Prologue

Posted On Friday, 2 May 2003

Though often diverting, Lizzy's trip to Hunsford had been rather uneventful. Of course she enjoyed Charlotte's company, but she often found herself wishing there was someone else she could talk with, someone who understood her. Ever since Charlotte's engagement, Lizzy had a hard time confiding in her and couldn't enjoy the time they spent as well as she had before. It seemed like Charlotte was a completely different person now.

Lizzy missed Jane as well. Jane was in London, staying with Aunt and Uncle Gardiner. Originally, the Gardiners had planned to take Jane home after Christmas, but Mrs. Bennet became "sick" after the nerve-wracking experience of putting up with the Gardiner children. They weren't naughty children, but were very active and put her out a good deal. Jane stayed home with Mrs. Bennet and so later, on the trip to Hunsford, they stopped to drop her off in London. After perusing Jane's letters Lizzy noticed the melancholy tone that was present in almost all of them. She hadn't seen Bingley yet, and when she had called on Caroline, she couldn't stay long because Caroline and Louisa were going out. She hadn't seen Caroline since then, though Caroline had promised to call.

"Lizzy," Charlotte interrupted her thoughts, "Would you like to take a short walk? The weather is beautiful today and I don't want to waste it by staying indoors."

"Yes, I'd like that," Lizzy replied and they set off with Maria. Mr. Collins decided he'd rather wait at home in case Lady Catherine drove by.

Lizzy enjoyed the park and reproached herself for not coming out earlier. The air was sweet and fresh, and the sun was radiant; the weather was warmer than one would expect at Easter time. She was expressing her great satisfaction of the park when Mr. Collins came running towards them, shouting, "Maria, Cousin Elizabeth, Mrs. Collins! Colonel Fitzwilliam, the son of the Earl of Matlock, and Mr. Darcy are to call upon us at the parsonage!"

"When, my dear?" Charlotte asked the perspiring, breathless man, who slightly resembled a leprechaun in this scene.

"Even now! Make haste, make haste!" Maria dutifully hurried back to the house followed by Mr. Collins.

"I believe we must be grateful to you for this compliment, Lizzy. Mr. Darcy wouldn't have called upon us so quickly if you were not visiting," Charlotte mentioned to Lizzy as they continued back to the house at a leisurely pace.

"Oh no, Charlotte, you are mistaken. I am sure Mr. Darcy dislikes me as much as I do him," Lizzy replied, though unsure of why they decided to call so soon or at all. Charlotte, on the other hand, was drawing conclusions of her own.

Chapter 1

Posted On Friday, 2 May 2003

Lizzy and Charlotte hardly had time to remove their bonnets before Colonel Fitzwilliam and Mr. Darcy were introduced. Lizzy immediately noticed the contrasting behaviors of the two men. While Darcy often silently brooded, the Colonel was jovial and smiling, always attempting to be amiable, though he hardly needed to try. Lizzy found herself drawn into conversation with Colonel Fitzwilliam; his manner was very easy and friendly. He was very curious to know more about her, having heard so much from Darcy. Lizzy automatically dismissed this as criticism from Darcy and went on to openly announce the fact that they weren't the best of friends. She couldn't help jar Darcy when the Colonel announced his astonishment: "But why should you be surprised? I always believed in first impressions. Not to mention, Mr. Darcy's good opinion once lost is lost forever." At the mention of Darcy's words to her at Netherfield, he turned to her and offered a look that could be interpreted as reproach or apology, depending on the receiver. It's obvious which way Lizzy interpreted it. She concluded, "So it is a hopeless case, is it not Colonel Fitzwilliam?"

The men left shortly afterwards, with a wish from Colonel Fitzwilliam to see them (with a pointed look at Lizzy) very soon. Lizzy retired to her room with the notion of reading a book, but her mind was filled with the Colonel's visit. She liked him very much; his manner was so different from his cousin's. His cousin ... he was another story. She had thought that she was rid of him for a time when he went off to London, no doubt to drag Bingley away from her sister. "What am I thinking? I hardly know this man, and already I am judging him and accusing him of acts he may not have committed ... though, why should I give him so much credit? He has never been very civil to me and he deserves no such civility from me." It seems that her mind was full of Darcy, rather than the Colonel. She pushed that thought out of her mind and headed downstairs for luncheon. After half an hour of listening to the mouth-stuffed mumbling of Mr. Collins, Lizzy decided to take a walk through the park.

The weather was similar to the previous day, much to Lizzy's enjoyment. Her walk was quiet and peaceful until she heard a sharp snapping sound made by someone treading on a twig. She spun around to behold Darcy turning onto her path.

"Good afternoon Miss Bennet," he spoke.

Lizzy was momentarily taken aback by the note of civility in his voice, "Good afternoon, Mr. Darcy. I see the weather has put you in a fine mood."

"Yes, indeed, many factors contribute to my mood today. Do you mind if I continue with you on your walk?"

"I'd be delighted," Lizzy responded, but could not repress a look of curiosity at this man's uncharacteristic behavior.

They walked silently for a while until Darcy asked, "How long do you plan to stay with the Collins' on this visit?"

"A few weeks, I presume. I'm not sure I could bear a visit that was much longer," Lizzy responded, attempting to convey her annoyance with her cousin.

Darcy's face turned dark and he replied with a simple "I see."

Lizzy had no idea what she had said that caused him to become so tense. She tried to lighten the mood by saying, "Your cousin is a very friendly man. I'm glad I have been able to meet him. I believe I had not had such lively conversation with anyone on this visit besides with him."

This comment only caused Darcy to frown again. "I am inclined to agree with you, Miss Bennet. He is a very amiable gentleman. I am glad you take so much interest in him." The last sentence was spoken with a good amount of sarcasm, but Lizzy was at a loss to understand his meaning. For the remainder of their walk they spoke very little and parted at the end of the path to continue back on their own. Lizzy was certain she would not meet him while walking again due to this unpleasant interview.

Chapter 2

Posted On Friday, 2 May 2003

That night, the Collins' and their guests were invited to have dinner at Rosings. Although Lizzy would rather not meet with Darcy after their walk through the park, she was looking forward to speaking with Colonel Studmuff ...er ... Fitzwilliam again. She planned her attire carefully, wishing to look her best, though she didn't really know why; she had only met the Colonel once, and she certainly didn't care what Mr. Darcy thought about her. She descended the stairs as Charlotte complimented her dress and Mr. Collins looked suggestively at her. Lizzy returned his gaze with a look of disgust and he immediately turned away. They set off for Rosings and just as they arrived, Colonel Fitzwilliam was there to welcome them. He offered his arm to Elizabeth as they went into the house.

Darcy kept his eyes locked to the doorway so he could see her as she entered. He attempted to hide his look of disappointment when he noticed that she was on the arm of his cousin. "Why does he always get what I want?" Darcy thought, "Wait ... what am I thinking? I don't want Miss Bennet. How could I bare her relations if I were to become engaged to her? The thought of it is ridiculous." These thoughts didn't help him feel any better about the sudden fondness he perceived between the lady and his cousin. He was suddenly aware of her gaze upon him, and it was a curious gaze that provoked him to ask, "Miss Bennet, I remember you mentioning that you played the pianoforte. Perhaps later this evening you would be so kind as to entertain us?"

Lizzy was surprised at this sudden inquiry and was about to protest to it when the Colonel acquiesced his desire to hear her play. "I believe I shall disappoint you for my talents are quite miniscule, but if it is desired, I shall play."

"I'm sure it will be quite delightful, and you are only being modest," the Colonel replied teasingly.

"Well, Miss Elizabeth" Lady Catherine interrupted, "you will never play really well unless you practice more. Ann, you know, would have such talent if only she was of a healthy disposition. You may come and practice in Mrs. Jenkinson's room, for you will not be in the way in that part of the house."

Embarrassed by his aunt's lack of manners, Darcy stood and walked to the window as Lady Catherine continued to drone on and on about her exquisite taste and other inconsequential matters. The Colonel and Elizabeth began their own conversation.

"I am glad to have you here for dinner, Miss Bennet. I was afraid I would have very little amusement during my stay this Easter, but I believe I assumed wrongly."

Lizzy blushed and replied, "I understand how you feel and am glad to have a diversion." She glanced at Darcy, who still stood by the window, glaring at some invisible being that seemed to be mocking him; of course this could only be assumed by the look on his face. "Why does your cousin insist on being so unsocial? He spends half of his time staring out windows and ignoring people."

"He doesn't always act this way, though I've noticed a pattern when he comes to Rosings. He's lively enough in other places."

"Really? I haven't witnessed one action of his that could be considered lively. Perhaps he didn't enjoy the Hertfordshire society enough to feel comfortable."

"I believe you are incorrect for he has spoken many times about the enjoyable times he had there."

"Well, he didn't seem to be having much enjoyment when I saw him."

"I believe he can hide his feelings well when he wants to."

"Why would he have a need to hide his enjoyment though?"

By this time their voices had risen above a whisper and everyone assembled was staring at them in wonder. They blushed and discontinued the conversation. Darcy was all curiosity. He had heard his name being mentioned but did not hear much of the conversation. He wondered if what they said about him was good or bad.

A butler entered the room at this moment and announced that dinner was ready. They walked towards the dining room and Darcy found that recurring jealousy when Elizabeth took Colonel Fitzwilliam's arm.

Chapter 3

Posted On Friday, 2 May 2003

Dinner seemed to last forever. There was no need to have conversation since Lady Catherine carried it all on herself; it was no easy task to interrupt her so it was not attempted. When it did finally end, the gentleman retired to the study where they partook of some brandy and the ladies went back to the drawing room. Again, the conversation was dominated by Lady Catherine, and Lizzy simply sat and waited for the Colonel to return. It wasn't long before the gentlemen entered the room, and upon their entering, Colonel Fitzwilliam immediately asked Elizabeth to entertain them on the pianoforte. She readily consented and Colonel Fitzwilliam sat beside her to turn the pages.

Darcy didn't know whether it was magnetism, curiosity, or jealousy that drew him towards the piano as she sang with the most heartfelt, lovely voice he had ever heard before. Charlotte almost laughed out loud at the emotion-filled gazes on both men's faces as they watched Lizzy play and sing. "Lizzy doesn't even have a clue as to the effect she has on those two," Charlotte thought, "Poor Mr. Darcy doesn't seem to have much of a chance though, despite his fortune."

Darcy drew closer and closer to Lizzy, causing her to falter slightly under his scrutiny. "Do you mean to frighten me, Mr. Darcy, by coming in all this state to hear me play? But I will not be alarmed," she said with a glance at the Colonel, "My courage always rises with every attempt to intimidate me, which you seem to enjoy since you endeavor to do it so often."

"I shall not say you are mistaken," he replied and waited for her shocked expression before continuing, "because you cannot really believe me to entertain any design of alarming you. I know that you find great enjoyment in often expressing opinions that are not your own."

Lizzy laughed, enjoying their play on words and spoke to Colonel Fitzwilliam, "Your cousin would teach you not to believe a word I say. I am unlucky in meeting with a person so well able to expose my real character, in a part of the world where I had hoped to pass myself off with some degree of credit. It is ungenerous of him, is it not Colonel Fitzwilliam?"

"It is indeed, Darcy!"

"Impolitic too for it provokes me to retaliate, and such things may come out as will shock your relations to hear," she teased, raising an eyebrow.

"I am not afraid of you," Darcy said, simply smiling.

"Pray, let me hear what you have to accuse him of," cried Colonel Fitzwilliam. "I should dearly like to know how he behaves among strangers!"

"The first time I ever met Mr. Darcy was at a ball where he danced only four dances, although gentlemen were scarce, and more than one lady was sitting in want of a partner. I believe he even found it beneath his notice to dance with a certain lady that I recall. What were his words again?" The Colonel stopped laughing, noticing the pained expression on his cousin's face. Lizzy, however, did not notice and continued, "'She is tolerable, I suppose, but not..."

At this point Darcy had stalked out of the room leaving the inhabitants of it silent, with mouths agape. Lizzy whispered to the Colonel, "Oh ... I didn't realize ... I didn't mean..."

"Do not distress yourself, I'll go and make sure everything is alright," the Colonel said before he hurried after Darcy.

In order to relieve some of Lizzy's embarrassment, Charlotte asked Lady Catherine a question in order to start up another conversation. Lizzy was distraught. She didn't have a real reason to be; Mr. Darcy deserved to hear every word she said. Besides, he had never been civil to her...until now. They were getting on so well until she opened her big mouth. She hated it when she went too far. She hoped that he would forgive her, but then asked herself why it mattered so much.

Chapter 4

Posted On Friday, 2 May 2003

"Excuse me," Lizzy interrupted the conversation between Mr. Collins and Lady Catherine, "Would you mind so much if Charlotte and I took a turn in the garden? It is a warm and clear night, and I would like to take advantage of it." Lizzy's main purpose was to find Mr. Darcy and apologize for her rude behavior. Charlotte understood her scheme and looked to Lady Catherine for permission.

"Yes of course you may go, but do not stay out long for there is still a chill in the air," Lady Catherine replied.

"Thank you, Lady Catherine," Charlotte said as they left the room and exited the house.

As soon as they were a short distance from the house, Lizzy said, "Oh Charlotte, I am so ashamed of myself. I do not understand what made me say those things to Mr. Darcy. He just provokes me sometimes, and lately he seems more sensitive to my teasing. I still greatly dislike him, but he did not truly deserve..."

"Lizzy, it is alright. I am sure he will forgive you," Charlotte replied just as they spotted Colonel Fitzwilliam. He noticed them and walked over.

"Have you found Mr. Darcy?" Lizzy asked him.

"No, I have not. I am sure he is out here somewhere because I could not find him anywhere in the house," the Colonel said, while his eyes searched the grounds under a darkening sky.

A snapping twig alerted the trio of someone walking nearby. The Colonel started towards the noise but Lizzy stopped him by seizing his arm. "Please, let me talk to him." The Colonel nodded and Lizzy went searching for Mr. Darcy. It took her less than a minute to find him pacing by a row of tall bushes which had obscured their view of him earlier.

"Mr. Darcy," Lizzy whispered. Mr. Darcy stopped pacing and turned to her. She stepped closer and continued, "Mr. Darcy please forgive me for my deplorable behavior this evening. I do not know what is wrong with me. I didn't mean to..."

"Miss Bennet, it is perfectly alright," Mr. Darcy answered though his voice betrayed his wish to be away from her.

"Really? My behavior does not bother you then?" Lizzy asked, getting annoyed with how difficult he was being. After all, she did apologize!

"No," he answered sharply.

"Then you do not mind me relating how irritating you are? How your selfish disdain for the feelings of others is so disturbing?" Lizzy stated angrily.

Darcy looked at her, startled at her change in demeanor. "I do not have the pleasure of understanding the grounds of your accusation, Miss Bennet. Who have I wronged so reprehensibly?"

Lizzy scoffed, "As if you did not know! Well I certainly will not be the one to remind you. Have a good evening, Mr. Darcy." Elizabeth's voice was dripping with sarcasm. She turned from him and fled in the opposite direction.

Darcy simply stood there, baffled at the turn of events. At first he had been angry with himself for his foolish conduct at the Meryton ball when he had spurned Miss Elizabeth Bennet. He was not truly hurt by the harshness of her words, but desired to remove himself from her presence until he could present himself with better manners. He knew that with his temper, he could not predict what he would say to her, had he remained in the room. He was even more embarrassed when she apologized; it was not her fault and he scolded himself again to have let her believe it was. His irritated tone had then led her to believe that he would not accept her apology. He had surely ruined things again. No wonder she despised him. Yet, he was still unhurt by her words. He was more intrigued than anything else, and as he walked back the house, he thought that he actually looked forward to having more heated conversations with her in the near future.

Chapter 5

Posted On Friday, 2 May 2003

Lizzy stalked back to the house, extremely aggravated by the presumptuous, infuriating man she had just conversed with. What ever made me think that he was capable of doing anything kind? I despise that man!

Colonel Fitzwilliam saw the look on her face and rushed to her as she passed him and Charlotte. "Miss Bennet, are you alright? What happened?"

"I am sorry to have to say this to you, but your cousin ... well, he ... ugh! He is just so irritating! He would not even accept my apology," Lizzy fumed.

"You must be mistaken, Miss Bennet. I have never known him to be so rude. Let me speak to him, I am sure this is all a misunderstanding," Colonel Fitzwilliam attempted to soothe her.

"Be my guest, but I doubt anything you can say to him will make him change my opinion of him."

"I believe you underestimate my talents of persuasion, Miss Bennet," the Colonel teased.

"I hope so," Lizzy smiled back, "but I believe I should go back to the parsonage and get some rest. Would that be alright with you Charlotte?"

"Of course, Lizzy. In fact, I was hoping to depart soon. Let us take our leave," Charlotte acquiesced.

The three of them walked back to the house and took their leave of Lady Catherine. She called for a carriage as they readied themselves to return to the parsonage. As they were leaving, Darcy was just entering the house. Lizzy shot him a glare and then followed Charlotte outside.

"Is that Darcy? Where have you been? Have him come in and explain," Lady Catherine declared.

"Allow him a moment please, Aunt," the Colonel called back and then spoke lower to Darcy, "I must speak with you Darcy. Would you mind meeting me in the library after you've spoken with Aunt Catherine?"

"Of course," Darcy replied, though he was not at all looking forward to the conversation they were about to have. After explaining that his need for fresh air was the cause of his disappearance, he went straight to the library where he found Colonel Fitzwilliam pacing the room in a very agitated manner. "Is there something wrong, cousin?" Darcy asked quietly, unsure about why the Colonel was acting so differently.

"Is something wrong? Of course there is! Do you not remember the way you treated poor Miss Bennet not fifteen minutes ago? You should be ashamed of yourself!" Colonel Fitzwilliam accused, trying not to raise his voice but failing miserably in his attempts.

"I admit that I did act fairly rudely, but, to be honest, I do not think she was any better behaved than I was," Darcy replied.

"Darcy, you sound like a child. Where do you get the scruples to insult this lady, and then refuse to accept her apology when she was not even to blame? Very ungentlemanly, if I do say so myself."

Darcy scoffed, "So I see you have spoken to the lady and trust her words better than those of your own cousin." Darcy noticed the Colonel blushing, which was a rare occurrence indeed, even though he turned away to hide it.

"Then why do you not tell me your own version. I am all anticipation," Colonel Fitzwilliam declared, still facing the opposite direction.

Darcy sighed and began, "She was speaking the truth about my ridiculing her beauty. The woman she spoke of was herself. I'm sure you can imagine my embarrassment; I had not realized that she had overheard me. At that time, I did not pay enough attention to her to enable me to say anything pleasing about her. After what she said, I needed some fresh air, and I was still in a foul mood when she came to apologize. She recognized my angry tone and believed I was angry with her. She practically told me she despised me because of my 'selfish disdain for the feelings of others.' She would not clarify herself and left me. This is my honest account, cousin, and I hope you will believe me to be less of a villain than you did before."

The Colonel faced Darcy and replied, "I still believe you were very rude to her, and she did not deserve it."

"I agree with you. But why do you take such an interest now? You rarely reprehend me on my behavior. And why are you suddenly defending Miss Bennet?"

Before thinking about his next words, Colonel Fitzwilliam yelled, "Because I'm in love with her, Darcy!"

Chapter 6

Posted On Friday, 2 May 2003

Darcy stared at his cousin, unable to say a word. Finally composing himself, he agitatedly responded, "You what?"

"It's true Darcy, though I did not realize it until now. I greatly admired her when I first met her and I've grown to love her."

"But you just met her this morning!" Darcy declared.

"Yes, but why should that matter? For some people it takes years to fall in love. For others, I suppose it only takes hours."

"But..." Darcy scraped his mind to come up with another objection. Aha! "Now cousin, look at your station in life. You are the second son of an earl, which means you do not have the luxury of marrying for love. You must marry someone with a substantial amount of money, which Miss Bennet obviously does not have. You are being irrational!"

"No, Darcy, you are being irrational! If I love this woman, what do I care about the money she has?"

"If you were to marry Miss Bennet, you would not be able to live comfortably. Her parents would most likely refuse their consent, and everyone would look down upon you. And look at her connections. Would you want to be associated with such a family? Not to mention the fact that she may not even love you."

"Your objections for her lack of money do not dissuade me. As long as we love each other, there is nothing else I could desire. I am not marrying her family, I am marrying her. Her family does not bother me in the least."

"That is because you have never met them. Trust me, they are horrible."

"You do not have much tolerance. Besides, I do not intend on proposing right away. I want to get to know her, and I will decide what time is best. You do not mind if we stay at Rosings a little longer than planned if necessary, do you?"

Darcy groaned and could not think of another objection, so he replied, "I do not believe you are actually going to do this. You will not receive any help from me on this subject, but you may stay as long as you like."

Colonel Fitzwilliam beamed, "Thank you Darcy, I owe you one." The Colonel left the room and walked towards his bedchambers, deciding it was best to get a good night's sleep.

Darcy paced the room. He was angry and dumbfounded. He knew he had to do something; he could not let him marry her. Despite his objections to her connections and lack of money, he could not even imagine the two of them together. It practically made him nauseous. She needed someone who would respect her for all her merits, not someone that was simply infatuated with her charm. She was charming, no doubt, but she was also very intelligent, humorous, witty, unique, and mysterious. Wait, what do I care about her merits? The situation she is in puts her on a completely different level than I am. I am not the one that is in love with her ... This thought seemed like a contradiction at first, but Darcy reassured himself that he was not in love with her. Then why do I have to keep reassuring myself? He knew that he could not prevent his cousin from marrying her while wanting to marry her at the same time. Of course I can, my situation is entirely different from his! He paused. Wait, so now I want to marry her? Darcy groaned. The brandy he had been drinking was giving him a headache. He decided to go to bed and get some rest. Perhaps in the morning he could sort out his thoughts.

Chapter 7

Posted On Friday, 2 May 2003

Lizzy awoke from an almost restless night; she had been tossing and turning, dreaming astoundingly pleasant dreams about Mr. Darcy as well as nightmares in which her anger towards him inflamed her. There were a few agreeable dreams of Colonel Fitzwilliam mixed in as well, but she could not remember them in detail. There was one dream, however, including both men that she remembered quite vividly. She was walking through Rosings Park feeling extremely calm and peaceful. She soon found herself near the entrance of a labyrinth and her curiosity was heightened, though she was afraid of getting lost within. Suddenly, Colonel Fitzwilliam appeared and escorted her through the maze. They talked and laughed happily until they neared the center of the maze, for Lizzy felt an impending sense of dread. She became aware that the Colonel was no longer with her, but she could hear him calling her name. She followed the sound of his voice until she came to a dead end where she found Mr. Darcy smiling triumphantly at her. His attitude enraged her, and she hurried away but often found herself at another impasse. Mr. Darcy was always there, staring at her with that enigmatic smile. She became so incensed that she woke up, breathing heavily, dripping in a cold sweat.

She decided that taking a walk after breakfast might lift her spirits. As she was stepping out the door, a servant called her and notified her that she had received a letter in the post as he handed it to her. Lizzy thanked him and concealed the letter in a pocket, intending to find a shady place to sit and read the missive from Jane. After walking for about five minutes, Lizzy found a large tree, which would provide a comfortable shelter for her to read. She opened the letter and read:

Dear Lizzy,

I hope that you are enjoying yourself in Hunsford. I received your letter and was greatly entertained by your description of Lady Catherine de Bourgh, her daughter, and Colonel Fitzwilliam (whom you mentioned often, which leaves me suspicious). I hope that you do not provoke Mr. Darcy too much during your stay, no matter how much you proclaim that you dislike him. I am getting on well. To my surprise, Caroline Bingley called at Gracechurch Street today, but her attitude towards me and her obvious dislike of being there lead me to believe that I have been entirely deceived in Miss Bingley's regard for me. I do not understand her reasons for wanting to be intimate with me in the first place, but it hardly matters now. If she has any anxiety for her brother now, it is ill-founded, for if he at all cared about me, we would have met long before now. Yet, still I have not seen him in London, and I am convinced it is likely that I will never see him again. I will make all efforts to forget him and be happy again. Do not worry about me, Lizzy. Aunt and Uncle Gardiner send their love and I hope to hear from you again soon.

Yours, etc.
Jane

"Miss Bennet!" Colonel Fitzwilliam called, just as Lizzy finished reading the letter.

Immediately afraid of being again surprised by Mr. Darcy, Lizzy put away her letter immediately and glanced up. She sighed, relieved that it was the Colonel walking towards her and not that abominable Mr. Darcy. "Colonel Fitzwilliam! I did not know you walked this way."

"Actually I am taking my annual tour of the park," the Colonel remarked as he approached her. "I was about to turn to make call at the parsonage. Would you care to join me?" he asked almost pleadingly.

Lizzy replied in the affirmative, and they walked toward the parsonage together. "Do you certainly leave Kent on Saturday?" Lizzy asked, sounding a little disappointed.

"Actually ... we have decided to stay a bit longer ... for ... because neither I nor Darcy are very busy at this time ... and have enjoyed this visit more than previous ones."

Lizzy wondered why it seemed so hard for him to answer such a simple question and became curious. "What makes this visit more enjoyable, Colonel?"

"Uh ... well..." Colonel Fitzwilliam faltered and then noticed something that caused him to smile and whisper to Lizzy, "Shh. Look, over by those trees."

Lizzy looked to where he was pointing and saw a family of deer. She smiled at the Colonel's lucky break, but did not continue with the same subject they had been speaking of. "They are very pretty deer, but I believe I am not as favorably inclined to them. I see many of them at Longbourn eating all the fruit from our trees."

The Colonel laughed, scaring away the deer. They watched as the deer scampered into the woods and then continued walking. In order to get his revenge on Lizzy for her subtle teasing, he asked, "So, what did that letter say that you were so desperate to hide from me?"

Lizzy realized his friendly attempt to ruffle her, but she answered simply, "It was a letter from my sister, Jane, about her visit with Caroline Bingley." Lizzy could not help speaking the name with a wince.

The Colonel chuckled and replied, "So I see you do not like Miss Bingley very well."

"You are correct on that account, Colonel. Have you met her?"

"I have. Her brother is a pleasant, gentlemanlike man - he is a great friend of Darcy's."

"Yes, Mr. Darcy is uncommonly kind to Mr. Bingley, and takes a prodigious deal of care of him."

"I believe you're right. In fact, I have been lead to believe that Mr. Bingley is very much indebted to him. Though, it is only conjecture. I cannot be sure it is Mr. Bingley that he meant."

What other friends does Mr. Darcy have? Lizzy thought. "What is it you mean?"

"I doubt Darcy would wish it to be generally known, especially if it got around to the lady's family."

Lizzy paled slightly but pressed him, "You may depend on my not mentioning it."

Colonel Fitzwilliam hesitated briefly, then began, "What he told me was simply that he congratulated himself on having lately saved a friend from a most imprudent marriage."

"Did Mr. Darcy give his reasons for this interference?"

"I understood that there were some very strong objections against the lady."

Lizzy turned away, not sure if she wanted to cry or slap someone.

"Miss Bennet, are you alright?"

Lizzy looked up, still facing away from the Colonel, and noticed a figure coming up the hill. She heard the voice yell, "Fitzwilliam" and she was sure it was the last person she wanted to see. She let out an agitated sigh and turned back to the Colonel, not caring if he saw the irritated look on her face. He did and repeated his query to her, ignoring his cousin's cries to get his attention. She again failed to answer before Darcy reached the pair.

"Fitzwilliam, there is an express for you that has just come. It is from your superior and is likely to be most urgent. I suggest that you hurry back. I will escort Miss Bennet back to the parsonage."

Lizzy glared at Darcy and then gave the Colonel an encouraging look, pleading him to return to Rosings.

"I apologize for having to cut our walk short, Miss Bennet. Though, I hope you, Miss Lucas, and the Collins' would join us for tea at Rosings this afternoon."

"You can expect us, Colonel Fitzwilliam," Lizzy forced a smile.

The Colonel returned the smile and hurried toward Rosings.

Chapter 8

Posted On Friday, 2 May 2003

Darcy immediately looked to Lizzy and asked, "Miss Bennet, you look pale. Are you in health?"

"Yes, I just have a sudden headache. I should be fine within minutes."

Darcy offered his arm to her, but she hastily declined, "Your presence is quite unnecessary, Mr. Darcy. I believe I can make it well enough on my own. Good day." Lizzy began walking back to the parsonage.

"Miss Bennet, I am unwilling to allow you to walk by yourself. It is imprudent and should not be attempted with your headache. Please allow me to escort you."

Lizzy stopped walking turned to him to declare, "I do not need your help, Mr. Darcy. Good day." She turned again and walked a little faster, hoping he would get the point.

Darcy shrugged and followed about ten feet behind her. Lizzy looked back and offered him an incredulous look. "You are being quite immature about this," she cried, without slowing or turning to him.

"And you are being quite stubborn," he called back.

You want stubborn? She thought. She picked up her skirt and started to run.

Darcy was stunned, but also started running. He remained at a ten foot distance behind her, even though he could catch up if he wanted to.

From the upstairs bedroom window at Rosings, Lady Catherine strained to make out the two figures running across the field. Colonel Fitzwilliam and Charlotte viewed the same sight and were shocked to find Mr. Darcy chasing Elizabeth Bennet towards the parsonage. When Lizzy reached the house, she turned, fully expecting Mr. Darcy to be shuffling back to Rosings on the other side of the field. She was shocked to find that he was right behind her.

"What do you think you are doing?" she yelled.

"Escorting you," Darcy replied with a smile. He was greatly amused by her actions and truly enjoyed chasing her through the park. His smile immediately reminded her of her dream and provoked her to a greater degree.

"Well, thank you for caring," Lizzy sarcastically remarked, "but I think you tend to take too much care for people. Or better yet, you tend to influence those who are highly impressionable, and it does not always work in your favor or theirs."

Darcy could tell that they were no longer speaking about his concern for her health. "And you, Miss Bennet, tend to be vague while describing my faults. This time, would you be so kind as to elaborate on the harmful influence I have on others?"

"You, Mr. Darcy, tend to act as if you do not understand my accusations. You can be at no loss to recall your influence on a close friend recently. This friend, I believe, had a great admiration for a certain lady, but upon your command, gave her up entirely. This lady's heart is broken, thanks to you. Are you beginning to recall now?" Lizzy berated him.

Darcy immediately understood and wondered how she came upon this knowledge. He attempted not to get angry as he responded, "In fact, I acutely remember the occurrence you have described. I do not wish to deny that I did everything in my power to separate the two, and I rejoice in my success."

Elizabeth stared at him, aghast at the unfeeling selfishness of the man before her. She almost slapped him. Almost. "You are saying that you have involved them both in misery of the acutest kind and that you have no reason to regret it?"

"Why should I regret it? Considering that after scrutinizing the lady's behavior, I was convinced that she did not invite my friend's attentions by any participation of sentiment. That I was desirous of believing her indifferent is certain given the situation and behavior of her family, but my decisions are not usually influenced by my hopes; I believed it on impartial conviction. All of this led me to preserve my friend from what I esteemed a most unhappy connection."

So, she slapped him.

Chapter 9

Posted On Friday, 2 May 2003

Lizzy almost automatically regretted slapping him, but forced herself to run inside the house without looking back at a bewildered, and somewhat disturbed Darcy. Meanwhile, at Rosings, Colonel Fitzwilliam had seen Darcy chasing Lizzy through the park. It registered in his mind, and he was a bit confused, but he did not have the presence of mind to dwell on it. His thoughts were already focused on the lady that swiftly hurried towards the parsonage, with hair coming undone and cheeks flushed to a becoming pink shade. When she and Darcy disappeared from his sight, the Colonel turned from the bedroom window and began pacing. His suitcases were only half packed, and his mind was far from the journey he would be forced to make that afternoon. The express that had come from him was from General Crimshaw. It was an order for him to return to _______, though the General did not explain why; he only said it was urgent. The Colonel knew he could not leave without coming to some sort of understanding with Elizabeth Bennet. He had no idea when he would see her again. He knew he loved her, and he thought ... though he should not make assumptions as to her feelings. He could only hope they were favorable.

The Colonel paused as he heard loud thumps rising up the staircase. He opened his door and Darcy stalked into the room.

"Will you not come in?" the Colonel asked sarcastically as he turned towards the brooding figure at his window.

"I do not understand that woman," Darcy growled.

"Who are you speaking of, Darcy?" Colonel Fitzwilliam asked, puzzled.

"Miss Bennet!" Darcy replied, turning to his cousin.

"Good Lord, Darcy," the Colonel cried, for the first time viewing his cousin's beet red cheek. "What did she do to you?"

"She slapped me!"

"I see! You might want to put some ice on that, and soon. I am sure you will want to look nice for tea."

Darcy scoffed. "I am not going to tea! I would be too afraid she would 'accidentally' spill her tea on me, or do something else to harm me."

The Colonel laughed heartily, "You are exaggerating a bit much, cousin. You need to get over your dislike for her and act like the mature gentleman that I know is in you somewhere."

"I do not dislike her. In fact I greatly respect her."

The Colonel furrowed his brows. "Then why did you have so many objections to her when I told you my feelings for her?"

"I do not have any objections against her. I do have objections against you marrying her."

"Alright, we do not have to have this conversation again. I do not want to exasperate you any more than you are already. Perhaps I was mistaken, but from the way you spoke of her, I assumed that you were not disposed to like her or even respect her very much at all."

Darcy did not reply, but simply stared out the window.

The Colonel paused, and then asked, "Why did she slap you?"

"I believe I have you to thank for it, actually," Darcy responded, having assumed that the only way her attitude could have changed so drastically in so short a time was if she heard about Jane and Bingley through his cousin.

"You fought about me?" Colonel Fitzwilliam asked, startled.

"No," Darcy replied, rolling his eyes. "Did you tell her about my interference in Bingley's marriage plans?"

"Yes, in fact, I did, but only a few particulars of it."

"Well, believe it or not, the lady that Bingley was so enamored with is Miss Bennet's sister."

"Oh, I see. I apologize, Darcy, but why should she be so furious with you?"

Darcy rolled his eyes again. His cousin was not the most perceptive man he knew. "It seems that Miss Elizabeth Bennet's sister was also in love with Bingley. The reason I interfered was because I did not believe that she truly had affection for him."

"I see," the Colonel replied simply.

For the first time since his entering the room, Darcy scanned his surroundings and noticed the disarray in which the room was. There were suitcases and clothes thrown about, drawers emptied, and possessions disorganized. "Are you planning on going somewhere, cousin, or are you in extreme confusion about what to wear to tea this afternoon?"

"Both, actually. The express that came for me was a command to return to ________ on urgent business. I will be forced to depart soon after tea this afternoon."

"You're leaving? Wonderful! That gives me an excuse to do so as well. I do not look forward to witnessing the wrath of one Miss Elizabeth Bennet, especially if she turns on me again. But I would certainly be unable to leave so soon," Darcy paused. "I have an idea. Leave your belongings for your valet to pack for you. I will pack my own and leave tomorrow morning. I assume you will stop in London for the night?"

"Yes, I believe I shall."

"Good. You might as well stay at my townhouse. I will bring your belongings with me, so you will have them for your journey in the late morning. Is that convenient?"

"Yes, quite. Are you sure you do not mind me staying at your townhouse? I can just as easily stay at an inn."

"No, no, it is quite alright."

"Thank you," the Colonel said.

"You're welcome. Now get ready for tea, and try to pick up some of this mess so your valet does not die of shock."

"Yes, sir," the Colonel replied with a mock salute.

Darcy then left the room.

Chapter 10

Posted On Friday, 2 May 2003

Lizzy sat on the bed in her borrowed bedroom, rereading Jane's letters, all the while fuming at the insolence of that man. She could hardly think of his name without cringing. Mr. Darcy; it even sounded evil. And although her anger for the man practically consumed her, she felt a little guilty. She actually slapped him! She had never slapped anyone before. At first, she felt a wonderful sense of control and power as her hand roughly hit his cheek. But soon afterwards, she felt a keen sense of regret; she was fairly ashamed at herself for having acted so immaturely. He had once said he could not vouch for his temper, that it could be considered resentful, when she had just proven her own temper to be quite uncontrollable and easily censured.

She pushed these unnerving thoughts to the back of her mind as she readied herself to go to Rosings for tea. She was not at all looking forward to the event, but she had told the Colonel that she would go. Not even the prospect of spending time with him could boost her spirits enough to anticipate the event. She heard Charlotte calling her, so she hurried downstairs to join the party.

Later, as they entered Rosings...

Lizzy's eyes immediately settled on Darcy's figure, which was facing a far window. He turned and saw her, offering a pained look, and then turned back to the window again. Lizzy gave a quiet huff and turned to the rest of the room. Colonel Fitzwilliam was smiling at her, but there was something sorrowful in his expression that puzzled Elizabeth. She hoped to get a chance to talk with him in order to discover what was wrong.

Lady Catherine instructed them to sit together on one of the few small settees in the room to allow close conversation. This idea was practically useless since Lady Catherine took it upon herself to dominate the conversation, leaving little room for anyone to participate. Most of the party stopped listening after the first few minutes.

"...For as I have often said to Mrs. Garble, one can never be too careful when planning their daughter's coming-out ball. My advice was greatly appreciated, and she soon decided..." Lady Catherine droned on.

"Excuse me, Aunt, but would you mind very much if we took a short walk?" Colonel Fitzwilliam asked.

Lady Catherine, looking a bit flustered after being interrupted, "Well, it must certainly be a very short walk, for as you know, you still have duties to perform here before you..."

"Yes, I understand," the Colonel replied hastily, wanting to be the one to tell Miss Bennet of his departure this afternoon. "Is there anyone who would enjoy a walk presently?"

Lizzy was the only one to answer affirmatively. The others were not ready to go for a walk, having just come from the parsonage. Darcy did not even respond to his cousin's question, so it was assumed that he had no wish to take a walk either.

After the Colonel and Elizabeth had gone so far as to be out of sight from the house, the Colonel stopped walking and turned to Elizabeth. "Miss Bennet, there is something I wish to tell you."

Elizabeth assumed that this had to do with the Colonel's puzzling behavior and nodded for him to continue.

"Firstly, you should know that I am to leave Rosings within the hour. I do not expect to come back anytime soon. I have been commanded to return to ______ on urgent, confidential business. I am sorry for having to leave so hastily, but I wanted to have a moment to say goodbye."

Lizzy was hardly surprised that her day kept getting worse. "Colonel Fitzwilliam, I am quite sorry as well. I am sure we will meet again, hopefully in the near future. Though I was hoping to enjoy your company for some time longer. You have proved to be a very amiable friend," Lizzy responded with a smile, though her mood was not improving in the least.

The Colonel frowned and replied, "Yes, well ... I was hoping that ... perhaps ... you might think of me as ... something different than a friend."

Lizzy's heart began to beat at a much faster rate as she said, "What do you mean?"

The Colonel took a deep breath, took a step closer to Lizzy, and began, "Miss Bennet, Elizabeth, what I mean is..."

"Fitzwilliam!" yelled Darcy who was approaching their path.

The Colonel stepped away from Lizzy and angrily replied, "What do you want Darcy?"

Ignoring his cousin's glare, he announced, "Your carriage is waiting, and I suggest you hurry if you want to make it to London before sunset." Darcy breathed a sigh of relief as he realized what he had just interrupted. He had been extremely lucky in his timing, and he hoped that his cousin would not oppose leaving immediately. Darcy could not think of any other way to separate his cousin and Miss Bennet if that happened.

The Colonel sighed agitatedly and looked into Elizabeth's eyes. He felt a small amount of hope from the gaze he received from her, but he did not have time to continue with what he had planned. This would have to wait for some other time.

He took Elizabeth's hand and kissed it, and then said, "Miss Bennet, it has been more than a pleasure making your acquaintance. I hope to meet with you again very soon."

Elizabeth blushed and could only nod in response. The Colonel hurried towards Rosings and looked back only once at Elizabeth, who was desperately hoping that they would indeed meet again soon.

Chapter 11

Posted On Friday, 2 May 2003

As Elizabeth intently watched the Colonel's retreating form, Darcy eyes became fixed, unknowingly, on her. She soon became aware of his gaze and stiffened. She sent him a warning glance and walked past him, towards Rosings. Darcy sighed, unwilling to play the "run and chase" game they had participated in earlier that day. He was fully aware of the results and did not want them repeated. He did venture to say, however, "Why do insist on avoiding me?"

Lizzy paused and responded, only slightly turning her head in his direction, "I have nothing to say to you, Mr. Darcy. Is there something you expected me to say? By all means, if there was, let me know it so I may speak the words at once."

"Pray, do not mock me, Miss Bennet," Darcy said in a hushed voice, almost too soft for her to hear. He searched his mind for something to say that would not offend her. "I only wish we could be more comfortable with each other."

Lizzy pounced on these seemingly innocent words, "And how can this be so if --" she stopped herself before saying something she might regret. "Perhaps..." she attempted again, fully turning to him, "if you were not who you are, and I was not who I am, that sort of ease would be possible."

Darcy's face darkened, "You do not even attempt it then. I might wonder why, with so little effort of civility, you have rejected such a request."

"You cannot pretend to be ignorant of the fact that I have every reason to think ill of you," Lizzy forcefully countered.

"Pray, give me leave to say, that, though you state there are many, I only know of one reason, and it is not a very sensible one."

"You believe that ruining the happiness of a most beloved sister gives me no reason to dislike you. Believe it to be so then. Though long before this, my feelings about you were decided when I heard Mr. Wickham's story..."

"You take an eager interest in that gentleman's concerns!"

"Who that knows what his misfortunes have been can help taking interest in him?"

"His misfortunes! Yes, his misfortunes have been great indeed!"

"And your infliction! You have reduced him to his present state of poverty and you treat to his misfortunes with contempt and ridicule!"

Darcy paused, and replied in a shocked state and loud voice, "So this is your opinion of me. By this account, my faults have been great indeed. Although, may I suggest that the next time you accuse someone of crimes as grievous as these, you become better acquainted with the facts you are using to argue your point?"

Elizabeth remained silent as Mr. Darcy paused. Both parties were hurt by the words spoken, as was their pride. There was nothing left to say that could be said without inflicting more pain except for, "Please forgive me for taking up your time, madam."

With that, Darcy strode towards Rosings, and Elizabeth lowered herself onto a large rock nearby, for her tears had already begun to shine in her eyes. Both needed time to contemplate the words of the other and be ashamed of the words they uttered themselves.

Chapter 12

Posted On Friday, 2 May 2003

Elizabeth wiped at her face with the back of her hand. Her eyes were now stinging from the tears she had shed, and she promised herself she would cry no more. Elizabeth hated crying because she believed it was a weakness. Unfortunately, she was more sensitive than she wanted to be, and she found that Mr. Darcy's words struck her more severely than she ever believed they could. She was positive that she hated him, but she was, again, ashamed of herself for being so rude to him. She quickly decided that she would ask Charlotte to give her leave to go to London to visit the Gardiners and Jane, with the pretense that she had promised them a visit. She had been at Hunsford for almost a month and was afraid she could not stand staying for more than a few days. With her plan firmly constructed, she made her way back to the parsonage.

"Oh dear! Lizzy, you look very pale," Charlotte commented as Lizzy entered the house. "Are you feeling sick?"

"No, but I believe I do need some rest. But first, I wanted to ask you something," Lizzy replied.

"Of course, what is it?"

"I have promised my Aunt and Uncle Gardiner a visit in London, and since Jane is there, I thought it would be a good idea if I went within a few days. Would you mind my leaving you?"

"Oh ... well, I would like you to stay longer. But you must miss your sister and the Gardiners. I am sure it would be no problem for my father to get Maria when he returns from town."

"Oh, that would be wonderful. Thank you so much, Charlotte," Lizzy responded with a hug. She started towards the stairs to go up to her room, then turned to ask, "How early can I leave?"

Charlotte recognized Lizzy's urgency and doubted it had much to do with seeing her relations in London... perhaps due to a certain man staying at Rosings... "I believe we will be able to set you off on the post as soon as tomorrow if you'd like. That is, if you feel up to it."

"That would be perfect," Lizzy replied with a smile and then went up to her room.

Lizzy spent the afternoon packing her belongings before eating dinner. Afterwards, she had meant to send an express to her aunt about her arrival the following day, but she was extremely tired and drifted off to sleep before she could even pick up a pen.

The next morning she said her farewells and promised Charlotte she would write to her often. The carriage ride seemed to take very little time, as her mind was engaged in pondering the actions and words of Mr. Darcy. She knew now that she would be safe in London, away from him. Her spirits quickly arose as they entered Cheapside and, within minutes, they had stopped before her aunt and uncle's house in Gracechurch Street. She could see her cousins' faces pressed up against the front windows to discern who their visitor was. She smiled and exited the carriage as they ran out the front door to greet her. She could hear Jane calling them back until she reached to door and realized who had arrived.

"Lizzy! What a delightful surprise!" she exclaimed, hugging her sister. "Thomas and Billy, will you help with the bags?" Turning again to Lizzy she said in a low voice, "Is everything okay? You are in good health? Nothing is wrong at home, I hope."

"Everything is fine," Lizzy assured her sister, "I just felt the need to escape the Collins' residence. I have not kept you quite up to date with events there. We must talk later."

"Of course," Jane smiled as Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner came out to see what the big commotion was.

"Lizzy!" they exclaimed.

"We were not expecting you," Mr. Gardiner proclaimed.

"Yes, you must forgive me for not sending word ahead, but it was decided too quickly for me to do so."

The Gardiners both gave her worried looks, but she comforted their worries by saying, "Rest assured that there is nothing wrong, I am here only on a pleasure visit."

They smiled and Mrs. Gardiner replied, "Then we are very glad to have you here to stay with us. Just be sure to send word to your parents and let them know you are here."

Lizzy nodded and they entered the house. Lizzy quickly wrote a letter home, assuring them that she was safe and simply needed a change in atmosphere. She had a small lunch before the Gardiners persuaded her to lay down for a bit and that they would wake her for dinner. Lizzy was relieved and less tense with this new change in surroundings and went to sleep looking forward to enjoyable stay with her aunt, uncle and sister.

Chapter 13

Posted On Friday, 2 May 2003

The next few days kept Jane and Lizzy quite busy. They spent mornings in the park, afternoons shopping, evenings at the theatre, and nighttime enjoying long talks about any and every subject.

One particular night, Jane mentioned, "Lizzy, on the day you arrived you mentioned that you wanted to speak to me about something. We have been so busy that I have completely forgotten. Forgive me, what happened in Kent that sent you hurrying back to us?"

Lizzy smiled and responded, "Oh, I believe there are more reasons than I can count for my wanting to leave. Of course, I missed you, and that fact was certainly pulling me towards London. But the main factor in pushing me away from Hunsford was Mr. Darcy."

"Oh dear, Lizzy. You did not do anything too drastic I hope," Jane replied, casting her sister a worried look.

Lizzy rolled her eyes and whined, "But he started it!"

Both sisters had a good laugh but Lizzy became serious again and related, "In fact, all we did was quarrel. I almost feel bad at how rude I was to him."

"Almost?"

"Well, he did deserve it, most of the time," Lizzy said so seriously that Jane had another fit of laughter. Once Jane was calm again, Lizzy stated, "I am only realizing now how childish I acted. We said some awful things to each other. But he never apologized, so I see no need to do so myself. Besides, I will not have to worry about him now. Hopefully he'll stay put for a while at Rosings, or travel miles away to Pemberley."

"So what ever happened with Colonel Fitzwilliam? I do remember you praising him often in your letters."

Lizzy started at the mention of his name. She had hardly thought about him at all since his departure from Rosings. She had spent so much time agonizing over his irritating cousin, she hardly had time left to discern what her own feelings were for the Colonel. "Well, uh ... he had to leave on urgent business. As he was saying farewell to me, it had almost seemed like he would ... but Mr. Darcy interrupted us so there is no way of knowing. He seemed very hopeful and optimistic about seeing me again soon, though."

"And his attentions do not please you?" Jane asked, confused.

Lizzy paused and replied, "Well, at first, during his stay I believed that I did like him very much and I welcomed his attentions. Those feelings seemed to fade after a while, though. I hope to remain good friends with him, but I doubt I could feel much more for him. It was a passing infatuation, I suppose."

While Lizzy was busy trying to make out her own feelings, Jane was losing herself in her own thoughts, thoughts about her feelings for a certain man. Lizzy noticed her preoccupation and said, "Jane, forgive me, I have thought nothing of your feelings for Mr. Bingley."

"Oh Lizzy, you must not worry for me. In time I will have forgotten him. I am just happy that I have nothing for which to blame him. I will always remember him as the most amiable man I have ever met. Oh, but Lizzy, I do believe he..." Jane words trailed off as she stopped herself to avoid crying.

"Dear Jane, I am certain that he loved you, and that he still loves you. Trust me, things will turn out well in the end." Lizzy had a plan and now that she was in London, things would flow much more smoothly. Of course, if Mr. Darcy had never interfered in the first place, none of them would have to endure this pain. She looked back to her sister, who had just dozed off. Lizzy blew out the candles and got into bed. Poor Jane, what did she ever do to deserve this? I'll show you, Mr. Darcy. Your interference will not give you the satisfactory conclusion that you had expected.

Chapter 14

Posted On Friday, 2 May 2003

It had been nearly a week after Lizzy's arrival, Tuesday morning at breakfast, when Mrs. Gardiner announced, "It seems that Sir and Lady Keagan are to have a ball this Saturday. I am hardly surprised at receiving the invitation so late, they are so much alike in their tendency to procrastinate."

"Sir and Lady Keagan? I have not seen them in ages. It will be nice to see them again," Lizzy declared. Although they moved in very different social circles, Mrs. Gardiner and Lady Keagan's parents had been good friends, thus, their children knew each other since childhood and remained good friends.

"Since it shall be a very grand ball, I believe we must go out and purchase new dresses for you both," Mrs. Gardiner said with a smile.

Jane protested immediately, "Oh no, Aunt, it is not necessary! I am sure we could find..."

"I will not be gainsaid," Mrs. Gardiner interrupted. "I believe this afternoon would be the perfect time to do so."

Mr. Gardiner smiled and rolled his eyes. He still could not understand why women enjoyed shopping so much.

That afternoon the women set out to the dressmaker shops. Within two hours they had both decided on the dress they wanted. Jane's dress was a very light green; that was drawn up fairly plain, but made her look all the more ravishing in it. Lizzy's dress was a light blue color, also drawn up plain, but she was very content with it; her aunt and sister both proclaimed how well it became her. By this time, they were very much looking forward to the ball, hoping to meet many new people and perhaps even dance with a few of them. It did not seem long before it was Saturday night, the night of the ball. Lizzy knew she was excited, but could not help feeling a small hint of dread about the coming evening. There was nothing she could think of that could cause her pain at such a ball, so she decided to not think of it.

When they finally arrived, there were so many carriages and well bred people mulling around, Lizzy scarcely had time to take them all in. They entered the receiving line, and finally reached the front of it, where Sir and Lady Keagan were welcoming their guests.

"Lady Keagan!" said Mrs. Gardiner, giving her friend a kiss on the cheek.

"Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner, it is wonderful to see you again!" Lady Keagan exclaimed, returning the embrace.

"Allow me to introduce my nieces, Miss Jane and Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Perhaps you remember them."

"My goodness, I do, but it is overwhelming how much you two have grown!" Sir Keagan exclaimed. "Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner, it is a pleasure to have you join us."

Lady Keagan remarked, "You girls have grown into beautiful young ladies. I can hardly wait to introduce you to everyone. Though, I do pity you, for I believe the men will not let you sit out one dance."

They all laughed and entered the ballroom. Lizzy watched as the noble men and women danced together in the very large room. This promises to be a very interesting night, Lizzy thought to herself.

Mrs. Gardiner immediately found some of hers and Lady Keagan's close friends and introduced them to Lizzy and Jane. Mrs. Gardiner's friends introduced their children, among them being Viscount Weylin. He immediately procured Jane's hand for the next two dances. Jane blushed as he led her to the ballroom floor. It was merely a few minutes before the Gardiners met another friend with a Viscount son. Viscount Ridgeway procured Elizabeth's hand for the next two and led her away.

Mrs. Gardiner spoke to her friend, "It seems that Jane and Lizzy are already receiving attention here. At this rate, we will have them both married before the conclusion of the evening." The Gardiners and Weylins laughed as the watched the young men and women take to the floor.

Lizzy could not help but admire her partner. He was handsome and witty as he spoke of the trials and tribulations of putting together a ball. His own family was planning one and he elaborated on the unfortunate responsibility of asking every lady he saw to dance. Lizzy did not speak much, for she spent most of her time concentrating on the dance steps. They were unlike the simple steps of a country dance but she pulled them off quite tolerably.

"You are a superb dancer, Miss Bennet. If all the ladies attending our ball danced as well, I should dislike the task much less when it came to be my turn."

Elizabeth laughed as the dance forced them to temporarily switch partners. Her smile quickly faded when she realized whom she was facing.

Chapter 15

Posted On Friday, 2 May 2003

"Miss Bennet," cried her partner. His face showed his surprise and more, but Elizabeth could not quite discern whether he was pleased or disappointed to see her.

"Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth replied, also quite shocked to see him. "I thought you were..."

"I did not know..." Mr. Darcy began speaking just as Elizabeth had. "Forgive me, you were saying?"

"I was about to say that I thought you were still at Rosings. I didn't realize you were to come to town as well," she said, unable to hide the disappointment in her voice.

Darcy caught on to it quickly, and replied, "I am sorry to dissatisfy you in such a way. If I had known my presence would irritate you, I would never have come."

Elizabeth's shot a glare at him but realized that Mr. Darcy was actually teasing her. Her only clue to this was the slight smile that played on his lips that she glimpsed as they switched partners again and she returned to Viscount Ridgeway's side.

He immediately asked, "Miss Bennet, are you well acquainted with Mr. Darcy? I could not help noticing that you two were conversing."

Elizabeth glanced back to Mr. Darcy who was now dancing with Miss Bingley. If she is here, Elizabeth thought, then perhaps her brother ... Elizabeth's wondering ended when she saw that Jane and Mr. Bingley were now dancing happily together. Elizabeth smiled and returned her attention to her partner. "Forgive me, yes, I do know Mr. Darcy a little."

"He seems to be quite popular then. He is greatly admired in town. I am almost jealous of him."

Elizabeth laughed and said, "You need not be. I'm sure he is only admired here because of his ten thousand a year and his great estate."

Viscount Ridgeway was taken aback and stated, "You are too hard on him. He is a good man, quite amiable and, so I have heard, very generous."

It was Lizzy's turn to be surprised, "Are you sure we are speaking of the same man? The one who fancies himself so great and meddles himself in other people's business? I have never met a man who was more proud."

"Yes, perhaps he is a bit proud, but I would not say that he did not have the right. He seems a little reserved, but from what I have seen and heard of him, he is truly good-natured."

Lizzy was still unconvinced, but it shed a new light on the mysterious Mr. Darcy. The dance ended and Viscount Ridgeway escorted Lizzy back to her aunt and uncle. Mr. Bingley was doing the same. When Jane reached them, Mr. Bingley exclaimed, "Miss Elizabeth, it is a pleasure to see you again. How do you do? I can see that you are well, but it has been too long. I was just saying to Miss Bennet that I have not had the pleasure of your acquaintance since the 26th of November at the Netherfield Ball."

"I believe you must be right," Elizabeth replied, hardly able to stifle a laugh at the over-joyous personality of Mr. Bingley.

"If you would excuse me, I must return to my sisters and Mr. Darcy," he stated as he bowed and added a significant look towards Jane. Jane blushed and watched him walk away.

"Whatever happened to Viscount Weylin?" Elizabeth asked curiously.

"Unfortunately, he twisted his ankle at the beginning of the dance. Mr. Bingley noticed me and was so kind to take Viscount Weylin's place in the dance," Jane explained.

Lizzy smiled while contemplating her secret victory over Mr. Darcy.

Chapter 16

Posted On Friday, 2 May 2003

Lizzy, Jane, and the Gardiners left the ball very tired, but not without an invitation to dinner the next evening at the Bingleys' townhouse. Before the sisters retired, Jane expressed her joy at finally meeting with Mr. Bingley, but assured her sister that she was in no danger. Thus, they fell asleep perfectly content.

The next day found Jane nervous and jittery about their dinner engagement, quite to the silent amusement of her sister. Lizzy, on the other hand, felt a peculiar sense of dread, and found that the time to go came much too quickly.

Bingley, sporting all smiles, gallantly met them at the door, offered Jane and Lizzy each an arm, and escorted them all inside. They entered the drawing room to find Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley sitting and whispering to each other, while Mr. Hurst lay sleeping and snoring loudly on one of the chairs. Lizzy also saw a young girl, who was almost her height, standing at the far side of the room by a bookcase, but her view was blocked by the tall figure of Mr. Darcy, who stood to greet them.

"Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth," he said, bowing to them.

"This is our aunt and uncle," Jane addressed the room, "Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner."

The gentleman expressed their pleasure in meeting them, while the ladies simply smiled and returned to their previous conversation. While Mr. Darcy's remarks were decidedly less jubilant than Bingley's, Lizzy was nevertheless surprised by the fact that he actually seemed to want to be acquainted with her relations. The girl by the bookcase, however, again caught Lizzy's attention. Mr. Darcy must have noticed this for he then introduced his sister, Georgiana. She stepped forward and curtseyed, but did not venture to join in conversation. Lizzy realized that, contrary to what she had heard about the girl, Miss Darcy seemed very unlike her brother in respect to his pride, and was merely shy.

As the company sat talking, Lizzy moved towards Miss Darcy and ventured, "I have heard that you are very fond of music, Miss Darcy, and that you play very well."

Georgiana looked a little startled at being spoken to, but overcame it quickly and replied, "Oh, I do not play very well, but I am very fond of music." She paused and then continued, "My brother tells me that he has rarely heard anyone play or sing as well as you."

Lizzy tried not to look shocked upon hearing this, but Georgiana was quite observant and noted, "Miss Bennet, I hope I have not said something wrong?"

"Oh, no, of course not. I am only a bit surprised to receive such praise from Mr. Darcy. I am sure he has often heard ladies who are much more accomplished in the art than I. I believe he must have grossly exaggerated my talent," Lizzy looked up towards the man in question and found that he was watching them.

"Oh no!" Georgiana protested, drawing Lizzy's attention back to the conversation. "My brother never exaggerates and always speaks the absolute truth."

Lizzy smiled and nodded, noting that Miss Darcy would obviously be biased in her description of her own brother. Despite this, Lizzy was puzzled by these positive characterizations of the man she was determined to dislike. She did not have time to think about it, however, as Bingley announced it was time for dinner.

The party rose and followed Bingley to the dining room, leaving Mr. Hurst asleep in his chair. As they entered the room, Lizzy took notice of the seating arrangement and frowned; she would be forced to sit across from Mr. Darcy.

Note - The seating arrangement is as follows: Bingley is at the head of the table. To his right sits Miss Bingley, Mrs. Hurst, Georgiana, and Darcy at the end. Across from Darcy sits Lizzy. To her right sits Mrs. Gardiner, Mr. Gardiner, and Jane, who is next to Bingley on his left. Miss Bingley was also unsatisfied. She was nowhere near Mr. Darcy, nor could she insult Eliza Bennet without calling across the table. She slumped into her chair. She gave her brother a dark look. He either chose to ignore it, or was too busy gazing lovingly at Jane to notice. The first course was served and Mr. Darcy immediately started up a conversation with Mrs. Gardiner, much to Lizzy's bewilderment.

"You grew up in Lambton, I hear, Mrs. Gardiner," he said politely.

"Indeed, I do. I believe it is not far from Pemberley," she answered.

"You are correct, madam. In fact, I use to run back and forth to Pemberley during the horse-chestnut season. There was a lovely tree..."

"On the green, by the smithy," Mrs. Gardiner finished his sentence.

"The very one," Mr. Darcy replied and smiled. Lizzy had to remember to breathe again after witnessing how well a smile became him.

"Do you care for fishing, Mr. Gardiner?" Darcy addressed her uncle, who had long since been listening to their conversation.

"Indeed I do, sir, when I get the chance," he replied.

"Then, perhaps you might come to Pemberley, if you are in the area, and try out the lake or the stream," he suggested.

This was too much for Lizzy. She almost choked on her drink. Darcy eyed her mischievously, and returned into conversation with Mr. Gardiner, discussing the types of fish that he often caught at Pemberley. Lizzy stared unbelievingly at him; she could not possibly fathom the reason for his surprising change in manner. She did not dare believe it was because of her. She was very sure that he disliked her as much as she ... but did she really dislike him? So far, they had spent a pleasant evening, and she had heard many different, puzzling accounts of him. She decided that she must study his character a bit more before judging him.

Miss Bingley's loud voice interrupted her thoughts, as well as everyone else's conversation as she called, "Pray, Miss Eliza, is the militia still quartered at Meryton?"

Lizzy was confused by the question, as was everyone else at the table, except for Mrs. Hurst, who wore a smug look on her face. Lizzy replied, "Yes. But I believe they will be in Brighton for the summer."

"Well, that will be a great loss for your family," she replied with a smile very similar to Mrs. Hurst's.

Lizzy was beginning to understand where Miss Bingley was going with this conversation and attempted to end it by replying, "I am sure we will endure it as best we can, Miss Bingley."

Miss Bingley, however, would not be distracted. "I think there was a particular gentleman that you favored..."

Mr. Darcy's face grew very dark at that moment, and if Miss Bingley had seen it, she would not have thought of continuing with, "I believe it was Mr. Wickham..."

It was Georgiana's turn to choke on her drink. Darcy turned to her immediately with a worried look, but she quickly excused herself and hurried from the room. Instinctively, Elizabeth stood up. She wanted to tell Caroline where she should go (to a large, orange, fiery hell), but immediately thought better of it (besides, she may not mind the orange so much). She also excused herself and left the room. Mr. Darcy had also stood up, but Miss Bingley drew him into conversation, and he felt it would be impolite to ignore her, so he stayed and hoped Elizabeth could take care of his sister.

Chapter 17

Posted On Friday, 2 May 2003

Lizzy hurried out the door of the dining room in search of Georgiana, who had just fled after a seemingly cruel remark from Caroline about Mr. Wickham. Lizzy could not fathom why it should affect Miss Darcy so strongly, but did not hesitate in offering her assistance and comfort. Georgiana had not gone far; there she sat, crying, in a window seat in the library, only a few rooms down from the dining room. Lizzy paused at the door and said quietly, "Miss Darcy."

Georgiana looked up and immediately began wiping her eyes with a handkerchief. "Pray, Miss Bennet, I do not want you to see me like this," she sobbed.

Elizabeth ignored her comment and sat next to Georgiana. She did the most natural thing and hugged the girl as Georgiana cried on her shoulder. She seemed so innocent and fragile, yet Lizzy still had no idea what was wrong.

Georgiana collected herself after a few minutes and sat up, "Please forgive me, Miss Bennet, I..."

"Call me Elizabeth, or Lizzy if you prefer," she insisted.

Georgiana responded with a weak smile, "Then you must call me Georgiana. I must apologize, though, for the way I acted. I did not expect to hear his name. I have been trying so hard to forget him. He is indeed a very dangerous, malicious man."

"Indeed?" Elizabeth responded, though she had somehow guessed that was the truth since her conversations with Mr. Darcy.

"I am sure I can trust you with this information, for I know that my brother trusts you. You must promise not to breathe a word of it to anyone," she whispered.

Elizabeth blushed at Georgiana's mention of her brother but replied, "Of course."

Georgiana began, "Every summer, I would go to Ramsgate with my former companion and guardian, Mrs. Young. Last summer, I met up with Mr. Wickham while I was there, and he was very kind to me, paying me special attention. I could not understand why he acted this way, because he hardly paid me any attention when we were younger. He courted me for a full week and by the end of it, convinced me that I loved him. I was so confused, but Mrs. Young approved of him, so I assumed he was safe. He said he wanted to marry me and that we could elope. I agreed, but fortunately, before we were to leave, my brother showed up unexpectedly. I was so happy to see him; I needed his advice. I confessed the entire story and he did not take it well; I have never seen him so angry. After dealing with Mr. Wickham, who left immediately afterwards, he explained to me Mr. Wickham's intentions. I had never felt so stupid in my life; I actually believed that he loved me. Needless to say, Fitzwilliam also dismissed Mrs. Young, who was in cohorts with Mr. Wickham. My brother also explained to me that Mr. Wickham has been circulating the story that my brother has been the cause of his poverty, which, of course, is completely false. When Mr. Wickham declared he would never take orders, as my father wished, Mr. Darcy paid him a sum that would befit him. Since then Mr. Wickham has distressed my brother with pleas for financial assistance, but Fitzwilliam never gave in to him."

Lizzy was thoroughly shocked my Georgiana's words. She was ashamed with herself for ever believing that devious man. How she had wronged Mr. Darcy! She regained her senses and said, "Georgiana, I am so sorry that he did this to you. However, I am glad you told me this, so I may be more wary of him. Perhaps you should go up to your room and rest. I will make excuses for you."

"Thanks you Miss Ben -- I mean Elizabeth. I believe that is exactly what I need."

Georgiana rose, exited the room with a gracious look towards Elizabeth, and went up a long staircase. Lizzy simply stood, unable to move with the many thoughts circling in her head. Within moments the door opened and Mr. Darcy entered the room.

"I am so sorry," was the only thing Lizzy could say.

Mr. Darcy was very confused, especially by the look he was receiving from Elizabeth. It resembled sorrow, but also a new respect. Remembering his intent, he asked hastily, "What is wrong? Where is Georgiana?"

"Georgiana is fine. She went up to her room to rest. She told me ... everything."

It took Darcy a moment to understand what she meant, and when he did, he turned away, unsure of how to respond.

"Please do not blame her for telling me. I am glad she did. It has allowed me to realize how much I have wronged you. Please forgive me for defending him."

Darcy turned to her and said, "It is forgotten. I cannot blame you, for you did not know what he was."

Elizabeth sighed with relief. "It is late. We should probably be on our way."

"You will allow Bingley and I to visit you tomorrow? I believe he has something to discuss with your sister," he said pointedly.

Elizabeth looked at him skeptically, unable to believe that he could have mended the trouble with Jane and Mr. Bingley. Then, she reminded herself, she hardly knew this man, and she had no right to judge him. She smiled with the hope that it was true, and he smiled in return. He offered his arm to escort her to her carriage and reminded her of their engagement for the following day.

Lizzy spent the carriage ride home thinking about the evening. She had learned so many new things about Mr. Darcy, and she scolded herself for judging him so cruelly before she had even known much about him. She firmly intended to give him another chance, despite his role in the sad situation Jane and Mr. Bingley were in. Yet, Lizzy reminded herself, Mr. Darcy had hinted about their soon being a remedy to their sadness. She did not dare speculate the reason for his redeeming actions, if they indeed occurred. From what she had gathered from watching Mr. Bingley and her sister converse this evening, it was apparent that their feelings for each other had not diminished. Mr. Darcy had seen this, perhaps, and wanted to right his wrong. Lizzy satisfied herself with this conclusion.

Lizzy entered Jane's room before bed and found her sitting before her mirror, brushing her hair with a very content look on her face.

"Dear Jane, you must have had a very pleasant evening," Lizzy spoke with a smile.

Jane blushed and replied, "Yes, I did. I am happy to have renewed my acquaintance with Mr. Bingley. I can safely say that we are easy friends once again."

"Great friends indeed! Jane, you do not need to hide anything from me. Even when you try, I can see in your eyes your true feelings."

"Lizzy, stop it. I am on my guard now and will not be hurt. You cannot believe me in any danger now."

"I believe you are in very great danger of making him as much in love with you as ever. Goodnight Jane."

Jane sighed and answered, "Good night Lizzy."

Chapter 18

Posted On Friday, 2 May 2003

Lizzy was quietly writing a letter to her father late that morning while Jane was beginning to cover a new screen and Mrs. Gardiner watched her children playing a game. Lizzy's thoughts had, for once, been miles away from the man who just then entered the room after being introduced by the servant. She had hardly noticed Mr. Bingley as he followed Mr. Darcy into the drawing room; her immediate recollections of the previous night focused all her attention on him. His attentions were similarly focused on her, though he did not ignore the others in the room; he greeted Jane and Mrs. Gardiner, and was introduced to the Gardiner children. Lizzy's heart fluttered as she witnessed the smile that played on his face as he spoke politely and genially with her young cousins. However, Lizzy quickly came to her senses and reproached herself for having such emotions and for displaying them so openly. How had her affections for this man, one whom she had once sworn that she despised, changed so drastically overnight? Did she truly have such warm feelings for him? Before she was fully able to comprehend her emotions, Mr. Bingley announced his desire for a walk in the park, and she had somehow agreed to it because she soon found herself outside the house and walking side by side with Mr. Darcy. It was not long before they outstripped the other couple; in fact, there were surprisingly few people walking nearby in the park that morning. Mr. Darcy appeared to be agitated because he kept fiddling with his gloves, yet Lizzy hardly noticed; she was too busy playing with her hair. Suddenly, Mr. Darcy turned to her and took both of her hands in his. Though surprised by his action, Lizzy was able to catch the following words from the speech that then eagerly flowed from his lips, "Dearest Elizabeth ... it has been so long since I wanted to tell you ... the many wrongs I have made ... attempted to correct them ... blah blah blah ... sappy babble ... how ardently I admire and love you."

Lizzy felt like she was about to faint and therefore remained speechless. Darcy apparently found this ample encouragement and wasted no time in taking Lizzy in his arms and bestowing upon her a long, indescribably passionate kiss. When he released her, Lizzy felt her strength dissipate and then, she fainted.

When she was finally able to open her eyes again, she found herself in her bedroom at the Gardiner's house. Extremely confused, she got up with little trouble and approached the door. Her aunt opened it before she reached it and said, "Lizzy, I was wondering when you'd wake up. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes ... fine..." Lizzy replied bewilderedly, "Where is Mr. Darcy?"

Mrs. Gardiner looked very puzzled and said, "I assume Mr. Darcy is home, dear. Why do you ask? Do you expect him?"

Lizzy was about to attempt to explain how Mr. Darcy had been about to propose to her on their walk before she had fainted; then Lizzy realized she had been dreaming. The pained expression on her face startled her aunt, who asked, "Lizzy is something wrong?"

"Oh, nothing's wrong, aunt. I am not entirely awake just yet. I will be completely normal by breakfast, I assure you."

Mrs. Gardiner was still a little wary, but left her niece to have breakfast.

Forthwith, Lizzy buried her face in a pillow and belted out an energetic yell. What is wrong with me?! Why am I dreaming about that horrid man?! Lizzy's conscience kicked in and reminded her that she had decided to give Darcy another chance. "Yes, but that was before I started having dreams about him professing his love to me! And he kissed me! How am I supposed to forgive him for that?" Lizzy reminded her conscience.

Lizzy attempted to abandon these thoughts as she got dressed and went down to breakfast. Her wish to have a Darcythought-free day went unanswered; this became most evident and most painful when she remembered that he was to visit that same day.

Chapter 19

Posted On Friday, 2 May 2003

Lizzy spent the entire morning anticipating Mr. Darcy's arrival, unable to think of much else, except for that disturbing dream. One might wonder why she pondered it so often, if it was so disturbing for her, but we will leave that be. Her aunt and uncle noticed her anxiety and Jane voiced, "Lizzy, what is the matter? You've been pacing all morning; you are making me nervous. Are you anxious about something?"

"Of course not, Jane. I have nothing to be anxious about, especially not Mr. Darcy's visit..." Lizzy assured herself.

"Mr. Darcy is calling on us today?" Jane asked.

"Yes, with Mr. Bingley. Did I not tell you?"

"With Mr. Bingley? No, you did not tell me!" Jane responded, arose, and began pacing as well.

Mrs. Gardiner laughed and said, "The two of you must stop this at once. I know you must be nervous with your beaus calling and all but..."

"Mr. Darcy is certainly no beau of mine!" Lizzy retorted loudly.

"Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley," announced the servant as the two men entered the room.

Both women blushed, Lizzy especially, fervently hoping she was not heard. They curtsied quickly and each sat in an empty chair. Lizzy refused to even look at Darcy, humiliated as she was, but she did watch as Mr. Bingley greeted her aunt and uncle and then immediately claimed a seat next to Jane. Lizzy smiled at the scene, but her happiness disappeared as quickly as it had begun when Mr. Darcy claimed a seat by her.

"Miss Bennet, I do hope you are well. You look a bit pale," Darcy asked Lizzy.

Lizzy stole a glance at him and was surprised to see a concerned look. She smiled and replied, "I am very well, thank you."

She was unable to say another word as Mr. Bingley practically jumped from his seat to announce his desire to take a walk in the park. Lizzy paled again but consented. She felt a strong sense of déja vu, for within minutes, she was side by side with Mr. Darcy, and Jane and Mr. Bingley were far behind them. Lizzy forced herself to observe the scenery around her and to ignore her walking partner.

His voice, however, interrupted her thoughts, "Miss Bennet." She turned to him and watched as he knelt down before her. This cannot be happening! He cannot be proposing!

"You dropped your glove," he stated as he picked it up off the ground and handed it to her. Lizzy wanted to slap herself in the face, but instead snatched the glove from his hand and continued walking, furious with herself.

Darcy noticed her frown and her quickened pace and asked, "Is there something wrong, Miss Bennet? Have I angered you?"

Of course, you idiot! You were supposed to propose! "No, of course not!" she almost yelled at him, "Why should I be angry with you?"

Darcy was rightly confused at her change in behavior but responded, "I was hoping that I had not done anything to provoke you, but oftentimes, I do so without even trying."

Lizzy was unsure of what he was implying, so, for once, she remained silent. Darcy was, again, confused, when he had expected her to verbally abuse him for the comment. Instead, he took another route, "In fact, if you have noticed, I have been trying to amend my behavior. Have my attempts been successful?"

Lizzy was not catching on, so he motioned back to the couple behind them. Lizzy looked and saw her sister and Mr. Bingley speaking and laughing together quite animatedly. Lizzy smiled and replied, "Are you implying that this is all your doing?"

"No, I cannot take the entire credit, but I did have a hand in it," Darcy explained, hoping to receive her approval.

"I was beginning to think any interference from you would be unfavorable. Perhaps you have proved me wrong."

Darcy spoke earnestly, "Miss Bennet, you must believe how deeply I feel that I wronged my friend and your sister. Please accept my sincerest apology and my attempt to rectify the situation."

Lizzy realized that she was being hard on him. He had fixed everything; she could no longer accuse him of being in the wrong, neither in this situation or in Wickham's. She was beginning to understand how different he was from the way she initially imagined him to be. "Mr. Darcy, please do not punish yourself any longer. Your actions deserve my gratitude and I willingly give it. I am lucky to have a ... friend, like you."

Mr. Darcy smiled; their relationship was steadily improving and he hoped that one day she might have deeper feelings for him than friendly ones. However, he was very much satisfied for now. The remainder of their walk was spent pleasantly, in a comfortable silence.

Chapter 20

Posted On Friday, 2 May 2003

The group returned to the Gardiners' in time for tea, and spoke eagerly with one another in hopes to understand their acquaintance's feelings. Although Jane and Bingley easily understood that they were in love with the other, they remained ignorant to the fact that their affection was returned. The Gardiners watched them as they talked together, wholly aware of the developing relationship that would soon remove Jane from her family, in a matter of speaking. They were, however, much more intrigued by the developing relationship between Darcy and Elizabeth; the feelings there were much less stable and both of them seemed likely to explode from sheer frustration at any moment. Elizabeth spent her time equally between endeavoring to ignore her partner, while subtly attempting to learn more about him, and mischievously trying to provoke him. Darcy was all interest and focused all his attention on the warring emotions and actions of Elizabeth; his feelings, if not his actions, were as stable as Jane and Bingley's-he was in love with Elizabeth. Like Jane and Bingley, neither of them had any clue to the other's feelings; thus, the Gardiners were pleased to watch the couples, all the while vainly attempting to hide their amusement.

It became evident to Elizabeth first that her relations enjoyed watching her torture. "Torture?" Lizzy asked herself. She wouldn't admit that she delighted in the conversation she was having with Mr. Darcy, but she had to agree that it was hardly torture. She was frustrated, however, at not being able to understand the man; she, who prided herself in her good judge of character, could hardly make his out. She was part anguish, wondering why he insisted on being silent half the time, all the while studying her; it made her extremely uncomfortable. She was part hope, though, when she noticed how interested he seemed to be when she spoke; indeed it seemed like all he wanted was to sit and listen to her speak.

Lizzy was distracted from her object (of studying Darcy, though she seemed to forget how uncomfortable she was when he did the same to her), by the illuminated face of Mr. Bingley; it was hard to ignore because it practically lit up the entire room. He seemed to comprehend something extremely valuable all of a sudden and spoke to everyone, "Why, I had almost forgotten! My sisters, Mr. Hurst, and I have claimed a box at the theatre for tomorrow night. There is plenty of room for more, would you all be available to join us?" he paused with a look to Lizzy, "Mr. and Miss Darcy will accompany us of course."

Lizzy raised an eyebrow at the comment that was seemingly directed to her but she and Jane consented; unfortunately, the Gardiners had a previous dinner engagement and could not attend but offered their consent for the ladies to go. Lizzy felt a small amount of anticipation but denied that it was related to anything other than her enjoyment of good plays.