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Chapter 1

Posted on Monday, 15 January 2001

This is based VERY loosely on a scene from one of those dreadful Barbara Cartland novels (the ones where the heroine is beautiful, under 20, smart, poor, and VERY sweet. They can never finish a single sentence when conversing with a man without little breathy pauses and swoon all over the place).

The scene had the naive young girl at a posting inn just after some disreputable sporting event. A large number of inebriated gentlemen came in. She was asked to share the private parlor with an exciting, but wicked (naturally) gentleman who then extracted a kiss for saving her. I don't remember the entire story, I can't even think why I was reading such drivel, but it did put me in mind for a scene of an alternate P&P story.

We start at an inn between Meryton and London....

"Lizzy, it's fine. Just come in, it's far too cold to remain outside while we wait for the next post."

The two young ladies moved farther in to the large main room of the inn. It was fairly empty, but had an air of expectation about it. Otherwise, it was fairly ordinary. Perfectly useful, heavy furniture, slightly dark and smoky from the fire, NOT a place for ladies to spend much time in.

The innkeeper moved forward to greet the ladies. "Welcome to the Crossroads Inn ladies. Can I help you?"

The dark haired lady moved forward. "Yes, please. We are waiting for the next coach to London. I understand it's due in an hour?" "It is indeed, Miss." "Good - then we would like to sit in the ladies parlor until it arrives. We would also like something hot to drink - tea please." she finished as she looked for her companion's approval.

"I'm sorry Miss, but I can't accommodate a private parlor for you today. Everything I've got is booked for the gentlemen coming for the Crossroads Steeplechase and races. The first races are today and I'm expecting a crowd in any minute now. The only private parlor I've got has two traveling gentlemen in it right now. I suppose I could ask them if you ladies could join them..."

Elizabeth interrupted, "No, indeed, don't disturb the gentlemen. We'll be fine. If you could bring some tea here, we will sit in a corner until the next coach. With any luck, the crowd won't arrive until we've left!" She smiled at the innkeeper and her sister impartially.

The innkeeper smiled back, a little uncertainly. "That might not be a very good idea, Miss. The gents might be a little rough and loud. I wouldn't want you ladies to be shocked, and they really should start coming any time now."

"No, no, we don't want to be any trouble." was Elizabeth's reply. They ladies sat down, so the innkeeper shrugged and called a girl to bring some tea. He moved back into the inn. A few minutes later, a serving girl brought a pot of tea and cups, etc. to the Bennet sisters. They had just poured a cup of tea each when there was noise outside the inn. It got louder as men poured in the door and started shouting for drinks and food. The ladies sat quietly in their corner until a few of the men, moving in their direction, realized that a couple of very pretty ladies were there. Too drunk to realize they could get into trouble for their actions, they started to sit down around them, and make comments meant to be witting. Both ladies immediately got up and headed for the door. A well-dressed middle aged man grabbed Jane as they left and leered at her. "Where you going, pretty? I made a bundle on the betting today. Buy you a drink, honey?" Jane recoiled and Elizabeth, being a little feistier, slapped the man soundly and demanded he unhand her sister. The shock of her actions almost quieted the place for a moment. Just then a tall man stepped in. "There you are! Come on, the parlor is this way." He took Jane's arm in his and pulled Elizabeth behind him. "In you go - I'll just have a word with this fellow for manhandling my cousins!" The drunk paled and backed off. "Sorry, sir, I just thought-" Before he could finish, the tall man jumped in, "You thought they had no protection and you could treat them in the basest fashion. You are incorrect on BOTH counts sir. I suggest you leave respectable young ladies alone in the future, wherever you find them!" and with that, the tall gentleman disappeared also into the parlor.

The private parlor door had not been completely shut when the ladies had first entered the inn. A Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy had heard everything from the moment the ladies had entered the inn.

Mr. Darcy (who had come to the Bennet's rescue) came into the room to find Bingley introducing himself "I know it's very improper without introductions, but we simply couldn't let ladies sit out in the common room of an inn. Our carriage should be ready in another 30 minutes - no trouble at all!" He smiled happily at the expression of admiration in Miss Jane Bennet's face. He turned to Darcy. "And your savior ladies, is Mr. Darcy of Pemberley, Derbyshire. Darcy, these ladies are Miss Jane Bennet and Miss Elizabeth Bennet of Longbourn, Hertfordshire. I have invited the ladies to stay here until the coach comes."

Darcy contributed his comments, "Please, ladies. Stay. We will have the servants bring our meal out and have one sent in for you." He started to move away, considering the entire incident as closed and was surprised to be addressed.

"Mr. Darcy, wait. We can not possibly allow you to give up your parlor to endure the noise out there!" The noise level in the common room had risen steadily the few minutes they had all been in the parlor. He looked into the beautiful dark eyes of Miss Elizabeth and was caught at the sparkle in them.

"Miss Elizabeth, introducing ourselves is bad enough. Ladies traveling without an escort is worse. Staying in this parlor with you is completing improper and we wouldn't consider doing it - would we Charles?" was Mr. Darcy's reply. The last bit was more of an order as Mr. Bingley stood gazing at Miss Jane Bennet without any intention that Mr. Darcy could see, of moving on.

Jane finally jumped in, "Oh, but Sir! We can't put you out. It would not be right, especially after you helped us! We will go out to the front of the inn and wait for our coach." Neither Bingley nor Darcy could allow that. "With those drunken louts out there! It's not safe! Absolutely not!" was Bingley's vigorous reply.

Elizabeth laughed at the thunderous looks on the men's faces. "In that case, as we have been so improper as to meet without previous introductions, we might as well finish it by all staying. My sister and I can chaperone each other and we refuse to stay without our "cousin" Mr. Darcy!" Darcy blushed a little as Bingley said "Cousin! I say, Darcy, did you actually lie?!?

Darcy hedged a little in his reply, "Not really, just gave someone the wrong impression. A little of the fear of God is the least that fellow deserved!" Elizabeth laughed and Jane smiled. Both men moved towards them and it was decided. They would wait with the ladies until the post-chaise arrived.

Darcy rang for more food and tea to be brought while Bingley made himself agreeable, something he was always good at doing. Darcy, by this time, was feeling a little out of sorts. He didn't approve of these ladies - how could they be traveling alone of all things? It wasn't the thing at all! And the pretty dark haired one was far to forward. She wasn't pert or rude or flirty, but it wasn't right that she could look him in the eye and laugh about the situation! He frowned at them as he tried to work out a way of getting them to London without the use of any more public transportation. Elizabeth saw him frowning at them and took it as a sign of disapproval. She tossed her head and thought, "Who cares what he thinks? We've just met, and are not likely to meet again. I don't care if he disapproves!"

Just then, the food arrived. The maid brought it in and set it up. As she left, Bingley asked the question on both men's minds. "What are you ladies doing traveling on your own, if you don't mind my asking?

Jane smiled gently and replied, "No, we don't mind at all. We are on our way to visit our Aunt and Uncle in London. Our family carriage is currently being repaired and we could not wait, so we decided we could go with the post. It should not have stopped here, except to change horses. The road was very bad getting here, however, and the carriage sustained some damage. It will not be running the rest of the way, and so we must wait for the next one. If there had been no problems, we would have got on in Meryton, and off in London, with no problems at all." She left out the reason why they had to get to London so quickly, something Darcy noticed and Bingley did not.

Darcy considered asking why the rush, but before he could, Bingley had jumped in again. "I'm amazed you ladies are so brave! My sisters wouldn't consider traveling by post-chaise for the world." Elizabeth laughed again, and Darcy thought, "Heavens, she a giggler!" The rational part of his mind condemned that comment, as Miss Elizabeth was NOT a giggler. Her laughter was genuine and gentle, not foolish and insipid. At this point, he realized he was infatuated with a woman he knew practically nothing about and generally disapproved of (or TRIED to disapprove of, but couldn't quite manage to do).

Chapter 2

Posted on Monday, 15 January 2001

Bingley and Jane were getting along fine. Elizabeth liked Bingley also, but was perturbed by the attitude of Mr. Darcy. "First he helps us, then he ignores us!" She fumed to herself. "He just keeps frowning at us - at me!" Even in the midst of a pique, Elizabeth had to admit that she thought Mr. Darcy was the more handsome of the two gentlemen. Perhaps she should attempt to distract him, or herself from such disquieting thoughts...

"Mr. Darcy, now that you know why we are here, perhaps you could tell us a little about yourself and Mr. Bingley. Why did you stop at this inn? It's obvious you aren't here to participate in the races the innkeeper mentioned."

Darcy was startled into replying, after throwing a somewhat helpless look at Bingley, who usually did the social chit-chat for both of them. "We are just returning from looking at some property Bingley here was thinking of leasing. After looking it over, he decided not to take it. We are returning to London, and stopped here to change horses and have a meal. Bingley is going to talk to his agent again before we go out to look at any more property!" Bingley nodded his agreement, solemn for a brief moment.

"Are you family or friends? It is not common to bring a chance acquaintance with one, when looking for a new home, I think." was Elizabeth's' quick response. It was obvious Elizabeth was teasing them, but to Bingley's surprise, Darcy did not seem affronted or angry. Perhaps it was the refreshing sparkle about her, or the lack of maliciousness in the teasing.

"We have been friends for many years. I already own property and Bingley wanted an unbiased opinion along." He decided to leave it at that.

"A very good idea." was Miss Elizabeth's comment, which startled Darcy. "I always find the merchant of any item extols the good and ignores the drawbacks. That's why my sister and I always shop together - one for actual interest in the goods, the other to look out for the shopper's interest!" The wit and good humor in this remark, not to mention it's obvious cleverness in principle, fascinated Darcy.

A knock at the door suspended the conversation. The innkeeper came in. "I wanted to let the ladies know. The post just came in. There isn't a spot on it -it's full right up! I don't know if the ladies want to wait for the next one. It won't be though 'til late."

Jane and Elizabeth exchanged horrified glances. Things were going from bad to worse!

"Not to worry, innkeeper. Send for my man, and tally up our reckoning here," Darcy said. He turned to the ladies as the innkeeper left. "The only choice I can see is for you ladies to join us in Bingley's carriage. We aren't far from London, and we cannot leave you in this inn for who knows how long with that rowdy lot outside!" A sudden roar in the main room punctuated his words.

"But" was all Elizabeth got out. She paused, as she really did not know what she wanted to say. For forms sake she should protest, but she couldn't sit at this inn with Jane without any escort. She took a deep breath, but Jane finished it for her, "Mr. Bingley, Mr. Darcy. Thank you very much. We would not normally accept, but given the circumstances I think we must. We greatly appreciate you help and concern, to do we not Lizzy?" Elizabeth nodded and both ladies smiled. Bingley felt himself well repaid for having his carriage co-opted.

Darcy held open the door for the ladies and they left the room. The little group got separated as they moved through the room. Darcy held on to Elizabeth as Bingley escorted Jane. Before they were halfway through the room a shout went up. As a struggle started, Elizabeth was bumped into Darcy's arms. He grabbed her and continued to push through the crowd, desperate to get her out of the inn. They caught their breath outside the entrance. The innkeeper bustled up as Bingley's carriage came around the side of the inn. It had fresh horses and was apparently ready to go. Bingley helped the ladies in while Darcy settled the bill with the innkeeper. Darcy climbed in and noticed Bingley had seated the divine Miss Elizabeth across from Darcy and Miss Bennet across from himself. The first few minutes of travel was accomplished in silence.

Jane broke the silence with a simple question, "How long will it take us to reach London Mr. Bingley?" Bingley cheerfully replied that they should arrive well before dark.

"Is that to be our only consolation Mr. Bingley?" Elizabeth asked, exchanged in grin with her sister, "As it's only August, the days are pretty long still!"

Darcy smiled to himself at the good humor displayed, but did not involve himself in the conversation yet. He was still reeling from the feel of Elizabeth in his arms in the crowded inn. "Definitely an infatuation, old boy" he said to himself.

Elizabeth, ignorant of Darcy's contemplation, continued her prodding of Mr. Bingley, "It's overcast and drizzling today. One might say it's already dark, and I don't see London before us Mr. Bingley!" Bingley laughed and even Jane laughed a little. "Don't worry Miss Elizabeth, I meant before dinner time. We should be at the outskirts on town by 5 of the clock. Now, where is your Uncle's home? We will bring you straight there. When we stop to pay the first toll, I will give the driver the direction." Bingley looked expectantly at Jane.

Elizabeth got the message that Bingley was interested in Jane, and she liked him, so she decided to force Jane to speak a little more. Jane realized quickly that Lizzy wasn't going to give the direction. She spoke in her usual quiet but clear voice, "We need to go to Gracechurch Street - the north end, number 123." Mr. Bingley said he knew the area and left it at that, but Darcy immediately realized the address was not very fashionable. It wasn't in Cheapside, but wasn't very far from it either.

He decided he needed to know more about these damsels in distress. "Miss Bennet. I believe you said you couldn't wait for the family carriage to be repaired. I hope there isn't a family emergency that requires you ladies?" He congratulated himself with being both polite and inquisitive. It was unlikely there was a death or something serious in the family - both ladies were far too happy for that, and they weren't dressed in black or with mourning bands.

Both were quiet for a moment. Jane glanced quickly at her sister and exclaimed, "Oh, no! Nothing like that. Really, we just needed to..." She trailed off, as she realized she couldn't really explain why they were in a hurry to get to the city.

Elizabeth looked directly at the gentlemen and said, "It was a bit of an emergency. I suppose you gentlemen would find it amusing. We both recently refused a proposal from our cousin, on whom our father's estate is entailed. Our mother was very vexed with us and rather than deal with her any longer, my sister and I accepted an invitation to stay with our Aunt and Uncle. It will all blow over, and we will go home in few weeks."

Mr. Darcy's cheeks flamed with a blush. He was very embarrassed at having asked (he realized now) too personal a question, and received far to detailed a reply! Bingley was both charmed and the directness and shocked at the answer, "Did you say you BOTH received a proposal from your cousin?"

"Yes" was Jane's quiet reply. "He asked me first and then switched to Elizabeth later that same day when I turned him down. Fortunately, our father supported us. I really do not know what we would have done if he had not." Jane and Elizabeth looked at each other again. There was something about sitting in a carriage in the semi-dark talking to strangers that encouraged confiding talk.

Darcy had no idea what to say, given the circumstances. Bingley, who usually was not at a loss for words decided to lighten the atmosphere. "Well, I can't fault his taste at least!" Elizabeth started to laugh again and Jane blushed. Suddenly Bingley realized that what he said COULD be considered an insult to Elizabeth as she had come in second with the cousin. He started to babble an apology and explanation when Elizabeth interrupted him with, "I take your comment in the spirit it was intended sir! However, I think our cousin was simply trying to make amends, in an odd sort of way, for inheriting my father's estate. He started with the eldest and worked his way down; there are five of us you know. It's a good thing our father stepped in when he did!" Her good humor and ability to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation once again captured Darcy.

"Was there any particular reason why you did turn him down? In my experience, ladies seldom refuse suitors of fortune." Darcy asked. They seemed to be willing to talk, and Darcy was utterly fascinated with the unusual things they were willing to discuss. He also, deep down, wanted to know what they wanted (especially Elizabeth) in a suitor.

"Why to do you want to know?" asked Elizabeth, feeling that they had revealed quite enough about the whole mess. "Insights into the female mind and how it works are always useful. We both have sisters. You might help us weed out the 'unsuitable' suitors for them!" was Darcy's rejoinder. Elizabeth was once again amused and showed it. "Anything for science and sisters sir! Ask away!"

Jane wondered at Lizzy. She was usually in high spirits but wouldn't behave like this normally. It must be the pressure she was feeling over the whole wretched mess. It was just like Lizzy to turn the whole thing into something to laugh at and get over it. Therefore, she didn't interfere and even added the occasional comment on Elizabeth's list of why Mr. Collins was not a 'suitable suitor', a phrase that entertained her immensely.

"Well, he is not sensible. He makes long speeches about his patroness, her home, her daughter and everything except his actual work. He compliments anyone and everything around him. He is a clergyman, but I have seen very little in the way of true piety in him. He is short and stout - I might forgive the first as being God's will, but the second clearly comes from his own habits, I can assure you!" Both men grinned at that last item, and thought about Mr. Hurst. "He is, in short, very boring and a simpering idiot. In defense of my sex, I must say, you should defend your sisters from anyone like him!"

"You mean to say that interesting simpering idiot's are fine as suitors?" asked Mr. Bingley, entering into the spirit of things. "Oh, no!" said Jane, who had started to smile again. "Each lady has a different 'ideal' but I'm sure 'simpering idiot' is not on anyone's list!"

Chapter 3

Everyone laughed some more, but Darcy was still stunned that gentlewomen (as Jane and Elizabeth clearly were) would speak so freely. He pushed a little more, saying "well, you've told us what is NOT suitable - what is?"

Elizabeth realized she might have been carrying on a little too much and sweetly replied, "Perhaps you would share your wisdom with us first. The male mind is as unknown to us as the female apparently is to you. Why don't you tell us what you DO NOT want in a lady, and then we will tell you want we DO like to see in a suitor."

This plan suited Bingley quite well. While Darcy was still processing the potential downfalls of continuing this line of thought, Bingley agreed and started, "Well, I cannot say enough good things about the ladies I know, generally. My friend here is usually more severe. How about it Darcy - what don't you like in a lady?" Here Bingley winked and nudged his friend. Darcy was extremely uncomfortable, but the challenge in Elizabeth's eyes decided him. He would rise to that challenge. She had been honest, so would he!

"You are expected to contribute as well Bingley, but I will start. Most society ladies lack true conversational skills. They cannot contribute intelligently to a conversation, only echo what has already been said. I suppose, like yourselves, I expect some intelligence and "sense". Bingley? Your turn."

"Umm, well, I guess some of the ladies are, well - I'm not very fond of gossip or jokes that are harmful to others..." Bingley trailed off, not knowing how to describe how distasteful he found his own sisters when they picked apart their "friends". Everyone shifted, knowing full well what Bingley was describing and realizing that the conversation had taken a more serious turn again.

Jane tried to help Bingley by giving him a shy glance and saying, "I don't like it when people are unkind either. It can be very distressing." As the two looked at each other and smiled their accord, Darcy couldn't help but stare at Elizabeth. She was smiling fondly at her sister again. "No, indeed Jane, you do not like it when people argue, or dispute, or indulge in malicious gossip. You are too kind to see fault (except perhaps this one) in anybody!"

Darcy laughed also and said, "Miss Elizabeth, you might have been describing Bingley! That is precisely why he asked me along on his search for property."

Bingley blushed and told Darcy it was his turn again. Darcy cursed to himself. He had hoped to turn the conversation. Somehow, he realized that running down women was not the best method of attracting "nice" ladies. It might work with Miss Bingley, but not these two! He had promised himself to be honest, so he replied with a pet peeve that had bothered him for years.

"Well, to get to the point, most men (myself included) do not like having the ladies (or even worse, their mothers) doing the courting!" Darcy's vehemence surprised even himself. Elizabeth couldn't help it, but started to laugh again. "Poor Mr. Darcy! What a fate! Do you usually have a guard to protect you from the infiltration of the enemy? Perhaps you should join the army in France - you might be safe there!" Bingley was laughing uproariously as well. Jane was smiling, but also shook her head at Elizabeth to show slight disapproval at making fun of one of their hosts.

Mr. Darcy decided to quit being serious. "On the contrary, Madam. I doubt a mere war would even slow some of the society mamma's down! I usually talk politics and literature and agriculture until the young ladies in question run screaming. If that doesn't work then," (here he looked around like he was about to reveal some terrible secret), "I hide!" he whispered. Everyone laughed even harder. Bingley had to wipe the tears from his eyes before he could add his say.

"Darcy simply disappears in the most fantastic manner! One minute he's standing so stiff that it takes great courage to even approach him. Next thing you know he bows and stalks away. Try to find him after that! I tell you, I've tried and failed. But usually, he simply doesn't go to any of the events he's invited to. Hard for the ladies or their mamma's to buttonhole him if he's not there!" More laughter followed this pronouncement, including Darcy's.

A jolt interrupted the hilarity within the carriage. Another followed and everyone lost their seats. Darcy regained his balance almost immediately and gratefully grabbed his chance (and Elizabeth who had fallen forward) before she hit the floor. Bingley was less fortunate, but managed to throw himself under Jane before she hit the floor of the carriage. Both men politely helped the ladies back to their seats before letting go. By this point, the carriage had stopped. Bingley popped his head out the window and called to his groom. "What's going on? Why have we stopped?"

"Bit of a problem with the road sir. The rain's made the ruts deeper than usual. We have a wheel stuck." Darcy and Bingley climbed out of the carriage to survey the situation. The groom and driver (all the servants they had with them) pointed out the problem and started discussing solutions.

"Just our luck!" groaned Elizabeth to Jane. "First the post-chaise and now Mr. Bingley's carriage. Who would have thought that a trip to London in August could be so difficult?"

Before Jane could reply, Mr. Bingley appeared at the door. "Would you ladies mind leaving the carriage? We are going to try to shift it." The ladies agreed and were helped out by Mr. Bingley. Jane tripped a little and landed in Mr. Bingley's arms, blushed, and was put upright again. Elizabeth was particularly careful NOT to trip on her way down. It was still damp and drizzling out so the ladies moved to a spot under a tree, to better watch the men's antics.

By this time, the groom had gathered a bundle of twigs and grass from the roadside and started putting it under the trapped wheel. The driver moved up to the horses' heads and stood ready to get them moving. The groom moved behind the carriage. Darcy and Bingley, being gentlemen and NOT being dressed for outdoor activities, stood to one side. With a shout, the driver got the horses moving. The carriage started to pull out of the deep rut it was stuck in.

The sound of another carriage could be heard on the road. As Bingley's pulled forward, the new carriage came careening around the corner! The driver of the strange equipage managed to pull around, but the new carriage slammed into Bingley's, shaking the inhabitants and scaring Bingley's horses. The driver tried to control them, but they jumped forward and the carriage hit another rut. With a resounding crash, Bingley's carriage toppled over.

By this time, the new carriage had stopped. A couple of men came back and looked at the mess they had inadvertently caused. The driver had the horses loose from the carriage already - he had cut the harness to prevent them from being hurt and was calming them. The groom was with them as well. Bingley had his face in his hands as he saw his new carriage lying on its side on the road's verge. Jane could only stare at the disaster. Elizabeth had a frantic desire to laugh, or cry. Rather than do either she turned to comfort her sister. Jane was very upset and Elizabeth knew they could only wait for further developments. Mr. Bingley and Darcy would have to manage things, because there wasn't a single thing the Bennet sisters could do to improve the situation.

Mr. Darcy took control, as it was clear nobody else was going to. He moved forward to speak to the men from the other carriage. They consulted for a few minutes. He came back and talked to the groom, driver and then Bingley. The groom took charge of the horses and started to walk down the road. Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley walked over to Jane and Elizabeth.

"Ladies, we are very sorry for the inconvenience. We will need help getting the carriage righted. The groom is headed to the village to stable the horses and gather men to right the carriage. Jones, the driver, will stay with the carriage and our belongings. Mr. Knightly's carriage is at our disposal to bring us to the next village. I'm afraid that by the time we get to the village, the men collected, back to the carriage, the carriage righted and moved up to the village it will be too late to continue tonight."

The import of Mr. Darcy's words was very clear to Jane and Elizabeth. They would have to stay at the inn for the night. With two strange men who were not relations or even friends of the family! However kind Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley had been to them, it was a terrible risk to all their reputations.

Mr. Bingley broke in to their thoughts. "Umm, our situation is rather unusual. If you don't mind, I have quite a few female cousins. They reside in the north and have not been to town. Would you mind very much if we let Mr. Knightly think that you are two of my cousins? I can't pass you off as sisters - he might actually know some of my sisters!"

Jane nodded immediately. Elizabeth was reluctant (she was concerned over the pitfalls of falsehoods) but also nodded. It would completely ruin their reputations if this escapade was discovered!

Mr. Bingley escorted Jane and Mr. Darcy helped Elizabeth towards Mr. Knightly's carriage. The ladies were introduced as Mr. Bingley's cousins, Miss Jane Bennet and Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Mr. George Knightly was traveling with his brother, Mr. John Knightly, an attorney in London. General conversation about the shocking condition of the roads, the hazards of travel in general and the good fortune that both carriages had not been harmed in the accident carried the time until they reached the next village. Bingley took great pleasure in speaking to his "Cousin Jane" and "Cousin Elizabeth". The opportunity to use their Christian names (especially Jane's) without getting in trouble for it was making up for the inconvenience to him.

Mr. Knightly's carriage stopped in front of the Oxhorn Inn. Darcy and Bingley helped the ladies descend. The little group entered the inn, as the Knightly's carriage pulled away.

Author's Note: Sorry, but I couldn't resist the chance to make the Knightly's "Knights in Shining Armor"

Chapter 4

Author's Note: Now the Oxhorn Inn

The four entered the inn, each worried that they would somehow get "caught" and disgraced. As they were actually honorable and responsible individuals, sneakiness went against their collective and individual natures. Darcy stepped up to the innkeeper, with Bingley trailing along behind. They asked the innkeeper for a private parlor and some dinner. This inn was fairly quiet, so there was no problem getting space. As the ladies were conducted to the parlor, Bingley and Darcy started to discuss the problem of the carriage with the innkeeper. As they expected, he was able to help them get the carriage problem dealt with.

Darcy summarily told Bingley that, as it was his carriage, he could see to getting it back to the village. Darcy indicated that he would stay behind and entertain the ladies. Bingley was disappointed, but admitted that Darcy was right. Surprise mingled with suspicion that Darcy was actually willing to spend time in unfamiliar company, let alone unfamiliar ladies company.

They moved into the parlor where a meal was being set up for the group. The food was acceptable, and the wine was actually not bad. Bingley offered to mix the water and wine for Miss Bennet, so Darcy followed suit with Elizabeth.

Throughout this time, Jane and Lizzy and continued to be very uncomfortable. The ease of their former association with the gentlemen was gone. They had a hurried, whispered, discussion while the men remained outside talking to the innkeeper. Elizabeth decided she needed to be blunt.

"Mr. Bingley, Mr. Darcy. We realize we have imposed upon you long enough. If a post-chaise stops here this evening, perhaps we take it and continue on to London."

"Miss Elizabeth, you are not imposing at all. In any case, this is not a posting-inn. I don't believe they stop in this village at all unless they are specifically asked. You will have to wait and go to London with us tomorrow. It would look very bad now if you left us and continued on your own." was Darcy's reply.

The sisters blushed, even as they admitted Mr. Darcy was correct. They had been so flustered they had not considered all the consequences of leaving their protectors. Jane was completely torn. She was already admired Mr. Bingley quite deeply and did not want to leave his company, but was already very aware of the societal lines they were crossing.

On the other hand, Elizabeth was enjoying the adventure. She knew what they were doing was NOT proper behavior for your ladies. Perhaps society's restrictions were too severe. There was no harm in what they had done - so far. She strongly doubted there would be. Mr. Bingley, at least, with his innocent pleasure in "getting away" with something when he used his "cousins'" Christian names was quite sweet. If that was his idea of misbehaving, obviously he wasn't some society rake young ladies were always being warned about. Any fears she had left about being in the care of two strangers disappeared at that point. Mr. Darcy was another matter. First he was so severe looking, then he would relax and joke. He seemed intelligent enough. He was obviously "took care" of Mr. Bingley. Considering the way Mr. Bingley so easily walked into verbal traps, Lizzy was surprised Bingley had apparently survived society. Mr. Darcy's evident reluctance for society did him no disservice to Lizzy. Knowing her own mother, she wasn't surprised that a handsome, eligible young man felt hunted. She suspected he had the larger income or more prestigious family of the two. After all, Mr. Darcy already HAD property. He had an air of command. Still, he was just a chance acquaintance. It would be silly of her to think of him as anything BUT that.

While Lizzy was considering the situation, the maid had been bustling in and out with food and drink for the little party. Lizzy was not hungry. She suspected none of them were, but it was easier to sit with some pretense of normality. After the girl finished laying out the meal and finally left, Darcy started the thread of conversation that had been dropped.

"We have gone ahead and booked rooms. I suggested one room for you ladies. Given the circumstances we thought it best. We have let the landlord know that our servants and most of our belongings have already gone on to London. He will make sure a maid is available to you, just ring for her."

"I hope you don't mind that we went ahead and made plans, just as if you really were my cousins." was Bingley's aside. "We haven't actually decided who's going with the party to raise the carriage and who is going to stay here with you ladies." He smiled quite innocently, knowing that Darcy was staring (open-mouthed) at his lie. Bingley really hoped Darcy would protest. He wanted to know just how interested Darcy was in Miss Elizabeth. He was also extremely grateful that, somehow, he wasn't interested in Jane Bennet. In Bingley's experience, if Darcy showed any interest or attention to a young lady, he didn't have a chance of getting a single word out of her. Bingley found Miss Elizabeth very enjoyable. She was fun and interesting and pretty and quick-witted. Jane, on the other hand was BEAUTIFUL, and sweet and a perfect angel.

Darcy closed his mouth and said with perfect aplomb, "I understood, Bingley, that you were to go with the men to the carriage. After all, it's YOUR carriage."

"Oh, but Darcy, I don't think it would be proper to leave my cousins with someone else at a roadside inn. You understand, a fellow needs to take proper care of his female relatives. You would never leave Georgiana with me under similar circumstances after all."

"Of course I would leave Georgiana (if she had female companionship) with a TRUSTED friend."

Elizabeth was grinning at her sister who offered the men a shy smile. Darcy and Bingley suddenly realized they had an audience and they were perilously close to squabbling over who got to stay with the girls. It was clear to the ladies that both men saw themselves in the role of protector of helpless young females.

"Your innocent young cousins are very grateful for you care, dear cousin Charles, but I'm sure we will be fine here. We are, after all, in a private parlor and have one another for chaperones. When our room is ready we can go upstairs. Both you and your charming friend can go and collect OUR carriage. We faithfully promise to remain where you left us!"

Jane giggled behind her hand at Lizzy's speech. She decided to take the opposite viewpoint, however. "I don't know, Lizzy. I don't think our father would be happy with our cousin if he left us all alone here!"

"Which cousin would it be? I'm afraid I lost track of who is our cousin right now!"

Darcy smiled at her reference to his save at the previous inn. "It might be a trifle awkward if we changed our story now ladies. Miss Elizabeth is correct. We should both go to gather the carriage. It won't take long." Darcy had decided that he wasn't going to win the chance to get the ladies to himself. He was miffed at Bingley's treason and was determined that if HE had to go back out in the mud and drizzle, the least Bingley could do was come - it was his carriage after all!

Bingley, knowing the look on Darcy's face almost gave in to the inevitable. Then he had a brilliant idea. "Tell you what, Darcy - I'll toss you for it. One of us should stay with the ladies. I'll toss, you call it." Here Bingley pulled a coin out of his pocket. Darcy grimaced at the idea. "Bingley, I don't think..."

Just then, the innkeeper knocked on the door. He informed them that the men and horses were ready to go back to the carriage, along with the lunch they had ordered for the driver left behind. This display of concern for a mere servant touched the ladies hearts. Both ascribed it to their own particular hero. The innkeeper also informed the gentlemen that they didn't have to go out. "It's getting dark our, sirs. Your groom is ready to go with the tipping party so your man at the carriage knows they aren't thieves. Shouldn't take long."

Bingley lighted up at the idea and agreed. Darcy privately thought that if it was his own carriage and men he would have gone. Since it wasn't, and he was not eager to go out in the cold and rain, he kept quiet. After all, this way he was sure to spend more time with the ladies. It wouldn't be fair for Bingley to keep them to himself after all!

"Your rooms are ready now ladies and sirs. The ladies have a sitting room off their room. You gents have regular rooms. I hope that will be satisfactory," finished the innkeeper. He bustled out the door, with the group trailing after.

Chapter 5

Bingley was disgruntled. He was now settled into his room. The question was, how was he going to visit Jane without looking pushy or over-eager? He was a little afraid he might scare her off - she was so gentle and beautiful and sweet and.... he had never met anyone like her before!

Darcy, on the other hand, was grateful to be alone for the first time since he had laid eyes on Miss Elizabeth. Her beautiful eyes and vivacious charm had been overwhelming him. He still had no idea who she was. It was clear she was a gentleman's daughter. She was obviously from the country. He STRONGLY doubted her family was worth much or they would have sent the girls in a carriage of their own to London. Or at least sent a man with the girls! That smacked of impropriety that he couldn't overlook. Their running away to visit family in such a fashion also suggested strong-mindedness. Her personality he couldn't find fault with. The more time he spent with her, the more he realized how utterly enjoyable she was as a person instead of merely an ornament. For all her strong opinions and adventurous spirit, she wasn't one of those dreadful bluestockings. She was pleasant and totally feminine.

Darcy dragged his thoughts away from Elizabeth's charms. How did he go back to inventorying her person instead of her situation? He needed to think clearly, to reason, to be practical!

Meanwhile, in the Bennet room....

Each sister had freshened up. It was quite early yet. Too early to go to bed. The ladies moved into the sitting room. Neither would admit it, but they hoped for some company. Half of the discussion they had with the men had been nonsense, and most of the rest had been thank yous or about themselves.

Jane was usually content with the society at home and the few friends they had in London. This one time she wanted to do something unexpected. She knew they were taking risks but both gentlemen were everything a gentleman should be. There was nothing to fear from them. Their company was very agreeable. Seldom had Jane been so entertained and felt so comfortable!

Lizzy was eager to continue her acquaintance with the men. Mr. Bingley she felt was easy to read, but Mr. Darcy fascinated her. He was serious, then laughing. He reminded her somewhat of her own dear Jane. Like Jane, Lizzy guessed, only those he knew well or was very comfortable with would truly know him. Most of the time with them he had spent studying them (she had missed the fact it was more her than Jane). Yet, what he did say made sense. He was quick to act, but very correct in those actions. He was very proper, but asked personal questions. He took in and took care of two strange ladies to a degree that went far beyond what could be expected. All this, after he admitted he avoided people he didn't know well! He was full on contrasts. He was unlike any man she had met before.

Neither sister was used to having empty hands, but they didn't have any sewing supplies or books with them. Instead they sat and chatted about the trip so far, how their mother might be dealing with their desertion, how their father might be dealing with the conniptions their mother was having, etc.

A knock at the door suspended their conversation. Each hoped for a different person to answer their call of "Come in!"

Mr. Bingley entered. He looked anxious. "Ladies, I just realized. Your poor uncle and aunt must be wondering where you are! They must be frantic! Did you want to send an express to them?"

"Oh, no sir! Please, do not worry! We had arranged to visit them, but then left a week earlier than planned. We sent no word, so they will not be worried. They will be surprised when we arrive tomorrow!" was Jane's reply. She gave Mr. Bingley a look of approval for being so considerate of others, even those he had not (yet) met. "Thank you for thinking of us, and them." "Would you like to join us?" asked Lizzy.

"Certainly!" was Bingley's prompt response. He sat in the chair directly across from Jane. "Then you really did flee the terrible suitor!" laughed Mr. Bingley. He was perfectly at ease again. His worry had been resolved, he had a perfectly good excuse to see the ladies and they seemed in no rush for him to leave. All he had to do now was make conversation so he would have a reason to stay!

"What! You did not believe us! For shame sir, we are ladies and would not tell a falsehood!" Elizabeth couldn't resist it. She intended to get Mr. Bingley as relaxed as possible, and then gently pump him for the information they had neglected to collect earlier.

Bingley and Lizzy laughed as he protested he would believe anything either of them said. He was talking to Lizzy, but looking at Jane the entire time. Lizzy was half hoping, half worried that Mr. Bingley was becoming attached to her sister. She liked him a great deal, but they had known one another for less than a day.

Jane's question took both by surprise. "Is Mr. Darcy going to join us?" She liked Mr. Bingley, but was a little jealous. Lizzy's animated conversation was excessively diverting. Without meaning to she often took control of the conversation. Lizzy had good judgement, but Jane wanted Mr. Bingley to talk to her and less to Lizzy. As Jane was seldom a jealous personality, she was surprised by her own feelings. She was too shy to look at Mr. Bingley directly most of the time and therefore was unaware that he spent a great deal of time looking at her.

Bingley replied, "I have no idea what Darcy might do. He could be reading, planning his appointments for tomorrow, or be sleeping for all I know."

Another knock at the door caused the company to turn...

Chapter 6

Elizabeth immediately called out "Enter!" The door opened and the maid popped in. Lizzy hid her disappointment - she had hoped it would be Mr. Darcy. The maid looked to Mr. Bingley and said, "The men are back with the carriage sir. I thought I'd check here since you weren't in your room." She left again.

Bingley sighed. He had no choice but to go pay the men and thank them. He stood and asked the ladies permission to step out. They graciously gave their consent and off he went. He went down to the common room and thanked the local men, farmers mostly, for their help. He gave each of them "something for their trouble". They seemed pleased. He then decided to be really generous - do a Darcy move! He turned to the innkeeper and told him to give the men a round in appreciation. He nodded to his own men that they could join the others and headed back upstairs. Bingley wasn't afraid of his men talking about the strange ladies he had picked up. It NEVER occurred to him that, while they were loyal and good servants normally, that drink might loosen a few tongues...

When he got to the head of the stairs, Bingley looked at his watch. It wasn't too late to rejoin the ladies. He would just go stay for a short while, say goodnight. That was only polite, wasn't it?

Decision made, he knocked at their door. Jane's musical voice gave him leave to enter.

Darcy was still sitting in his room. He had rung for some wine and was having a quiet drink. He had settled down with a book, but wasn't having much success with it. Darcy knew Bingley would be sitting with the Bennet sisters. They didn't need him to entertain them as well. He badly needed to regain his composure and impartiality.

"Fine!" he said to himself, and he thumped down the book. "I will think about her! Why is she still in my mind? She's pretty enough, but not up to society's stringent standards. He manners are playful and enchanting, but not fashionable. She dresses as a gentlewoman, but just as clearly as a country miss. She hasn't been presented, but she must be 20 - so her family is of no importance or wealth. So why is she so special? What do I like about her?" He set to musing. No more excuses, he told himself. WHY did he like her?

"She hasn't tried to catch MY attention. She's definitely not a coquette. She's also not one of those shy, stammering lap-dog type girls. She talks and shares her wit, but she's basically kind. She actually has a real sense of humor - and uses it on herself sometimes! Those eyes - I've never seen anything like them. She can speak with them alone I think. She's not self-conscious - THAT'S IT! She doesn't think about herself - she's not self-centered! I think she might be the first woman I've met who doesn't think or talk or arrange everything as it applies to HER! She worries about her sister. She genuinely wanted to put us at our ease when we took them into the carriage. She must have realized it was as awkward for us as them! That's why she shared that nonsense about her cousin."

Darcy was completely overcome. He wanted to see her immediately and try out his theory. He wanted to watch her as she talked to her sister and his friend. He wanted to engage her in conversation on literature and art, to see how much knowledge she might have. One look at his watch made him realize it was getting a bit late. It would not be very becoming for him to call on them now. They were supposed to get an early start the next day. Oh well, he had the time in the carriage tomorrow to look forward to. They would be with their aunt and uncle for a few weeks, she had said. He would call and be sure they were comfortable. It was the polite thing to do. Just because they dropped them off doesn't mean he would have to break the connection.

He was eager to spend more time with Elizabeth, but that could wait. The chance to find out more about her through her family appealed to him. Georgiana had mentioned to him not long ago that she wished she had a sister. The sisters seemed like pleasant, friendly ladies. They wouldn't scare her the way Miss Bingley did. Perhaps, once he checked out the family, he would ask to introduce his sister.

Musing on these pleasant thoughts, Darcy prepared for bed.

Elizabeth did not sleep well. The wind had risen during the night. The light rain of the day before had turned into a nasty storm. She was awake when the maid came to raise them.

"Miss Bennet? Miss Bennet? I was asked to call you at 5:00. Breakfast will be ready in half an hour. The gents will meet you in the parlor you were in last night. Milly here will help you get ready." The first maid hurried out to other duties. Jane and Lizzy got up and prepared for another day of travel. They went down to the parlor for breakfast. Mr. Darcy, already there, rose and greeted them. Mr. Bingley was nowhere in evidence.

"You'll have to forgive Bingley. He does not like mornings well" was all Mr. Darcy offered. He seated both ladies and started serving them, even though it went beyond custom. He started eating from his own plate and motioned for them to start. "If you wait for Bingley, the food will be very cold. He often does without breakfast." Lizzy shrugged her shoulders and started to eat and drink her hot tea. Jane waited a few moments and was rewarded by Bingley himself as he stumbled into the room. He muttered apologies and filled a plate. He looked up to smile at Jane, noticing she had not started without him. She smiled back and started her meal.

They were not yet finished when the innkeeper joined them. "Sir, you may want to delay your departure. The weather is still very bad. A couple of farmers just told me there are branches and even trees down on the road. Ditches are filled with water and the mud is terrible. If you go now, you may get bogged down again, or have to turn back because the road is blocked. I pray you, wait a little and see what other reports come in."

Bingley turned to Darcy. "What do you think. Should we wait a little?" "It might be best." replied Darcy. He turned towards the ladies, "If the ladies don't object."

Jane and Lizzy were concerned. It just was not right for them to delay yet again, but it seemed they did not have much of a choice. Therefore, it behooved them to give in gracefully. "No, of course we don't object. We trust you implicitly." Jane answered for both of them.

"I'll keep your rooms then," said the innkeeper. The group finished their breakfast and Bingley stepped out to have a word with his men. He rejoined the others in the ladies sitting room upstairs. Bingley offered to get some cards from his case. The ladies agreed and they spent the next hour playing cards. Conversation was the true game they were playing. Mr. Darcy got his wish. He engaged Elizabeth in a discussion of literature. He found her well informed and insightful. Meanwhile, Jane and Bingley chatted about inconsequential things - favorite colors, his sisters, her sisters. Darcy was as eager as Bingley to hear about their family, so he did pay attention to the other conversation as well. Elizabeth told him, in a good-natured way, that she didn't think she was THAT boring! The third time she caught him listening to Jane instead of herself.

In truth, Lizzy was a little perturbed. Mr. Darcy had started the discussion regarding a new history book, but did not seem interested in her reply. It was not the first time she had lost a man's attention to her sister's beauty, but it was very disagreeable to have it happen AGAIN!

Chapter 7

Author's Note: Now Oxhorn Inn

Servants popped in and out all morning. They kept the fire going, brought refreshments, and generally made themselves useful answering questions about how the weather had changed, how busy the inn was, etc.

By noon the weather had improved. It was still overcast, but no longer actually raining. The latest report indicated that the roads would be passable by the next day. Elizabeth suggested going for a short walk. "I am not used to sitting around all day. I'm afraid I'm quite a walker. Perhaps we could go for a stroll, see the town?"

Jane nodded. "I would like to stop at a shop. There are a few trifles I need."

Neither lady was considering asking permission to go out. They were really asking the gentlemen if they wanted to accompany them. Both men took Jane and Elizabeth's suggestion quite differently. Darcy was used to making decisions for his sister. Bingley was NOT, but his sisters were older than Jane and Elizabeth (and pigheaded as well).

Darcy immediately stated that they had to stay in. "It's much to muddy and wet for you to go out. I do not like staying in either, but given the circumstances it might be better to keep a low profile.

Elizabeth's jaw dropped. She was definitely not used to taking orders from anyone but her parents (and she had been known to ignore or go around those from time to time). It wasn't so much what Darcy said, but how he said it. He was giving them orders! Who was he to tell them what to do?

Bingley showed his surprise that they would even consider going out when the weather was still bad. His own sisters would never consider it. This was the final straw for Elizabeth.

"We are not your sisters Mr. Bingley. This is a small village. It will not take us long to walk to the end of the street and back and make a short call to the shop. We were not asking your permission to go out. I need fresh air. Come Jane!"

Elizabeth disappeared into their room to put on her coat and bonnet. Jane gave the men an apologetic look. "Lizzy does not like to be given orders. Our father recognizes her good sense and allows both of us to make our own decisions. I'm sorry she was so confrontational. Lizzy walks every day, rain or shine. Enforced idleness makes her impatient. We shall only be gone a quarter of an hour, I'm sure." Jane went into the room to change as well.

"Well, I can't let my "cousins" go out by themselves. I'll go get my coat and meet you downstairs!" called Charles and he left the room. Darcy was left sitting there, wondering how it had all happened. He was miffed at the others ignoring his pronouncement. Bingley usually paid more attention. Young women usually did as they were told or they were total hoydens. Somehow, Jane and Elizabeth didn't fit that category. He had more to ponder, so he went to his room.

Jane and Elizabeth met Bingley down in the common room. He offered each an arm and walked them down the street and back. They stopped, as planned, at the little village store. Jane picked over embroidery thread while Elizabeth bought some fine linen and needles and two small embroidery hoops. While in their room getting ready to go out they had decided to make a handkerchief for each of the men as a thank you for their care and concern. Lizzy was over her anger and a little embarrassed at her outburst.

Bingley was enjoying himself immensely. The ladies were interesting conversationalists. Miss Elizabeth tended to make witty comments and jokes. Jane admired her surroundings and made intelligent conversation. Bingley had seldom been so well entertained as he was by the two of them. When the ladies purchases were made, they wandered back to the inn. Raucous laughter filled the inn, but cut off the minute they walked through the door. Instead the locals and travelers stopped and looked at the trio. All three were confused, but Bingley escorted the ladies upstairs first. He didn't need to inquire if his men knew the reason for the odd behavior downstairs. Darcy had been laying in wait for their return.

He practically dragged them into the sitting room and told the maid who stopped by that they would like lunch in half and hour. He closed the door behind them and stated that they had a problem.

Both ladies blanched, they were afraid they knew exactly what Mr. Darcy was referring to. Bingley merely looked confused. "Confound it man! Out with it! I have business downstairs when you are finished."

"I imagine you do Bingley. Your men were apparently talking last night quite freely about your - about OUR business." The ladies became even more pale as Jane sat down. Elizabeth stayed frozen where she was. "The entire inn - perhaps the entire TOWN - knows that the ladies were strays picked up at a roadside inn. Everyone KNOWS that we had no prior plans to have anyone else with us. Most of them are quite sure the ladies are NOT your cousins, or my cousins, or any relation at all. They are assuming the worst Bingley. We MUST get out of here - and I would suggest you horsewhip your men when you get home! We can only hope this goes no farther than this village. It's not a major stopping place. With any luck the gossip will not spread to their home or ours, but we must be more careful!" He glanced at Elizabeth, still frozen in place. Her large, troubled eyes haunted him. He was furious with Bingley and himself for having put her and Jane into such a precarious position.

By this time Bingley was looking pretty sick himself. He knew as well as Darcy did (with his sisters perhaps BETTER) that if word got out in London the ladies reputation would be utterly ruined. They had done nothing wrong, but society didn't care about that. Society only cared about appearances, not substance. They all knew that. Bingley started sputtering. He then asked Darcy if they should leave immediately after lunch. Darcy thought they should. The latest report indicated that the roads were muddy, but the trees and branches had mostly been cleared. They were less than a half day away from London. Even with bad roads they should make it before evening. He looked significantly at Elizabeth and Jane. By this time Lizzy was sitting with Jane, comforting her sister. They were both obviously upset. Bingley realized Darcy was right - the best they could do was get the ladies to their uncles before anything else went wrong.

Bingley finished discussing arrangements with Darcy and ran downstairs to talk to his men. They were to leave directly after lunch - within 45 minutes if possible. He didn't need to reprimand the driver and groom. They had booth realized the folly of their talk the night before. One look at their master's face when he confronted them made it clear the talk had spread and Bingley had (correctly) laid the entire mess at their feet. Bingley only said that he would discuss it when they reached London.

Bingley sprinted back upstairs to join the others for lunch, then moved to his room to finish his packing. The ladies had been dispirited and picked at their food. Darcy and Bingley were not much better. They met downstairs, with the porter bringing down their bags to be loaded up. They climbed in to the carriage and were off.

As they pulled out of the village, Bingley's spirits started to improve. He was convinced that no serious harm was done. He started to make small talk. Only Jane replied, and she replied out of habit. She would never intentionally give offence by refusing to answer.

Elizabeth was embarrassed and upset. She could hardly raise her eyes. Mr. Darcy had wanted them to stay inside and she had insisted on parading up and down the street. What must people have thought! She had simply decided to be petty. If she hadn't been annoyed at Mr. Darcy she would have listened and probably have stayed in. Perhaps no further harm had been done. It didn't really matter. But those people had looked at her and thought... She could die of shame!

Darcy had been careful not to stare at Elizabeth. Up until now he had only seen her eyes sparkle with good cheer. Seeing the pale cheek and eyes shimmering with unshed tears distressed him more than he liked. The reaction was the same - and yet not the same - as he felt when Georgiana was upset. Certainly, he wanted to make things better. He had barely saved his beloved sister from Wickham not over a month ago. The look on her face, the helplessness, the sadness, had been so similar as the expression on Elizabeth's (and Jane's) face now.

There was nothing to do but wait out the ride, get the ladies under the protection of their own family, and hope to God that no permanent harm had been done. He would stay with his original plan. He would check on the ladies tomorrow. He would ask around (discretely!) through his secretary about the Bennet family. He would wait to see if any scandal arose.

Bingley had finally realized that everyone else was still upset. He gave up his efforts to cheer the others and settled back in his seat. The group braced themselves as they were jostled. The roads were indeed bad and the trip would be long without happy conversation.

It had seemed like forever, but they were finally in London. The had passed the last toll and were on their way to Gracechurch Street. When they arrived at the Gardiner home, the groom jumped down and knocked at the door. Lizzy and Jane were at the door by the time the maid answered. The groom was already unloading the small amount of luggage the ladies had with them. He jumped back on the back of the carriage and it pulled away. The group of travelers had decided to have the carriage outside their aunt and uncles for as little time as possible. The gentlemen had promised to visit the next day.

As they pulled away, Darcy took a good look at the neighborhood. It was quite respectable, if not fashionable. It spoke well for her family, even though they were in trade. Bingley, who's thoughts were more about Jane than her family, simply sat back and tried to decide how early he could get over to the Gardiners' tomorrow.

Chapter 8

Lizzy and Jane gratefully entered their aunt and uncles home. A servant brought in their bags. Their family came to greet them when they recognized their voices.

"Look! It's Lizzy and Jane!" called out their oldest cousin. "What are you doing here? Mama and Papa said you wouldn't arrive 'til next week!"

"We had a slight change in plans. Uncle, could you send someone to the depot to pick up our trunks?" Jane requested. Their uncle agreed immediately and ushered them into the sitting room.

He soon followed. Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner, being astute and intelligent people, were concerned at the mode of their nieces' transportation, arriving early, with no notification. They already knew about Mr. Collins and the refused proposal.

Elizabeth and Jane turned questions away until after an early dinner. When the children had gone to bed, Elizabeth asked for privacy with her aunt and uncle and sister. They wanted to hold a private conversation. Mrs. Gardiner rose and closed the sitting room door. As she returned to her seat, she looked straight at her nieces. They were both upset and barely holding it in.

The whole mess poured out. How humiliated and angry and upset they had been by Mr. Collins proposal(s). The fits their mother had thrown. The pain at their father's amusement with the situation and his approval for them to go to town. The decision to "run away" (it wasn't TOO bad - they had their father's permission to go, if not for the method of travel they chose). The problems with the coach, the mess at the Crossroads Inn, meeting Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley. How kind the gentlemen had been, how they somehow were sucked into a situation that spiraled completely out of control and finally the rumors at the Oxhorn Inn. Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner listened fairly patiently through the recitation of disaster. Jane and Lizzy took turns when the other was too upset to continue. They finished with letting their aunt and uncle know they expected the gentlemen to visit the next day.

"Lizzy, Jane, yes, you made some questionable decisions. But that was yesterday, and there is nothing to be done about it. The whole thing will most likely blow over." their uncle said. "Lest said soonest mended." was their aunt's contribution. She had moved to the sofa between the sisters and comforted them as they talked.

They talked a little while longer and the sisters retired. Their aunt and uncle stayed up a while longer to discuss what happened a little further. One thing the girls had not said (but had revealed) was their attraction to the men who had cared for them for two days. Mr. & Mrs. Gardiner, very sensibly, decided to reserve judgement until they met the men the next day. Mrs. Gardiner had already made a connection between Mr. Darcy and the Darcys of Derbyshire near her hometown. She had not yet decided what to do with that knowledge.

"Charles! You are home! Where is Mr. Darcy? Did he not come with you!" exclaimed Miss Caroline Bingley.

"I dropped him off at home of course." was Mr. Bingley's reply.

"Where have you been? The valet and all your luggage arrived yesterday quite early. You sent no message - we were getting quite worried, weren't we Louisa?" Caroline appealed to her sister. Far from looking alarmed, both ladies looked placid and dressed up as usual.

"I'm sure. Well, we ran into some minor trouble with the carriage and had to stay over at an inn. The roads became quite bad with all the rain so I didn't see the point in sending a message on. I told you I would return this week. I did not specify when."

"Well, at least you had excellent company while you were away! How is Mr. Darcy? Did he approve the estate?"

"Caroline! I have to approve the estate. Darcy is just advising me. No, neither of us liked the Oaks and I will ask the agent to be a little more discriminating in the future. I don't mind putting some capital into an estate, but it should be in working condition before I move in! Darcy suggested that I lease for a year, wherever we go. That way, I'll have a chance to really get to know an estate. If I like it, I can buy it. If it turns out I don't like it, I simply leave at the end of lease."

"Of course! Mr. Darcy always has the most brilliant ideas - doesn't he Louisa? Louisa? Brother, did you see where Louisa went?"

"I don't know, Caroline. I'm tired and cold. I've been traveling all afternoon. I want to wash and change and have my dinner. Then I want to go to bed! We can talk tomorrow."

"Charles, invite Mr. Darcy over tomorrow. We haven't seen him this age. You wouldn't believe what Mrs. Colt said the other day..."

"Not now Caroline." said Mr. Bingley as he headed upstairs to his room.

Later, when the family sat down to dinner, Caroline peppered her brother with more questions. Most had to do with Mr. Darcy, some with the need for Charles to buy an estate so they could be settled. She was discussing the tedium of traveling and the shocking state of the roads. She had covered the topic at some length and needed a new topic. She asked where they had stayed when he had trouble with the carriage and expressed how dreadful it must have been, "Those village inns are so dreadful! The most common sort of people, terrible food! I'm amazed you survived the experience."

"Oh, it wasn't so bad," said Bingley with a smile. He thought fondly of Jane and Elizabeth. Their conversation had been so enjoyable. No nattering, no snide comments, no whining. Add to that how enjoyable it was to look at them, Jane especially...

Caroline broke into Bingley's thoughts. "Charles! Charles! You aren't paying attention! You must be very tired. Perhaps you should go to bed. You want to have plenty of rest so you can visit Mr. Darcy tomorrow. And do ask him to join us for dinner Charles!"

Mr. Bingley agreed and went to bed. It was peaceful and quiet there. He might even dream about someone. He smiled to himself and went to sleep.

Mr. Darcy had a very different reception when he got home. His sister was still at Pemberley. He hoped to join her, but really felt he couldn't until Bingley either had chosen an estate or given up the hunt for a while. Instead he had a quiet but heartfelt welcome from some of his most trusted retainers. His valet, housekeeper took excellent care of him. He enjoyed a hot bath and a good meal in the comfort of his own home. He should have slept well. Unfortunately, he had more imagination and a dimmer view of human nature than Bingley had ever had. Darcy had dreams of two lovely ladies crying, hiding away in a dismal cottage somewhere, their names ruined by thoughtless men. It was a variation of the terrible dreams he had when he realized how much danger his sister had been in. The only difference is that HE was one of the villains in this new dream. He woke late the next morning after a restless night.

Darcy was still having breakfast when Bingley dropped in. It was well before decent calling hours, but Bingley expected special privileges as an old friend. He also wanted to get away from the third degree his sisters had been performing on him all morning. Both were highly suspicious of his good mood. The Bingley sisters knew their brother well enough to realize he was falling in love again. They were afraid it would influence his decision to buy an estate. They were also nosey and he wasn't going to risk the Bennets' reputation any further. Bingley knew that if his sisters kept at him, he might reveal something he shouldn't.

Darcy told Bingley he would have to wait and suggested that Bingley go visit his agent. Darcy had some business to clear with his secretary. They could meet for lunch at their club and then go visit the Bennet sisters. Bingley was reluctant to wait so long, but accepted the necessity and agreed.

After a pleasant lunch neither remembered, the gentlemen headed out to Gracechurch Street. Bingley was clearly eager and looking forward to seeing the ladies again. Darcy was apprehensive. He had realized after they promised to visit that such visits could tie them even more closely to the ladies. "I must warn Bingley that after this visit, we must show a more becoming restraint," he thought to himself. "If we start visiting daily (as Bingley clearly means to do) then we will make talk, if there isn't any all ready!"

The carriage pulled up in front of the house. The servant jumped off and ran up to the door to ring the bell for them. Bingley and Darcy followed and went in after their cards were presented. They had already left word to the driver to return in half and hour. That was well within the time for a "polite" call. Not too short, not too long.

They were shown into a sitting room where most of the family was at home. The first thing each man saw was a very pretty young woman (one blond, one brunette). Greetings were exchanged and Mrs. Gardiner introduced. Tea was ordered, while the group indulged in idle chit-chat.

Mr. Bingley was comfortable and enjoying himself.

Jane was going through agonies of embarrassment. She liked Mr. Bingley a great deal, but was aware her aunt and sister were watching her. She also still worried about the potential repercussions of their trip to London. In spite of this, she chatted with Mr. Bingley to the best of her ability.

Mr. Darcy was fairly silent. He listened to the other's conversation rather than participating himself. He was also uncomfortable. He was concerned about the ladies (and his own) reputation. He desperately wanted to get to know the family better. Darcy was not given to indulging fancies, but he had a feeling that their imprudence during the trip might result in marriage or disgrace. He wanted to discover as much as possible about Elizabeth (he knew who he would offer for if it came to that - Jane was beautiful, but Elizabeth was FASCINATING as well as pretty). He could not let her reputation suffer, but he also had to think about his family name, his sister, and his tenants. He could not marry anyone who could not fulfill the duties as mistress of Pemberley.

Elizabeth was a little nervous. Now that she was at her aunt's house and (so far) there had been no loose talk, she hoped that they would be spared any embarrassment. She was worried that the risk of such talk might drive Mr. Darcy away. He was so serious and quiet today! Was he disgusted at spending time with people who had connections to trade? Did he think that ladies who would travel alone might have questionable morals or standards? Lizzy had one small pleasure - it was obvious that NOTHING would drive Mr. Bingley away from Jane.

Mrs. Gardiner watched the entire group and directed the conversation. She did her best to make everyone comfortable. She succeeded in making the group feel less awkward. Bingley liked her from the start. The longer Darcy spent in her company, the more he approved.

At the end of tea, the children were sent upstairs. Mrs. Gardiner took the private moment to thank the men. "I cannot thank you enough for helping my nieces. They were very impulsive to run off to us the way they did. Everything turned out all right, thanks to your timely intervention." The implication, that things might not have turned out so well, was acknowledged by each of the young people in her presence. Bingley had a large smile on his face. Darcy just squirmed a little, clearly uncomfortable with the discussion. Mrs. Gardiner summed up her thanks with an invitation to dinner in two night's time. Bingley eagerly accepted, leaving Darcy with no choice. "Thank you Mrs. Gardiner. I would be pleased to join you for dinner on Friday. Come Charles, the carriage should be waiting for us."

With polite farewells the gentlemen took their leave.

Chapter 9

Elizabeth counted her blessings that Mr. Darcy's first visit with her family had been with her aunt rather than her mother. She knew that her mother's behavior would have been inappropriate. For all that her aunt and uncle lived a more modest lifestyle, they were much more presentable. She felt a little guilty, but not enough to change her feelings on the topic.

Mrs. Gardiner was very kind and only discussed their visitors in the most general way during the afternoon. Her nieces appreciated her discretion, knowing that at home the entire visit would have been dissected as soon as the gentlemen left. Therefore, they spent the afternoon entertaining their young cousins as a thank-you to their aunt. Each sister also added to a letter to their parents letting them know of their daughters' safe arrival in London.

When Mr. Gardiner arrived home that evening he was immediately informed by his second daughter that Jane and Lizzy had visitors that day. Mr. Gardiner was amused by the swiftness of the gentlemen's arrival. He decided not to question the others while the children remained and so heard a great deal about the men without ever seeming to be interested in the topic. He fooled his children but not his wife or nieces.

After the children had retired for the night he sat alone with his wife in the sitting room. He then asked and was given his wife's version of the visit. "Mr. Bingley is a most pleasant young man. He is already well on the way to being in love with our Jane." Here the couple exchanged smiles, remembering their own first meetings. "Jane seems very pleased with him, but she is worried about the consequences of their foolish adventure. She will settle down in a week or two when it becomes obvious that it's been keep quiet."

"A man that actually may touch Jane's feelings? How wonderful!" was Mr. Gardiner's interjection. He knew his niece was unlikely to give her heart unwisely and so was very pleased and ready to like Bingley when he met the young man.

"Mr. Darcy is a harder to read. He was very polite, but hard to involve in conversation. He observes a great deal I think. His eyes most often rested on Lizzy. She did not seem to be herself. I cannot lay my finger on it, but she seemed a little off today. I realize a little of it is worry about gossip starting. Lizzy is usually too sensible to worry about what MAY be, so it cannot be only that. I think she likes Mr. Darcy a little. I recognized the name and family immediately. Imagine - he is from Derbyshire! His home is not 5 miles away from my hometown of Lambton. We talked for a little about Derbyshire. He is a well-spoken gentleman. He father was well-known for his generosity and honesty."

Mr. Gardiner considered what his wife had revealed. They discussed it a little longer before deciding to leave things alone for now. It would be best, in their judgement, to let things develop without interference. There was no point in writing Edward (Mr. Bennet) until they had a better idea if the young men were serious. The planned dinner would provide both with an opportunity to observe, and give Mr. Gardiner a chance to get to know Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy.

The next couple of days at the Gardiner household were quiet. Jane and Lizzy kept their aunt and uncle company, played with their cousins and discussed the entire Collins affair quietly with one another and their aunt. Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley were seldom alluded to, although there were often thought of.

"Quiet" was not the word to describe the Bingley town home. Mr. Bingley had discovered (through his agent) that there was a very desirable property in Hertfordshire he could lease. Bingley received full information and discovered it was practically next door to the Bennet home. At that point, Bingley wanted to go look at the property IMMEDIATELY. His sisters were baffled. They still knew nothing about the Bennets, but their brother's unfailing cheerfulness put them on guard. His obsession with Hertfordshire was remarkable. Only the fact that he would miss the dinner at the Gardiner's stopped Bingley from leaving immediately. Well, that and Darcy, who reminded him that the property was not likely to disappear in two days.

Miss Bingley had inquired about the Gardiners when she found out that her brother would be going to their house for dinner. Finding out that Darcy was accompanying Bingley rose the Gardiners in her estimation, until she found out they were not fashionable people. She spent the next couple of days trying to discover how her brother knew them, when they became such great friends that he was going to dinner, and why she had not been invited. The only thing that kept Bingley from telling his sisters all about Jane Bennet was he could not figure out how to mention he met Miss Bennet. He did not like lying and was sure he could not mention her without Caroline demanding to know HOW he knew her. Caroline had discovered that the Gardeners had no daughters or sisters of inconvenient age in the house (i.e. marriageable and therefore capable of catching Mr. Dray or ruining her plans for her brother). She had decided that Mr. Gardener must be some of friend of her father's. She had long ago cut any acquaintance that linked the Bengali family to the trade that had created their wealth. Her brother's bad taste in continuing some inconvenient acquaintances drove her mad. The only reason she didn't attempt (seriously) to stop her brother from the visit was that Mr. Dray was also going. Therefore, the Gardiners could not be totally unworthy. Bingley decided to leave Caroline to draw her own conclusions. He felt it would be easier to let her think the Gardeners were old an acquaintance that he had renewed. After they had dined together, he could mention Jane Bennet. Then he could introduce her to his sisters. Charles Bingley was a man making plans!

Darcy stayed away from the Bingley household most of the time. He had his own business to attend to. He also did not feel comfortable spending time with Bingley's sisters. He found Caroline's constant attention very tiring. Her blatant attempts to flatter him were especially wearisome. Instead he wrote to Georgiana, took care of business, enjoyed himself at his club, and tried to NOT think about Miss Elizabeth. He also kept a weather eye out for any gossip relating to himself, Bingley, or a couple of young ladies from Hertfordshire.

The day of the big dinner arrived. Two letters arrived - one for Jane and one for Lizzy. The letter from their father to Elizabeth was brief and to the point. He was mildly displeased with their disappearing the way they did, but didn't blame either of them in the least.

Dear Lizzy:

I am very displeased with you and Jane. If you had asked for my leave to go to London early, I could have given you permission - and accompanied you there myself. The chaos here is typical. Mrs. Bennet's nerves are in disorder over recent news. Mr. Collins made a third attempt at proposing. He brings home that old saying about the third time being the charm. I can think of no other reason for his success. Miss Charlotte Lucas will marry Collins just before Christmas. I had thought my own younger daughters were the silliest girls in England. I now have proof that the honor does not go unchallenged.

Hope you are well. Write soon. I will get no sense in this household until your return.

Your loving Father,

Edward Bennet

Lizzy was shocked and appalled at the news of Charlotte agreeing to marry Mr. Collins. Jane tried to reconcile her with it, but Lizzy simply could not recover from it. "I can never feel the same towards her Jane! She must know she is marrying one of the stupidest men in England! I never would have thought it of her..."

"Lizzy, you must take into account differences in temperament. Perhaps our cousin is not the most intelligent man, but he is not vicious."

The two sisters discussed the situation some more, before Jane finally read her letter from their mother to Elizabeth.

Dearest Jane:

I may never speak to you or Lizzy again. Those artful Lucases are out for all they can get!!! I thought that Mr. Collins would turn to Mary after you and Lizzy turned him down. You never should have done it! You could have been Mistress of Longborne one day! I admit, I thought you could do better, but he would have done very well for Lizzy. I send no message to your sister [Jane left that part out]. You had better find a rich man while in London, for we shall all be turned out in the hedgerows to starve, I am certain!

Jane flipped through the rest of the letter and came to the conclusion.

There is talk of a militia regiment coming to lodge in Meryton. The whole town is in an uproar of anticipation. Think of the parties, the balls, the men! You must come home as soon as possible. Mrs. Long or Mrs. Lucas may get in at the richest men before us otherwise.

Your loving,

Mama

When Jane has read the last snippet, Elizabeth started laughing. "Poor mama! She can't stay angry with you for long dearest Jane. So what do you think, is it safe for us to return to Longborne yet?"

"Neither of our parents has written about the carriage. I think we should wait until it is repaired. When it is, papa can send it meet us. We do not want to risk the post again, I think."

"Certainly not! Though, you must admit Jane, it WAS fun to do something so different. You never would have met Mr. Bingley if we hadn't taken the post and stopped at the Crossroads Inn! [Jane blushed] Ah, so you blush! Young lady [Lizzy deepened her voice] do you have honorable intentions towards this young man?"

Jane blushed more and started to laugh, "Stop it Lizzy! It is a deplorable day when a gentleman cannot help a lady without all this talk and speculation."

"Too true! I will stop, but only if you quit looking all dreamy whenever Mr. Bingley's name is mentioned."

"Oh, and you don't get 'all dreamy' whenever Mr. Darcy is mentioned?" A blush and toss of the head from Lizzy proved Jane right in her suspicions. "You like Mr. Darcy just as much as I like Mr. Bingley. Don't be a hypocrite Lizzy!" They both laughed as Lizzy admitted she liked what she had seen of Mr. Darcy. Both were quick to admit it was far too soon to think of anything more than that. The talk turned back to the more serious items from their letters.

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