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Prologue (revised)

I will never understand how this happened. How I allowed myself to remain silent on such a matter of import. And here I am watching the wedding of my dearest cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam, to his betrothed Elizabeth Bennet. I try to watch the recital of their vows with disinterest.

Of course, I manage to watch everything in life with disinterest. People call me proud, but it is not that at all. They say, "Mr. Darcy is horrendous, so full of himself..." I am not that way at all. Perhaps I am misguided in some pursuits, but not proud or conceited. I have very little confidence when it comes to myself. I reason that I am not capable of forging friendships, with the exception of Bingley. Then again, I do not want to be one of the crowd, caught up in some fashionable circle where the only topic of conversation is who might be bold enough to drive the newest style barouche. I do not want to be like Caroline Bingley, or Louisa Hurst and that inebriated husband of hers.

No, there must be some deeper meaning to life, and I thought to have found that in Elizabeth Bennet. From the moment I first laid my eyes of her, there was a spark of attraction. I tried to deny it, to squelch it, but in the end I gave myself up to it. In vain I struggled, but it would not do. Her fine eyes, her wit, her playfulness had my heart inexplicably.

But no, here she is pledging herself with everlasting to devotion to my cousin. A devotion that in the eyes of the law shall never be put asunder. A devotion that shall forever divide her from me. A devotion that shall consign me to the very depths of despair.

Chapter One

Richard had been called back to his regiment and had left her at one of his family's estates in Derbyshire. Her new father-in-law, the Earl of Matlock, had been very gracious in offering the family's Derbyshire estate to the newly married couple.

Elizabeth was completely overwhelmed with the workings of the rambling mansion. It was lovely, to be sure, for it was situated amongst rolling green hills, overlooking a vast forest. There were trails and paths enough even to exhaust Lizzy's enthusiasm for the out of doors.

Despite such a diversion to be had, Lizzy found herself completely taken up with the running of her new home. She had had no prior experience of running such a vast estate; Longbourn paled in comparison and Jane had always been more suited to learning the mechanics of a household. Still, Lizzy was a quick learner and delighted in every task she accomplished. Her tasks were many as the new Baroness (Richard, was in possession of the title of baron, despite his insistence that he forever be referred to as Colonel) and she found herself sometimes overwhelmed to distraction.

She would collapse in the large four-post bed at night and fall instantly asleep. And then some nights, she would lay, staring at the canopy, wondering about this life that she now led. Never in a thousand years had she seen herself married. Her resolve to be induced to marry only by means of the deepest love had deprived her of silly schoolgirl romances. And indeed, she doubted that she would ever find anyone whom she could fall desperately in love. It was not in her nature to abandon herself to love. And so she had resigned herself to a quiet life of spinsterhood.

Then the outside world encroached upon Hertfordshire. Mr. Collins had come to Longbourn. In the wake of his disastrous proposal, there was her mother's disapproval, and her best friend's eventual marriage to that odious man. Charlotte had been her model, cool and disaffected, but even she was human. Though apparently she was unaffected enough to suffer at the hands of Mr. Collins's affections.

Elizabeth remembered her outrage at Charlotte's easy acquiescence to her lot. Elizabeth had fought against it with all her might, remaining steadfast to her resolve. But then, the trip to Hunsford had introduced her to witty and charming Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam. She smiled, thinking about her husband. He really was a good man and deserved much better than she. He loved her with all his heart, and she... She respected him. That was all. There were no other feelings to be mustered.

Perhaps Jane had been right after all. Of course, her dearest Jane was wiser than she led everyone to believe. Elizabeth still remembered her expression the night she had told her of her engagement.

"You marry Colonel Fitzwilliam?" She had said, shock registering on her angelic features. "You are in love with him, then." Her pleading voice willed this question into a statement.

Elizabeth had expected this question. "No I am not, Jane."

"Then how? You have said on numerous occasions that only the deepest love would induce you to matrimony. Hoe can you betray such a fervent declaration?"

"Common sense calls me to abandon my ideals, Jane. I will not be a burden to my family. It is one thing to turn down a clergyman whom no one likes. It is quite another to refuse a respectable gentleman from a good family with good prospects."

"Oh Lizzy, you are beginning to sound like Mama!" Jane wailed, sitting hard upon a nearby chair.

"Oh dearest Jane, do not say such things. I am only looking for you, and Mary, Kitty, and Lydia. I am thinking of you all as I allow myself to pulled into this marriage."

"No one has ever asked you to play the martyr, Lizzy." Jane said, her displeasure evident.

"I am not playing the martyr, Jane. Richard is a good man, kind and witty. He loves me and will take care of me. I cannot ask for anything else. It would be foolish. You need love, I can convince myself that I do not."

Elizabeth remembered those words clearly. Was it really true? Could she live without love?

"Its too late now, Lizzy." She told herself. She would have to live with her decisions now.

The next morning, Elizabeth sat in the morning room, busily reading Jane's latest letter. She took occasionally sips of tea, and chuckled aloud as Jane described Mama's latest ailment.

A discreet knock sounded on the door before it was opened on well-oiled hinges. Gibbs, the butler, entered on silent feet.

"Lady Fitzwilliam, Miss Darcy is in the east drawing room, hoping to pay you a call. Will you receive her?"

"Yes, of course. I will see her directly. Could you please tell Cook to prepare a tea tray?"

Gibbs bowed in response and removed himself quietly.

Elizabeth sanded the letter before her and rose to her feet. The famous Miss Darcy, she thought, I shall see now if Wickham or Richard was telling the truth.

Lizzy paused in front of the looking glass on the wall and tucked a few curls of hair back into her chignon. She took a deep breath and made her way to the drawing room.

When Lizzy opened the door, she was immediately found Miss Darcy staring out the window. Lizzy observed that her guest was thin, possessed of golden curls which escaped a bonnet trimmed in pale blue.

Charming, to be sure, Elizabeth thought.

"Miss Darcy?"

The girl turned around and smiled. The act illuminated her pale features and Lizzy knew immediately that she was nothing like her brother.

"Lady Fitzwilliam..."

"Oh please, none of that. We are cousins after all. Call me Lizzy or Eliza, whichever you prefer." Elizabeth replied.

The girl's smile brightened. "Then please call me Georgiana, if you like of course."

Lizzy bowed her head in acquiescence and smiled brightly. "What do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" She asked, and indicated that her guest should take a seat. Georgiana sat down and began fiddling with her reticule.

"Actually, 'twas my brother's idea that we pay our respects, however he was called away on business this very morning." She explained quietly.

"Oh dear," Elizabeth replied, "'twas nothing serious, I hope."

"Oh no! Fitzwilliam is very dedicated to his responsibilities, that is all."

I imagine. Lizzy thought to herself. So dedicated that he can meddle in other people's affairs! Elizabeth felt her face grow pink with anger. Fortunately, a maid brought in a tea tray. Elizabeth busied herself with preparing the cups and plates.

The conversation was stilted as they sipped their tea and nibbled on a wide range of pastries.

Finally, Georgiana ventured, "I am very happy that you have come to Derbyshire. I am often lonely when I am in residence at Pemberley."

Elizabeth felt a pang of loneliness for the girl. A large estate and a too proud brother would not make anyone happy.

"We shall have to be the best of friends then." Elizabeth said cheerfully. "I will admit that I am currently preoccupied with the intricacies of my new household, but I would enjoy the chance to become better acquainted with you Georgiana."

The girl beamed, and Elizabeth decided that it suited her. She was of a naturally solemn disposition, and Lizzy wondered what could have happened to cause a young girl to be so grave. Perhaps she would eventually confide in her.

They continued to make polite conversation until Georgiana ventured tentatively, "Do you miss Richard very much?"

Elizabeth paused and thought. She should hardly know herself. She had certainly asked herself more than once as she lay alone in the huge bed upstairs. She missed his wit and kindness, to be sure. But she had a difficult time with anything beyond that.

"Of course! What newly wed wife would not?" Elizabeth heard herself say.

Georgiana seemed satisfied and went back to sipping her tea.

Chapter Two

Elizabeth's mind shifted to the reason of Jane's distemper. That odious Mr. Darcy! Had he not interfered, Jane would probably be betrothed to Bingley. Her happiness would be complete. But it was not to be because Darcy had persuaded the oh-so-easily-persuaded Mr. Bingley that marriage to an obscure country girl would not do him credit.

Elizabeth's anger grew as she re-hashed the conversation she had had with Mr. Darcy in Hunsford. He had shone up unexpectedly one day, and had proceeded to speak with her. The conversation had turned to Jane's visit to London and Elizabeth could not help but remark that Darcy should have met up with her.

"She paid a few visits to Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst while she was there. Is it not strange that you did not bump into her while she was there?"

Darcy had been taken aback by her forthrightness, but then replied, "No particularly strange. I do have my own townhouse and am not dependent upon Bingley's company always."

"Indeed. Well I suppose London is large and it not easy to meet up with former acquaintances." Elizabeth conceded.

"Quite." Darcy was beginning to look frazzled.

"It is fashionable though. Most fashionable people frequent the same places. I should not wonder that you and Bingley did not meet up with her in some fashionable spot."

"Perhaps we did and Bingley decided not to renew the acquaintance." Darcy said testily, but then drew up short when he realized what had escaped his lips.

"Pray, what do you, sir?" Elizabeth had demanded.

Darcy had not immediately replied. "What I mean is that having an acquaintance in the country is one thing, but keeping that acquaintance in the city is an entirely different matter. Perhaps Bingley was taking that into consideration."

"I have difficult time believing that Mr. Darcy. I observed that Mr. Bingley was very well disposed towards my sister. I do not believe that he would do such a thing!" Elizabeth had declared righteously.

"Perhaps he would not have. But perhaps he is of a different mindset after being apprised of the folly of such a acquaintance." Darcy had replied, his own voice ringing with self-assurance.

Elizabeth remembered growing cold. And then asking, "Are you saying that you have Mr. Bingley against my sister?"

"I have not had to fortune to do that. Bingley is made of more conviction than I had thought him. To be frank, he has been in love with many, and I had thought that his infatuation with you sister would be as short lived as the others. Upon seeing this, I was resolved to keep your sister's presence in London a secret to him."

"How dare you!" Elizabeth had cried, shocked and dismayed that the merely proud gentleman was truly dastardly.

"I did dare, Miss Bennett. And perhaps I have succeeded, perhaps not. The point is that I have failed miserably, not only in regards to your sister's association with Bingley, but also in my association with..."

"Please leave, Mr. Darcy. I do not ever want to see your face again!"

Darcy had turned pale, but then made a stiff bow and left the room.

Elizabeth remembered the scene very vividly. And it had only gotten worse when she was taking a turn Richard the next morning. He had confirmed her veiled attempts to discover the truth. At that moment, her hatred of Mr. Darcy had been set in stone.

And a few days later, once the pain of discovery had dissolved, Elizabeth found Richard on his knee before her one morning. His eyes were shining with concealed affection and love. Elizabeth had been speechless for a moment. But then everything seemed clear.

Bingley was lost to Jane forever. Her sisters would marry eventually, hopefully. But she... She would end as a burden to her family, or to Jane and her husband and children. Elizabeth was much too independent for that. So why not marry a man who loved her and respected her? Her long held resolve had sprung up to remind her, but she found it useless now.

And she had accepted him that very moment.

Elizabeth sighed aloud and then switched positions in the very empty bed. The very vastness of the soft mattress reminded her of her current state. Married with an absentee husband and a dejected sister who would perhaps be forever in love with a man who was barred from her.

What a strange thing life had turned out to be.

Elizabeth sat by the fire the next morning, trying desperately to conceal a yawn. She had slept poorly. The reliving of the past few months had left her in a restless frame of mind. Elizabeth put down her cup and saucer and rose to her feet. Perhaps a brisk walk through the hills would be bracing enough to wake her. She quickly retrieved her warm wool pelisse, gloves, and bonnet. She stepped out into the cool morning air, breathed deeply, and then expelled it loudly. Elizabeth was just about to start off when she glimpse a lone horseman in the distance. Her curiosity was piqued, however, she was not prepared for the rider when he dismounted.

It was Richard.

"My darling Eliza!" he exclaimed upon sighting her. Elizabeth broke into a smile to cover her surprise. She had been prepared for anyone, save her husband. She moved to greet him and was greatly shocked when he pulled her into his arms and kissed her soundly. There was something in that kiss that Lizzie could not define. And it went far beyond the ardor of a respectable couple married for nearly six months. Perhaps he had been in camp for too long.

Elizabeth pulled away, and laughed awkwardly. "The servants shall talk, dearest."

Richard's frown turned into a smile of indulgence. "My, have we not become the perfect example of matronly propriety in my absence."

Lizzie smiled archly, and replied, "I am no longer a simple, country girl, but a respectable Colonel's wife."

"I think I preferred you as a 'simple, country girl' as you put it," he said, pulling her up the stairs and into the entrance hall.

Gibbs stood waiting to take his master's greatcoat. "Safe journey, sir?" He inquired solicitously.

"Yes, thank you, Gibbs. Could you have Cook send 'round some tea? I think I am chilled to the bone."

"Come, then," Elizabeth said, "You may care to ward off the chill by the fire."

Lizzie led the way and when the tea arrived, prepared Richard's cup to his liking. He graciously accepted and stood by the mantel, watching his wife.

Elizabeth was aware of his scrutiny, and it made her very nervous indeed. She took her own cup and sat down on the sofa.

"What have you found to occupy your time in my absence?"

"Oh many things. The house is so vast, I fear that even after all this time, I have not gained a proper idea of its ins and outs."

"Yes, I suppose this is rather overwhelming, even when you have come from an estate as lovely as Longbourn."

Elizabeth smiled, knowing all the while, that in his affable way, he was saying that she was ill-equipped to run such an operation.

"You wrote and said that you had made the acquaintance of Georgiana. How did you find her?"

"Oh she is a lovely girl, quite different from what I had pictured her."

Richard chuckled, and replied, "Thought she would take after Darcy, I am sure. She takes after him in timidity, however she has a sweet spirit that cannot be suppressed. Darcy is harder to warm up to, I suppose. One must really spend time with him."

One needs to spend more than that! Elizabeth thought angrily.

"I was to sup with Georgiana tomorrow evening, should I send my apologies?"

"Of course not! We shall go together, for I stopped in on my way here. Darcy was more than happy to have both us around."

"Mr. Darcy is at Pemberley? Georgiana had said he was away on business."

"Oh I think he was, yes, however he returned quite unexpectedly. He is in residence now. Good luck I should say, surely he and I shall have time to hunt."

"In this weather?" Lizzie asked, horrified, "You shall catch your death!"

Richard put aside his cup and came to her. Taking her hand in his, he replied quietly, "You forget, my dear, that I am quite immune to the elements."

Elizabeth nodded vaguely, her mind overwhelmed with his nearness.

"Come upstairs," he asked huskily, bringing her hand to his lips.

Elizabeth's heart began to race. "I must prepare the menus for the week. Cook gets put out with me when I give her no word."

"I should rather starve than remain another minute without you." he replied sincerely.

Even Elizabeth, immune to such pretty words as she was, could not stop a slight smile from creasing her lips. Still his words did not ease her mind or heart.

"It is the morning..." Elizabeth protested weakly.

"I am quite aware of that." Richard said. He was trying not to be discouraged. She could see his disappointment in his eyes. Elizabeth sighed and smiled as if the matter did not trouble her. "All right," she acquiesced. It would be cruel to put him off. And as he led her out of the room and up the staircase, Elizabeth began convincing herself that in the place of love, there was always duty.

Chapter Three

Elizabeth sat in front of her dressing table the next night. She anxiously fingered the curls that surrounded her forehead.

Richard strode into the chamber, dressed in plain clothes. He was mud spattered, indicating that he had been out with his steward. Elizabeth knew immediately that he had forgotten about their supper engagement.

Richard's eyes sought her out and looked appreciatively. "Is my homecoming the occasion for you looking so ravishing?"

"Richard, we are to sup with Georgiana tonight, did you not remember?" Elizabeth asked gently.

"Dash it all! I forgot. I hurry, my dear, I shall be one minute, that is all." He ran in the direction of their dressing room. Elizabeth could not help but smile after him.

The one thing she had learned about her husband was that he was absent minded. It was truly amazing that he had risen to the rank he had. But maybe in a more rigid environment he was much less forgetful. Perhaps he should not have married her. He had been a confirmed bachelor before he met her. What had prompted him to make her an offer? Loneliness? An until-then-long-hidden need for domesticity?

Elizabeth heard the splashing of water and a few bumps and knocks. She raised her brows, becoming more amused by the minute. Richard hopped in, tugging on a boot. Elizabeth burst out laughing.

"What is this? My fair wife finds amusement in forgetfulness?" Richard demanded, trying to affect offense. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her lightly. "What shall be your punishment, then?"

"Midnight duty or perhaps a flogging?" Elizabeth replied tartly.

"From amusement to mockery. I believe I have married a smart-mouthed chit!"

"Perhaps, but I would prefer to be smart-mouthed and not late. We must be on our way." Elizabeth told him and reached up to straighten his cravat. She was sure then that Richard had not married her for domestic reasons. She would never see him as landed gentry? So what was their future?

"As much as I enjoy the company of my cousins, I think I would prefer staying close to the fire with you, my dear." Richard said softly.

Elizabeth arched a brow. Yes, he had been in camp too long. But he did have a point; she preferred wifely duties to eating at the same table with Mr. Darcy.

"Well..." She trailed off with a sigh.

"I suppose it would be rude if we did not go. Georgiana would be terribly disappointed if we did not show. And besides, I cannot have you to myself for the whole of my leave. Let us adjourn to the carriage." Richard decorously held out his arm and led Elizabeth down stairs.

Darcy paced the confines of the drawing room, his hands behind his back, his emotions in turmoil. He ignored his sister's furtive glances while he mulled over the evening's agenda. He knew that the meeting would come eventually, but he had hoped that it would not occur so soon.

The wound was still fresh and he had not come to terms with the fact that he had lost his love to his cousin. And now he would have to pass the evening with the happy couple. Georgiana had mad it clear that Elizabeth was happy. And he had no doubt how Richard felt.

The bell announcing their arrival rang somewhere within the house. The gentle, but faint tinkling sounded like a death knell to Darcy. He straightened beside the fireplace and took a deep breath. The door opened slowly.

Richard bounded in with an enthusiasm that belied his military position. His wife, moved into the room with grace and decorum.

Darcy caught his breath. She is beautiful. The glow of newly married bliss emanated from her pink cheeks. Darcy felt a stab in the region around his heart.

He could not dwell on it, for Richard came over and clapped him on the back.

"Devilish cold out, Darce! And down right chilly inside. Aunt Ann would have had a fit!" Richard said jovially.

Had anyone else referred to his deceased mother, Darcy would have grown angry. But he was incapable of feeling that way about Richard. Even if he had married the woman Darcy loved.

"Georgiana, ring the bell, and have one of the servant come around with more wood." Georgiana was already conversing with Elizabeth, but she moved to the bell pull and rang twice.

Richard took the interim to pull Elizabeth to his side. Elizabeth dropped a stiff curtsey and extended her hand. "It is a pleasure to meet with you again, Mr. Darcy." Elizabeth forced out in congenial voice.

Darcy bowed over her hand. "It is a pleasure, Miss..., I mean Lady Fitzwilliam. And under the circumstances, I am delighted." Darcy replied. His voice was anything but convincing.

"Indeed." Elizabeth replied, a hint of ice in her voice. Richard looked warily between them. He must have convinced himself that their animosity was over exaggerated because he grinned and declared, "I am famished, Darce, do we sup soon?"

As if on cue, the resounding gong of the dinner bell sounded. "It seems I have become a clairvoyant. My men shall be delighted to hear it!"

Elizabeth could not help but smile, and allowed her self to be escorted into the dining room.

Supper was tense at first, but genial banter that Richard carried on between his cousins was infectious. Even reserved Georgiana bloomed in the good company of her favorite cousin and guardian. After supper was concluded, Georgiana and Elizabeth adjourned to the drawing room.

Darcy and Fitzwilliam indulged in a brandy and political talk for some moments.

"So when do you return to camp?" Darcy asked, staring at the amber liquid in his glass.

"A week." Fitzwilliam answered. "Shall be devilishly difficult. Eliza is wonderful, she would make it hard on the coldest of men to leave her side."

Darcy could not help but a lift a brow. His mind was reeling and unable to comprehend the implications of Richard's words.

"I was always of a military mind, Darce. I was perfectly content to end my days as a commander, respected by my men, etceteras. That was until Eliza. She made me want something more. I was never inclined to land-holding or managing a farm, but I think I could now. I think I would retire if we were not in the middle of war!"

Darcy did not say anything for several moments. He felt the same way. Elizabeth Bennett had set his world on its ear, too. He knew that he would have done anything to have her by his side. He knew that 'anything' would cause his cousin the deepest hurt.

"Darce? Are you all right? You have been dreadfully quiet tonight? Is there something wrong?"

Darcy smiled finally. "Just tired, Richard. Been around the estate today, can be dreadfully tiring when one has been away."

"I know what you mean. I spent the entire day with my steward today, which was pure boredom. The man did not say a witty thing all day!"

Darcy laughed for the first time. "A dreadful bore, then? Well, I hate to tell you Richard, stewards usually are."

Richard laughed in response and rose to his feet. "Shall we join the ladies? I think they have started without us!" He referred to the gentle strains of the piano-forte. "I say! Georgiana's performance has improved."

Darcy did not say anything as they moved down the corridor. It was not Georgiana's playing; it was Elizabeth Fitzwilliam's.

The feeling on dread returned as they both entered the drawing room. Elizabeth sat on the bench, and as they took a seat, her gentle voice burst forth. Darcy was enchanted as he had been the first time he had heard her play. He knew then that the evening would be even longer than he had anticipated.

Chapter Four

Elizabeth lay awake that night, a trend that was becoming rather frightening. She never slept anymore, unless she had exhausted herself with the running of the household. But tonight, she was not exhausted, but pensive.

She flicked her eyes over to her sleeping husband. It seemed that Richard never had problems sleeping. He was softly snoring away the night while she was whittling away her night with too much thinking.

Her main occupation at the moment was the night they had spent with the Darcy and Georgiana. She had enjoyed her time with her young friend, as usual, but Darcy's presence had cast darkness on the otherwise jovial gathering.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes as she thought about his behavior. Richard had assured her numerous times that Darcy was just reserved in company. Despite his assertions, Elizabeth could not see it that way. The man was proud and that was all that could be said. To be sure, he had said some witty things tonight, but they had been few and far between. But was not to be borne, was his constant glances in her direction.

Why would he stare at her? Was he so dissatisfied with alienating his company that he had to stare at them rudely as well?

Elizabeth blew an angry breath between her lips. She immediately realized that she had disturbed Richard. Thankfully, not too much, because he just shifted towards her and muttered in his sleep.

Elizabeth smiled, looking fondly at his face. He was not considered handsome by fashion, but he certainly was not hard to look at. Even in her wildest imaginings, she would not have pictured herself with someone so distinguished. So why could she not love him? Had she really tried?

No, she had not.

Maybe she should.

Elizabeth looked at Richard again. It is not as if he was cruel or indifferent to her. He loved her; that she knew without a doubt. So what was holding her back?

She had not bargained for this guilt. That was it. She had thought that she could marry a man based on her respect for him. That was not so. She was not Charlotte, who could obvious marry a man in order to secure her own comfort.

She had to make herself love Richard. If she were ever to be easy with herself, she had to love him. The chilling thought occurred. Should she not be in love with him?

Elizabeth shook her head. She was echoing Jane's sentiments now. No, she would have to take this slowly. Or else she would lose her sanity trying rush the hopefully natural progression of her marital relationship.

The next morning, Elizabeth woke up alone. Richard's side of the bed was cold and had been for some time. It only took her a moment to find the short note that her husband had left behind.

My Dearest Eliza,
I have gone hunting with Darcy, shall be home for luncheon.

Yours,

Richard

Elizabeth felt a stab of dread. Would Darcy come for luncheon as well? She was sure he would like to catch her unawares! Well he would most definitely not! Elizabeth threw back the covers and hurriedly dressed in her most fetching day gown. She had a new resolve and a purpose for the day.

Her first order was to visit Cook in the kitchens. She would have a delicious luncheon prepared, whether it be just for Richard or for Richard and that annoying cousin of his.

Next she paid a visit to the hothouse conservatory. She had noticed yesterday that the flowers in the main house were beginning to droop. It would not do to have to have dead flowers when Mr. Darcy came for luncheon.

By the time Elizabeth heard horse hooves and laughter, she was placidly sitting by the fireplace, reading a novel. She heard Gibbs open the door and direct the gentlemen into the drawing room. She looked up when the door opened, and sure enough, Mr. Darcy followed Richard into the room.

"Good morning, my dearest!" Richard exclaimed upon seeing his wife. He strode over and kissed her on the cheek. Elizabeth accepted this demurely, but did not fail to notice that Darcy paled and looked away. Humph! He probably thinks I married Richard for his money! Of course, that was the half-truth, but Elizabeth did not want to think of that.

"Did you have good hunting?"

"We did, did we not, Darcy? We did so well that I think poor Darce is famished. I hated to send him back to Pemberley without luncheon. I hope I did not inconvenience you." Richard told her.

Elizabeth smiled. "Of course not! You are most welcome, Mr. Darcy! Cook prepared more than enough to go around. In fact she has already had it sent, if you would care to adjourn to the dining room."

Richard took off like a shot, leaving Darcy and Elizabeth to trail in his wake.

"You are very gracious to receive me with such little notice, Lady Fitzwilliam." Darcy told her quietly.

I am, and I know it. Elizabeth thought to herself.

"Of course not, Mr. Darcy. We are cousins now, after all."

Darcy frowned, but Elizabeth did not see it. They entered the dining room to find Richard already seated, but waiting patiently.

Darcy pulled out a chair for Elizabeth before seeking his own chair. Elizabeth was astounded at his civility.

Gibbs and two of the housemaids saw that the food was passed around. Both Richard and Darcy dug into their plates with relish, while Elizabeth savored her food and her victory.

Richard prattled on about their morning. "Darce took a brace of pheasant and quail. Truly quite remarkable because he is a terrible shot!"

Elizabeth glanced at Mr. Darcy, expecting him to be angry, but instead she saw laughter.

"Terrible shot, you say? That is only because you compare me with your military training. If I was compared to anyone else in the county, I would stand up to the challenge." Darcy replied with a touch of ironic humor.

"I shall give you that one, Darcy! I fear that the military has improved my shot!"

"I should say, for when we were but lads I always took more braces than you!" Darcy affirmed, although there was not even a hint of conceit in his voice.

"I concede!" Richard declared, throwing up his hands.

Elizabeth could not help but laugh at their antics. "I imagine the rivalry between you both must have been intense." She commented.

"Most assuredly. Richard had to live up to his seniority." Darcy replied easily.

"Yes, two years makes all the difference. While as children, I could lord my superiority over Darce; but now, he can lord around because he is not an old man like me." Richard said good-naturedly.

"Thirty is hardly old, Richard." Elizabeth interrupted.

"But you are a literal babe in comparison, Eliza!" Richard chuckled. "Perhaps I have robbed the cradle, my dear!"

"I must protest. A span of ten years is hardly something to take notice of." Elizabeth answered primly.

"And so you consign yourself as a matron, Lady Fitzwilliam?" Darcy asked quietly.

"Perhaps. Perhaps not." Elizabeth replied evasively and with a smile. She realized that it was the first smile she had bestowed upon Mr. Darcy.

"Really, Darcy, you must not call Elizabeth 'Lady Fitzwilliam'! It is terribly proper for the country!" Richard told him.

"Your wife," Darcy said and then paused. He started again, "Your wife has not given me leave to call her anything else."

"She would not mind you calling her Elizabeth, do you darling?" Richard directed his attention to her.

Elizabeth blushed. She would prefer that Darcy not call her by her given name, but she could hardly protest. "Of course not! We are cousins after all." Elizabeth said for the second time that afternoon.

For the first time, silence elapsed among them and Elizabeth took the cue. "Would you care to take coffee in the drawing room?"

"Of course my dear," Richard said readily, standing to his feet and coming to pull out Elizabeth's chair.

"Sadly, I must beg your forgiveness, Elizabeth." Darcy interjected. Her name sounded strange upon his lips, indeed it was the first time he had ever said her given name. "Georgiana awaits me. She is leaving for London later this afternoon and I promised her that I would see to the arrangements."

Elizabeth's brow furrowed. "To London? She did not speak of this last night."

Darcy looked down for a moment. "It was just decided this morning. She received a letter from Miss Bingley, begging her to visit. Under the pretense of shopping, or something of that nature."

Elizabeth's consternation turned to coolness. "I had not thought that shopping ranked very high among your sister's priorities."

Darcy steeled himself. "It does not. But Miss Bingley declared that Georgiana should start preparing for her coming out this spring. She said that preparation indicates the success of a girl's debut. I must trust that she is right, for I know nothing on the subject." Darcy paused before saying. "Perhaps you could lend Georgiana some assistance. She so hates to go up to London, maybe in the future your expertise could put off any unnecessary trips." There was a hint of challenge in Darcy's voice.

"I shall try, but I am sure I know nothing about coming outs. I never had one myself."

"Something I am heartily thankful for." Richard interrupted the tense battle. "I am sure some fop would have scooped you before I had a chance to cast in."

Elizabeth stared at him uncomprehendingly. Why would he think she would marry a fop? Perhaps she should be offended, but this was neither the time nor place to engage him on the subject.

Elizabeth bid Darcy farewell and retreated to the drawing room while Richard walked him to the door.

When Richard appeared, he found Elizabeth staring into the flames of the fire. "Is something amiss, my dearest Eliza?" He folded his arms around her waist. Elizabeth froze for a moment and then said, "Do you think I would have married a fop if I had had a coming out?"

"No my dearest, for you are far too sharp to marry a society man. You were meant for someone who could at least spar with you." There was a hint of laughter in his voice and Elizabeth relaxed. She had hoped that he had made the comment in jest.

"And speaking of sharpness, I cannot help but notice your coolness around Darce. Has he done something to offend you?"

Elizabeth was devoid of speech. Richard was not stupid man by any stretch of the imagination, but he was so good-natured and ready to laugh. It gave one the impression that he missed the underlying steel in conversations.

Elizabeth thought about lying to him, but knew that Richard would probably discover the truth. She pulled out of his embrace and took a seat on the nearby chaise.

"Richard, do you remember our conversation at Rosings? When you told me that Darcy was congratulating himself on separating his friend from an unsuitable young lady."

Richard nodded. "It was of my opinion that this friend was Bingley."

"You were quite correct. It was Bingley, and the unsuitable lady was my sister, Jane."

Richard stared at her, not comprehending her words. "What? No, no, no! Pardon my dear, but you must be mistaken. Who could possibly think your Jane to be unsuitable?"

"Your cousin, Mr. Darcy, did, apparently. I confronted him not long after our conversation and he did not deny it."

"Eliza, how could you? You did not know the particulars!" Richard demanded, worry tingeing his voice.

Elizabeth brows rose. Did he think her out of line? "I found them out! Mr. Darcy called at the parsonage and we spoke of his visit to London. I asked him if he had happened upon Jane, as she was visiting our aunt and uncle Gardiner. I thought it strange that they did not meet up with her, as fashionable people frequent the same places. Darcy then said that perhaps Bingley had met up with her, but decided not to renew the acquaintance. I was livid and demanded that he tell me why. He said that country acquaintances were to be treated differently in town. It was admission of guilt, Richard! He told me that he had tried to turn Bingley against Jane because she was unsuitable. I shall be civil to him because he is your favorite cousin, but I shall never forgive him for the unhappiness he has caused!"

Richard was speechless for a moment. "Eliza, you must not lay the entire blame at Darcy's door. He was wrong, yes, but Bingley is in full possession of his self and not subject to other people's desires."

Elizabeth wanted to be angry with Richard as well. She could not because he spoke the truth. But she was not going to give up that easily. "Yes, Bingley is his own man, but Darcy's opinion means much to him. Darcy knew that and he manipulated in order to arrange Bingley's life. He may even be planning to arrange a marriage between Bingley and Georgiana!"

Richard's face grew dark at the mention of her. He replied in a firm voice, "Eliza, you are being irrational! Darcy would not plan a marriage without consulting me first. We share the guardianship of Georgiana and he cannot act alone. You are merely being childish and petty."

Elizabeth turned red, but then said calmly, "Perhaps you did rob the cradle Richard, for it seems that I am acting as a babe." With those words she stalked out of the room.

Chapter Five

Posted On: Thursday, 29 August 2002, at 10:41 p.m.

>Elizabeth hardly knew where she was going. In fact, she had startled Gibbs from his quiet reverie in hallway when she had come bursting through. The normally dignified butler was perplexed when the mistress of the house helped herself to her cloak and stormed out the front door.

And so she found herself stalking the paths to the woods, the bitterly cold wind chilling her face, her mind a tangle of confusion and anger.

How could Richard take the odious Mr. Darcy's side? Surely he was a most beloved cousin, but that could not hide the fact that the man was the worst kind of villain!

Elizabeth stopped, her slippers beating down the frosted strands of brown grass. She blew out an angry breath, and it crystallized into a white cloud. Elizabeth turned back towards the house, but could not set her feet into motion. She could not go back.

Richard thought her child. The very thought infuriated her all the more.

Elizabeth chaffed her hands. She had not bothered picking up gloves or a muff upon her hasty departure. But by heaven, her anger would keep her warm! She turned around, and started for the woods once again.

She was not about to go and beg for forgiveness. She could see no other way around the subject. Her views were justified. Her sister was the one who was languishing away as a result of Mr. Darcy's pompous attitudes.

Elizabeth walked and walked, not caring where she was going, just as along as it put distance between her and Richard.

How could he? She thought again. Surely he could see that she was in the rights. Was it so terribly difficult? And were they not one flesh? Blood was thicker than water, but she was his wife!

Elizabeth's mind revolved in circles, dredging up the circumstances over and over.

Finally, she seemed to snap out of her dark reverie. She looked around. This part of the wood was foreign to her.

But surely not? She had traversed all the paths in this wood, and she would even venture to say that she knew them by heart, as well as the countryside around Longbourne.

Elizabeth drew a deep breath. It could not be difficult to get back; she could retrace her steps. And so she did. But they got her nowhere. After rambling around for nearly thirty minutes, she had to admit that she was lost.

Elizabeth glimpsed the sky peeking out from the numerous trees overhead. It would be dark soon, night always came early in winter. Elizabeth shivered. The temperature always dropped ten degrees when night came. Desperation began edging her forward. She kept telling herself that this whole farce was stupid; how could one lose them selves in a wood that they are well acquainted with?

She stopped, knowing that she was getting nowhere once again. Then an idea occurred to her. Surely you could see the house from a tall tree? Elizabeth looked up the nearest oak. Yes, surely, if she could but climb it, she could see the house. The surrounding trees were not that tall.

But she had not climbed a tree since she was ten years old. The idea did not appeal to her, but neither did freezing to death. "The least of the two evils." Elizabeth said aloud, and assessed how she could get up the nearest oak tree.

It was much more difficult than she had first assumed. Getting to the first branch is always the most difficult, but Elizabeth remembered the succeeding branches were much more easily attained. This was not the truth however. It was a long way up and she had to fight with every muscle in her body. But she was rewarded when she climbed thirty feet to find the mansion house in the distance. To my left, she thought as she gingerly made her way down. As she deposited herself on the last branch, her slipper lost it grip upon the gnarled branch. Elizabeth felt herself giving way, and she desperately grasped at branches, only to feel empty air.

She landed with a loud thud. And it hurt. Falling upon freshly rained upon English sod was preferred to landing upon frozen-over winter ground. Elizabeth sat dazed for several moments. It took a moment for the searing pain to register in her mind. She looked at both her arms and raised them. They were perfectly well, if not a little numb from the impact. She grasped her legs with the same result. Finally she came to her feet, only to fall to the ground once more.

Her right ankle.

If it had not been so cold out, she would have laughed at her misfortune. She seemed fated to play the comedic heroine she so liked to read about.

Elizabeth gingerly made her to her feet, favoring her left ankle. She then began the long journey home, cursing Mr. Darcy all the way.

She made her way to the frozen field when she saw a man on horseback. Her heart plummeted. It was Richard. He saw her and came riding towards her and dismounted, running to her side.

Elizabeth ignored him. She had made it this far and she would make it all the way without his help.

"You are injured." He said immediately.

"Unfortunately, yes." Her voice was as chilly as the weather.

"Come with me, I shall ride the horse back." He made an attempt to overtake her, but she rebuffed him.

"I can make it on my own, thank you."

Richard stood still for a moment. "Come Elizabeth, you have all had us worried. You are injured, and I am sure, frozen through and through. Please come."

She ignored him and continued walking.

"Eliza...please."

Elizabeth stopped. There was no pleading in his tone. Only anxiety and the deepest love he had for her. She knew then that, despite her rationalizations to contrary, what Richard felt for her, was something she had always wanted.

Elizabeth sighed and turned towards him. She had only barely nodded her head before she found herself swept into her husband's strong arms and placed gently astride the horse. He mounted behind, taking the utmost care not to jostle her injured ankle. He then spurred the horse onto home.

Chapter Six

Posted On: Monday, 16 September 2002, at 11:43 p.m.

Elizabeth stared up at the aging physician with some amount of impatience and anger. He had prodded her ankle for the past half an hour, and it seemed her that he should have ascertained a diagnosis by now.

"It most certainly is twisted." He finally said aloud.

"What is to be done?" Richard queried from his dark corner. He had taken a seat there as soon as he had deposited Elizabeth on the bed. It had taken the physician a full hour to wait upon them, and during that lengthy amount of time, Richard had not uttered a word. Indeed the very sound of his quiet voice startled Elizabeth.

"Bed rest, most assuredly. At least a week, perhaps two."

"Two weeks!" Elizabeth cried, losing her composure. This was not to be borne!

"Do not become overwrought, Lady Fitzwilliam. I shall call again in a week to check your progress. It may be that you are fast healer and one week shall set you to rights." The physician told her. Her voice grated on her nerves. It was a slow, monotonous voice that was borne from the very boredom of the country.

Elizabeth did not answer, but patiently allowed the physician to wrap her ankle in clean bandages. Once he was finished, Richard escorted him below stairs, leaving Elizabeth to her pain the irritating crackling of the fire.

How was she to sit still for a week? She could not fathom such an utter waste of time. Elizabeth thought that the very walls were crowding in on. She almost succumbed to the urge to scream, but the solid door opened to reveal Richard.

He closed the door behind him and came to stand over the bed. He stared at her fixedly, his usual open expression hooded from prying eyes.

Before she knew what she was saying, Elizabeth said softly, "I am sorry, Richard."

He did not seem to hear her for a moment. But finally, he sat down opposite to her and took her hand from the coverlet.

"I know you are, as I am as well. But let us not speak of it."

Elizabeth nearly sighed with relief. She certainly had no intention of dredging up her deficiencies in character.

"How are we going to entertain you for a week?" Richard finally ventured.

Elizabeth looked up to find a hint of laughter in his kind eyes.

"I was just dwelling upon the prospect before you entered. Believe me the prospect looks bleak. I do not believe I have been idle since my infancy."

"I am sure that you have not. And so there lies the problem. I suppose I should devote my days to your entertain then." Richard said solemnly.

"Oh no, Richard! 'Tis not fair for you to spend your leave waiting upon me." Elizabeth replied.

"I should not prefer any other occupation." Richard said quietly. His statement could have been gallant, but it was sincere this time.

"Then what shall we do, then?" Elizabeth asked.

"I suppose I could read to you." Richard offered.

"Oh, but it is my ankle that troubles me. I still have clear vision." Elizabeth explained, a twinkle in her eye.

"I did not consider that." Richard replied in mock thoughtfulness, crossing his arms across his chest. "Perhaps I could pose for a drawing of some sort."

"Oh, but I do not draw, Colonel. I have not an artistic bone in my body."

"True, true. Well the only other option would be that you lay here and I dwell upon your loveliness." There was very little humor in his voice now.

Elizabeth blushed, but surprisingly did not feel any trepidation. Inside she felt some strange sense of courage. She slowly shifted herself in his direction and answered, "Oh, but that is entertainment for yourself. I thought we were thinking of possibilities to ease my confinement."

Elizabeth slowly took Richard's face in her hands and then placed her lips upon his. She was sure that he would think her brazen, but instead he deepened the kiss, his surprise falling away.

When they finished, he said seriously, "Such entertainments could lead to more strenuous activities that the physician would not approve of."

"I have never taken direction well, though." Elizabeth replied softly, surprised at her mettle.

"Well then," Richard said, leaning her back upon the bed, "we shall have to enter into a deception. The physician need only know that you lay in bed for the week; what you did while you were in bed shall be left to knowledge alone."

"I could not agree more." Elizabeth replied and surrendered herself to his kiss.

Darcy called upon the Fitzwilliam household the very next day. He was distressed to find that Lady Fitzwilliam had injured herself the day before and was unable to receive callers at the moment. Richard was out and about on the estate, Gibbs explained, and was not likely to return soon, for he had received a late start that morning.

Darcy remounted his horse with some sadness. He always enjoyed Richard's company, even though it meant that he had to suffer through Richard's abject bliss resulting from his married state. Of course, this suffering was always alleviated by one look at Lady Fitzwilliam.

Today was a day of inordinate misfortune as Darcy was deprived of his cousin's company as well as his wife's. Darcy had tried to close the door on his love for Elizabeth, but found that her proximity made it all the more fresh. He would have to content himself with her presence only, as she would barely have a civil word for him.

If only, if only, he thought, turning his horse towards Pemberley. If only I had not meddled in Charles Bingley's affairs. Perhaps Jane Bennett had been a suitable choice. She had appeared unattached to Charles, but she still comported herself with grace and beauty, which was something her younger sister had mastered as well. Too bad about the Bennett family. If only Jane and Elizabeth had been born to a wealthier, better situated family. If that trick of fortune had not occurred, then Bingley would be happily married to Jane, and Darcy might be making headway with Elizabeth.

But that was the stuff of daydreams. The reality was that Elizabeth was married to Richard, the man he most esteemed. The reality was that she could barely tolerate him, and so Darcy seemed doomed to a life of unrequited love.

Chapter Seven

Elizabeth opened lazy eyes to the new dawn and sighed contentedly. Despite her recent confinement to bed, she found that her discontent had fallen entirely away. She could not begin to imagine what could have inspired such a turn...but then again, perhaps she could.

Elizabeth rolled over, expecting to see her husband, but to her consternation, his place was empty. Her brow furrowed. Where could Richard be? He had not mentioned an early appointment last night, but of course he had mentioned very little at all...

Despite her initial disappointment, Elizabeth thought to take advantage of her husband's absence. He had been vilgilant in his care for her injury, and although he had kept her occupied, she was still longing to feel sold ground beneath her feet.

Gingerly, Elizabeth threw back the covers and came to her feet. She grasped the bed post and made a tentative step forward. There was very little pain in her ankle, although her legs were weak with disuse.

Elizabeth cautiously moved about the chamber, using various articles to support herself. She had completed a full turn about the chamber when hands went around her waist.

"What are doing?!"

Elizabeth yelped and fell into Richard's arms, much to his amusement. He laughed heartily and swept her into his arms. He lay her down upon the bed and frowned down at her in mock disapproval. "You should be ashamed of yourself, Lady Fitzwilliam."

Elizabeth tried to look contrite, but failed miserably when she burst into giggles.

"You mock me, Lady Fitzwilliam? I am appalled!" Richard dropped onto the bed and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her neck before bidding her a good morning.

"Good morning to you, Colonel." Elizabeth replied mischievously. "Where were you? I thought you had deserted me for camp!"

"Oh never, my lady. I was simply in my study, but I thought that I heard a-stirring in the bedchamber---and knew that you were up to no good!"

"I am shocked at your mistrust of me, Colonel!"

"Let us not speak of scandalous behaviour." Richard replied, a roguish twinkle in his eye.

Elizabeth's cheeks turned bright pink with embarrassment. Richard chuckled. "I did not mean to cause you discomfort." He said once his mirth had passed.

Elizabeth did not say anything at first and then answered slyly, "If you have objections to scandalous behaviour, then I am sure that there are ways to remedy it."

Richard quickly replied, "I truly have no objections."

"Truly?" Elizabeth asked, and turned in his arms to kiss him. "Truly." Richard answered once they had parted.

Later that morning, Richard prepared to make his rounds. He had dismissed his valet and allowed Elizabeth to make the decisions regarding his clothing.

"I think the buff breeches, and the hunter green coat." Elizabeth said from the bed.

Richard furrowed his brow. "I am meeting with the alderman." He reminded her.

"Then prehaps you should wear your regimentals." Elizabeth remarked cheekily.

"Oh really, my lady? Do you take this so lightly?" Richard demanded with mock playfulness. He strode to her side and tried to glare at his errant wife.

"Come here." Elizabeth demanded and when he complied, her kissed him. "All better?" She asked.

"Most definitely." He replied.

Elizabeth ran her hands along his jaw. "Do not forget shave." She instructed softly.

"Would you care to assist me?" Richard queried with a smile.

"If I did, I would be tempted to shave these whiskers." She replied, indicating his sideburns.

Richard frowned. "You do not like whiskers?"

"You can sometimes look menacing." Elizabeth replied carefully.

"That is the point, my dearest. I must appear to allow no mercy in regards to my new recruits!"

"But you are in country..." Elizabeth left off suggestively.

"All right, all right!" Richard said, throwing his hands up. "I shall trim them, but shave them completely. I would fell bare!"

"Really?" Elizabeth answered, sitting up a little more straighter.

Richard looked at her amusedly. "You would think that the prospect of my shaving my whiskers was your only source of entertainment." He said and disappeared into their dressing chamber.

"You know that to be false!" Elizabeth called after him playfully. She wrung her hands for the whole quarter of an hour that it took Richard. When he appeared, a towel in hand, she gave a cry of delight.

"I take it that you approve?" Richard said, going into military stance and puffing out his chest.

Elizabeth laughed merrily. "I approve most heartily!"

"Good! Now I should get dress in the hunter green coat before I am late." Richard returned to the dressing chamber, but left the door ajar.

After a few minutes of silence, Elizabeth ventured, "May I go downstairs today?"

"I am not sure..." Richard called in a unsure voice.

"'Tis been a week, the doctor said I was on the mend when he called yesterday."

"But he did not say that you could leave the bed." Richard reminded her.

"But he did not say that I could not..."

Richard appeared in the doorway, his waistcoast and cravat in place. "You shall not let me be in peace if I say no, shall you?"

Elizabeth shook her head, an angelic smile alighting her features.

"I shall call your maid so that she can assist you..." Richard began.

"I already have assistance." Elizabeth interrupted.

Richard gave her a look of surprise and then smiled rakishly. "Yes, but I shall not make my appointment..."

"It was merely a practical assessment, Colonel, not an invitation." Elizabeth tried to look serious, but failed miserably.

"I think I shall have to take you serious, or the alderman shall be waiting all day!"

That afternoon, Elizabeth was happily propped up on the sofa in the downstairs drawing room. She made use of this treat by writing a letter to her dear Jane, who had just returned from their Uncle and Aunt Gardiner's in London. Their youngest cousin had taken ill some weeks before and Jane had repaired to Cheapside to help out their aunt.

As she wrote the missive, she comtemplated inviting Jane to the country. She longed to see her sister, for it had been many months since their leavetaking. Perhaps she should consult Richard before making such an invitation. But then again Jane was her sister!

Elizabeth frowned. In the past week, she had allowed herself to fall under the spell of her husband's affection for her. She had wished to remain unattached, but how could she? Richard was a model husband; she would be hard pressed to find someone as kind, compassionate, and loving. He deserved her devotion. But did this devotion hinder her independence?

Her rather disturbing musings were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Yes?" Elizabeth called.

Gibbs appeared in the doorway and cleared his throat. "Lady Fitzwilliam, Mr. Darcy and his sister wish to call upon you. But they caution that they wish not to disturb your repose."

Elizabeth sighed inwardly. As much as she wished to Georgiana, she was much to embarrassed to meet with Mr. Darcy. And in her current state! She was hardly dressed to receive them, but it would be unseemly to send them away.

"Please bring them in. And tell Cook to send up the tea things." Elizabeth replied, mentally bracing herself for the inevitable.

"Yes, my lady." Gibbs disappeared, leaving Elizabeth to ready herself. She pinched her cheeks and put away her writing materials.

Gibbs appeared again and announced, "Mr. and Miss Darcy, my lady."

Chapter Eight

Posted on Wednesday, 4 June 2003

"Mr Darcy, Georgiana, please come in." Elizabeth said as her neighbors entered the drawing room.

"Oh Elizabeth!" Georgiana cried and rushed to her side. "Are you dreadfully hurt?"

"I am on the mend, thank you. So you need not trouble yourself." Elizabeth replied, her voice amused.

"I fear that your protestations will not alleviate Georgiana's concern. She has been at me for days...hoping that Richard might have divulged some information regarding your state of health." Darcy interrupted, her voice stiff as always.

Elizabeth bit back a retort; she had promised to be more accommodating to Darcy. But she did ignore Darcy's comment, and replied, "Please have a seat. Should I ring for tea?" Elizabeth asked, reaching for the bell pull.

"Oh no, Elizabeth! You must not inconvenience youself." Georgiana responded, wringing her hands.

Elizabeth saw her friend's distress. "Well then, perhaps not." She replied, meeting Darcy's eyes. His face was cold, but his eyes...spoke of something else. Whatever it was Elizabeth felt uncomfortable and was relieved when Georgiana asked, "What have you been doing to amuse yourself? I am sure that you have been bored with only the servants for company."

Elizabeth measured her words carefully. "Actually, I have been keeping Richard captive--or rather he has been keeping me. This is the first day he has let me out of bed."

Georgiana wrinkled her nose. "I think I would have run mad if I could not leave bed. I would miss my playing too much."

Elizabeth smiled sympathetically. "Fortunately, I do not have such talent, or patience. The only good thing that has resulted from my confinement is that I have been able to catch up on my correspondence. I was writing a letter to my dearest sister Jane when Gibbs told me that you came to call."

"Is your sister well?" Georgiana questioned. "I hope to meet her some day."

Elizabeth glanced at Darcy, who was looking exceedingly uncomfortable. She keep him in her glance when she replied, "Jane is very well. And perhaps you shall meet her, I was thinking of inviting her down for a visit."

Georgiana's face lit up. "Oh yes, you should!" She looked briefly at Darcy before continuing. "Mr. Bingley and his sisters are coming to Pemberley in a few weeks. We should have a very merry party if your sister is to come as well."

Elizabeth hid a smile as Darcy began to look very agitated. "We should be a very merry party, indeed. Perhaps I shall be well by then; Richard and I can host a small soiree for everyone."

"But do not make me play." Georgiana said suddenly, her face clouding.

"You shall do nothing that you would not like to do." Elizabeth reassured her with smile.

Georgiana sighed with relief.

"We really must be going, Georgiana." Darcy said suddenly, coming to his feet."

Georgiana looked regretful, but followed her brother's lead. "Can I call again, soon?"

"Of course, I should look forward to it." Elizabeth answered, a genuine smile on her face.

"Thank you, Lady Fitzwilliam." Darcy replied, and bowed slightly. Georgiana moved from the room and Darcy followed, but not before throwing Elizabeth a meaningful look.

The door closed and Elizabeth sighed aloud. She quickly took up her quill. She finished the paragraph she had been writing, and then wrote--

Jane, I should dearly like it if you should choose to visit me....