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Chapter 5 Posted on Monday, 20 November 2006
The next morning at Hunsford, Elizabeth walked in and sat down to breakfast with Mr. and Mrs. Collins and Maria.
"How did you enjoy your walk?" Charlotte asked her friend.
"Very much. The grounds around Rosings are . . ." An urgent knock interrupted Elizabeth's reply.
Everyone looked up from their meal to see what it was. A maid answered the door and they could here her speak to whoever was there. Soon she had closed the door and entered the room with a letter in her hand.
"An express for Miss Bennet."
Elizabeth looked a little alarmed. Why should I receive an express? Was anyone ill? Was there an accident?
Taking the letter from the maid who gave a brief curtsey and left, she opened it. She noticed how Mr. Collins watched expectantly, obviously curious as to what it contained. A frown crossed her face as she read it; however, it quickly turned to relief as she finished reading.
"Well cousin, what is it?" Mr. Collins leaned forward, concern tinged with excitement in his voice.
In exasperation, Elizabeth pursed her lips, "I am summoned home immediately. My father assures me that everyone is well, but he has some news he wishes to impart to all his daughters. Thus, Jane and I are required to return now." She winced inwardly as she emphasized that it involved the Bennets only as she did not wish to hurt Charlotte, but feared that her cousin would see it as an invitation to Longbourn otherwise.
"I suppose this means that you will leave today," Mr. Collins paused as his eyes widened in sudden panic. "But, Lady Catherine! You must delay leaving long enough to take leave of her ladyship . . . "
Seeing that her husband would insist on an immediate visit to Lady Catherine and knowing his tendency to become unmovable on a subject once he settled on it, Charlotte interrupted, "My dear, Lady Catherine would surely understand the necessity of Elizabeth's returning home without taking leave under such circumstances. You do remember that she even expressed that it is more than appropriate when Colonel Fitzwilliam was forced to leave suddenly himself."
Mr. Collins sat silently for a moment contemplating his wife's comment. "Of course you are right, my dear. Lady Catherine is the most gracious and understanding patroness. Cousin we must have your things packed so that you can leave as soon as possible. I will go arrange for you to take the post to London." Placing his napkin on the table, he stood and hurried out of the room much to the combined consternation and relief of the occupants.
"Lizzy, I apologize for my husband's behaviour. I thought you would prefer to leave soon rather than suffer through the lengthy visit that your 'brief leave taking' would have turned into."
"Yes, I think we are all aware of Lady Catherine's penchant for expressing her opinions on everything."
"Now tell me, is everyone truly well?" Charlotte was well aware that her friend might not have said everything in front of Mr. Collins.
"Yes. Here, read for yourself. My father was rather vague, but he insists it is nothing to fear."
"Hmmm . . . I do not know what it could be, but it seems that you will stop in London at your Aunt and Uncles so that you and Jane may finish the trip together like originally planned. I do hope it is good news." She handed the letter back to Elizabeth.
"So do I. Charlotte, I am so sorry to leave you like this, nor did I intend to slight you or make you feel unwelcome at Longbourn . . ."
"Nonsense, Lizzy. You forget that I am well aware of my husband's faults. Right now you do not need my husband hovering around at home. I will handle him. Only promise me that you will write to me and tell me what you can for I do not know how long I can keep Mr. Collins from going to find out. If he decides, or Lady Catherine decides for him, that it is something of import to himself, he will be on his way to Longbourn very shortly."
"You can be certain that I will tell you as soon as possible. Thank you Charlotte."
"You are welcome, Lizzy. Now, let us go and see about getting your things packed. Maria, please help Lizzy, while I go see if there is something I can ready in the kitchen."
"Charlotte, that . . ."
"Do not say it. Since you are my guest and have been deprived of breakfast, I will be certain you at least have something to eat to take with you. You cannot argue with me on that as I insist upon it."
"It seems I will be perpetually thanking you today." Lizzy smiled at her friend.
"There is no need, but if you feel you must, let us leave them to do all at once before you leave. Shall we?" Without waiting for a response, Charlotte turned and left for the kitchen.
Maria had watched the entire seen in silence. In general, she had never felt comfortable speaking to others. Her shyness and fear of being labelled ridiculous kept her silent. She always admired her sister's friendship with the witty Elizabeth and wished that she could talk with her so easily. Now she had an opportunity to talk with her about something she had observed.
"I hope your news shall be good, Lizzy." Maria tentatively stated as they walked up to Elizabeth's room.
"Thank you, Maria, and thank you for helping me. I am sure you have activities you would prefer to be doing."
"Actually, I hoped I could talk to you about something, since this seems to be the last chance I will have before you leave." She bit her lip and glanced over at Elizabeth when they entered her room.
Lizzy looked up, "Go ahead."
"Is . . . is there something about Colonel Fitzwilliam you do not like? I mean, you kept frowning whenever we were in the same company." Maria looked up to see the surprised expression on her face.
"That is the second time I have been asked that this week. The last time was the Colonel himself before he left. I am not angry at him or do I find anything about him that is not amiable. I have had this nagging feeling that he reminds me of someone. My frowning is simply because I simply cannot think of whom." Elizabeth explained while taking some clothes and placing them on the bed to fold.
"Oh." Maria looked down and walked over to the other side and started folding.
Watching her reaction, Elizabeth smiled a little, "Would there be some reason you were worried about the Colonel?"
Maria blushed deeply, "No!"
"Umm . . . Hmm . . ."
"Lizzy! It . . . It is not that . . . It is just that he seemed so nice and you are so good at figuring out people that I thought you noticed something."
Elizabeth raised her eyebrow at that, "Really. I admit I do enjoy trying to discover people's personalities, but I am not as good as I ought to be."
"I wish I were half as good as you. I never seem to be able to make people out. It takes me time to determine what they are like."
"That is not all bad, Maria. Caution can keep you from making a mistake that can not only embarrass you and them but prevent misunderstandings."
"Maybe so, but I wish it were easier."
"Do not worry about it so, that should help."
"Thank you, Lizzy." Pausing she looked up at Elizabeth, "Do you think we could be friends? I know that you and my sister are close and I am not trying to take anyone's place, but I would really like someone to talk to who values intelligent conversation rather than lace and sewing and such. I mean, I know I am not brilliant, but I so like to learn and discuss what I have read with someone who would appreciate it."
Elizabeth smiled knowing that Kitty and Lydia did not provide much depth of thought to share with the nearly seventeen-year-old, "Of course. I would be happy to call you my friend. We can discuss whatever you wish to. However, I think it will have to wait until you are back in Meryton as I have to finish packing and I will no doubt be busy with whatever has occurred back home."
"Oh, certainly. Thank you, Lizzy."
From that point on, they spoke little while gathering and packing for Elizabeth.
One hour after her conversation with Maria, Elizabeth was ready to leave. Standing outside the parsonage she said her goodbyes to Charlotte and Maria as Mr. Collins had already left to inform Lady Catherine of her departure.
"Charlotte, thank you so much for helping me now. I can see you are pleased with your situation."
"Indeed, Lizzy. I am more than content. Although, you could be more than pleased if you would stop being so stubborn."
"You had to bring up Mr. Darcy?"
"Of course I did. He is a good match for you and I can see clearly that he at least cares for you."
"Really, Charlotte. Mr. Darcy does not care for me in the slightest or have you forgotten that I am only tolerable. He may find something that amuses him on occasion, but that is all.
"You should not hold a grudge so, Lizzy. It is unbecoming or have you never said something you did not truly mean. It may be he regrets ever having said it."
"I have never said I was perfect, but he has expressed, when Jane and I were at Netherfield, what he considers accomplished which I do not fulfill."
"Please both of you stop arguing. Can we not say goodbye in peace?" Maria looked from one to the other, her eyes begging them to stop.
"I am sorry, Maria, you are right. Lizzy, have a safe trip home and I am sorry to anger you right before you have to leave."
"I, too, should learn to curb my tongue. I am sorry Charlotte; you are simply trying to be the best of friends. Thank you again and I will write as soon as I can." Charlotte nodded before reaching forward and embracing her friend for a moment before she left.
Elizabeth turned to Maria, "I look forward to hearing from you when you arrive back in Meryton and when we can start our discussions."
"Thank you, Lizzy. I hope you have a safe trip."
Charlotte and Maria stood and watched until Elizabeth had gone out of sight. They were about to go back in when Maria stopped. Charlotte turned to see her sister with her mouth open and an expression of realization on her face, "What is it?"
"I know who it is!"
"What do you mean? Who is who?"
"I asked Lizzy why she stared at the Colonel so much. She said he reminded her of someone, but that she did not know who. I just realized who it is!" Maria exclaimed excitedly.
"Who is it then?"
"Mr. Bennet, Lizzy's father. The Colonel looks like a younger version of Mr. Bennet. I have to go write to her and let her know what I learned."
"Can it not wait until you go back to Hertfordshire in a week? After all, Lizzy only just left herself."
"No! I do not want to forget it!" With that, Maria ran into the parsonage.
Charlotte shook her head and smiled. She was happy her friend had befriended Maria. Her sister needed a little bringing out of her shell and she was certain Elizabeth was the one to do it.
She decided to spend a little time in the garden as she had had little time to spend out of doors in recent months. Only a few minutes into her perusal of the flowers did she hear the sound of approaching hoof beats. Charlotte looked up to see Mr. Darcy coming to call.
"Mrs. Collins, I hope everything is well?" Mr. Darcy greeted her after dismounting.
"Everything is well as can be since this morning when Elizabeth was summoned home." Charlotte deliberately included the part about Lizzy in an attempt to see how the gentleman would react. She was not disappointed. Although he tried to hide his concern, it was still evident in his eyes as well as his next comment.
"I hope that she did not receive ill tidings."
"No, nothing of the sort, everyone is well and it is simply that something has come up and her father wants her home. The message was urgent enough though to have her go without taking leave."
Darcy remained silent at first. He looked distinctly disappointed at having missed her.
"Well, I have come to take my leave as well as I will be leaving early tomorrow morning. I am sorry to have missed Miss Bennet."
"I am sure."
Darcy rode back to Rosings in a state of frustration. He had been out every morning for the past few days trying to run into Miss Elizabeth on her morning walks and had not seen her. If I did not know better, I would say she was avoiding me. She probably decided to explore the other parts of Rosings before she had to return home. If only I had come here first, instead of trying to cross paths with her on her walk, I might have had the chance to see her. Now, I have missed her again because something has happened at her home. I hope that all is well there. I do not wish for her to be hurt as she surely would be if something happened to one of her family. She is too loving and protective of her family and friends. If only I could be included in that group.
He had stayed at the parsonage only long enough to take leave of Mrs. Collins and her sister, Miss Lucas as she had come out of the house just as he was about to leave. He did not care to wait to see Mr. Collins as he still disliked the man for daring to propose to his Elizabeth.
One thought continued to cross his mind for the rest of the day, How am I going to come into company with Eliz . . . Miss Bennet soon?
Jane came out to greet Elizabeth when she arrived at their Aunt and Uncle's home in Gracechurch Street.
"Oh, Lizzy. I am so glad you are here. What do you suppose could have happened to have Papa recall us so urgently?"
"I confess I cannot imagine what might have happened. I doubt that it will be bad as his tone was serious in the express I received, but it lacked any concern that would have accompanied some misfortune."
"That is what we have arrived at as well. Our Aunt and Uncle wish to speak to us both once you have settled in."
"I thought we would be heading home today."
"No. Our Aunt and Uncle are unable to leave London at the moment and the posts for this afternoon are all full. We will have to go by post tomorrow morning as that is the first one with two open seats."
Jane took Elizabeth to the room they would share so she could freshen up after her trip while her things were brought in.
When Elizabeth and Jane came down, they looked for their Aunt and Uncle and found them in the study. Their Uncle looked up and smiled.
"Ah, there you both are. I trust your trip went well, Lizzy?"
"It was quite comfortable, but my curiosity over our return home has left little rest."
"That is our Lizzy, always eager to figure out something new. Well, Lizzy, Jane, come and sit down and we will talk about it."
"Did our father tell you something more than I received?" Elizabeth inquired as she and Jane made themselves comfortable in the two chairs nearest their Uncle's desk.
"No, but he did ask that your Aunt and I come if we are able to. I think that it is safe to say that his asking us that says that some disaster has not taken place."
At this point their Aunt chose to add her sentiments on the issue to relieve the girls of the tension that had been building from their not knowing what had happened, "I am under the impression that your father is nervous about something, but he is happy about it at the same time." Both girls relaxed at hearing their Aunt's thoughts as each knew how well she could read between the lines of any letter.
"I only wish I knew what it was. It is nerve wracking to not know."
"I know, but, Lizzy, frustrating yourself by going over it so much will not help. It is better to let it go for now as you will find out tomorrow once you return home."
"Your Aunt is right, Lizzy. Your wait will not be long. I wish I could say the same for us. My business keeps me in Town and we cannot leave the children or send them all with you and your Aunt, so we must stay."
Jane turned to her Aunt Gardiner, "We understand, but I know we both wish you were coming with us."
"We wish we were too, but we cannot so there is no use worrying over it. So, Elizabeth, why do you not tell us all about your visit at Hunsford?"
The rest of the day was spent sharing the stories Elizabeth brought of her time visiting Charlotte. In return, Gardiners and Jane told Elizabeth about everything that happened in London since her departure to Kent.
First thing the following morning, Jane and Elizabeth were on their way home.
Both girls were relieved when they could finally see their home. Soon, they would learn the mystery behind the expresses.
As they exited the post, Mrs. Bennet hurried out to greet them with a brilliant smile that lit up her eyes. Her daughters noticed her light step and the glow that radiated from her.
"My darling girls, it is so good to have you both home. We have some surprising and wonderful news to share with you. Your father was sorry that he could not be here to meet you, but he had some matters to attend to in Meryton," Mrs. Bennet told them as she hugged and kissed her surprised daughters.
Jane and Elizabeth looked at each other silently asking what was going on. Elizabeth managed to find her voice first.
"Mama, are you all right?"
"Of course I am, Lizzy. I am better than I have been for years. This news has lifted a weight off of me that I had not realized had grown so heavy, but we will have plenty of time later for me to explain everything to you. Now, you must come in and refresh yourselves as your father expects everyone to come to the parlour before dinner for the announcement. I know it would be better to wait till morning so that you are rested, but tonight will have to do for I do not know how long I shall be able to keep this from your younger sisters. Moreover, I am sure you are both curious as to why your father asked for your immediate return, but it will all be explained this evening. Best have it all out tonight and satisfy everyone's curiosity. I dare say, Lizzy, you will have the greater surprise tonight. Come now girls, let us go in."
Both were stunned speechless by their mother's change in behaviour. Neither dared to question her again as they could not fathom what had caused the change and doubted they would receive any answers. Instead, they settled for discussing their thoughts over a cup of tea in Jane's room after unpacking.
"Why has Mama changed so? Not that the change is not good, but . . ."
Lizzy watched her sister pace back and forth across the room only stopping long enough to take a few sips of her tea before setting down her cup and starting again.
"Jane, I do not know. I am as stunned as you are. I do not think I can recall a time when Mama was genuinely pleased to see me as she was today." She calmly took a sip of her tea.
"I must admit she was happier than I ever recall seeing her and . . . well . . . her nerves have not bothered her once since we arrived home."
Both girls turned at the three sharp knocks only to see the door open and Kitty and Lydia enter without waiting to be asked in, although Kitty stayed by the door.
"We figured you two would be sequestered in here. Have you seen Mama, yet? She is absolutely terrible lately." Lydia complained as she walked over to the bed and flopped down onto it. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and Jane sighed as neither agreed with their youngest sister's estimation of the change in their mother.
"Yes. She met us when we arrived. I have to say that she looked remarkably well and in high spirits so I do not know that could be terrible. How long has she been like this?"
"Naturally, that is not what I meant by terrible after all you have not been here for the past two days. Ever since we came home Thursday afternoon, she has been this way. We walk in the door and she immediately tells us we are not allowed to see the officers or have anything to do with the militia until further notice! We have not even been allowed to leave the house! I think it has something to do with the mysterious surprise we are to have tonight, though I do not know what could be so good about it if it prevents us from visiting the officers. What is worse is that Mrs. Forster sent me a note that actually agreed with Mama and Papa's edict. Fine friend she is to back out when the opposition shows up." Lydia groused while lying on her stomach examining her fingernails in the middle of the bed.
"She even threatened to take us out of society if we misbehave at all tonight! I still do not know what we did to merit that!" Kitty whined standing over by the door.
Elizabeth's eyes widened while Jane gasped. They had never heard of their mother disciplining Lydia or Kitty at all. Neither could imagine her checking their behaviour at all let alone this severely.
"See, even you agree that Mama is too harsh on us and for no reason!" Lydia sat up and crossed her arms in front of her, the very picture of indignation.
"Maybe you think it is for no reason, but everyone knows there is plenty of reason for you to be removed from society," Mary stated from the open doorway startling Kitty causing her to jump and let out a squeal.
"How can you say that? You are jealous because I have always been Mama's favourite." Lydia leaned forward on her hands glaring at her sister.
"Honestly, what does it say for yourself that Mama is now disciplining you? She obviously sees the faults that need amending. You cannot conduct yourself properly in company."
"Look who is talking. You try to show off your musical talents which are sorely lacking."
"At least I do not throw myself at officers and other gentlemen."
"Why you . . ." Lydia began to propel herself off the bed to attack her sister; however, Elizabeth prevented her from going very far by moving in front of her and taking a hold of her arms.
"Both of you stop it at once!" The room fell silent as everyone stared at Jane who looked on the verge of actually becoming angry. "We do not need to start a quarrel before this evening. Lydia, if Mama and Papa have put these restrictions on you, they must have a reason. They would only ever do something to protect and take care of you or any of us. Mary, you need not agree with our sisters' behaviour, but you could express your dislike more considerately."
Mary bowed her head in acquiescence, "I understand and I apologize for creating a scene and upsetting you, Jane. Lydia, I am sorry if I caused you pain; it was not my intention to do so."
"Well, you should be!" The youngest Bennet sniffed and looked away with her nose in the air.
"Lydia!" Jane was shocked that her youngest sister persisted in continuing such conduct.
Before Lydia could reply, a voice interrupted, "Lydia, do you want to be removed from society?" Their mother stood in the doorway behind Mary who moved out of the way when she heard her tone. Mrs. Bennet's hard gaze never deviated from the youngest girl who began to shrink back in horror at her mother's comment.
"N . . . n . . . no, no Mama." Lydia shook her head as she stuttered and looked up at her with fear.
"Then you know what you need to do as we already had this conversation, but if you need another, you may come with me now and I will refresh your memory." There was no leeway in Mrs. Bennet's voice.
Lydia shook her head vehemently. "No, Mama, I remember. I will behave. You will not have any reason to take me out of society."
"Very good. I do not want to do that to you, but the choice is completely yours." She looked around at her other daughters who all had remained silent during the exchange. "I hope the rest of you are enjoying your afternoon?" She smiled at them.
"Yes, Mama." Lizzy answered.
"Excellent. I will leave you to enjoy the rest of your afternoon." After she left, everyone looked at each other not knowing what to make of the scene they witnessed except for Lydia who worried that her mother might come back in at any moment and change her mind about allowing her to continue in society.
Kitty broke the silence, "That is what she has been like. It is so strange to see her like that."
"I still wonder what brought on this transformation," Jane replied as she and Elizabeth returned to their seats.
"Well, I guess we will find out tonight." Elizabeth stared into her cup wondering what was happening to her family.
That evening, Elizabeth followed her mother and sisters into the parlour. There she saw her father standing by the fire place watching the flames while deep in thought. Kitty and Lydia's good behaviour surprised her, but she guessed that the reminder her mother gave them about her warning worked better than anticipated.
Mr. Bennet finally turned around and surveyed the room with a serious expression. "First, let me say this. All of you will remain silent when I start explaining everything. Only once I have finished may you ask questions. Have I made myself clear?"
He nodded as he received a chorus of "Yes, Papa's".
"Good. Now, I have two gentlemen here who are apart of this situation and I expect each of you will conduct yourselves accordingly." Here he frowned at Kitty and Lydia specifically during this last directive. Both girls squirmed being so singled out, but nodded with everyone else.
"All right then." Mr. Bennet walked over to the door that connected the parlour to his library. Opening it, he asked, "Would you gentlemen please join us now?" He stepped back to allow them to enter.
The first man to enter was older, probably in his late sixties; his hair was almost completely light gray and he bore the bearing of a well-to-do gentleman.
Upon the entry of the second gentleman, Elizabeth gasped in surprise and exclaimed, "Colonel Fitzwilliam!"
"Good evening, Miss Elizabeth. It is a pleasure to meet you again. I am sure you are wondering why I am here, but rest assured ou . . . your father will explain in a moment." The Colonel smiled at her, but shifted awkwardly at his near slip.
"I look forward to it." Elizabeth, still in shock, stared at her father who looked amused at her reaction.
"Let me introduce my daughters to you gentlemen. This is Jane, Elizabeth, who one of you has already met, Mary, Kitty and Lydia and you have already met my wife, Fanny. My daughters, this is Lord Fitzwilliam, the Earl of Matlock and Colonel Fitzwilliam." Mr. Bennet gestured to each person with his hand as he introduced them.
Kitty and Lydia's eyes lit up at the mention of a military rank especially with the current shortage of red coats in their lives, but they remained silent. Their mother's threat still stood and being removed from society would limit any chances of meeting nice gentlemen let alone officers. They knew that they would never stand a chance to argue for a reprieve since their mother and father had united against them.
Mr. Bennet continued after everyone finally seated themselves and when he was sure that there was going to be no outburst. "It has come to our attention that we have been misled concerning a certain event that happened twenty-eight years ago. The midwife who was attending your mother and Lady Fitzwilliam at the same time switched the Fitzwilliams' stillborn son with your mother's and my healthy son deliberately."
Everyone remained speechless. Elizabeth's head swung back from her father to the Colonel and her mouth fell open in shock. He met her eyes. She realized that this was why he received that express that day. The more Elizabeth stared at him, the more she recognized the resemblance between him and their father as she now had an opportunity to observe them side by side.
Jane's hand had flown to her mouth as she gasped and her eyes filled with tears. Her eyes travelled to the Earl who she knew, along with his wife, must be deeply hurt by this revelation.
Lydia simply looked put out that the latest officer and the first to be seen in two days was her brother. She immediately lost interest and began inspecting her nails again until her mother cleared her throat and she put her hands back in her lap and stared at the floor.
Mary simply sighed, Another officer. Now we have one in the family. Wonderful. If he is anything like the ones Kitty and Lydia chase after, he is not worth the time to talk to. There will not be much point to spending time with him as there is not with my younger sisters.
Kitty surprised them all with her wide smile, "Welcome to the family! I for one am glad to have a brother."
"Thank you."
"A brother in uniform to rescue us from cousin Collins inheriting Longbourn. It is the next best thing to having a knight in shining armour rescue us. Granted the situation is a little different."
The Colonel looked a little embarrassed even as he smiled. The Earl, however, was struggling to stifle a chuckle that Kitty's unaffected and straightforward honesty had brought out. His twitching lips gave away his amusement.
"Kitty!" Mrs. Bennet who had seated herself quite near her youngest two daughters tried to scold her daughter, but could not as Catherine's comment had broken the tension that had filled the room earlier.
"Mama, I am not misbehaving. I think it is great we have a brother."
"I, for one, find your comment more than entertaining. If you take my advice, young lady, you will keep up speaking your mind to this brother of yours. He is a terrible tease and it will serve him right to have a group of sisters to tease him right back." The Earl's eyes sparkled.
Kitty was stunned to be addressed by the Earl as her other sisters usually caught visitors' attentions, but she recovered quickly and smiled brightly, "I will keep that in mind, sir."
"Oh, no. Now, look what you have done giving them explicit approval to tease me." The Colonel said as he covered his face with his hand.
"Really, Colonel, are you only upset because you are embarrassed or because you can no longer shock anyone by running through the house covered with mud any more."
"I should never have told you about that."
"How did you know about that, Miss Elizabeth?" The Earl asked curious as to how she knew about Richard's childhood escapades.
"His last day at Rosings, we met while walking. He decided to give me the special tour of the grounds by regaling me with the tales associated with each spot he pointed out."
"Ah, then you should have him tell you about his food adventures."
"Food adventures?"
"No, they are not food adventures, merely mishaps in the search for food." The Colonel interjected.
"Either way they sound interesting, I would love to hear your stories of our brother's childhood, sir."
"And I will be glad to impart them to you." Lord Fitzwilliam smiled.
"I knew it was a mistake to let you two meet. Miss Elizabeth is going to gain far too much ammunition for her impertinent sense of humour."
Meanwhile, Mr. Bennet had crossed the room and stood next to his wife. Watching the banter continue, he leaned down and whispered, "I hope you did not seat Elizabeth next to the Earl. It would not do to have our son deal with Lizzy at full force with such an advantage."
Mrs. Bennet leaned closer and replied, "No. I placed her next to Richard who is next to me. I thought he could use a friendly face as a dinner partner. Now, I am not so sure that was wise. The Earl is next to you and across from Jane. It also puts him next to Kitty, which I had originally worried about, but now I think they will get along fine. Though, I am concerned that she will be encouraged to tease her new brother."
"That may not be all bad either."
Observing that the friendly teasing looked to continue indefinitely, Mr. Bennet realized he must redirect the conversation back to finish with the last important announcement for the evening.
"Ahem. I wish I did not have to disrupt this pleasant banter, but we do have a few other issues to discuss. Perhaps we can continue these conversations over dinner."
"I apologize, Mr. Bennet. It is my fault for the detour as I enjoy the fact that Richard will have some sisters with the nerve to tease him back. We do indeed have more to disclose."
"Now, you should be aware that the Colonel and Lord Fitzwilliam will be coming to stay here as of Monday morning for about a week before returning to London to inform the rest of the Fitzwilliam family. I recommend we all spend this time well in getting to know them." Mr. Bennet addressed the room.
Kitty grinned, obviously happy to have the chance to get to know her new brother. Jane, Elizabeth and Mary simply nodded. Lydia continued to stare at the floor earning a glare from her mother.
"Papa, may we ask questions now?" Mary enquired.
"Yes, what is your question?"
"What proof do we have that the switch actually took place?"
The Earl answered first, "I was contacted by the former midwife not long ago. She admitted to the switch and gave me many reasons and expressed her regrets over the action. Combined with the fact that your brother and father resemble each other so greatly, it left little doubt as to the truth of the matter. Other reasons exist to believe this, but I would rather not discuss them."
"I am also aware of these other reasons and can assure you as to their validity. Now, are there any other questions?"
After a few moments silence, Elizabeth answered, "I think we are all still adjusting to this new situation, so it may be a little while before we can form our questions and thoughts on it."
Jane nodded in agreement with her sister's assessment of the situation.
"Then, my dear, will you see if dinner is ready and we can continue our earlier banter at the dinner table."
Almost everyone thought dinner that night was an undeniable success. Edmund Fitzwilliam enjoyed entertaining his dinner partners with tales of Richard's childhood and youth. He appreciated Miss Bennet's genuine expression of compassion for his and his wife's current circumstances.
Jane enjoyed conversing with the Earl and hearing about her brother.
Kitty was enthralled listening to the stories the Earl told of her brother's escapades. She even managed to ask a few questions.
The poor Colonel had to endure Elizabeth's teasing and continual prodding about the 'food adventures.' However, he did manage to escape after awhile be striking up a conversation with Mary across from him. She found that she enjoyed her brother's conversation and discovered that he was an excellent debating partner when she brought up some serious issues.
Mr. and Mrs. Bennet contributed here and there, but preferred to enjoy the fact that their family had accepted the situation so well.
The only one who did not find pleasure that evening was Lydia who had been trapped between Mary and Kitty. With Mary and Elizabeth engrossed in conversation on some tiresome subject with the Colonel, she could not join them. Normally, she would have been satisfied to talk with Kitty, but she had ignored her, instead wanting to listen to the Earl's stories. So, she sat there picking at her food wishing for the night to end.
As the evening came to a close, everyone, except for Lydia, was pleased that the Earl and their brother would come to Longbourn after Church the next day and would move in on Monday.
Chapter 6
Sunday almost passed by without incident. For the most part, the Bennets, including the Colonel and the Earl of Matlock, enjoyed the clear skies, bright sunshine and fresh air. However Catherine alerted everyone to one concern when she started describing the possible reactions of their neighbors to the news of the ‘new Bennet.’ Mary’s response only amplified the issue. Each realized they had to avoid any introductions especially to the Lucases as they were sure to write Mr. Collins who would then inform Lady Catherine. As the Fitzwilliams had yet to inform their family, this situation needed to be avoided. No one wanted an irate Lady Catherine showing up on the doorstep of Longbourn 1 . Everyone, except Lydia, immediately agreed to a quick exit from the Church Service in order to avoid the introductions. Both Mr. and Mrs. Bennet tired quickly of her petulant and childish behavior resulting in the threat of removal from society and being sent away to either Mr. Bennet's widowed elder sister and her two daughters or to school.
Concern over Lydia’s ability to keep her word caused everyone to remain anxious throughout the entire Church Service. As soon as the Service ended, Colonel Fitzwilliam and the Earl slipped out. The Bennets all bustled out leaving Sir William and Lady Lucas looking taken aback at their hurried behavior.
Mrs. Philips frowned at their actions and would have approached them if her husband had not demanded her attention. Most of the Bennets were thankful that everyone else was occupied with various conversations.
Almost as soon as they had entered the house, the Bennets released a collective sigh. The anxiety of the morning diminished as they all settled down in the parlor. Various topics of conversation were interspersed with music played by both Mary and Elizabeth. At one point, the Earl suggested that Richard should demonstrate his skill at the piano forte for his family on some occasion. Richard simply groaned and covered his face knowing now he could not get out of a performance for Kitty and Mary were smiling and expressing their delight at such an event. When Elizabeth started to tease him a little, he begged for an excuse to go to the library, much to the amusement of the other two gentlemen.
The gentleman did not remain apart for more than half an hour. It was not long after rejoining the ladies that dinner was served. Each enjoyed the conversation and the Colonel endured his younger sisters' enthusiasm and Elizabeth’s teasing. As they intended to move to Longbourn the next morning, the Colonel and the Earl left only half an hour after dinner.
Monday, unfortunately, started off with distant thunder and a decided drizzle. Arriving at Longbourn before breakfast, the Earl and Colonel Fitzwilliam joined the family for breakfast while their trunks were brought in.
The meal passed rather unremarkably as most of those at the table were still sleepy eyed from arising earlier than usual. Only Elizabeth, Mr. Bennet, Richard and the Earl were awake enough to hold a decent conversation. Half way through the meal, Kitty blinked and looked around and frowned, “Where is Lydia?”
“She refused to come down earlier, so I let her remain in bed and ordered a tray to be brought up to her when she awoke. She will have to adjust to an earlier meal time with the rest of us.” Mrs. Bennet simply shook her head and returned her attention to picking at her food which had cooled on the plate. She did not know what she could do to help her youngest child, the one she had spoiled so much.
Just as everyone entered the parlor after breakfast, the room darkened as the storm that had only threatened earlier came on full force. The thunder boomed and rolled while a flash of lightning briefly lit the room and the rain pounded against the roof and windows. Kitty jumped and grabbed Elizabeth’s arm as she gasped in fright. Richard noticed his little sister’s sudden pallor and shaking and frowned in concern.
Hill entered with a candle and another servant came over to start the fire.
“I’m sorry ma’am. It was not so dark a few moments ago.” Hill apologized as she moved to light all the lamps in the room. Quickly the room became a little more cheerful as the room brightened.
“That’s alright, Hill. Thank you, we did not realize how dark it was going to be either.” Mrs. Bennet smiled at the housekeeper who still found it difficult to react to this new Mrs. Bennet.
“Thank you, ma’am.”
As soon as Hill and the other servant left, Mr. Bennet turned to the Earl, “It seems you made it here just in time. This looks to be a bad storm.”
“Indeed. I do not think I have seen one this bad in quite a while.” Both gentlemen shared a look obviously recalling the night Richard had been born though many storms of equal caliber had occurred in the intervening years.
Mr. Bennet and Lord Fitzwilliam chose to remain in the parlor rather than retreat to the Library as neither wished to completely abandon Richard to the ladies. Each took a seat near the one window only to be joined by Elizabeth, Kitty and the Colonel. Mary picked up a book and seated herself near a light while Jane and Mrs. Bennet picked up some embroidery. Everyone, though, remained seated closely together in the one corner of the room.
Seeing that Kitty remained frightened , Elizabeth addressed the Earl, “Would you be willing to share any more about those food adventures you mentioned earlier? I am sure we would all like to hear them. Kitty specifically mentioned them to me last night.”
Kitty perked up a little at hearing of the topic and the Earl smiled and agreed. He recognized that the girl needed a distraction from the storm. Watching his sister react, Richard was too concerned over seeing Kitty ’s continued shaking to be annoyed at the renewed topic.
“Of course. I would be glad to share them with you. Well, when Richard was about five years old, we realized that he just might eat us out of house and home. He ate so much, we feared he would get sick. However, he never did. It was a couple of years later – at least I think so – and he was seven years old when he had his first adventure. In the middle of the night, he decided he needed an extra snack. At that time he had a bit of a sweet tooth and went right for the cookie jar which was left on the one counter. Well, being a bit short, he tried to reach for it, but . . .” The Earl trailed off as Kitty jumped and buried her head in Elizabeth’s shoulder as another crack of thunder rolled overhead. Elizabeth held her close and started whispering calming words to her little sister who continued to whimper and cry. She glanced up to see the concern etched into her brother’s face.
Richard looked at his sister wishing there was something he could do to alleviate her fear. Shaking his head, he tried to think of anything to help her especially something she could participate in.
Everyone’s face expressed concern for Kitty’s distress. Just as the Earl was about to ask what was wrong, Mrs. Bennet spoke up.
“Kitty has always feared thunderstorms especially ones like these. I only wish I knew how to comfort her during these.” Even more quietly, almost to the point of not being heard, she added, “And I wish I had tried harder to allay her fears.” Tears filled her eyes as the helplessness she felt toward helping her daughter overwhelmed her.
Richard looked from his mother to his sister and closed his eyes for a moment before turning to Kitty with a small smile. “Well, I guess now would be an opportune time for me to demonstrate my skills at the piano. Kitty, would you help turn the pages so that I can see if I can compete with this storm for attention?”
Looking up from her sister’s shoulder, she began to shake her head before she noticed the pout-begging expression on her brother’s face and she let out a snort as she tried to contain her laugh.
Sitting back with a rather indignant look, Richard looked at her as a small smile tugged at his mouth, “What is there to laugh at? I did not realize the suggestion of my playing was laughable.”
Kitty shook her head vigorously, “Oh, no . . . it is not that . . . it is just that you looked so . . . so . . . ridiculous just then.”
“Now, what was there to look ridiculous about?”
“Well, the expression . . . it reminded me of . . . of Mariah Lucas’ puppy. It looks the same way when it wants something, but I have to say the look fits the puppy better than you.”
“What?!” The Colonel responded in a still indignant tone, although his mirth shone in his eyes.
“I am sorry, but you just look so funny scrunching up your face like that. I almost expected you to start whining like Mariah’s puppy.”
By this time everyone was shaking with laughter picturing the Colonel doing just that.
“Alright then, I leave it to the puppy, but will you please help turn the pages so I do not have to repeat it again? Please?”
“Alright.” Kitty nodded her head and pulled away from Lizzy and both walked over to the piano where he asked her which piece of music to play and after she had chosen he played while she turned the pages.
Everyone was delighted with the performance even when the thunder drowned out the music. So focused was she on her brother’s performance and turning the pages, that Kitty quite forgot her fear, though she did jump from time to time when the thunder boomed.
“Oh, I wish I could play like that. I wish I had tried to learn when Papa hired a music teacher when I was little.” Kitty’s shoulders drooped at thinking about how many opportunities she lost in following Lydia around so often. The Colonel saw this and not wanting his little sister to feel so dejected made a decision.
“How would you like to start learning now? I’ll teach you.”
Kitty’s eye’s lit up, and a small smile appeared, “Really?” When her brother nodded she flung her arms around him much to his surprise. “Oh, thank you, brother. Thank you.”
Mary rolled her eyes and muttered, “How like Kitty to become interested in music because of a red coat even if he is our brother.” Mr. Bennet shot Lizzy an amused look as they both were seated close enough to overhear the comment. She simply shook her head and smiled slightly.
For the rest of the morning, Colonel Fitzwilliam found himself instructing Kitty on the piano. Eventually, Mary joined them and asked for some instruction too as she knew her own playing was lacking. Realizing too late that he had opened a fine kettle of fish, he consented. It was not that he did not want to teach Mary too, but that he knew he would find himself at the piano for most of the next few days and no doubt often after his return. Finally, he asked Elizabeth to help him as he knew she played better than she would admit. Elizabeth took pity on her new brother and joined them even though she enjoyed watching the situation.
Shortly before lunch, Lydia came down and stood stock still in the doorway to the parlor. She was stunned seeing Kitty laughing during the storm where she had always been frightened before. When she saw their brother there, she frowned and then lifted her head and flounced over to the piano. “Well, it seems you are all enjoying yourselves even with this storm. Really Kitty, give up on this instrument and play cards with me.” Lydia took hold of Kitty’s arm and started to pull her away. However, Kitty remained firm in her position and refused to budge.
“No. I do not want to play cards. I prefer to learn to play the piano. My brother has offered to teach me and I will not give up the opportunity as I did before. Ask someone else to play cards or finish trimming that bonnet you haven’t finished.”
Before she could recover from her sister’s outright refusal to do as she wanted, Lydia heard hear mother speak.
“She’s right Lydia. You may ask anyone else to play with you or you can find some other activity to occupy you, but you do not drag a sister away from something they are working on.” Mrs. Bennet looked her youngest right in the eye knowing she might hurt her daughter, but also knowing that she needed a little disciplining sooner rather than later.
Lydia’s jaw dropped. Never had she been so adamantly refused by Kitty and then told no by Mama before. She looked first from Kitty to Mama and back again. Recovering from her shock, she straightened her shoulders and raised her chin. “Well, it seems I have been replaced. I will go finish that novel in my room so I do not have to hear any ill played notes to distract me.” With that, she flounced back out of the room.
The Colonel noticed the tears well up in Kitty’s eyes. “Do not mind her. You should have heard me when I first learned to play. I was dreadful. Just ask my brother. Charles always complained about how terrible I sounded.” Shaking his head, he then raised his hand by his mouth, leaned in and stage-whispered, “And then Mama and Papa would remind him about how horrible he had been when he had begun learning.”
Kitty laughed and wiped the tears away. “Thank you.”
After breaking for lunch, they returned to the parlor as the rain had not eased. Edmund Fitzwilliam and Mr. Bennet retreated to the study for a quiet game of chess. Much to their amusement, Richard joined them shortly after.
“So you could not stand to be alone with five women for long could you?” Mr. Bennet’s eyes twinkled.
“Actually, no, but I can understand the appeal for the library at times. What I really wanted to ask was about informing the family about Wickham. I would rather not disrupt the pleasant atmosphere we have, but I would rather get this over with sooner rather than later.”
Mr. Bennet looked down contemplating the situation. “They should be told soon, however, you might want to inform Lizzy first. Wickham approached her first and divulged his version of events with Mr. Darcy to her 2. I think it would be best to talk to her now, then you can deal with any questions she might have.”
“I know now is a perfect opportunity, but I do not know where I could speak to her privately.”
Frowning, Mr. Bennet sighed, “Well, I guess we will have to forego the ‘quiet’ game of chess then. We will continue our game in the parlor and send Elizabeth in here to you. Let us know when you are ready to inform the rest of the family.”
“Thank you. I will. It will be a relief to get this over with.”
“Alright, wait here and she will be right in.”
The Earl and Mr. Bennet left and a few minutes later, Elizabeth walked in.
“Papa said you needed to speak with me. What is it?”
Richard shifted uncomfortably, “Elizabeth, come and sit down. I have some unpleasant news to impart to you.”
Elizabeth sat down facing her brother and waited for him to continue. What could be bothering you brother? You will not meet my eyes and keeping shifting uncomfortably. Whatever it is, it must be serious.
Looking his sister in the eye, he spoke. “I must ask you to let me finish what I have to say. There is much to be said and I wish to be done with this.”
“Alright.”
“Good. I know you have recently been acquainted with George Wickham.” He paused as he saw his sister purse her lips and sit back obviously ready to be difficult. Richard sighed. He only hoped he could convince her and the only way he could do that by laying all the truth out before her. So, he told her everything involving Wickham and his cousins 3 . Richard watched as his sister grew less and less obstinate. He had seen her become doubtful when she heard of Darcy’s connection to the situations and obviously thought that he had simply defended his former cousin. However, when she heard about Georgiana, she closed her eyes and covered her mouth with her hand.
“Richard, I am so sorry. He was so believable.”
Reaching over and taking her hand, Richard interrupted, “Wickham has always been so. Many people have been taken in by Wickham. You are not alone, but you have been affected less than most others, thankfully. I made sure to inform Colonel Forster about him and he promised that Wickham will be kept busy until his transfer goes through. I did not want Wickham to get wind of my real family and target you all. While I do not think he could have convinced you, he might have one of our younger sisters especially Lydia. It would be just like him to try and hurt Darcy or me that way.”
“And Lydia always likes a Red coat. I still feel awful about how I acted and how I treated Mr. Darcy. He must truly hate me then.”
Richard raised an eyebrow, Now why are you so concerned about Darcy’s feelings toward you instead of focusing on Wickham’s deceit?, “I wouldn’t say hate. Definitely not.” He watched as his sister frowned.
“Well dislike then. He made that clear from our first meeting. 4”
Turning his head for a moment before returning to stare at his sister, Richard frowned. Oh, oh. Maybe this might tell me why she truly dislikes Darcy. Oh, Cousin, what did you do now? “What do you mean?”
“Among other things, he called me ‘tolerable’ at the Meryton Assembly. 4”
Richard groaned, Darcy did you have to insult my sister? Cousin, you will apologize the next time you see Lizzy. “He should not have done that. I’m guessing he was in a foul mood for having left Georgiana for the first time since the Incident. Add that in with being constantly in the company of Miss ‘I-will-be-mistress-of-Pemberley’ Bingley and it is no wonder he was in a bad mood. I am sorry, Elizabeth and I can assure you that Darcy regrets it. He did not say so, but I know him well enough to know that he probably regretted it the moment it left his mouth.” Pausing he looked at his sister considering before continuing, “Actually, I know that Darcy thinks very highly of you.”
Elizabeth could not keep the smile from threatening to appear on her face, Oh I can well believe that Caroline wants to marry Mr. Darcy. However, I must sincerely disagree about your assessment of your cousin’s feelings.
“Hardly, we have not gotten along at all. All we did the entire time of our acquaintance is argue.”
“That is probably one of the reasons Darcy likes you. You never tried to garner his attention or chase after his money. Trust me, Darcy has an excellent opinion of you.” Richard smiled inwardly as he noticed the blush start to rise in his sister’s cheeks.
“Well, that may be, but it does not matter. Thank you for warning me about Wickham. Are you intending on informing the rest of our sisters?” Desperately not wanting to discuss Mr. Darcy anymore, Elizabeth changed the subject.
“Yes. In fact I would like to inform them now. I only wanted to speak to you first, since you are the one Wickham chose to go after 2.”
“Thank you, again, shall we?”
They returned to the parlor where everyone’s attention was asked for and Lydia summoned.
After hearing an edited version of the story Elizabeth just heard, each were shocked. Jane covered her mouth, hardly able to believe someone could be so terrible. Kitty and Mary looked relieved that she now knew about it and that Wickham would no longer be in the area soon. Lydia was outraged. So that is why I had to remain home and not meet with the officers. Because of that man! Well, I am glad he is going away soon. I never want to see that man again, he should not be an officer.
Things became a slightly less strained as Lydia directed her rebellion and anger at Wickham instead of at her brother and family for her restrictions. She stayed in the parlor, taking up different activities, though she could be heard mumbling about how Wickham was to blame for her not seeing the officers.
The rest of the day passed relatively peacefully.
Chapter 7
Tuesday remained as stormy as the day before. The wind howled; the thunder crashed and rolled; the lightning flashed and the rain poured. Looking out the windows in the parlor, Elizabeth wished she could take one of her long walks especially after the long night she had had. After everyone had retired for the evening, Kitty came into her room clearly upset by the storm and asked if she could stay with Lizzy. So they stayed up talking until they finally fell asleep.
“Wishing you could be outside?”
Elizabeth turned to see her brother come up beside her and look out.
“Yes. It is days like this where I cannot get out that are so frustrating.”
“Especially when you have thoughts you want to mull over, Hmmm?”
“Indeed. . .” Before she could finish, Kitty, who seemed less afraid of the storm than usual, came bursting in.
“Come on, breakfast is waiting for the two of you.”
“We are coming.” Elizabeth looked at her brother before following their sister out.
At breakfast, conversation was again slow to start. The smell of eggs and sweet rolls distracted everyone by reminding them of their hunger. Lydia did not attend again.
Eventually, various conversations started. Lord Matlock and Mary discussed some particular issue. Kitty and Mr. Bennet talked of more formal music lessons for her as both realized that Richard would have other responsibilities that would detract from her lessons. Mrs. Bennet and Jane quietly discussed how she felt about Mr. Bingley. This left Elizabeth and Richard to talk which was what he had hoped for.
“Elizabeth, is something wrong? I have noticed Jane always appears a little sad. I mean that I have noticed she is a little slower to laugh among other things. What causes her so much sadness?”
Glancing at her sister, Elizabeth bit her lip. What do I tell him? I know he is our brother, but would Jane appreciate me telling him?
“Jane is in love with a gentleman who visited last fall. He left suddenly and she has been given reason to believe he may have an attachment elsewhere.5 & 10”
Richard’s eyebrows reached for his hairline as he leaned back in his seat, Darcy, if Elizabeth confirms that the gentleman is Mr. Bingley, you and I are going to have a serious conversation. There is absolutely nothing ‘objectionable’6 to Jane.
“Would this gentleman . . . would he happen to be Mr. Bingley?”
Blinking Elizabeth looked up, “Why yes, how did you know?” Shaking her head and her hand, she continued before he could answer, “Oh, yes, I forgot, Mr. Darcy must have told you being cousins.”
Clenching his jaw, Richard pursed his lips before taking a deep breath to calm himself. Darcy, it seems we are going to have to have that little talk after all, are we not?
“Indeed. Darcy did tell me though one thing is not quite clear. Who would tell our sister, or at least imply, that Bingley is attached to another lady? From what I heard he has hardly attended any events except those with close friends and has been quite depressed.”
“Caroline mentioned her hope to soon call Miss Darcy her sister after being in company with them 5.”
Frowning as he tried to make the connection, Richard rolled his eyes and pursed his lips as he finally figured it out. “Typical. Miss Bingley is so desirous to become the Mistress of Pemberley that she no doubt wishes for a match between her brother and Georgiana 5. Little does she know that would never happen. I may not know Mr. Bingley as well as my cousin, but I recall overhearing Mr. Bingley mention how he wished his sisters were more like Georgiana. I know it might be hard to believe that Mr. Bingley could ever speak that way about anyone, but even he recognizes his sisters' faults even if he hardly ever addresses them.”
Feeling slightly relieved about Mr. Bingley’s feelings and her brother’s similarity in thought on the subject as herself 5, Elizabeth still frowned in concern, “But what of Miss Darcy? How does she feel?”
Her brother nodded in understanding, “She told me she considers Mr. Bingley to be another older brother. I doubt she will attach herself to Bingley because she does not wish to be connected to Caroline Bingley. Poor Georgiana has had to endure the woman’s feigned friendship with her just so that Miss Bingley can curry favor with Darcy. Georgiana even confessed to me, as her cousin and guardian 3 & 6, her fear of Darcy marrying Miss Bingley because she could tell Miss Bingley did not really care for her or her brother. Georgiana is positively terrified over it. If only Miss Bingley knew that she was the detriment to her own plans. Darcy does not like anyone who trifles with his sister’s feelings and uses her to get to him.”
“Why has not Mr. Darcy discouraged her more thoroughly?”
“Well, he has tried to be gentle about it by showing her no undue attention. He does not want to hurt Bingley through his sister, so he tries to be nice about it. However, I think the only way the woman will let go of her dream will be the day, Darcy marries another. I almost told him to go ahead and agree to Lady Catherine’s plan and marry cousin Anne 1, 2 & 7 just to get rid of Miss Bingley, however, I thought of the repercussions of Lady Catherine getting into Pemberley and shuddered. I also held my tongue when I learned that Darcy’s affections lie elsewhere.”
He added the last as he glanced at his sister and saw no reaction or curiosity.
“I had heard about the arranged engagement between Miss de Bourgh and Mr. Darcy 1, 2 & 7 . Is it not a settled issue?”
“No. It never was as no formal written agreement was ever written. Besides neither wish to marry each other at all. On the other hand, my Aunt,” Richard stopped for a moment before letting out a relieved chuckle, “or I should say my former Aunt, thankfully, enjoys being in control. She dreams of installing her daughter at Pemberley so that she can take over running it her way. She has wanted to do that since George and Anne Darcy told her in no uncertain terms that they managed Pemberley and if she felt the need to be in charge of something again she could end her visit and return to Rosings. I guess you might say Lady Catherine did not take that very well. Thus, ever since, she has pushed for an alliance between Rosings and Pemberley.”
“Oh.”
“It is rather frustrating to Darcy. He tried to tell his Aunt that he would never marry Anne, however, Lady Catherine became incensed and although Darcy never backed away from his point she eventually fell back into her plans of the match. So, Darcy ignores her and lets her think and dream knowing that she is going to get an awful shock when reality sets in.”
“What about Miss de Bourgh?”
“She only wishes that Darcy will find a nice young woman and settle down so that her mother will stop pestering her about it. Anne has no desire to marry for the sake of getting married or increasing one’s wealth. She has been ill all her life and would rather not marry unless it is for love or at the very least a deep affection. She and I agree that she deserves some happiness in her life.”
“I cannot say I disagree.”
Raising an eyebrow at his sister’s statement, Richard became curious. “Really?”
“Really.”
“So if you had a choice between a comfortable match and a gentleman who truly liked you, how would you feel?”
“It is not quite so simple to answer as it would depend upon the second gentleman’s behavior and attitude.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, the gentleman would have to be honorable first and foremost. After that he would have to at least tolerate my family. I know Mama has changed, however Lydia still has not. If he is too easily offended 8 to stay around me because of my sister, then I have no use for him. After all, he would not be courting my sister and would not be in her presence at all times. Not to mention that she is my sister and I am of the opinion that every family has a member they would much rather not mention or visit.”
Richard laughed openly, “I agree with that, though I, in some ways, prefer Lydia’s attitude to Lady Catherine’s. Lydia is just boisterous, currently jealous and these could be changed with a little work as she is still young. Lady Catherine on the other hand is plain overbearing and stubborn. Not a good combination.”
“Oh, I agree.” Elizabeth’s mirth faded as she paused, “Richard, could you tell Jane what you just told me about Mr. Bingley. It would also put her mind at ease.”
“Of course, as soon as the opportunity presents itself. In fact, when I go to London, I will try to let Bingley know. I am sure I will be able to inform him and naturally as he is acquainted with my sisters, I think I have the right to check on any potential suitors for my sisters.”
Both shared a look of amusement, although Elizabeth’s bore an air of exasperation at her now overprotective brother.
“I know it will please Jane. I think after breakfast would be best to let her know if you can get her away from everyone else.”
“I will see what I can do. Though somehow I doubt that . . . ah . . . the study will be available to me. I do not think they cared for playing chess in the parlor especially when Kitty and Mary started asking if they could learn.”
Elizabeth smiled and laughed slightly, “No, I do not think so. I saw Papa sigh and the Earl shake his head when they noticed how both our sisters were eyeing the chess board with no little curiosity. You seem to have sparked an interest in learning with them.”
“I think that now they have a brother they feel the need to compete. I know my sister-in-law . . .errr…. Charles Fitzwilliam’s wife, Alice, was very competitive with her brothers.”
“Ahem. Are the two of you going to join us in the parlor or are you two going to continue pushing food around your plates while chatting?” The Earl asked with a smile.
Neither had noticed how quiet the room had become or when everyone else had left the table. Seeing that they were the only two left, each stood slowly as they looked at each other in embarrassment.
Finally Richard spoke up, “We are coming. We did not notice that breakfast was over.”
“Obviously. You two were so engrossed in your conversation that you would not have noticed if an elephant walked in.” Mr. Bennet smiled, happy to see his favorite daughter getting along so well with his son.
“I just hope it was more pleasant because I am sure I heard my sister’s name come up. You are not telling tales about us are you Richard?” Edward Fitzwilliam teased.
“No and do not get miffed if I do. You have been telling Kitty all about my so called escapades as a child.” Nodding his head emphatically, Richard stared determinedly at his adoptive father, though he was not able to prevent the corners of his mouth to twitch upward. His sister and father grinned openly at each other during the exchange.
“Alright then, let us join the others.” The Earl was pleased to see the family accepting his adoptive son.
The next couple of hours were spent in various activities. Kitty had immediately set upon asking her brother to help her on the piano again and Mary had joined them. Richard soon found himself abandoned with them as he watched both his father and the Earl retreat to the Library for another game of chess and conversation. Jane embroidered while talking with Mama and Elizabeth, although Mrs. Bennet and Elizabeth were the main participants with Jane adding a little here and a little there.
For the second day, Lydia did not appear as she remained in her room fuming over the fact that she would have to get up early if she were to eat with everyone else. She highly disliked eating alone. This morning increased her ill-temper due to thoughts of how Wickham was responsible for their remaining at home because of her parents’ over-protectiveness of their daughters in the presence of such a horrid individual. Well, Mr. Wickham, you had best stay clear of me because if I ever see you again I will tell you exactly what I think of you. It is your fault we are trapped here in this house and cannot see the other officers. I miss Denny and Captain Carter and Saunderson and . . . and . . . Oh, I miss all of them.
For the rest of the morning, Lydia continued to remain in her room mulling over her thoughts thinking herself heartbroken over not seeing any of the officers for what seemed like forever to her.
Just before noon, the rain eased and the sun peaked through a crack in the clouds. Seeing the sunshine over the yard cheered everyone, Jane and Kitty especially.
Truly relaxing completely after the past couple days of stormy weather, Kitty moved to sit on the settee and place her head on the arm. It only took a couple of moments before she was fast asleep. It amused everyone at how quickly she fell asleep and although they wished she could be moved to her room so she could be more comfortable and not take a chance on awaking with discomfort from her position, they all agreed to let her alone instead of awakening her.
Jane, on the other hand, continued to look out the window from the moment the sun first shone through the clouds. Turning to Elizabeth, she stood up.
“Lizzy, I am going to go out to the garden for a moment and check on the flowers. One of the roses we planted last year did not look too well and I fear the storm might have finished it.”
“Alright Jane, do you want me to come too?” She started to put down her own embroidery as she said this only to be stopped by Jane’s words.
“No, I’ll be only a moment.”
Looking up from his instructing Mary on the piano, he saw Jane leave. Catching Elizabeth’s eye, he excused himself from his other sister and walked over to her.
“Now is a good time to speak to Jane while she is in the garden. Hurry.” She tilted her head toward the door as she spoke urging her brother more.
“Alright.”
Richard quickly grabbed his coat and hurried out to the garden where he could see his sister, Jane, looking over some of the plants. On his way to her he mulled over how he should proceed in bringing up the subject. He only wanted to assure her of what he knew to have occurred and counteract some of the misconceptions formed by a certain lady. He hoped he would not be giving his sister any hopes that could not be fulfilled as that would only lead to greater grief later on.
Hearing someone approach, Jane looked up and smiled when she saw her brother, “Richard, what are you doing out here? I thought Mary was keeping you occupied as a music teacher?”
“She was, but I needed to get out of the house for a few minutes. Do you mind if I join you out here?”
“No, of course not.” Noticing her brother’s preoccupation with something, Jane, who always loved to help, decided to question him. “Would you like to talk about something? You look like you have something on your mind.”
“Indeed. Umm. . . . I was hoping to talk to you about something, I believe you know the Bingleys?” Richard was thankful for the opening his sister provided and watched as she paled before answering. Wincing internally, Oh, Jane. You really are hurt over this situation. Well, maybe I can alleviate the situation my over-concerned, though not very observant cousin has created. I am sure, Darcy, that you have more of the responsibility than even you might realize at the moment.
Shaking a little, Jane composed herself. “We became acquainted with Mr. Bingley and his sisters last autumn when he leased Netherfield 9. What is it you wish to know about them?” Suddenly panicking a little she turned more to her brother, “Nothing has happened to Cha . . . Mr. Bingley and his sisters, has there?”
Seeing his sister’s quickly escalating alarm, he reached out and put his hand on her arm to calm her. Speaking steadily and meeting her eye, he calmly explained, “Jane, they are all right. Nothing has happened to the Bingley’s that I know of. You do not need to be upset.” Stopping long enough to witness her relaxing, he continued, “My concern and questions are on the behalf of my former cousin, Miss Darcy, who is still under my guardianship. I have discovered that Caroline Bingley has been making implications involving my former cousins the Darcys and I was wondering, if your acquaintance with her might allow you to confirm or deny some of the statements. You see, neither Darcy who shares guardianship with me3 & 6, nor I want any form of rumors about her starting before she is even out in society. Please, I hope I am not asking you to betray a confidence, but I do need to know.”
“I understand. Caroline Bingley insinuated that she was soon to have Miss Darcy as a sister. She implied that there was an attachment between her and Mr. Bingley5 & 10.” Each word became more difficult as she discussed her Mr. Bingley and her brother did not miss it.
“I see. So, my information was correct. Darcy will not be happy to hear about this. Miss Bingley has finally overstepped herself this time.”
“What do you mean? There is no attachment. Could it not be that she might have been mistaken?”
Richard smiled inside as he noticed the warring emotions of hope and her nature to never put someone down played on her face.
“Miss Bingley is not simply mistaken. She deliberately stated an untruth. You see Miss Darcy has told both Darcy and myself that she sees Mr. Bingley as another older brother as he is a close friend of her brother’s. Georgiana especially has no interest in creating a closer connection because dislikes Miss Bingley’s insincere flattery and attempts to use her to gain Darcy’s approval and attention. I can also assure you that Mr. Bingley only sees Miss Darcy as a little sister based on his own words and that of Darcy as well.”
All throughout his speech, Richard could see his sister’s countenance turn from sad to slightly hopeful.
“Caroline wrote of being often in company with the Darcys 5 & 10.”
“I have no doubt Caroline instigated much of it. I do not know how many times Darcy visited my par . . . errr . . . his Aunt and Uncle just to avoid having to continually have dinner or attend parties where she would try to monopolize his attention. I know that he spent a great deal of time with Mr. Bingley as they have been long time friends. At the same time, Mr. Bingley does spend extra time with Darcy asking advice on handling an estate as he is rather new at it and Darcy has had to run Pemberley for the last five years 3. Bingley did not have the opportunity of learning from his father as Darcy had. Although it may seem surprising, Darcy does take some advice from Mr. Bingley at times. I remember Darcy telling me one time where Bingley dropped in one morning unexpectedly to warn Darcy of his sister’s plans for a party where all her well-to-do friends would be attending. He even recommended that Darcy find the first invitation he could in order to avoid having to accept his sister’s. Darcy did not let the opportunity go to waste and garnered an invitation from his Aunt and Uncle before receiving Caroline’s invitation. Although she could not say anything to him, I gathered she was quite angry about his non-attendance. However, except for these instances there were hardly any parties or social interaction between the Darcy’s and Bingley’s especially since their return from Hertfordshire.”
Although pleased that there was no attachment between Mr. Bingley and Miss Darcy, Jane still felt a modicum of concern over the gentleman’s treatment of Miss Bingley, “That does seem a little unkind to Caroline though.”
Closing his eyes in frustration, Richard sighed and then looked back at his sister.
“Jane, I know you never want to think ill of anyone and it is a good thing to be that way, but please, take a little advice, I have known Darcy a long time. Normally, he would not act like this, but when being pursued by a woman who is only interested in his money and estate, who refuses to comprehend his disinterest and polite refusals of her wishes, then he should be allowed some leniency on his methods of escape. Caroline Bingley set her cap on his money and Pemberley, not on Darcy. She is after the position and it would be better for her to drop this unattractive pursuit and look for another match.”
“I understand. While I already understood her dislike of myself and my family, I did not imagine her so . . . so . . .”
“Greedy?”
“Well, grasping, as all that.” She looked down at her hands with a few tears in her eyes.
Taking his sister’s hand in his, Richard asked her to look up at him.
“Please, do not give up hope about Mr. Bingley, Jane. Now that you are aware of what kind of person Miss Bingley really is, you may believe that Mr. Bingley may very well care for you yet. She wants to make as many high-society connections as possible and cares naught for her brother’s happiness.”
Jane looked up at her brother as she noticed details in his questioning and his implication of her feelings that he could not have observed himself, “How did you know?”
“Elizabeth told me when I asked why you always seemed so sad. I do not think she would have been as willing to reveal it if it were not for my connections to the Darcy’s which provided me with the possible knowledge to either confirm or deny Miss Bingley’s intimations .”
“Oh.”
“Jane, do not give up hope. I am sure that Mr. Bingley will return as much in love with you as he was before. Before you ask, I heard Darcy mention that Bingley has acted quite disheartened and has hardly attended any events except those either his sisters or Darcy has dragged him to after his return to Town. Instead of thinking of the hurt of the loss of Mr. Bingley’s company and all the uncertainties, think that the distance and the amount of time passed may have only ensured that he cares for you rather than some idle inclination during his stay in the country.”
Jane smiled, “Thank you. You are a wonderful brother. It is good to have hope.” With that she reached over and hugged her new brother tightly. Taking her brother’s hand, she thanked him again.
“It is nothing. I . . .” Both looked up suddenly as a few drops of rain hit them. They saw the thick, dark clouds rolling over the sun darkening everything once more. In the distance they heard a low rumble of thunder.
“Come on. We had better run for the door before we get soaked.”
Each ran quickly though Richard held back a bit. When they reached the door, he held the door open for Jane to slip through before entering himself. Even though they just barely made it in before the downpour started, it did not prevent them from getting a little damp.
As Richard replaced his coat and Jane her shawl, Mrs. Bennet came out of the parlor.
“Now both of you get in here by the fire before you both catch cold. What possessed the two of you to stay out there so long?” With that she started to busy herself with hurrying her two eldest into the parlor.
“Really, Mama, we are fine. We barely got wet at all.” Jane laughed as her mother pushed her over to the chair nearest the fire.
“Nonsense. I saw you both run in and it was already raining.” Turning, she noticed her son was not right by her and she spied him slipping off toward the piano. “Richard, do not try to sneak off on me. You will come back and sit by this fire until I say otherwise.”
Trying to argue failed as Richard found himself propelled to the chair second closest to the fire. He shared a half-amused look with Jane who smiled fully for the first time in a while.
References:
1) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Chapter 14 Volume 3.
2) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Chapter 16 Volume 1
3) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Chapter 12 Volume 2
4) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Chapter 3 Volume 1
5) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice Chapter 21 Volume 1
6) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice Chapter 10 Volume 2
7) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice Chapter 16 Volume 1
8) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice Chapter 18 Volume 2
9) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice Chapter 1-3 Volume 1
10) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice Chapter 1 Volume 2