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Chapter 5 – Damp Encounters
Whenever one most wishes for pleasant weather, it invariably rains. Such it was beginning the day after Mrs. Annesley’s departure. The difficulty arose in that the morning promised warmth and sun. Thus Georgiana and Elizabeth wandered quite far from Netherfield. They were quite a distance away when a drop drew Elizabeth’s attention. The deep grey clouds that loomed overhead were not encouraging.
“My dear Georgiana, I hope you like mud puddles for I fear that we shall be wading through some on our journey home!”
“As long as you promise not to tell the ton, I must admit to adoring mud. This should be quite the adventure, Lizzy!” The two ladies took to calling each other by their Christian names per an agreement just a few moments ago. They still found it quite the novelty.
With little more commentary, the two began to quickly trek back to the safety of Netherfield. They did not go more than a few paces before the gates of heaven broke lose and they were instantly drenched by the deluge of rain. In a few more paces, they came face to face with the first mud puddle.
Poor Mr. Darcy, how his shy sister has been corrupted by Miss Lizzy. For with a coy grin she gathered her skirts and jumped with both feet into the middle of the mud. Not to be outdone by the well mannered Georgiana, Lizzy merely grinned and with her full force jumped next to Georgiana. More mud seemed to be on the girls than on the ground at this moment. Not that either particularly minded. Never was Lizzy so glad as to be away from Longbourn, her muddy skirts would never been seen by her mother!
With all the aplomb of a pair of impish school boys, the two ladies found every puddle in their path to Netherfield and proceeded to drain each puddle with their splashing and jumping. Having taken a bit more time than otherwise necessary, the two entered Netherfield clinging to each other as their laughter threatened to cause them to collapse. Slightly mortified maids rushed to their assistance with towels. The girls were hurried to their rooms where they were rushed into warm bath water.
Depending on your perspective it was unfortunate or fortunate that they created so much noise that every member of the household witnessed their ascent to their rooms. The maids were covering their laughter as they moped the puddles left by the girls’ skirts.
“I fear, Bingley, that you no longer need to worry about Benjamin. It appears that my cousin and Miss Elizabeth need more supervision.”
“I have not seen Georgiana enjoy herself as much though in quite some time,” Bingley observed.
Colonel Fitzwilliam did not reply, but pondered his charge’s renewed spirits and return to the happy manners he remembered prior to Ramsgate.
Elizabeth ventured down to the noon meal in dry, warm clothing and an extra wrap her aunt had insisted upon. Georgiana however, found herself falling victim to a bit of a chill remained in her chambers. In stead of adjourning to the parlor after the meal, the ladies went to see Georgiana. Master Benjamin, after a warning to behave and be a charming gentleman, was allowed to see Miss Georgie too.
By the evening meal, Georgiana had not improved so she remained in her chambers. The women again went to her rooms after the meal in stead of immediately adjourning to the parlor. Jane however, went to see Master Benjamin.
Before long, Georgiana tired and the ladies returned to the parlor.
“Now you cannot blame your injuries, this terrific deluge will keep us all trapped in this inn.”
“If you do not find some way to get me from this dratted room as soon as the weather lightens I shall find a way to have your heads!” the invalid exclaimed.
“I truly do give in Brooke! Once the weather permits we shall see what the fair burgh of Meryton holds for such as us. And I am sure that once the mamas hear of a future Lord in their midst we will wish for our days of boredom,” the troublesome Howe contended.
Benjamin loved his afternoon adventures with Miss Wizzy. For what young man of his age does not like to sail the seven seas as a pirate or conquer heathen hordes as a valiant crusader?
However, at the end of the day, after a warm supper, it was Miss Jane’s company he sought. Her comforting presence was even more welcomed than Miss Georgie’s. Her soft voice told stories, banished the nightmares, and soothed the wayward youth. With a store of tales that rival Scheherazade, Miss Jane told bed time stores each night. Soon Master Benjamin found himself sharing his bed time story time with Uncle Charles. It seemed that Uncle Charles liked stories as much as he did.
Under Jane’s quiet tutelage the boy found the means to deal with his grief. With Elizabeth’s adventures he found he could play again. Georgiana’s music gave him calming melodies and joyful jigs to dance to each afternoon. While still grieving, the resilience of his youth was showing and the emotional shell around Benjamin began to dissipate.
A few hours after retiring, Elizabeth found herself awake. As someone used to walks at dawn, sleeplessness at three in the morning was not a usual malady for her. Deciding to use her sleeplessness for good purpose, she went to check on Georgiana. Not wanting to roam the large house in her nightgown, she drew on the oldest gown she had brought with her and her warmest shawl. She then left to find Georgiana’s room. After pausing outside the girl’s door, Elizabeth heard the girl coughing quite severely. Quickly pushing the door open, Elizabeth crept in so as not to startle the girl unnecessarily.
“Oh, Elizabeth!” croaked the pale figure in the bed.
“My dear Georgie, lie back down. I am here to play nurse. You need your rest and talking will not help that cough.” As much as Elizabeth despised waking servants in the night, she rang the bell. When a tired maid entered a few moments later she quickly made a few orders.
“Sally, I am so sorry to wake you. However Miss Darcy is in need of a few things. First, we need a pot of chamomile tea with some honey. Also, a basin of cool water and clean cloths.” Just as Elizabeth was about to dismiss Sally, she added, “Would you also bring an extra blanket or two. I believe I shall be staying the rest of the night here.”
As Sally descended below stairs to prepare all that was asked of her, Elizabeth began her ministrations. She found, as she suspected, that Georgiana had a slight fever. Nothing serious, but enough to make the girl uncomfortable. Elizabeth straightened the bed covers as Georgiana’s restless movements had twisted them about. Sally brought the tea, basin, and then returned a few moments later with the blankets. The tea was given to Georgiana to help her sleep and soothe her raw throat. The cloths and cool water were used to cool Georgiana’s brow. The combination of the comforting tea, cool cloths, and Elizabeth’s gentle voice helped lull Georgiana into a peaceful sleep. Once Elizabeth was assured of her rest and slumber, she took a seat by the fire, drew up a blanket and began her vigil.
Throughout the next three hours, Elizabeth’s efforts were rewarded by seeing Georgiana’s fever disappear and her sleep continue in peace. When the girl woke briefly a few minutes after six, she persuaded Elizabeth to return to her room for a few hours rest. The deep circles and tired eyes showed Georgiana that her dear Lizzy had not slept since arriving in her rooms.
“Lizzy, I will not have you becoming ill merely on my account. I am better now. Go, rest for a few hours. I promise I shall not stir out of bed until I am given leave to do so by you and you alone!”
The combination of a sleepless night and assurance from Georgie’s teasing response persuaded Elizabeth to return to her room. She folded the coverlet she had been using, drew on her shawl and crept out of Georgiana’s room. As the hall clock struck half past six, she made her way to her room. However, it seemed her exhaustion was not enough to send her to sleep. By seven she found herself still wide awake and determined that her day was begun. Knowing that no one else would be up for a few hours, she decided to take a dawn walk. She added her walking shoes to her old gown and shawl before venturing into the park.
As was her usual custom, Elizabeth wandered the shrubbery and groves for some time. The sun came up and warmed her and began to dry the dew on the grass. Unfortunately, the dew long since soaked her hem and her shawl was a bit worse for being thoughtlessly dropped in the residual mud and dew. Realizing by the coming warmth and the rising sun that it was time to return to the house, Elizabeth wound her way through the garden and sought the side entrance.
A few servants were busy with their morning duties, but as they had already become accustomed to Miss Elizabeth’s morning rambles, they took little note of her presence or appearance. She blithely skipped up the stairs. The refreshing walk and generally pleasant morning infected Elizabeth’s mood causing her to skip a bit haphazardly through the hall.
“Well! I say!” a masculine voice exclaimed.
Suddenly stopping her less than subdued journey to her rooms by striking a gentleman full force in the chest, Elizabeth was a bit taken aback. The gentleman’s response did not help her situation in the least.
“I realize that the master of the house has not been here long, but I would certainly hope that this behavior is not indicative of all the servants’ behavior!” Her worn, striped muslin gown and rather bedraggled shawl indicated she must be a servant to this lofty personage. The impeccable riding habit of the gentleman indicated that he must frequent the finest shops London offered.
Completely struck dumb by the man’s presumption, Elizabeth merely gaped at him.
“Have you nothing to say for yourself?”
Finally finding her voice and her indignation, Elizabeth drew up to her full height and brought on her most withering glare. “Sir, I do apologize for my thoughtless moment resulting in the run in we just had. However, as my genteel education taught, I was under the impression that gentlemen were to be much more courteous when addressing a young lady for the first time.” With that, Elizabeth side stepped around the unknown and insufferable man and in a fine snit, made her way to her room.
It was now the gentleman’s turn to be dumbfounded as he watched the woman flounce off and enter one of the guest suites a few doors down from his position.
“What is Bingley doing now?” Darcy questioned himself.
Sally was a maid, as we all know. She found herself in an interesting position at Netherfield. She was one of the few servants brought from Mr. Bingley’s town house. She knew well the gentleman’s sisters; though she would be loathe to call Miss Bingley a gentlewoman. After years of having to withstand the withering comments and harshness of Miss Caroline Bingley she was relieved to journey to Netherfield to serve Miss Darcy and now her new friends. Miss Lizzy, yes, Elizabeth had been quite adamant on her first day at Netherfield that Sally call her Miss Lizzy instead of the more formal Elizabeth, inspired Sally to nearly worship her.
When woken to help Miss Lizzy tend to Miss Darcy she was more than happy to help. She ensured the kitchen staff, already awake to prepare breakfast kept sending tea every so often and that another servant helped to keep the fire strong. Sally also tended to be a bit protective of the young woman she referred to as her mistress. Quickly discovering Miss Lizzy’s morning routine of a dawn walk, she knew when she would be wanted to help her ‘mistress’ prepare for breakfast. Thus, she witnessed the incident in the hall as she was on her way to Miss Lizzy’s suite. Sally formed a healthy righteous indignation on Miss Lizzy’s behalf. While only a servant, Sally determined she would do whatever she could to help Miss Lizzy strike revenge upon the rather rude man.
“Miss Lizzy, might you be wanting to wear this gown to breakfast?” she ventured. The gown was one of Elizabeth’s best morning dresses the pale pink drew out her creamy skin. With darker ribbons wound in her hair, the deep brown curls would be stunning as Sally well knew. Elizabeth, being a bit upset still, did not notice Sally’s efforts. Sally was not put out as she was still upset for Miss Lizzy.
After a slightly longer than usual period, Sally finished her efforts. Though simple, Elizabeth’s hair was wound up and curled in a charming manner. The gown matched her glowing cheeks and eyes sparkling with indignation. The darker pink sash helped set off the figure maintained by endless morning rambles. Not realizing the enchanting picture she made, Elizabeth left her rooms for the third time that morning.
After asking a servant whether Miss Georgiana was yet awake and receiving a positive response, Elizabeth went to see her friend. As she entered the room, she found Georgiana looking much better with more color about her face than a few hours ago.
“Why Lizzy, you look like a very sprite of Spring!”
“Why Georgie, you must still have a fever! To offer such flattery at this hour!”
The girls, as they were wont to do, dissolved into laughter. “How are you feeling this morning dearest?” inquired Elizabeth.
“Much better. Thank you so much for all you did last night. I have not had someone take such care of me in quite some time. My brother tends to hover and apothecaries and doctors just do not have your comforting presence.”
“Georgie, I would be happy to help tend to you whenever you are ill. If we are forced from the same roof, all you need do is send me an express and I shall be by your side as quickly as the first carriage can bring me!” Yet again, Elizabeth found herself wondering what was in this girl’s past. To be brought up by an elder brother who seemed quite aloof despite the adoring way Georgie usually spoke of him, made her feel a bit sorry for this heiress. While her family was hardly ideal, when she was ill or upset she always had her father and Jane to nurse her and comfort her. Echoing her thoughts on marriage, Elizabeth found herself think that there are some things that are much more valuable than wealth.
“Now Lizzy, you did not sleep as I ordered you! Very well then, you must go down to breakfast. Do not try to deny it. I can tell by your cheeks you went out for an early walk. For someone who so wonderfully cares for others, you do not care for yourself well at all!”
So Miss Elizabeth went to her morning meal.
The breakfast room was filled only with the ladies visiting. Jane and Mrs. Gardiner were enjoying their meal and a light discussion as Elizabeth entered.
“Good morning my dear!” Mrs. Gardiner welcomed her niece to the table. As Elizabeth took her seat her sister began explaining the changes of the day.
“Lizzy, it appears that we are now joined by another gentleman. Miss Darcy’s brother has joined us. It seems he was detained by business and an accident on the journey here. Mr. Bingley explained for a few moments before going to the library to talk with Mr. Darcy.”
Elizabeth thought it a bit odd that the new guest would not wish to meet the other guests of the house and to pull the host away from his duties, but she refrained from sharing her comments. She merely buttered her toast and pondered what sort of man this Mr. Darcy might be. She briefly wondered whether this mysterious character was the rude man in the hall.
The subjects of the ladies’ conversation were in the library discussing the ladies.
“Who exactly are these mysterious guests, Bingley?” He crossly examined his friend as he paced by the hearth.
“They are daughters and sister of a local gentleman. The young ladies befriended your sister. When Mrs. Annesley had to depart earlier than expected, they agreed to stay as companions to your sister. In order to maintain propriety, it was decided by all to invite Mrs. Gardiner to join them as chaperone.”
This explanation did little to appease the anxious and glowering gentleman. The harsh journey and upsetting incident in the hall earlier had put him in a decidedly bad temper. Bingley was well aware of his friend’s mood and silently prayed that the Colonel would soon find his way to the library.
Apparently the gods were smiling on the genial Mr. Bingley that morning. Just as he finished that silent prayer, it was answered. Colonel Fitzwilliam breezed into the library.
“Good morning, Darcy!” the jolly soldier greeted his cousin. “I see that you finally made your way here.”
“Yes, and apparently not a moment too soon.” With this response, the Colonel realized his cousin’s mood and as a good soldier set up a defensive position behind the nearest chair. “You have allowed two country misses of questionable natures to become intimate acquaintances with my sister! If you happen to have forgotten you are supposed to also be her guardian! Especially after…, well, yes, I cannot fathom how you could allow this to occur!”
This rather lengthy tirade did not do much to perturb the Colonel. “Now Darcy, stop fretting like a mother hen.” At this Bingley suddenly found himself in need of a glass of water for it seemed he had choked on something, though it might merely have been his own laughter. “Before bringing these ‘country misses of questionable natures’ into our circle of acquaintances I did a bit of strategic planning with Mrs. Annesley’s assistance. Mrs. Gardiner, the girls’ aunt, grew up in Lambton and was well known to many, including your trusted housekeeper who still maintains contact with the woman. The girls are daughters of a respected local gentleman of a neighboring estate. With subtle inquires, all whose opinions were sought declared them to be upright and good young ladies. As such, I believe that you have gone too far maligning the reputations of three good women and questioning my judgment!”
The familiar relationship was quite apparent as the Colonel drew his temper up to match Darcy’s. Bingley silently offered a prayer of thanks that he did not need to enter this discussion. Alas, the gods seem to have a momentary distraction, for this prayer was not satisfactorily answered.
“Very well, I will reserve judgment on you and these ladies for the moment, cousin. However, Bingley, what sort of people are in this house? This morning after I arrived it seems one of your maids decided to act above her station. She was rushing down the hall and spoke quite harshly to me after she ran full force into me. She then merely turned into whatever room she is assigned to clean. You really must take hold of your servants.”
Bingley was caught, much like a fox in a hunt. He had little idea who the maid was of whom Darcy spoke, but he assured his friend he would inquire and resolve the matter. With that, the gentlemen went out to join the ladies for breakfast.
Chapter 6 – First and Second Impressions
The gentlemen made their way to the breakfast room in silence. One was still a bit annoyed with cousin and friend. The second was returning to his usual cheer. The third was puzzling over who the mysterious servant was and how exactly he was to resolve the situation to Darcy’s satisfaction.
The ladies were seated at the far end of the table and did not hear the gentlemen enter. Once they did, all three paused their conversations and fell silent. One blushed as the master of the house approached. One smiled to see her besotted niece’s expression. The third felt all color leave her face as she recognized that rude man from the hall.
“My dear ladies, allow me to introduce my closest friend, Mr. Darcy.” Said gentleman made a perfunctory bow before truly noticing the ladies.
“This is Mrs. Gardiner, she, like you Darcy, hails from Derbyshire.”
“Though it has been many years since I have been able to see the beautiful wilderness of the north, my soul still lies in those peaks and forests,” Mrs. Gardiner smiled with a warmth and genuine frankness that began to disarm the disapproval of Mr. Darcy. He went so far as to mentally agree with the woman’s assessment of the county.
“Miss Jane Bennet and Miss Elizabeth Bennet of Longbourn.”
Darcy noticed his friend’s change of voice as he said the eldest Miss Bennet’s first name. Upon bowing to the younger Miss Bennet and straightening, Mr. Darcy found himself positively staring.
“Why she looks like the very vision of spring,” Darcy thought as he took in her sparkling eyes, flushed cheeks and pale gown. As his stare continued two realizations struck. He discovered she was the maid he encountered earlier in the morning. Simultaneously, Mrs. Gardiner realized the young man was, at least for the moment, enraptured by her niece. “Apparently my presence as a chaperone will be a bit more necessary now,” she mused.
The ensuing meal was such as Netherfield likely never witnessed. Each occupant had a key role to play, some charmingly and some infuriatingly.
Mr. Darcy made his bows and said all that was required and nothing more to the ladies at table.
As it had been his custom on other mornings, the Colonel took his place between Mrs. Gardiner and Elizabeth. Mr. Bingley sat at the head of his table, with Jane on his right, opposite of her aunt. Georgiana normally sat comfortably next to Jane across from her Cousin. This left Elizabeth able to easily converse with the Colonel and Georgiana each morning. On this less than fine occasion, it also meant she was to face Georgiana’s brother who took his sister’s customary seat.
Bingley’s breakfast room table was such that all could easily converse should they attempt the feat. However, the general pattern was that the kind host would inevitably lose himself in the charming young woman on his right. Thus the Colonel, Mrs. Gardiner, Georgiana and Elizabeth would find conversation on their own terms.
This morning the usual pattern was broken. Bingley made efforts to coax his troubled friend into light conversation.
“Darcy, you have wonderful timing. With the rain finally finished we will be able to have some excellent sport,” the host cheerfully put forth.
“Yes, quite. I wonder that you do not have more that requires your attention on the estate,” Darcy replied in a stiff tone. He was yet disconcerted by the youngest Miss Bennet.
The object of his discomfort quickly took note of this comment, “Have you been to Netherfield before, sir?”
“No, Miss Elizabeth, why do you ask?” Mr. Darcy replied.
“I am curious as to your presumption that there is unattended work that Mr. Bingley is neglecting. Having been in the neighborhood for my entire life, I can attest to Netherfield’s prosperity. Under Mr. Bingley’s care the estate has continued to thrive and the tenants are quite pleased,” Elizabeth said in even tones belying her ire.
For a moment Mr. Darcy was dumbstruck. Never before had someone questioned him, such an impertinence from a country miss was more than he could swallow with his breakfast this morning. His normally composed, and the author must admit, handsome features, contorted as he attempted to curb his less than courteous response.
Mr. Bingley, as the subject of their conversation was aware of this situation, having had his attention drawn from Miss Bennet. Sensing the tension he quickly interjected, “I assure you Darcy, Miss Elizabeth is quite right. I have no estate matters to attend to today. We may go shooting at your leisure.”
Darcy was not to be distracted by his well intentioned friend. “Miss Elizabeth, might I inquire as to where your knowledge of estate management derives? It is highly irregular for governesses to instruct their young charges in such matters.”
“Fortunately, I never had a governess, Mr. Darcy. My father saw fit to ensure I had proper knowledge of my home and its management. Since my infancy, my father took particular interest in my education.”
At this point, Mrs. Gardiner recognized her niece’s tone of voice as that which precedes a thorough tongue lashing of her opponent. Not wishing for such a man as Mr. Darcy to experience such a put down, she much more successfully than Mr. Bingley interrupted the conversation.
“Pardon, my interruption Mr. Darcy, I do hope you might tell me of Derbyshire. It has been some time since I was able to see the wild and beautiful sights of my youth.”
Mrs. Gardiner’s earnest request and Mr. Darcy’s good breading swayed the conversation to much more genial topics. However, breakfast continued to be a stilted affair.
Colonel Fitzwilliam and Mrs. Gardiner found conversation their responsibility to maintain. Jane and Bingley contributed little except to stare at the other, once the budding argument was curtailed. Elizabeth and Darcy were alternately fuming and embarrassed. The later being an unusual state for them, it contributed to their frustration and foul moods. He remained silent and aloof refusing to acknowledge the faux pas in the hallway earlier in the morning. She oscillated between furious, flustered silence and a harsh diatribe only muted by an understanding of basic social etiquette. Finally the meal ended. The ladies retired to a sitting room and the gentlemen went their separate ways. Bingley went to the study to read some correspondence. Colonel Fitzwilliam went to the library to write a few letters. Darcy went to see his sister whom he was surprised to find not at breakfast.
“Brother! I did not expect to see you today! How are you? How was your journey? Is the carriage repaired? Are the horses fine? What adventures did you have?”
Darcy chuckled and he embraced the girl who flew from her bed to greet her beloved brother. “My dear, what are you doing still in bed at this hour? Are you unwell?”
Georgiana turned a bit shy as she began to answer. “Well, brother, yesterday I went for a walk with Lizzy, Miss Elizabeth, rather. While we were out of doors it began to rain and I am afraid we enjoyed most of the mud puddles and streams that fell in our paths so we did not return to the house very quickly. As a result, I caught a bit of a cold.”
At this Darcy became even more indisposed to like the wild-eyed Miss Elizabeth Bennet. He began to mentally rebuke that impertinent country miss as his sister continued. His attention was not with Georgiana, thus he did not hear most of her speech. In his haste to disapprove, he completely missed the vibrancy about his sister and the implied closeness of the two young women’s friendship. There are great difficulties for a young man of nearly seven and twenty in comprehending the thoughts and feelings of a sister more than ten years his junior. When preconceived biases cloud such a man’s thoughts, it becomes near on impossible.
“Last night she came to me, quite late, around three in the morning actually. She gave me tea, bathed my brow, and quite effectively soothed me. It was as if I was her own sister. She sat up the whole night until dawn. I tried to force her to go to sleep herself, but I fear she merely went on her early morning ramble. That is how we met. I was out early one morning; feeling melancholy and she stumbled upon the bench I was at while she was walking. We began talking of books and history and so much. She really is wonderful. Her sister seems to have caught Charles’ eye too. Jane is so sweet. She is so even tempered and has worked wonders with Benjamin. And Mrs. Gardiner is so wise and makes me think of Mrs. Annesley, but a bit younger.”
It had been some time since Georgiana made such a happy, rambling speech. As such followed her sickness, it was all the more remarkable. Despite all this, Darcy was not nearly ready to declare the Miss Bennets lovely or amiable as the other Netherfield residents decreed. In fact, as Darcy prided himself on independent thinking, he found yet another reason to be displeased with at least the youngest of the unexpected visitors.
The rest of the day continued with no additional hallway accidents or library arguments. This was much to the relief of the host and the aunt in residence. The gentlemen and ladies completed their daily business and joined together for dinner. Georgiana came downstairs for the meal and Benjamin was allowed the privilege of dining with the adults yet again for the occasion.
Following the meal, Benjamin was tucked into bed by Jane. She then joined the ladies for coffee just before the gentlemen returned from their cigars and brandy. An evening of conversation passed with no upsetting incidents. This was exclusively due to a strict détente established between Darcy and Elizabeth and efforts just short of Herculean by Colonel Fitzwilliam and Mrs. Gardiner. Both did not want to upset their host or Georgiana. Thus without ever speaking the two combatants established that other than the basic requirements of polite society, they would not converse.
On following the morning, the gentlemen set out to town to procure a variety of sundry items for their horses or whatever else it is that men purchase when perusing country shops by themselves. As they left immediately following an early breakfast, they did not see the ladies.
They were leaving the book shop, Darcy with a new book for his sister, Bingley said, “Darcy! Is that not Howe coming out of the Inn?”
Fitzwilliam chuckled imagining a bit of a joke deriving from that sentence and not knowing of whom Bingley was referring. Darcy glanced across the street and saw that it was indeed their friend. The three gentlemen crossed over and greeted him with warm handshakes and a cordial introduction between the two not acquainted.
“Truly an honor to meet you Colonel Fitzwilliam. I have heard of your military exploits and less dangerous adventures with my two friends here. Well, I never would imagine I would see you two cavorting around a little town in the country!” Howe commented upon taking a brief breath between thoughts.
“Bingley is attempting to be the country gentleman and is letting an estate nearby. How came you to Hertfordshire?” inquired Darcy.
“Holdsworth, Brooke and I were passing through when Brooke had a mishap. His horse threw a shoe and then threw him. He was seriously injured, but as his impatience has returned we feel safe in venturing that he is fast improving.” Howe recounted the past few weeks of his life in the succinct way men have.
“Good God! Is Brooke really recovered? Does he need medical attention? I could have my physician from London fetched.” Darcy offered in genuine concern.
“Thank you, but he is much improved. Indeed, if you have a few moments, some fresh people to converse with would be much appreciated by him. I think he is near his wits’ end with just two poor school fellows for company,” Howe continued.
“I have no pressing matters, Darcy, Fitzwilliam, what say you?” Bingley asked.
“While I am not acquainted with the gentleman in question, I can attest to the boredom and impatience that comes with recovering from injuries. Let us go,” the Colonel replied.
“Lead on, Howe,” Darcy declared.
The four young men entered the Inn. After a few short minutes in poor Mr. Brooke’s chambers, Mr. Bingley offered the young man and his friends invitations to Netherfield. Though they initially hesitated, they did not want to impose, the greater comfort and larger circle of acquaintances were too tempting.
“I shall send my carriage round once we return to Netherfield. I will have it outfitted to be as comfortable as possible for you Brooke. Perhaps then the others can ride alongside?” Bingley proposed.
“Yes, that does sound like a fine plan. We can help insure that Brooke does not fall into any more ditches along the way,” Howe cajoled.
“Oh, gentlemen, you need to be aware. There are a few more than just us at Netherfield. My cousin, Miss Darcy is with us. Currently two neighborhood ladies and their aunt are visiting with Miss Darcy. Apparently the company of such as myself is not enough to keep a young lady entertained in the evening,” the Colonel mentioned.
Holdsworth looked concerned for a moment. Visions of every other fawning young lady and their scheming mothers flittered through his mind. Bingley noticed this.
“Do not worry, Holdsworth, they are wonderful, unassuming young women and their aunt is a fascinating, well educated woman,” Bingley offered.
When Bingley uttered the word unassuming the poor Colonel began to chuckle. “I would not use the word unassuming to describe the younger of the two sisters. Within half an hour of making the venerable acquaintance of Darcy here, she had thoroughly put him in his place. Indeed, she had not even finished her breakfast tea before she had caused Darcy to sputter and utterly lose his composure!”
“Now, I have true incentive to take up your kind offer, Bingley. This woman sounds fascinating and already has my complete devotion,” Howe offered.
Darcy was slightly put off by this teasing, but decided to ignore it.
The three older gentlemen took their leave and returned to prepare Netherfield for the additional guests. The younger took the time to pack their belongings and ready for departure.
As the young women and Mrs. Gardiner were in the further reaches of Netherfield’s gardens they were unaware of the impending changes. Thus, it was not until luncheon that they learned of the three young gentlemen joining them. Quite the spectacle it would be, and, the poor author wishes it might be otherwise, but it must be feared that poor Mr. Darcy would not come off well.
Chapter 7 – Family & Friends
Lest we forget, there are a few other people of concern to us. The ladies of Longbourn were much as they always were. The eldest fretted, complained of nerves and found great joy in exalting the stay of her eldest daughters at Netherfield. The youngest two were giggling and whispering as only two flirts in the presence of the militia can. The poor middle sister continued her studies.
Lucas Lodge and the surrounding homes were quiet. Charlotte missed having her friend’s morning calls. The few visits she made to Netherfield allowed a closer acquaintance with Miss Darcy. The gentlemen were never present during these calls so the poor Lady Lucas had no fodder for her responses to Mrs. Bennet’s gloating.
Yes, all was as it should be in the small country of Hertfordshire, at least according to Mrs. Bennet’s reckoning.
Now that we know what all the principles of Hertfordshire were quite well, let us return to Netherfield.
When the Miss Bennets, Miss Darcy, and Mrs. Gardiner returned from their stroll which had caused them much enjoyment and a complete loss of the time, they were laughing in the charming manner ladies have with flushed cheeks and shining eyes. When they entered the main hall they encountered a large, relatively speaking, group of gentlemen.
“Why Mrs. Gardiner! Is it possible to encounter you here of all places!” exclaimed an exuberant Howe as he rushed to take Mrs. Gardiner’s hand and in an exaggerated manner kiss her hand.
“Mr. Howe, you really have yet to learn any manners. Did you learn nothing of value at that university?” Mrs. Gardiner laughingly replied.
There were three utterly stunned gentlemen, two bemused gentlemen, one appalled young lady, and two sisters just as bemused as the younger gentlemen. The youngest of those sisters began to chuckle under her breath. The elder sister calmly elbowed her sister in an effort to maintain some semblance of decorum in the introductions that obviously were to soon follow.
“I take it Howe that you are familiar with Mrs. Gardiner?” Darcy asked in an impervious voice and a raised eyebrow.
“That hardly describes the situation. This charming woman has the unfortunate role of, in my mind, being a second elder sister.” Howe simply replied.
“Since it seems Mrs. Gardiner, that you are the most reliable, not to mentioned refined, source of information, would you enlighten us as to your relationship with our singular friend?” asked Bingley.
“When I was at a charming boarding school for young ladies, I met Mr. Howe’s elder sister, Beatrice. She and I became fast friends. We were inseparable in school and spent all our holidays together. We would roam through Derbyshire or her father’s estate. With all the time spent at her lovely home, I became viewed by the family as one of their own. Thus, Mr. Howe here takes some liberties and treats me in the same trying manner as he does his true sister,” Mrs. Gardiner explained with a countenance attempting to show annoyance but her true bemused affection was far too telling.
“Well, though you two are quite well acquainted, perhaps you would allow me to introduce our other guests?” Bingley asked. “We will need to step into the next room as one of our guests is injured.”
As this immediately evoked exclamations of concern from the women, the gentlemen escorted them to morning room. There the concerned ladies saw a young man reclining with his leg on a settee.
Introductions were accordingly made. Holdsworth was quickly reassured that he would not be preyed upon. Brooke saw he would have much entertainment and Howe was thoroughly pleased to be in the company of Mrs. Gardiner and her nieces again. Bingley saw that the company was well pleased with each other so he was in a capital mood. Jane showed her usual placid softness to the company with her attention predominantly focused on calming Benjamin who was allowed to meet the new visitors and was accordingly in a state of great excitement. Georgiana was attempting to blend into the furniture she was seated on as even the influence of Elizabeth was not enough to make her comfortable in the presence of three new gentlemen. Miss Elizabeth was quite happy indeed to have the lively conversation of Mr. Howe to look forward to and the acquaintance of two other kind faced young men to make.
Mr. Howe quickly took the seat between Elizabeth and Mrs. Gardiner just as quickly assuming the air of a much patronized brother with both the ladies. As Jane and Elizabeth spent much time visiting their Aunt and Uncle Gardiner in London, they also were quite familiar with Mr. Howe and his elder sister’s family. Miss Jane Bennet was much friendlier with Lady Bonham, Mr. Howe’s sister. While as witty and well informed as their aunt, Lady Bonham was not nearly as flamboyant as her younger brother. However, Mr. Howe’s spirited conversation and willingness to discuss any issue with a young lady quickly made him a fast friend of Miss Elizabeth Bennet.
The three entered into a conversation that was of great interest to them and perhaps a bit impolite towards the other as the majority of their questions revolved around mutual acquaintances, recent familial changes, and other items only of relevance to those involved.
Mr. Bingley, Mr. Darcy, Mr. Holdsworth, Mr. Brooke, and Colonel Fitzwilliam made general conversation regarding Hertfordshire’s game and sport. Miss Georgiana Darcy observed all around her with a shrewd eye.
Herein we find the influence that Miss Elizabeth Bennet has had on Miss Georgiana Darcy. For Miss Darcy was, according to all accounts, a very well educated, well-informed, and truly accomplished young woman. Courtesy of her propensity to withdraw from conversations and hesitancy to venture her own opinions she developed a keen eye to the thoughts and feelings of others.
The gentlemen, who were currently discussing one of Mr. Bingley’s new hounds, were all equally interested with the exception of poor Mr. Darcy. He was critically, according to his sister’s assessment viewing the conversation revolving around Mr. Howe. Georgiana began to form some conjectures that were immensely startling to her. She realized how frequently her brother glanced over her dear friend, Lizzy. While Georgiana could see some of these glances held a softness, she also noticed just as many held a mixture of puzzlement and annoyance. Yes, she was sure her brother was forming some particular regard for her friend. She was also just as sure that her brother was completely unaware of his own feelings.
Georgiana decided she needed to know more of this friend of Mrs. Gardiner and the Miss Bennets. Thus she tried to unobtrusively to join the three seated nearest the hearth.
“Miss Darcy, do join us,” Mrs. Gardiner kindly motioned to the chair placed near her. “We were just speaking of my children so you will have to forgive a doting mother her prejudices.”
“Mrs. Gardiner, you children are lovely. Your praise of them cannot be anything but the truth,” Miss Darcy answered as she had the joy of meeting the young ones a few times over her stay in Hertfordshire.
Mr. Darcy was torn and bit confused as to his sister’s movement. He was pleased she was making an effort to mix in company. He was puzzled as to why she chose that grouping. After all, her brother and guardian along with a long time family friend were part of the other conversation. A small part of Darcy was put out that his sister chose someone else’s company to his.
Mrs. Gardiner and Miss Darcy continued a conversation on the Gardiner children. This was an area both immensely enjoyed discussing as Georgiana felt so comfortable around this warm woman and adored her small children.
This left Miss Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Howe to converse.
“How is your brother, Mr. Howe? Is he handling his responsibilities more comfortably than when last we spoke?” Miss Elizabeth cautiously asked. For Mr. Howe’s father had passed away about a twelvemonth prior to the last meeting between these friends and Mr. Howe’s elder brother was struggling to bear the burdens of running an estate at that time.
“He is fairing very well. Through the assistance of a few well trusted advisors and some hints that I believe he gleaned from the newsy letters sent from a precocious Hertfordshire lady, he has done very well of late,” Mr. Howe continued commenting on how useful some simple bits of advice Miss Elizabeth had sent in a letter to his family had turned out to be.
At this Mr. Darcy completely lost his understanding of the conversation he was supposed to be attending to and focused on the one taking place a few feet from him. He knew the estate of Howe’s family was just slightly smaller than Netherfield, likely drew nearly four thousand a year. It was incredible to think that the master of such an estate would take advice from a young lady, several years his junior and of no formal education. Why, as a young lady she should not even have any knowledge of estate business beyond the concerns of the kitchen and household staff!
Mr. Darcy continued to listen as the young lady and gentleman discussed the happenings of the Howes’ estate, Hartland Hall. Only a few minutes were devoted to the business concerns of the Hall and property. Soon they moved on to the more frivolous matters. Nonetheless, Mr. Darcy had much to cause consternation.
“Darcy, what do you say to that plan?” queried Bingley.
“Forgive me, I was thinking of some estate matters. What were you saying, Bingley?” Mr. Darcy replied.
“These gentlemen have been trapped indoors for so long that I propose we go for an afternoon ride. Brooke wishes to rest as his injuries were stirred by the removal from the inn,” Bingley explained not noticing anything amiss with his friend.
“Fine idea,” Darcy returned. “Shall we depart following luncheon?”
The gentlemen agreed and following a meal where all excepting Darcy participated in lively conversation, the gentlemen without injury left for a brisk ride. The ladies divided into several areas of the Hall.
Mrs. Gardiner received a visit from her children and Miss Mary Bennet. Jane stayed with them for the afternoon with Benjamin joining in the children’s play. Miss Elizabeth went with Miss Georgiana for a walk in the wilderness around Netherfield before they arrived so were unaware yet again of visitors. This suited Miss Darcy’s wishes.
“I fear Georgie, that with all these new guests and your brother’s arrival, that we have overstayed our welcome,” Elizabeth began.
“I fear, Lizzy, that you will be a permanent addition to the party should Mr. Bingley have his way,” Georgiana replied.
Elizabeth laughs, “Your brother would be horrified to hear you speak thus! Mr. Bingley’s preference seems well displayed.”
“Yes, he does not hide his affections towards anyone. He has always been so kind to me, much like an elder brother. It is more difficult to see where your sister’s heart is. I hope that she returns Mr. Bingley’s affection. Oh! It would be so pleasant should they marry. Then you and I might meet all the time!” Georgiana quickly became swept up as she envisioned London excursions and picnics at Pemberley.
“Jane is not quick to give testimony to her feelings, but I do know she cares very much for Mr. Bingley. It is good they have become acquainted without my mother’s interference. She can quickly frighten people away,” Elizabeth commented.
Georgiana did not feel comfortable making a pleasant reply to the last thought so she changed course slightly, “I wonder, Lizzy, whether you have a preference for any gentleman? You have not hinted at such, but with so many gentlemen, especially when you are already well acquainted with one I wonder at your heart.”
Elizabeth was far from suspicious of Georgiana so she frankly answered, “I assure you, my heart is firmly in tact. Mr. Howe and I are good friends. Much like Mr. Bingley to you, Mr. Howe plays the role of my elder brother. We are very similar in our thoughts and attitudes. Should an attachment have ever formed it would have been far too volatile to last any significant duration. We both speak our minds far too quickly and take far too much pride in our wits!”
Georgiana found out what she thought answered her questions. The two continued sharing impressions of the two remaining young gentlemen.
“Mr. Holdsworth and Mr. Brooke are kind. They are much softer in their manners than Mr. Howe,” Georgiana said.
“Yes, I have heard much of them through my correspondence with Mr. Howe’s family. His mother thinks quite highly of the two of them as tempering pressures on her unruly son. His sister thinks the same and sees the material advantages of having a future Lord in her brother’s close circle. Both women take an active interest in Mr. Holdsworth and Mr. Brooke as they are frequent visitors in their homes,” Elizabeth elaborated.
Elizabeth continued, “Things shall be far more interesting now Georgie. I wonder whether your heart shall remain untouched during your visit to our humble county.”
The two girls dissolved into laughter as they continued to enjoy the fresh air and the pleasant company.
Mrs. Gardiner waived good-bye to her children. She was glad that they were situated so close to her that she was still able to see them daily. Soon she would need to bring the topic of the ladies’ return to the Bennet home. However, in a decision her sister would support, she decided to remain a day or two longer at Netherfield. She saw the marked preference Jane held for Mr. Bingley. Knowing how little peace either would receive upon Jane’s return to her home, Mrs. Gardiner decided to trespass upon Mr. Bingley’s hospitality a few days more.
“Miss Jane, can you tell me a story?” Benjamin asked when Jane took him to his nursery following the Gardiner children’s visit.
“Yes, Benjamin, let me prepare you for your rest first,” Jane took the boy’s nightclothes from the nursemaid and dressed him.
In soft words Jane repeated a story she remembered from her childhood. This little boy was quickly finding a permanent home in her heart. Her temperament was such that small children were drawn to her and equally due to that temperament that she developed a protective devotion to the child. Had she unburdened her thoughts to her aunt, that wise woman would have quickly recognized her niece was feeling that which she felt towards her own children.
As it was, Mrs. Gardiner had her suspicions. Benjamin’s preference for Jane was marked. Her influence over him went beyond that of anyone else in the house. When a fit of child anger or depression from a memory of his parents she could easily soothe the trouble and calm him. All told it was a perfect relationship. The question remained of what length.
When the gentlemen returned from their excursion, they went to their separate chambers to change. Each took their own time.
Eventually each sought the library as a refuge prior to the meal. They were each in turn surprised to find it occupied by the youngest of the Bennet sisters. Like any young man with common sense, they saw no little concern with passing a pleasant hour in conversation with a witty and attractive young woman.
The first to arrive was Mr. Howe. He strode into the room with all the preening he could manage.
“Really now, must you parade about like a peacock?” questioned the young woman sitting on a chair by the fire.
“Really Miss Elizabeth, would you expect anything less from me?” He volleyed back. “How are your parents and sisters? I have not had the opportunity to inquire of them.”
A brief conversation on the state of each of the Bennets followed. “How is life at Hartland? I did not receive more than your polite answer.”
“In all honesty, Miss Bennet, your advice was most helpful. My brother addressed the tenants in the manner you suggested and the matter was quickly resolved. He also found the book you recommended on modern farming enlightening as you promised.”
At this Mr. Darcy entered as grave and silent as Mr. Howe was preening and good humored. They all made the proper acknowledgements. Mr. Darcy went to the small table on the other side of the room to gather the book he was seeking.
“Please, do not let me disturb your conversation. I had every intention of reading until the dinner is served,” Mr. Darcy said with some awkward attempts at social graces.
The gentleman from Derbyshire got no reading done. He turned pages at proper intervals to maintain the ruse. As with the first discussion he observed between these two younger people, he was astounded at the depth and breath of Miss Elizabeth’s understanding. Here she was speaking intelligently of the very book that Mr. Darcy recently acquired on estate farming. Her conjectures and ideas relating to it were truly enlightening and likely to do much good for an estate.
The conversation went on and Mr. Darcy’s astonishment continued to rise. He was dumbfounded by the idea that this young lady was this knowledgeable on estate matters. From references Mr. Howe and Miss Elizabeth made she served in nearly the role of a steward at Longbourn. Apparently her advice was sought and followed by the master of Hartland. Mr. Darcy knew Mr. Howe’s elder brother. The elder brother was intelligent, dependable, and wise in whom he sought advice from thus Mr. Darcy was even more impressed with this unique young woman.
Mr. Darcy was slowly forming new thoughts and some dangerous reactions to this previously dismissed country miss. Loathe though he would be to admit it, she had intrigued him and he was finding her more than merely a fascinating specimen. He was quickly finding her charms more pronounced. None of this registered in the great mind of Mr. Darcy. The only result of these new, unrecognized thoughts was Mr. Darcy was much more likely to be gazing at Miss Elizabeth than his book. Fortunately, the object of his reverie was oblivious to this change and was distracted by the entrance of several of the other gentlemen.
Colonel Fitzwilliam, Mr. Holdsworth, and Mr. Bingley entered simultaneously. Though their joke was finished, the three were still laughing and it was quite infectious to two of the current residents of the library.
Miss Elizabeth smiled and Mr. Howe chuckled at the joviality of the three new additions. The five more genial members of the company had a light conversation that was a continuation of Mr. Howe and Miss Elizabeth’s. All had some level of experience with estate matters and all loved good company. All were quite pleased.
Nearly all in actuality, for Mr. Darcy was displeased suddenly. He was not a part of the conversation and Miss Elizabeth was shielded from his view by Mr. Holdsworth. Just as he had put aside the book, a servant entered the open door and called the group to dinner.
The time had come, according to Mrs. Gardiner, to remove her nieces to their own home. Accordingly, tender good-byes were made the following day between the ladies. Benjamin stood his ground, withheld tears, and valiantly attempted to be the little gentleman. Despite his juvenile stoicism, he was heartbroken to see his Miss Jane and Miss Lizzy leave.
The gentlemen had varying sentiments. Colonel Fitzwilliam was sorry to have such beauty and wit removed from the evening discourses. Though he would never admit it amongst his military peers, Miss Elizabeth proved the greater wit and a much more brilliant strategist. Mr. Bingley while missing Miss Elizabeth’s joviality would soon miss his Miss Jane's very person. For the sentiments of the two Mr. Bingleys were quite similar, though the form of adoration was strikingly different. Mr. Darcy, now there is a man unsure of his own mind, though, just like his cousin, he would never admit it. In deed, Mr. Darcy oscillated between relief, admiration, and perhaps even a hint of the same sentiment his friend held. Yes, the two friends both looked upon the retreating frame of the Bennet carriage with an expression that caused one thought to filter through the Colonel’s mind.
“Well, this shall prove an interesting development. With a bit of luck I shall be able to witness the capture of Bingley and the final downfall of the indomitable Darcy. Yes, a fine thing to find in the fields of Hertfordshire.”
Chapter 8 - Battles Near and Far
Posted on Tuesday, 1 January 2008
Colonel Fitzwilliam, as we all well know, was a military man. Before him he saw a battlefield of epic proportions. The minor skirmish between the eldest Miss Bennet and Mr. Bingley was a mere distraction. It was evident that the resolution was quickly approaching, merely convention and the banns were necessary at this juncture. The dominant maneuvers revolved around Miss Elizabeth. For the duration of her stay, the Colonel enjoyed her repartee. Her sharp wit and genuine good understanding of the world around her made her an anomaly amongst the women of his acquaintance. To have that further distinction the three young men lent her of being learned in the ways of estate management merely added to his platonic admiration.
Surrounding the surprisingly oblivious Miss Elizabeth Bennet, Colonel Fitzwilliam saw the maneuvers of his cousin. Since his earliest recollection, Colonel Fitzwilliam and Darcy were the closest of confidants. Their parents often visited when they were young and the two were so inseparable, despite a few years difference in ages, that often they visited each other without their parents. As they grew the realities of their positions separated them, but as soon as it was possible, they were in each other’s company again. Thus, the Colonel knew Darcy’s attraction to Miss Elizabeth before his cousin even acknowledged it. He also knew Darcy would not allow himself to succumb to it without some external forces. Unfortunately for all involved in our little drama, the good Colonel did not know what those forces might be.
Indeed, those forces would come, much more quickly and with more distress than any of our characters would wish.
For now, life in Hertfordshire was quite pleasant. Mrs. Gardiner was pleased to see things progressing so beautifully for her eldest niece. When Mr. Gardiner came to retrieve his family, he was apprised of the situation.
When they had retired to the garden for a stroll, Mrs. Gardiner gave him the news. “My dear, I would not be surprised if we soon return for a wedding. Mr. Bingley of Netherfield Hall has singled Jane out and is nearly as attentive to her as you were once to me.”
“I would certainly hope that I am not so unworthy a husband that you must say I once was attentive,” Mr. Gardiner replied. Mrs. Gardiner offered a smile. For a few moments they enjoyed their reunion.
“What of our other nieces? Need we be prepared for a double wedding? In your letters from Netherfield you spoke of seeing Beatrice’s brother again. Could not he or his friends woo our Lizzy?” Mr. Gardiner asked as they continued strolling through the copse they had entered a few moments ago.
“You should know better than that. Can you imagine the violability of the match should Mr. Howe seek our Lizzy? The two would likely quite literally set the poor town of London on fire again. No, he would not do. Nor would Mr. Holdsworth, he is far to sedate to manage Elizabeth. Mr. Brooke would not have much hope of managing Elizabeth either,” Mrs. Gardiner concluded.
“Nonetheless, she seems to have charmed Miss Darcy. Any luck with her brother?” Mr. Gardiner jested.
The look his wife gave him, gave him much to think upon during the remainder of his walk.
Soon the Gardiners departed for London. Much as the children loved the country, Mrs. Gardiner was anxious to return to her own home. Her eldest nieces were disappointed to see their favorite relations leave. However, they had the continuing consolation of the residents of Netherfield.
On the morning that marked two month’s time since the accident, poor Mr. Brooke made his first visit to Longbourn’s sitting room. As the other residents of Netherfield had long been welcome, some already viewed as family, this was more than the polite morning visit.
“You are most very welcome, Mr. Brooke. I do hope you are finding yourself quite well this morning?” inquired Mrs. Bennet.
“Yes, I am very well, thank you. I am most appreciative of your kindness, Mrs. Bennet.”
With this the room divided much as it did whenever the Netherfield party came to visit. Miss Darcy sought out Miss Elizabeth. Mr. Bingley sought out Jane. Mr. Howe and Mr. Holdsworth sought out the library and Mr. Bennet’s laconic entertainment, this time bringing Mr. Brooke with them. Mr. Darcy sought the chair nearest the window. The Colonel seeking to increase his tactical advantage varied his routine according to where the greatest intelligence could be gathered.
On this particular morning Mary was the only younger Miss Bennet at home. Lydia and Kitty had left a few moments earlier to visit Maria Lucas. They would mourn their ill luck at missing the future Lord’s visit. Miss Mary was apparently reading a treatise on religious matters. Curious to see what information this reticent Bennet woman, my what an oxymoron he thought, might share when given the enticement of an attractive military officer.
“Good day, Miss Mary,” the Colonel politely bowed. “What might you be reading?”
Mary looked up with a bit of surprise and very little inclination for conversation. “It is a treatise on religious matters. I would presume it is of very little interest to you, Colonel. Perhaps you should seek out better company elsewhere.” She began to return to her book.
This curt and ever so slightly discourteous reply more than surprised the good Colonel. He then spent the remainder of the visit trying to coax a friendly response from the young girl. All in the name of reconnaissance of course.
Thankfully, for both the Colonel and Mr. Darcy, the visit was short. Mr. Darcy and his brooding merely succeeded in annoying the normally genial Miss Elizabeth. Unsurprising as his face remained in a scowl and his answers were barely above a monosyllable. His sister continued to become as close to Miss Elizabeth as her own sisters. The party from Netherfield departed. Mr. Howe, Mr. Holdsworth, and Mr. Brooks offered their farewells as they were continuing on their journey. With the aid of a spare carriage from Netherfield they could now reach London.
The Gardiners soon followed the path to London. Longbourn was quiet again. Rather, it returned to the normal state of noise and chaos with which its inhabitants were well acquainted.
Unbeknownst to all involved, it would be the last time the entire party was gathered for some time.
For a fortnight things were quiet in Hertfordshire. A few small dinner parties allowed for the Netherfield party to continue their acquaintance with the neighborhood. If there was any lingering doubt as to the situation, each time Mr. Bingley and the eldest Miss Bennet met, it was painfully clear they were utterly infatuated with each other. Mrs. Bennet ensured all her neighbors knew of this situation and lorded it over Mrs. Long and the other matrons. Mr. Bennet was satisfied that his eldest was well on the way to a happy marriage of two equals. Elizabeth was pleased that Jane finally found someone worthy of her sweet temper. Elizabeth shared her joy with her close friend Georgiana. The two young ladies enjoyed watching the couple as the romance progressed.
Into this pleasant atmosphere came an ill wind. Even the every kind and gentle Jane struggled to find something positive to say to the addition to the family party.
The excitement and quality company offered by the Netherfield distracted Mr. Bennet from his correspondence. Unfortunately he did not read a certain letter until it was too late to remedy the situation.
Thus, one morning Mr. Bennet strode into the breakfast room and addressed his wife, “I hope that the dinner you have ordered is good for company. I have reason to expect a guest this day.”
Thankfully for his daughters, Mr. Bennet continued as his wife gasped for air to begin a tirade, “It is my cousin, Mr. Collins. The young man who, upon my death, will receive this estate though the entailment.” Knowing the turn the conversation would take once Mrs. Bennet had sufficient breath to support herself, Mr. Bennet went to his study and shut the doors. He was correct in his assumptions for Mrs. Bennet spent the next three quarters of an hour berating Mr. Bennet, seeking sympathy for her nerves, and belittling Mr. Collins. Elizabeth and Jane quickly excused themselves and fled for the garden.
All the sisters were curious as to this unknown quantity of a cousin. None had heard much of this young man other than he had the ability to leave them homeless upon their father’s death. The youngest two barely cared as he was known to be of the cloth. A clergyman holds nothing to a soldier in regimentals so Kitty and Lydia dismissed him forthrightly. Mary, as with all gentlemen of her acquaintance, gave little appearance of caring whether he existed or not. She supposed that as he was a man of God, perhaps he was of a bit more worth than the peacocks in red coats that graced the dreams of Lydia. Jane and Elizabeth were more mature in their reflections. They saw the family situation clearly and knew the power this man could hold over their lives. They held hopes that he would be found to be caring, benevolent, and seeking to form a strong family bond.
It would be a pleasure to write the joy Elizabeth and Jane felt when their hopes were met upon Mr. Collins’s arrival. Alas, they were sorely disappointed. The man in question was silly, poorly educated, and vainly humble. Dinner that night was a trial as the sisters were regaled with tales of the noble Lady Catherine de Bourgh. Mr. Bennet’s humor was tried. His patience was tested when Mr. Collins followed him to the study after the meal. All found reasons to hold to an even earlier hour than normal to retire to bed that night.
Early the next morning, Elizabeth crept silently through the upper floor and out the servant stairs to the servants’ door. She was completely unwilling to let her morning walk and hopes of meeting with Georgiana be destroyed by the fawning of Mr. Collins. After a day of disappointed hopes, Elizabeth’s new day was shaping to be much better. She found Georgiana nearly at her door.
“Elizabeth! Oh, I am so pleased to see you. I have so much to tell you! I hear you have company. Let us take a nice long walk,” Georgiana was hardly the shy girl around Miss Elizabeth Bennet.
“Yes, we do have much news to share,” Elizabeth smiled, took the girl’s arm, and the two began a walk. “Now, what is the news from Netherfield?”
“Oh! It is dreadful! My cousin has been recalled to his unit and is soon to be sent to the Continent. I do not know if he will face battle, but he is surely to be gone for some time,” Georgiana explained. She went on to offer the few details that she knew.
“My uncle and aunt, Lord and Lady Matlock, are obviously upset with this news. An express was sent to them first before my cousin was found at Netherfield. They are for London so they may see him before he leaves for the Continent. My brother is obviously upset and concerned for the Colonel’s safety,” Georgiana continued.
Elizabeth wondered at that last statement, but the girl on her arm preempted any doubts, “You would never know though. My brother strives so hard to mask his feelings. It was only by accidentally hearing a conversation between my brother and my cousin this morning that I found out how very worried my brother is.”
“My dear, your cousin is an intelligent, well trained military officer. He knows what he is about and will take good care of himself. You must not worry yourself too much,” Elizabeth offered a slight squeeze on Georgiana’s arm.
“Yes, I know. And he has not left yet, so my worries are simply being borrowed from tomorrow. Now what of your guest?” Georgiana asked.
“Well, the news is about as unexpected and unpleasant as your news, my dear. Mr. Collins is the distant relative upon whom Longbourn is entailed. He is in all brutal honesty the most ridiculous man of my acquaintance. He simpers, preens, and generally displeases at every moment. Yesterday was excruciating. I am counting the hours until he leaves!” Elizabeth concluded forcefully.
“My, my, sounds dreadful. Mr. Collins, you say? From your description, he is sounding terribly close to my brother’s reports of my aunt’s latest parson. Do you by chance know the name of his patron?” Georgiana asked thoughtfully.
“Oh, one cannot avoid hearing his patroness’s noble name. The honorable Lady Catherine de Bourgh!” Elizabeth imitated her cousin.
At this Georgiana gasped and nearly doubled over in laughter. “Oh! Oh!” she gasped for breath, “I cannot wait to tell my brother of this! Last visit to our Aunt Catherine he came home in a foul temper and went on for days about the ridiculous clergyman our Aunt recently acquired. He said that he was never so grateful that his visit to Rosings comes but once a year, for seeing Mr. Collins more than that would be a form of inhumane torture!”
Elizabeth was unsure of whether she was more shocked that Georgiana would share such personal revelations from her brother or that her brother would actually say such words. Needless to say, Georgiana was most thoroughly enjoying knowing something with which to taunt her brother. Elizabeth was having such a lively influence on the girl.
“Elizabeth, please come back with me to Netherfield. We can send a note to Longbourn. You can breakfast with us, say farewell to the Colonel, and be there when I share the news of your guest with my brother. I assure you, it will be most worthwhile,” Georgiana nearly begged.
“Very well. I hardly look forward to returning to the fawning of Mr. Collins. Lead the way, Miss Darcy,” Elizabeth replied.
The two entered Netherfield and left their pelisses and bonnets with the footman. They chatted merrily, for even Mr. Collins could not dampen their spirits. Georgiana gave word to a servant to add another seat at the breakfast table. As they were just settling in a parlor to wait for the meal, it was delayed so Colonel Fitzwilliam could have a hearty meal before traveling, a bundle of blue coated exuberance flew at them.
“Miss Lizzy!” shouted the boy.
“Benjamin! Where are you? You know better than to run away from your nurse,” came Mr. Bingley’s slightly exhausted voice from the hallway.
“Cousin, I am in here! Miss Lizzy is here!” he shouted again.
“Now Benjamin, you know that you cannot be so loud indoors. You must lower your voice. You are making Miss Georgiana and I quite deaf,” Elizabeth gently admonished.
“Yes Miss Lizzy,” he attempted to look contrite. He merely succeeded at appearing impish.
“Ah, there you are!” Bingley said as he entered the room. “It appears we do have a guest for breakfast. You are welcome this early morning Miss Bennet. I trust your family is well?”
“Yes, they were all still asleep when I left for my morning walk, but all were well,” Elizabeth smiled in reply.
“I am sure that Miss Darcy appreciates your company. In a house full of gentlemen she must want for some more refined sensibilities,” Mr. Bingley, as always, made Miss Elizabeth feel comfortable in his home.
“Yes, it is quite dreadful. All the talk of hunting and estates. It is quite tedious, I assure you, Elizabeth,” Georgiana Darcy attempted with pursed mouth. The slight twitch in the corner belied her amusement.
“I am afraid I am much more disposed to discuss estate matters than lace though Georgiana. As my father says, ‘No more lace, I beg of you!’” Elizabeth laughed.
Here the mild laughter of the three combined with the still racing form of Benjamin drew Mr. Darcy from the hall. He was surprised to see Miss Elizabeth at this hour.
“Brother!” Georgiana cried. “There you are. I found Elizabeth while I was walking this morning. We were so caught up in our news that the hour became a bit late, so I took the liberty of inviting her here for breakfast.”
Mr. Darcy was searching for something appropriate to say. His vast education and intelligence resulted with, “Good morning, Miss Bennet.”
Colonel Fitzwilliam entered with no one noticing his exasperation at his cousin’s dismal behavior.
The group had an animated meal that helped to make the Colonel’s departure slightly more bearable by the knowledge that the memory they would hold until the met again would be a pleasant one. The vast amount of pleasurable conversation drove the uncomfortable topic of Mr. Collins from the ladies’ minds; thus Miss Darcy’s taunting of her brother must wait for another time.
Elizabeth and Bingley bid the Colonel Godspeed from the hall while his family accompanied him to his horse.
“I always wonder at the family of those who serve our country. I cannot fathom how they manage to bid farewell without knowledge of when they shall meet again. Oh, I do hope the Colonel returns soon and in good health,” Lizzy said in part to Mr. Bingley and in part as a gentle prayer.