance. While she and her sister were in residence at Netherfield, I made the suggestion after realizing our similar interests in a particular book.”

“Well then I agree, you should read away, I hope you both have many long and happy discussions on the merits of Sir Walter Scott.”

Elizabeth was bright red by now, “Thank you father.”

“Sir, while we are here and everything is out in the open I hope you will overlook a little liberty I myself took today.”

Curiosity peaked, Mr. Bennet turned to look at Mr. Darcy “And what would that be Mr. Darcy?”

“I have reason to believe that you will not be receiving a bill for Miss Bennet’s book today.”

“Oh… and why would you believe this? Mr. Robinson is not in the habit of giving books away for free no matter how much he likes the person receiving it.”

Elizabeth was very interested and listened intently to the two.

“I believe it because I took the liberty to pay for the book when I purchased my own copy.”

Elizabeth gasped at the indelicacy of his behavior, her face betraying hurt at his disregard for her reputation. It would have been bad enough for him to make a purchase and then present it to her, but to have paid for something that she had already charged and alerted Mr. Robinson of the event was very indelicate indeed. They had no connection what so ever, no relation, no engagement, nothing. Thankfully Mr. Robinson was not a gossip and had a very high regard for her. She felt safe that he would say nothing.

“Well Mr. Darcy I believe that you are correct, I will not receive a bill for the book; however from the look on Elizabeth’s face she was not aware of your actions.”

“No sir, she was not, I did it all of my own choice.” In looking at Elizabeth, Darcy began to get a feeling of dread from his actions.

“Very well, in the future you may want to leave the cost of the books to my lot and just purchase some other trinket for the lady. She will be less offended.”

“Father!” With but a small statement all of Elizabeth’s ire transferred to her father. Elizabeth knew that by the way of their greeting there was more to their relationship than they were saying. The more they talked the more evident it became. Now they were jesting at her expense and she was mortified.

Mr. Darcy was getting more and more nervous with Mr. Bennet’s forward comments. He was becoming worried for Elizabeth and needed her to understand he was not laughing at her and saw no inappropriateness in anything that she did.

“What my dear, I am only making a statement so that Mr. Darcy understands you to know that his presumption in paying for your book has raised your ire and that if he wants to avoid that in the near future he should make his purchase of gifts for you a little more discretely.”

Elizabeth was now furious. She stood, clenched her teeth and spat out as she departed the room “Father that is quite enough. Mr. Darcy, good day!”

Darcy was frantic, she could not leave in this state, she would never speak to him again. What was her father doing, driving her away from him just as he was beginning to make progress? “Miss Bennet, wait, please wait.”

Elizabeth stopped and looked at Mr. Darcy, anger and humiliation written all over her face.

“I apologize if my thoughtlessness has placed you in an awkward or even compromised position. I had not thought that purchasing the book for you would be so controversial. I will ensure myself that you are not affected by it in any way.”

“You are very kind Mr. Darcy, but I am not concerned about your purchase sir, for Mr. Robinson is a trustworthy and honest man, my concern is with my father.” She turned her fiery gaze to her father. “He seems to find amusement in these proceeding, which are of a serious nature. I generally participate in his jests when they are of a harmless nature, but this. Father, how could you and in front of our guests. I am ashamed.”

Mr. Bennet began to regret his actions “I am sorry Lizzy, I had not thought you would be offended, we generally find amusement in these things together. I was sure you could laugh about it as I do.”

“Not this time father. You have gone to far.”

“Very well Lizzy, off with you, go and rest but come see me tonight. I will see our guests off with a proper apology. Will that suit you Mr. Darcy”

“Yes sir it shall. Good afternoon Miss Bennet. I hope that you enjoy your book and that we can begin discussing it next time we meet.”

“Very well Mr. Darcy, until we next meet.”

With that each bowed and Elizabeth left the room. 

“Mr. Darcy, would you join me in my library for a drink?”

“Yes sir, I believe I shall. Just let me tell Mr. Bingley that I shall meet him at Netherfield if he needs to leave before we conclude our discussion.”

The two arose and Mr. Bennet headed towards the library while Mr. Darcy addressed Mr. Bingley and Colonel Fitzwilliam.

“Bingley, Fitzwilliam, I shall be joining Mr. Bennet in a discussion about estate and business. I know not how long I shall be. You may depart without me and I will meet you at Netherfield later this evening.”

“Estate business, gall man, you are a bore aren’t you. I saw Miss Elizabeth leave you truly must have been a poor companion to run you off as you did. Very well, we are nearing the end of our visit; we will meet you at Netherfield.”

“Thank you Bingley, I shall meet you there.”

Mr. Darcy left to join Mr. Bennet in the library. He entered and sat down and accepted the drink that Mr. Bennet handed him without a word. Each sat in silence for a bit until finally Mr. Bennet began.

“Well I daresay the drawing room did not go as smooth as I would have liked, though you handled yourself well my boy. I daresay that she likes you.”

“I think she is furious with me and a far cry from having any emotion other than anger at this moment.”

Mr. Bennet chuckled at Mr. Darcy’s response before continuing. “I think you need to rethink the discussion or rethink your knowledge of the lady sir, for the way that she reacted affirms her opinion to me.”

Mr. Darcy sat in thought a moment. “No, regardless of what I know about her or reassess how she responded I think she is furious. I truly hope that I have not lost her good opinion because of our…” Darcy paused to rethink the correct word to say “thoughtlessness”. 

Mr. Bennet laughed, “You are being nice my boy. You truly do not mean to include yourself in that thoughtlessness. You are just saying that to spare an old man. You as well as I know that you mean to say my thoughtlessness.”

Mr. Darcy said nothing, which acknowledged his opinion of the trueness of the statement.

“Touché Mr. Darcy, Touché! I will tell you something in hopes that I can improve your opinion of me and we can continue as friends. I would not have you leave with a sour taste in your mouth of my conduct.”

Mr. Darcy nodded in assent.

“My perceptions are not in line with yours and so they may cheer you a bit if you believe me. I believe that Elizabeth is only mad at me. She and I have always had a like mind and teased at the absurdity of our neighbors, using each others conduct as a basis for a laugh, however we have never until today cared one stitch what those persons thought of us in return. Today’s manner in which Elizabeth reacted was so altered because she cares for your opinion. There could be no other reason she would react so.”

“I am not sure sir; she did not appreciate you calling into question the possibility of her acting in an inappropriate manner. She holds herself and her conduct to high standards and to have those standards questioned did not sit well, to have those standards questioned in front of a guest was upsetting. May I add that if you are correct, and I hope that you are, and she does have any sentiment for me then it would have only made your mentioning them even more angering. Due to the fact that I participated in the conversation her ire can not be limited only to yourself, it extends to me out of association at the very least, possibly, which I dread, but agreement as well.”

“You are correct in a few items, but not all. I do think that her ire is focused on me. She may be embarrassed next time you see her, but she will not hold it against you as she will me. Plus Mr. Darcy you supported her, which I must say was in very good form. Well done man.”

“I hope you are correct sir, but unfortunately only time will tell. As you know I have not made it secret from you what my intentions toward Miss Bennet is. As I have gotten to know her, these past weeks, those intentions have not wavered, they have only become more reinforced in my mind. If this lessens my chances with her I will truly be despondent, possibly angered. I am a gentleman and so I would never be able to do anything about it, but you must know how I will feel. Is that honest and fair enough?”

“Fair enough Mr. Darcy, fair enough. Let us hope that it does not occur. I will apologize to her again tonight and she will act angry for awhile, but if it is as all items in the past she will forgive me and all will be back as it was.”

“I hope so Mr. Bennet.”

The gentlemen broke up for the day and Mr. Darcy headed back to Netherfield.

That night Darcy related to his cousin the identity of his informant and watched as the Colonel had a hearty laugh. His laughed altered though as Darcy told him the extent of the discussions the two had in the past and again today.

“Think Darcy, you have been baring your soul to an acquaintance with the sole intention of wooing a lady… There, there Darcy, no denying it” the Colonel said sternly as Darcy tried to interrupt. “I know you are trying to woo the lady, leave it at that. Anyways back to what I was saying. Here you are baring your soul and talking of this lady and what you want from her and all this time it was to her father.” The Colonel let out a strangled laugh “Does that not put you at unease, you are as much honor bound to her now than you could ever imagine. Her own father knows you want to marry her. You told him as much today, not to mention your past discussions. What of it man, now you must. Her father will see to that.”

“I do not agree Fitzwilliam. You do not know him as I do. He is not that sort of man.”

“He is a father, one with an entailed estate and 5 undowered, unmarried daughters. You are a rich and handsome gentleman of the upper gentry; you have all but proposed marriage. He will make you honor your implied intentions, mark my word Darcy.”

“Fitzwilliam, I can admit to you alone that I am so lost to her already that I hope he does. It would save me from having to explain to the family that I have chosen her of my own free will.”

Fitzwilliam genuinely laughed and the two continued talking comfortably for a few additional minutes the Colonel told Darcy that he must return to his regiment as early as tomorrow as he just received a post that he is needed. 

“I am sorry Darcy, but you are going to have to deal with this Wickham situation on your own.”

Darcy shrugged and related to his cousin Mr. Bennet’s knowledge of the man and that he had related his dealings to him, therefore assuring him of an ally that is well known and respected in the area.”

The colonel was pleased though nervous that Georgiana’s tale had been told but if Darcy trusted the man then there was nothing to it he was to be trusted by the Colonel also. Darcy’s judgment was unquestionably good and the colonel retired at ease knowing his cousin would be well assisted.
***

After supper Elizabeth directly followed her father to the library. “Father, I must speak with you.”

“Yes Lizzy, I imagine you must!”

“Father, I must know what that was all about in the drawing room today. How could you act that way in front of our guests.”

Mr. Bennet sighed unsure of whether to tell Elizabeth or not his head said not to, ensuring that she made her own decisions and not basing them off of his or any others opinion. On the other side his heart was dying to tell her all that he knew of the man’s goodness and that he knew that Mr. Darcy was just the man to make her happy for all of her days. In the end his head won out and he told her that he had a mere slight acquaintance giving her nothing but vague details. He desperately wanted to tell her, rationalizing that she deserved to know his opinion of the man. Perhaps she would open up to him more if she knew the man himself had. Yet despite all, he could not tell her everything and left her with but a brief understanding. More than wanting to tell her he wanted her to discover him on her own. 

“Lizzy my dear, Mr. Darcy and I have a prior acquaintance that you need not worry yourself about. Through this acquaintance we know each other by sight alone, or at least he knew me by sight, I had the fortune of knowing his name. Today we were revealed to each other and I was afraid our acquaintance would change once he knew my identity. I am honored to know that knowledge of each other has not changed Mr. Darcy’s intentions or opinions. Our knowledge of each other has extended to our understanding of personality. Mr. Darcy knew I was jesting with him and he was not offended. I had no idea you would become so defensive. You normally react with calmness and jest when we tease, even when we tease ourselves.”

“Father I do not understand, how do you know Mr. Darcy? Why would an acquaintance change by knowing your name?”

“No Lizzy, it is not your place to ask such things and I will not tell you. There are some things in this world that you must be content in being ignorant about. But do not distress yourself my dear, I can only imagine that there is one reason that you would do so.”

“Oh, and what would that be father.”

“Why that you like Mr. Darcy and that you do not want him to know of anything that may make you appear in a less than perfect light.”

“Father, I can not believe your audacity today. What has gotten into you?”

“Nothing my dear, I am the same as ever, it is you who is beginning to change. For the first time you have found someone who you care what they think of you.”

Lizzy paused to think Is father correct, do I care what Mr. Darcy thinks of me?

Mr. Bennet just smiled at her during her pause for thoughts. As she began to speak again he rose and walked over to kiss her forehead. “Now off with you my dear, I hope you and your Mr. Darcy have many long and happy discussions on the merits of Sir Walter Scott.”

“He is not my Mr. Darcy father.”

“Oh is he not… well I have the highest regard for YOUR Mr. Darcy.” This time the word was emphasized even more and he continued. “And if he is not YOUR Mr. Darcy already then he certainly shall be very soon.” With that said Mr. Bennet dismissed a shocked Elizabeth with a wave of his hand.

Just as she was to exit the door he said one last time. “I truly am sorry Lizzy if today’s conversation upset you. You must know that Mr. Darcy knew we were in jest and has not lessened his high opinion of you in the least. You shall see him again, worry not daughter.”

Lizzy left the room no longer angered at her father or Mr. Darcy and thought only of her Mr. Darcy and what their future discussions of Sir Walter Scott would bring.

It had been over a week since Jane and Elizabeth had met to talk. Jane came to Elizabeth’s room and they each situated themselves upon her bed. Elizabeth related to Jane what she had seen passed between Wickham and Darcy and the knowledge that she knew of each. When Jane asked her source she said much of it was from father and uncle, but some of it had been gleaned from Mr. Darcy and the Colonel. Today’s looks between them and fathers scolding the day before had confirmed it all.

After they talked of Wickham and his interactions they moved to more pleasant conversations, what each thought of the gentleman inhabitants of Netherfield? It soon became apparent to each that their sister was falling, if not already in love.

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