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Part XIV

Posted on Tuesday, 13 August 2002

The day that Georgiana Darcy was introduced to the Bennets was one filled with nervous emotion. Miss Darcy, always frightened of meeting new people, barely spoke three words on the journey from Netherfield to Longbourn. Her brother was also silent. He had not seen Elizabeth since he carried her home after her encounter with Wickham and hoped his introduction of his sister would not appear to forward. Elizabeth had received word from Maggie that Miss Darcy had arrived and she was suffering from her own case of nerves. Her feelings for Mr. Darcy were still confusing to her, but she had a clear enough understanding of her heart to know she wished to create a good impression on the gentlemen's family. Jane was eager to meet Miss Darcy as well but she could not seem to shake her apprehensions. Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst had told her of their brother's affection for the young lady and Jane could not help but feel threatened. As the two eldest Bennet sisters greeted the group from Netherfield, only Maggie and Mr. Bingley were able to breathe freely. Thankfully, Mrs. Bennet had no been made aware of the young lady's impending visit and had taken her three youngest daughters shopping in Meryton. Mr. Collins was also not at home, having gone to pay a call at Lucas Lodge. Only Mr. Bennet was at home with Elizabeth and Jane and he saw no reason to join the party.

"Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth, please allow me to present to you my sister, Georgiana," said Mr. Darcy, gently pushing his sister forward.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Darcy," said Jane.

"Maggie has told us that you are very fond of music and that you play very well," Elizabeth said with a warm smile.

"I do not play very well but I am fond of music," said Georgiana. "I am looking forward to hearing you play. My brother says he has heard nothing that has given him greater pleasure."

Maggie grinned. Her friend was quite the matchmaker, in her own quiet way.

"If you desire to hear me, then you shall. I fear I must warn you though my talents have been grossly exaggerated," said Lizzy. She was quite pleased with Darcy's description of her musical abilities, even if she did not believe it to be correct.

"Mr. Darcy never exaggerates. He always tells the absolute truth," said Maggie.

"Then he is an ideal older brother then," said Jane.

"Yes, I could not imagine a better or a kinder one. Oh, except Mr. Bingley, of course. He has been most kind to me," said Georgiana.

"Well, I have spent so much time at Pemberley over the past few years that you have become another sister to me," said Bingley.

Jane smiled in relief. Mr. Bingley seemed to view Georgiana in the same light that he viewed Maggie and the way he kept gazing at her did much to quell her fears.

The entire party had grown comfortable in one another's company by that point and settled into separate conversations. Bingley engaged Jane's opinion of preparations he was making for the upcoming ball while Elizabeth spoke to Georgiana about the other young lady's of the neighborhood. Darcy would have liked to join them, but knew they were engaging in the business of getting to know one another. Maggie was sticking close by his sister, offering silent support to her shy friend. Darcy sighed and focused his attention on Bingley and the eldest Miss Bennet. Their quiet affection for one another was most heartwarming.

"The piano at Netherfield is beautiful, but it is nothing to the instrument at Pemberley," Maggie was saying. "Mr. Darcy recently purchased it in Italy for Georgiana."

"It is a beautiful instrument. I do not deserve it," said Georgiana.

"Oh, I am sure you do. Your brother thinks you do and as you know, he is never wrong," said Elizabeth.

"He is a very kind man. Sometimes, I believe he is a little to kind to me," said Georgiana.

"That is impossible, Georgie," said Maggie.

"You make me quite envious. I have no brothers at all, only four sisters," said Lizzy.

"I should have liked to have a sister," said Georgiana.

Without realizing it, both young ladies turned to look at Mr. Darcy. The gentlemen felt their gazes upon him and saw them both staring. His eyebrows raised questioningly and both ladies looked away, their cheeks growing hot. Maggie watched the scene in amusement, having to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.

"Because you are such an excellent friend, Georgie," she said, hoping to relieve the tension of the moment. "I will allow you to adopt one of my sisters. Take both of them if you wish. I believe I would be able to bear the depravation."

Elizabeth laughed. "Having a sister is often difficult. Jane is my closest friend in the world and she is very dear to me. However, I have three younger sisters and I fear we are not as close."

"It is unfortunate that we are not able to choose our siblings," Maggie said thoughtfully.

"If I had to choose a sister, I would like her to be older," said Georgiana.

"She would have to be beautiful," said Maggie.

"And intelligent. I should like to be able to discuss books and music," said Georgiana.

"I would like someone who is gentle and understanding," said Maggie.

"Someone with wit and vivacity. Pemberley is often so quiet," said Georgiana.

"Someone who always saw the best in everyone," said Maggie.

"Someone who loved to laugh," said Georgiana.

Elizabeth knew not what to say. The girls were smiling at her knowingly and she suspected they had been describing herself and her sister. Could they be implying that Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley meant to make she and Jane each an offer of marriage? Elizabeth felt lightheaded. Did she want to be Georgiana Darcy's sister?

Yes. Miss Darcy seemed to be a pleasurable young lady but even if she another Caroline Bingley, Elizabeth would have wanted to join her family. Since the day Mr. Darcy had carried her home in arms, she had been able to think of nothing else. She had always thought him to be handsome but since her stay at Netherfield she had come to realize him to be a gentlemen of sense and discernment. He had no improper proud. In actuality, he was perfectly amiable. Elizabeth had seen proof that Mr. Darcy was a loving brother and an excellent friend. She could not fathom how such a man, the richest in all of Derbyshire, would wish to marry her. He could have any woman in all of England. Why would he desire for her to be his bride?

"Because she is different than any woman he has ever known," Maggie said at that moment, pulling Elizabeth away from her thoughts. "Lizzy, I know that you must agree with me on this subject."

"Excuse me," said Lizzy, embarrassed to have been caught neglecting her guests.

"I was telling Georgiana of our conversation concerning Master Shakespeare and that of course lead to a discussion of various characters," said Maggie. She had noticed her friend's distraction, but, having guessed the source, she did not take offense.

"Maggie believes that the attraction between Beatrice and Benedick in Much Ado About Nothing exists because Beatrice is so impertinent," said Georgiana.

"She is not impertinent. She is just strong willed. A true gentleman does not want a wife who will simper all over him and agree with every word he says, no matter how ridiculous. He wants a lady he can respect," said Maggie.

"And where did you gain such an understanding of the male character?" Elizabeth laughed.

Maggie shrugged sheepishly. "I do not claim to understand to hold a total understanding of the male character. I just observe what I see around me."

"Maggie, I can not believe the things you say. You know as well as I do that there are many gentlemen of our acquaintance that would be horrified if their wives spoke against them," said Georgiana.

"You are correct, Georgie. However, this are not the type of gentlemen that you nor I nor Elizabeth should concern ourselves with," said Maggie.

"I am glad that has been decided for us," said Elizabeth.

"You do not agree with me?" said Maggie.

"Of course I agree with you. I have always said that only the deepest love and understanding would induce me into matrimony and I do not believe such conditions could exist if I were not allowed to speak my mind," said Lizzy.

"I wish I had the courage to speak my mind," said Georgiana with a small sigh.

"Do not fret. One day we will all find our perfect match and everything will fall into place," said Maggie. She patted Georgiana on the arm and then grinned devilishly at Elizabeth. "Even if they believe us to be only tolerable in the beginning."

"Hopefully you are right," said Lizzy, determined to ignore the teasing.

As Maggie and Georgiana giggled, Elizabeth felt her gaze being pulled towards Mr. Darcy. Once again, he was staring in her direction and the look in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine.

"Yes," she repeated under her breath. "Hopefully you are right."

Part XV

Posted on Tuesday, 13 August 2002

In a pub in Meryton that the respectable ladies and gentlemen of the area carefully avoided, a lone man sat in the corner and nursed his drink. He watched the door nervously, ready to run if a familiar face should appear. When the door finally did open and the women he had been waiting for stepped inside, Wickham breathed a sigh of relief. Living the life of a fugitive did not agree with him.

"You might have picked another meeting place," said Miss Bingley as Wickham helped her into a chair across from me.

"Unfortunately, due to a unfortunate misunderstanding, I am currently unable to show my face in public," said Wickham.

Caroline gestured around towards the other patrons. "This is public."

"Ah, yes, but these men are wanted for worse crimes than the one I am accused of," said Wickham. "Now, how may I help you Miss Bingley? Your note said you would make donating the use of my services quite worth my while."

"You are familiar with Miss Elizabeth Bennet," said Miss Bingley.

"I know the lady," Wickham said carefully.

"I am aware that it is your acquaintance with this young lady that has lead to your present situation. I here to inform you that you are not the only one she has wronged. Currently, Miss Eliza is meddling with the man that I intend to marry," said Miss Bingley.

"I am sorry for your heartache, Miss Bingley, but I am unsure of what I may about it," said Wickham.

Caroline sighed. "I want you to take Miss Elizabeth away from Hertfordshire. Remove her from the neighborhood and Mr. Darcy will be able to escape her clutches."

"Mr. Darcy?" Wickham repeated joyously. "Miss Bennet has captured Mr. Darcy's affections?"

"He has fallen under her spell," Miss Bingley said stiffly.

"Are they engaged?" said Wickham.

"No," Caroline said, suddenly furious. "And they will never be so. Mr. Darcy is suffering from a momentary lapse in judgment. Once Elizabeth Bennet is removed, he will realize the true object of his affections."

Seeing how anger twisted her features, Mr. Wickham seriously doubted that Darcy would ever feel affection for the woman sitting before him. That was not important. The romantic notions of Caroline Bingley were of no interest to him. However, as a man who had long dreamed of the day when he would be able avenge himself on Mr. Darcy, he had been presented with an interesting proposition. And he was to be paid for it!

"Tell me what you wish me to do," he said.

Part XVI

Posted on Tuesday, 13 August 2002

Darcy's fears that his sister's shyness would keep her days at Netherfield spent in solitary amusements was soon proved groundless. The attachment between Georgiana and the two eldest Bennet sisters grew quickly under Maggie's watchful eye. In truth, Miss Darcy had always been slightly frightened of other young ladies. Her friend Margaret's company was delightful but the other woman of her acquaintance were often catty and cruel. Jane's sweet temperament and Lizzy's easy humor endeared them to Georgiana and soon her wish for them to be married to Mr. Bingley and her brother was as strong as Maggie's.

This newfound friendship supplied the aforementioned gentlemen with yet another reason to visit Longbourn as often as they liked, which was nearly every day. They greatly enjoyed being in the company of their sisters and the elder Miss Bennets and were completely innocent to the fact that their behavior was causing a great deal of frustration.

"My brother was in Jane Bennet's company all evening," Maggie sighed to Georgiana one night. "And yet he did not do so much as take her hand. By this rate, I will be an old maid before he ever proposes."

"At least your brother spoke. Mine just sits there, staring at Lizzy as though he were trying to memorize her features. At one point during dinner I was tempted to check and make sure he had not somehow managed to swallow his tongue," said Georgie.

"They are impossible," said Maggie.

"Indeed they are," said Georgie.

"Without our encouragement, I doubt the courtship would have been progressed to this point. Knowing my brother's humble nature, he probably would have become convinced of Jane's indifference and fled," said Maggie.

"That could never happen," said Georgie.

"I believe it would have and your brother's situations would have been worse. You know that Elizabeth thought him to be very proud and disagreeable when they were first introduced," said Maggie.

Georgiana giggled. "Deservedly so, from what I hear."

"Can you imagine her reaction if he had attempted to court her if he had not began acting in a more gentlemanlike manner?" said Maggie.

"He would have been the last man on Earth she would have ever married," said Georgie.

"They would be nowhere without our help," said Maggie.

"They are lucky to have two such sisters," said Georgie.

The days before the ball passed quickly and pleasantly for Jane and Elizabeth. They reveled in the attention from their two gentlemen and delighted in their new friendships. Lizzy noticed that even Caroline Bingley seemed cheerful. Though they were rarely in one another's company, Miss Bingley was always gracious. Having so many thoughts to occupy her mind as of late, Elizabeth hardly gave the matter at thought at all.

Though perhaps it would have been better if she had.

Soon the day of the ball arrived and Netherfield Hall was in chaos. The regular servants, in addition to the ones that had been specially hired for the event by Mr. Bingley, were all rushing around madly, seeing to last minute preparations. The ladies of the house had retired upstairs just after lunch to allow themselves enough time to complete their toilets while the gentlemen sought sanctuary in the library. As usual, Mr. Hurst was soon sound asleep, leaving Darcy and Bingley a few moments for private conversation.

Darcy was exceedingly nervous. He was unaccustomed to such feelings of anticipation before a social event, but this night was to be different. He carried in his pocket a small jewelry box that had arrived only yesterday from London. His intention was to ask Miss Elizabeth Bennet to be his wife. Unsure of the lady's affections as he was, he could not stand to wait another moment before declaring his feelings. He had no way of knowing that Lizzy was eagerly awaiting his addresses or that his sister and Maggie would be only slightly less joyful upon hearing the news.

"Do stop pacing, Darcy. You are making me a wreck," said Bingley, who carried a ring box of his own.

"Am I pacing?" Darcy said in surprise.

"You've almost worn a hole through my carpet," said Bingley.

"My apologies."

Bingley only smiled. He could guess the source of his friend's discomfort and was about to confess his own plans for the evening when the door opened and Colonel Fitzwilliam was announced.

"Fitzwilliam, I feared you were not coming," said Darcy.

"I would have arrived yesterday if a broken carriage wheel had not kept me detained," said Fitzwilliam. "Bingley, this is a grand estate."

"It is nothing to Pemberley, I know, but you are most welcome here," said Bingley.

"Are the ladies of the house present? Or are they busy preparing for the night's festivities," said Fitzwilliam.

"They have been preparing for hours. I do not know what they do to occupy themselves for so long but I have learned not to complain," said Bingley.

"I heard Georgiana and Maggie in the hall earlier, discussing hair ribbons," Darcy said, obviously mystified.

"As long as the results are lovely, than the effort is well worth it," said Fitzwilliam.

Bingley laughed. "So then you notice lovely ladies then? I had thought you were a confirmed bachelor."

"There is no harm in looking," said Fitzwilliam.

"Be warned, Cousin, that there will be many ladies present this evening and the second son of an Earl will be considered quite a prize," said Darcy.

"My sister may be the most determined of the husband hunters," said Bingley.

"I have met Miss Bingley before and my charms seemed to have no effect, at least not when Darcy was in the room," said Fitzwilliam. "Unless it is your youngest sister to which you are referring. Should I be wary of her as well?"

Darcy grinned. "Of Maggie? I should say not. She is but seventeen and lacks the claws and fangs of many society ladies."

"She is young and naive then?" said Fitzwilliam.

"Young, yes, but not naive," said Darcy.

"And what of the famous Miss Bennets that I have heard so much of?" said Fitzwilliam. "Georgiana writes me that the eldest two are beautiful, obliging young ladies. Will they be attending this evening?"

"Yes," said Darcy, glaring at his cousin.

"They will be there," said Bingley, attempting to copy his friend's intimidating stare.

Fitzwilliam laughed. "Am I to suppose by your ferocious scowls that these young ladies are spoken for?"

Neither gentleman responded.

"Well, then, I suppose I should go to my room and begin my own preparations. I will want to look my best when the Miss Bennets arrive," said Fitzwilliam.

Bingley stared after him in horror. "Do you believe he intends to pursue Miss Bennet?"

"He is only teasing," said Darcy, sounding less than sure of himself.

"You were right, you know. He would be considered a catch," said Bingley.

"Bingley, calm down. Richard would never do such a thing," said Darcy.

"You're right," said Bingley. "Still, he will not be the only gentlemen there this evening. The guest list is quite enormous."

"Perhaps we should act quickly then," Darcy said thoughtfully.

Bingley stared at him in surprise. "Act quickly? Do you have something planned for this evening then?"

"Do you?"

They stared at one another for a moment, then both smiled.

"Imagine it. After all of Caroline's careful planning, we are to be brothers anyway. Just not the way she had imagined it," said Bingley.

"I believe you are getting a little ahead of yourself," said Darcy.

"I know, I know. Apparently Maggie is not the only one in the family who tends to get overexcited," said Bingley with a wide smile.

No longer concerned with keeping their plans a secret, neither gentleman could hide his happiness at the thought of gaining the hand of his beloved. Shortly later, as they each retired to their chambers to begin dressing, both believed all was right with the world.

Neither could have imagined that the night would end in tears.

Part XVII

Posted on Thursday, 15 August 2002

For a moment, Darcy was unsure if he would be able to breathe.

He had been waiting with Charles, Caroline, and Louisa, smiling politely as each guest arrived. Georgiana was above the stairs with Maggie, who would be descending later. Darcy was eager for Elizabeth to arrive and just as he was beginning to believe the anticipation would in fact kill him, she stepped through the door. A vision in ivory, she was, in his opinion, by far the most beautiful woman in the room. Perhaps in all the world.

"Good evening, Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth said with a teasing smile.

"Miss Elizabeth," he managed to reply.

"Are you well this evening? You look most uncomfortable," said Lizzy.

"I am very well, I assure," said Darcy, extending his arm to her. "May I escort you in?"

The electricity that was created when they touched was felt by both. Suddenly, the world seemed to fade away. Darcy had but a dim perception of Bingley leaving the receiving to accompany Jane into the ballroom. Lizzy could hear her mother giving last words of advice, but her voice sounded as if it were coming from very far away. Her entire body seemed in tune with Mr. Darcy's, causing her to shiver with delight.

"Are you cold?" Darcy asked in concern.

Elizabeth looked up into his brown eyes and it was at that moment that she knew. She loved him, totally and completely. If he were to leave Hertfordshire the next day and never return, her heart would still be his until the day she died.

"No, but thank you," she said.

"Are you sure?"

"Quite sure," said Elizabeth.

"Darcy!" cried Colonel Fitzwilliam. He had just noticed his cousin and if the lady on his arm was Miss Elizabeth Bennet than he could understand the man's earlier jealousy. "I had just been wondering where you had disappeared to."

"I was waiting to escort Miss Bennet into the ball," said Darcy.

He unconsciously pulled Elizabeth closer towards him as he spoke and the gesture warmed her heart. "Yes, sir, I am afraid that I am responsible for Mr. Darcy's tardiness."

"You seem to be well worth the wait, my fair lady," Fitzwilliam said gallantly.

"Fitzwilliam, I would like you to meet Miss Elizabeth Bennet of Longbourn," Darcy said, sounding rather tense. "Miss Bennet, please allow me to present my cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, sir," said Lizzy.

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well. My cousins have both written of you in their letters and I confess I arrived eager to make your acquaintance," said Fitzwilliam.

Elizabeth smiled. The Colonel appeared to be an open, amiable gentlemen. Unlike Mr. Wickham, his flattery was sincere and well intentioned. "You are too kind, Colonel Fitzwilliam."

"I believe Bingley wishes to address the company before the dancing begins," said Darcy. Although it pleased him that other members of his family seemed to share his high opinion of Elizabeth, he did not wish for his cousin to monopolize her attentions.

Colonel Fitzwilliam bid them farewell for the moment and watched in amusement as Darcy steered Elizabeth away. Only a short time ago he would have thought it impossible, but it seemed his cousin had been snared. The lady was lovely to be sure and her manners were quite pleasing but as a dedicated bachelor the Colonel believed he would have been able to resist her charms. He was glad for Darcy, for the pair seemed well suited, but that happiness did not extend far enough to wish the same situation upon himself. Moving towards the front of the crowd, Fitzwilliam watched as Bingley separated himself from a beautiful blonde haired creature, no doubt the other Miss Bennet, and moved to address the assembly.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began with a wide smile. "I would like to welcome you all to Netherfield. Your attendance this evening is most appreciated, not only by me but by my sisters as well. As you all know, tonight is the night that my youngest sister, Miss Margaret Bingley joins society and I can only hope that she feels as welcome here as I have felt since arriving in Hertfordshire."

"Rather long winded isn't he?" Maggie whispered to Georgie at the top of the stairs where the waited for their entrance cue.

"He is proud of you," said Georgiana.

"I know," said Maggie. She tugged at her blue gown and sighed. "I look like a monstrosity in this dress. I should have worn the other one."

"You look beautiful," Georgie said truthfully.

"Next to you, I appear as if I belong in the kennels with the other hounds," said Maggie.

Georgiana giggled. "I have never seen this side of you before. I do believe you are afraid to go downstairs."

"I am not afraid of anything," Maggie declared.

"Yes, you are."

"No, I am most certainly am not!"

"Then why are your knees shaking?" said Georgiana.

Maggie's eyes narrowed and she quickly began to descend the stairs, without waiting for her brother to announce her. Georgiana followed with a smile on her face. Margaret was her dearest friend in the world and Georgie was not about to allow an unfortunately timed case of stage fright to ruin her friend's introduction. She caught Bingley's eye as they neared the bottom and signaled that Maggie was en route.

"Miss Margaret Bingley," said Bingley, beaming at his baby sister.

Colonel Fitzwilliam, who in truth had been daydreaming during most of Bingley's speech, was surprised to discover it had ended. The attention of everyone in the room had suddenly become focused in another direction to examine the lady of the hour. Having seen the two elder Bingley sisters, Fitzwilliam was in no hurry to examine the youngest of the family. Still, he was a guest and it would not do to appear uninterested. He peered through the crowd, searching for a glimpse of the young lady, when the people parted in front of him and he was given an unobstructed view. Maggie happened to be looking in his direction and Colonel Fitzwilliam found himself staring into the bluest eyes he had ever beheld.

"Oh my Lord," Maggie gasped.

"What's wrong?" Georgiana whispered.

"That's him," said Maggie.

"That's who?"

"That's the man I am going to marry."

In an instant, Colonel Fitzwilliam was standing before her, gazing at her intensely. "Dance with me."

"I do not even know your name," Maggie stammered.

"Oh, I am sorry," said Georgiana. "Maggie, this is my cousin Colonel Fitzwilliam. Richard, this is Miss..."

"Dance with me," Fitzwilliam commanded again, not even noticing that he had interrupted his cousin.

"Yes," said Maggie.

The music began and there were three ladies among the crowd that were especially glad that the orchestra had selected a waltz. Mr. Bennet stood on the edge of the dance floor and, as was his customs, observed the goings on around him. It pleased him greatly to see Jane and Bingley gazing at one another with love and affection and even greater still to see the devotion etched in Darcy's face. His little Lizzy was growing up and seemed to have found a man who was worth of her.

Adding to his enjoyment of the evening was seeing Margaret dancing with a handsome stranger. Although Mr. Bennet was not acquainted with Colonel Fitzwilliam and had not yet been approached by Bingley or Darcy for consent, it was obvious to the older gentlemen that two proposals were eminent and another one would follow shortly behind.

"Miss Maggie seems to have captured herself a handsome gentleman."

Mr. Bennet turned and saw his wife standing beside him. "It is unfortunate you did not lay eyes upon him first or you could have claimed him for one of your own daughters."

"Even if I had, I do not believe it would have made a bit of difference," said Mrs. Bennet. "Miss Maggie is a beautiful girl and she has been most kind to our family. What kind of a woman would I be I would begrudge her a bit of joy of her own?"

Staring in amazement, Mr. Bennet caught a glimpse of someone he had not seen for many years. In the woman standing before him, he recognized the girl he had married so many years before. "You are a rare lady, Mrs. Bennet."

"Besides, once Jane and Lizzy are married, I shall not have to worry about the other girls. They will be placed in the path of other rich men, you see."

Mr. Bennet only smiled. His wife's rambling were amusing to him, as always. After all, what do we live for except to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn?

Part XVIII

Posted on Thursday, 15 August 2002

Caroline Bingley was seething.

The ball had proved to be almost more than it was possible for her to bare. She despised the company of those around her, these country people who consider themselves so grand. Watching her brother's inability to separate himself from Jane Bennet was insupportable as well. In Caroline's opinion, Charles should be aware enough of his responsibility to his family to keep him from falling for some impoverished young woman with no connections to speak of. Louisa was no help, she seemed to have come to the conclusion that a marriage was inevitable. It was infuriating.

The fact that everyone had gathered to celebrate Maggie's coming out did not improve her mood. Caroline had always been envious of her baby sister. Maggie's beauty and fortune gave her a distinct advantage in society and her easy friendliness had always made her a favorite among any circle. While Caroline had struggled for years to gain Mr. Darcy's attention, her sister had almost effortlessly managed to gain intimacy with Georgiana and her brother. Now, Maggie had captivated the son of an Earl. He was the second son to be sure, but his connections were extremely impressive.

All of this she would have been able to tolerate if not for Elizabeth Bennet. She had been monopolizing Mr. Darcy since her arrival. The thought of that upstart becoming the Mistress of Pemberley was nauseating to Caroline. Only the secret knowledge of what was to befall Miss Eliza later that evening allowed her to maintain her facade of politeness. Noticing the time, Caroline was relieved when it was finally time to sneak off to her chamber to begin the necessary preparations.

In truth, her absence went unnoticed by those she was scrutinizing so carefully.

Although Bingley, Darcy, and Fitzwilliam would have preferred to keep their ladies to themselves for the remainder of the evening, the rules of decorum dictated that they switch partners on occasion. As Caroline departed from the ball room, the three gentlemen were standing together by the refreshments, scowling in the direction of the officers who had dared to engage the hands of Jane, Elizabeth, and Maggie. Both Darcy and Bingley nervousness had reached epic proportions as neither of them had yet figured out a way to propose. Of course, it should be said, that their apprehension did not stop them from returning the Colonel's earlier teasing.

"Forever a bachelor, eh?" said Darcy.

"Things change," said Fitzwilliam.

"And quickly, it would appear," said Bingley. "You have only known my sister for a few hours and I have never seen a man so enamored."

"Look in a mirror," Fitzwilliam muttered.

Bingley and Darcy both laughed and Fitzwilliam was surprised to realize he did not care. Maggie was beautiful to be sure and that alone would have made dancing with her a pleasure. However, there was something more to his attraction. It was her laugh, her easygoing nature, the way she teased him. She was intelligent and witty and Fitzwilliam had found those characteristics to be in short supply among many of the ladies of his acquaintance. When Maggie smiled up at him, he knew he would move the world for her if she would ask. He also knew that he would stop at nothing to make her his.

Although they were each pleasant to their dance partner, the ladies thoughts were not much different from that of the gentlemen. Jane kept casting furtive glances in Mr. Bingley's direction. Lizzy appeared to be listening to her partner's recollections of his childhood but in truth her eyes were locked on Mr. Darcy. As their eyes met across the dance floor, she found she could no longer remember the steps. Maggie's mind was whirling madly as she nodded her head in response to something her own partner had said. She had never believed in love at first sight. She had always believed it to be utter nonsense invented by romance novelists. Now, however, her opinion was quite different. She knew in her heart that she loved Colonel Fitzwilliam and would follow him to the ends of the earth.

Mercifully for the three couples, the dance soon ended. Summoning all of his courage, Darcy separated himself from the other gentlemen and made his way to Elizabeth's side. "Miss Bennet, if I may speak with you."

"Of course, sir," said Lizzy, her heart beating wildly.

"It is rather warm in here. Would you be so kind as to accompany me to the library for a moment?" said Darcy.

Lizzy nodded and allowed herself to be lead out of the room and towards the library. She knew it was most improper to go somewhere alone with Mr. Darcy but her heart decreed that she would go with him, no matter where he took her. He was by far the best man she had ever known and she knew he would never attempt to take advantage of her.

Once they reached the library, Elizabeth sat herself on a sofa and watched in amusement as Darcy paced back and forth across the room. He appeared to be a state of great agitation and when he finally turned to her, his eyes were almost wild. "In vain I have struggled, it will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."

Elizabeth could say nothing as her heart swelled with joy.

"Almost from the very beginning of our acquaintance, I have felt for you a passionate admiration and regard. I ask you, no, I beg you to relieve my sufferings and consent to be my wife," said Darcy, kneeling before her.

"You have stated your feelings most eloquently, sir," Elizabeth said quietly. "And before I answer, I must be granted the opportunity to speak my own."

"Of course," said Darcy, as a sliver of fear pierced his heart.

"I am sure you are aware that there are many women who would give anything to trade places with me at this moment. Your wealth and connections make you a very eligible match for any young lady out to marry for purely mercenary reasons. However, I promised myself long ago that I would only marry for love. I have seen what becomes of a marriage when the couple do not respect or admire one another," said Elizabeth. "If we were to marry, I would not wish you to doubt my reasons for entering into such a union. I love you, Mr. Darcy. I wish for nothing in my life except to be your wife."

If Lizzy had been able to meet his eye, she would have seen how much an expression of heartfelt delight became him.

"Dearest, loveliest, Elizabeth," he whispered.

Delicately, he placed his fingers under her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. The joy he saw in her face matched his own and made it quite impossible for him to keep from placing a kiss on lips.

"I have dreamed about this," said Lizzy.

"As have I," said Darcy, placing some distance between himself and his fiancé. "You have made me the happiest of men."

Elizabeth laughed. "Since you have made me the happiest of women, I suppose that is an even trade."

"Now, I must go to your father before Bingley beats me to it," said Darcy.

Although he wished to never part from her side again, Darcy left the library in search of Mr. Bennet. Elizabeth sat alone in the library, in no hurry to join the others. She was so very happy at that moment that she believed nothing in the world could affect her joy.

Part XIX

Posted on Thursday, 15 August 2002

Caroline smiled and examined her handiwork. The writing was not an exact watch for Mr. Darcy's, but she doubted that Elizabeth would notice. Before folding the letter careful, she could not help but read it one last time.

Darling,

Meet me in the rose garden at 11:00. Tell no one for I have a surprise for you.

Love, Fitzwilliam

There was no doubt in Caroline's mind that Eliza would take the bait. She would arrive in the garden, expecting to find Mr. Darcy waiting for her but would find Wickham instead. Wickham would keep her hidden away until Darcy had come to his senses and realized that Miss Bennet was beneath his notice. No harm would come to the young lady. Caroline fully intended to see that she was returned to her family once Darcy was released from his spell. Once Darcy was free, Charles would no doubt realize the foolishness of his choice. The entire party could then leave for London and life would return to normal.

Again noticing the time, Miss Bingley made her way back downstairs. She quickly surveyed the servants who were rushing about to ensure things were running smoothly and spotted a young woman standing alone. She seemed surprised when Caroline approached her.

"Yes, miss?" said the young woman, curtseying quickly.

"I need you to deliver this for me to Miss Elizabeth Bennet for me and be sure that no one sees you," said Caroline. Without waiting for a response, she turned and entered the kitchen to make sure that dinner would be served on time.

It does not speak well of Caroline's housekeeping abilities that she approached a servant who had been hired only for the ball. Sarah Dickens was new to Hertfordshire. The Netherfield party and the guests in attendance that evening were strangers to her. She had no clue as to the identity of Miss Elizabeth Bennet had lost the opportunity to ask her mistress.

Sarah went in search of someone to aide her in her quest and quickly found a group of women who were preparing the dinner tables. "Excuse me?"

"Yes, what it is?" one of them said irritably.

"I was wondering if you would happen to know where I could find Miss Elizabeth Bennet," said Sarah.

"My guess would be in the ballroom," said another woman.

"Could you perhaps show her to me?" said Sarah.

"We don't have time for that now," said the first woman.

"It is important that I find her," said Sarah.

A woman with curly brown hair and kind eyes took pity on her. "Miss Elizabeth will be the pretty young thing with Mr. Darcy. They're inseparable these days."

Sarah sighed with relief. She knew Mr. Darcy. One of the kitchen maids had pointed him out earlier in the afternoon. It would be easy to find such a handsome man, even in a crowd. She would be able to complete Miss Bingley's request.

The ballroom was extremely crowded and it took Sarah a bit of time to locate Mr. Darcy. When she did, however, she was not disappointed. He was indeed engaged in conversation with a beautiful young lady with a warm smile and a mischievous glint in her eyes. Sarah watched them closely and when the at least separated, she carefully approached her.

"Miss?" Sarah said timidly.

"Yes?" the young lady said kindly.

"I was told to give this to you," said Sarah, thrusting the letter into the lady's hands.

"Thank you."

Sarah bowed briefly and then fled back to the other servants. She was glad to have completed her task so quickly and unobserved by the other guests. She needed work and was hoping that the Bingleys would offer to employ her full time.

Back in the ballroom, the lady opened Sarah's delivered missive and read it quickly. A warm blush spread across her cheeks as did a smile that she could not contain. She was delighted with what she hoped would be the first of many love letters and eager to meet the gentleman who had written it. Without a word to anyone, she slipped out of the room and made her way out of the house unseen.

It was a warm night for November and the full moon only added to the romantic atmosphere. The air was heavy with the sweet perfume of roses and she sighed contentedly. She was blissfully happy and while she waited for her gentleman to arrive, she entertained herself with daydreams of their future together. These imaginings were so pleasant that she failed to hear the sound of approaching footsteps. In fact, she was not aware of the fact that she was no longer alone until she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Smiling, she turned, expecting to see a pair of loving eyes staring down at her. Instead, what she saw made her gasp. She opened her mouth to scream but suddenly pain exploded in her skull. Dizzy and disoriented, she collapsed to the ground as the world faded to black.

Half an hour passed. Caroline spent the time giving pointless instructions to the cook and carefully hiding her glee. When she returned to her guests to announce that supper was served, her rival for Mr. Darcy's affection would be gone. She would affect worry and concern, impressing Darcy with her compassion. Soon he would realize the truth concerning his feelings for her. Caroline Bingley would be the Mistress of Pemberley.

Mentally rehearsing her reaction to the news of Eliza's disappearance, Caroline returned to the ballroom. People were milling around happily, unaware of what had occurred. It gave her a sense of power over them to realize that she had outsmarted them all.

"Caroline, you seem well pleased with yourself," said Bingley as he approached her.

"Everything has gone according to plan," she said.

"I am so glad. I wanted this evening to be perfect and so far it has been exactly that," said Bingley, smiling widely. "Congratulations are in order, Caroline. I have proposed to Jane Bennet and she has accepted me."

It was a blow, but she recovered quickly. Let Charles marry his country upstart as long as she could have Mr. Darcy. "That is wonderful. I wish you and she all the joy in the world."

"I believe we shall have it," said Bingley.

"And where is my future sister? I wish to congratulate her as well," said Miss Bingely.

"Here is your opportunity for here she comes," said Bingley.

Caroline looked up with a fake smile for Jane but it quickly faded when she saw who accompanied her. Standing with Jane Bennet was no other than Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth.

"Miss Eliza," Caroline stammered.

"Caroline, what is wrong?" said Bingley.

"Are you well?" said Jane.

Panic threatened to overtake Caroline. It was after eleven and Elizabeth Bennet was still standing at Mr. Darcy's side. Something must have gone wrong. Where was Wickham? What had happened to her note? Did they know of what she had planned?

"I must sit down," said Caroline.

"Let me get you a glass of wine," said Darcy.

"William," cried Georgiana as she rushed up to her brother, followed closely by Colonel Fitzwilliam. "I need to speak with you."

"Not now, Georgie. Miss Bingley is ill," said Darcy.

"Cousin, it is urgent," said Colonel Fitzwilliam.

"What's wrong?" said Elizabeth, recognizing the near panic in his voice.

"We can not find Maggie," said Georgiana.

"What do you mean you can not find her?" said Bingley.

"No one has seen her in more than half an hour," said Fitzwilliam. "We've looked everywhere and there is not a trace of her. It is as if she was simply disappeared."

"Miss Bingley!" Jane cried.

Caroline had fainted dead away.

Part XX

Posted on Sunday, 18 August 2002

Maggie awoke slowly. Her head ached and her body was sore from sleeping on the ground for so long. She looked around in confusion at her surroundings, trying to remember where she was. The small room was tattered and dirty and smelled rather unpleasant. Maggie reviewed the events of the previous night in her mind, trying to recall how she had come to wind up in such a dreadful place.

The door opened just then and the answer to her pondering stepped inside. "Ah, Sleeping Beauty awakes."

Suddenly everything came rushing back to her. The maid delivering the note from Colonel Fitzwilliam and her rushing out to the rose garden to meet him. Wickham's arrival and the blow to her head that was causing her present pain. Maggie tried to rise but was only able to reach her knees before dizziness caused her to return to the floor.

"Please, don't get up," Wickham said with a laugh. He poured a glass of water from a nearby pitcher and offered it to her. "I must say, I was quite surprised when I came across you in the garden last night. You were not who I was expecting."

"I am sorry to have disappointed you," Maggie said bitterly.

He laughed. "It wasn't a disappointment, I assure you. Miss Elizabeth would have been a fair prize but I believe I will fetch an even bigger price for you."

"Miss Elizabeth?" Maggie repeated.

"You have many admirers, Maggie," said Wickham, ignoring her confusion. "They spent most of last night and all of this morning searching for you. They will never think to look here, of course. This is the last place they would expect to find us."

"Why are you doing this?" said Maggie.

"Money, of course. Your brother will pay dearly for your return. Mr. Darcy will be equally eager to rescue his sister's dearest friend and let us not forget the Colonel. All of Hertfordshire is talking of his heartbreak at losing you. Well done, my dear. To have captured the son of an Earl in so short a time is an accomplishment indeed," said Wickham.

Again, Maggie attempted to get to her feet but fell short of her goal. In addition to her throbbing head, she was beginning to feel weak and feverish. "I need a doctor."

"There will be time enough for that once the ransom is paid," said Wickham.

"There will be no ransom if I die," said Maggie.

"Do not be so dramatic. They say that only the good die young and I believe that is quite too true. You are far too stubborn to succumb to a little bump on the head," said Wickham.

"Do you really believe they will pay the ransom and leave you be," said Maggie, suddenly furious. "You have angered powerful people, Wickham. They will not rest until you are punished for what you have done."

"I would not be so sure of that," he said.

"Then you are a fool," said Maggie.

The blow came so quickly that Maggie had no time to prepare herself. Pain exploded behind her eye and her vision grayed as the world swam out of focus. As she tried to steady herself, she delicately touched the offended area of her face and winced. Her eye would surely blacken.

"It is you who are the fool," Wickham growled. "Has it never occurred to you to wonder how I knew to be at Netherfield last night just as you stepped outside?"

"The letter," Maggie said softly.

"Bravo," he said.

"You said you had planned on finding Elizabeth last night. The letter was for her, not for me. She was supposed to believe it was from Mr. Darcy," she said.

"You are quite the thinker when you want to be," said Wickham.

"But you could not have written it," said Maggie. "If you had entered the house, even to give it to one of the servants, you surely would have been seen."

"Right again," said Wickham.

"Then who?"

"Think," he said. "Who wanted Miss Elizabeth out of the way? Who hated her enough to risk everything to rid themselves of her?"

"No one," said Maggie.

"Really, Maggie, surely you can not be that blind to the faults of your sister," Wickham said with a malicious grin.

She paled. "No."

"Yes."

"You lie," she cried.

"I am afraid this time I tell the truth," said Wickham.

"She would never do such a thing," said Maggie, sighing dejectedly. Despite her protestations, she knew he was speaking the truth. Caroline's behavior since arriving in Hertfordshire had become erratic and disturbing. Having spent her life on the receiving end of her sister's temper, Maggie knew more than anyone what Caroline was capable of. "And even if what you say is true, then you have even more reason to fear. Now that she knows that I was taken instead of Elizabeth, she will confess everything and you will be found."

"You have been missing for more than twelve hours now and she has told no one," said Wickham.

"But that is impossible! Caroline is my sister and no matter what her feelings of Elizabeth she would not wish harm to come to me," Maggie said sarcastically.

"Amazing. Even after learning what she has done, you still think her to be a woman of principle. I, on the other hand, perfectly comprehend Miss Bingley's behavior. We seem to be cut from a similar cloth," said Wickham.

"If you are such an expert on my sister, then perhaps you would be kind enough to explain her to me," Maggie said.

"If your sister were to admit that she had been instrumental in your abduction, what would be the results? Her brother and sister would turn against her, leaving her with no family. Her chances of finding a suitable husband would plummet from minimal to nonexistent. The Darcys would hate her and am I sure Colonel Fitzwilliam would have to be physically restrained from throwing her in the stocks. Miss Bingley would be ruined. She knows you will be returned eventually, once I have received my money. Why risk everything only to expedite the inevitable. Right now, she is praying that the ransom will be paid quickly and that I will do the job I was paid to do and keep my mouth shut," said Wickham.

"Then why tell me this? Why risk losing your only ally at Netherfield," said Maggie.

Wickham shrugged. "I have my reasons."

"I believe it is because you wished me to have the pain of knowing my own sister is the reason for my imprisonment," said Maggie.

"Perhaps," said Wickham. "Although I do not think it is fair to place the entire blame on Miss Bingley. You yourself played a part as well."

"Really? I asked to be taken from my family and friends and held here against my will? I have done nothing to deserve such treatment and if you were a man of any character at all you would release me at once," said Maggie.

"You will soon learn you are not in a position to give orders," said Wickham. He leaned forward as if to strike her again and Maggie flinched away. Satisfied, he grinned. "Now, I must go. I have a ransom note to deliver."

"I hope you fall and break your neck," said Maggie.

"I would not say such things if I were you," said Wickham. "For I should die, you would have no one to take care of you."

He left and Maggie heard him lock the door behind him. Once he was gone, she closed her eyes. Despite her brave words and determination to appear unafraid, she was terrified. Maggie knew she should search for a way out of her prison cell but she was too weak to move. She had been seriously ill only once in her life, having contracted scarlet fever as a child. This felt much worse. Lying on the cold floor, Maggie could only pray that Wickham was right and she was too stubborn to die like this.

"Richard," she whispered. "Please find me."

Part XXI

Posted on Sunday, 18 August 2002

"Everyone is staring at us," Maggie laughed as they began to dance.

"No, I believe that everyone is staring at you," said Fitzwilliam.

"Why should that be so? I have spent the last hour in front of a mirror and I noticed nothing extraordinary," said Maggie.

"You must be aware of how beautiful you are," said Fitzwilliam.

Maggie blushed as she laughed. "You should not say such things. My brother Charles has warned me of men flattery young ladies such as myself. I should think you have less than honorable intentions."

"I assure you, Miss Bingley, that my intention are quite honorable," said Fitzwilliam.

"Since I have heard nothing but good things of you from Georgiana and Mr. Darcy, I shall take you on your word," said Maggie.

"Remind me thank my cousins later," said Fitzwilliam. He leaned closer to stare her eyes. "Although right now I admit I am quite resentful that neither of them were thoughtful enough to introduce us sooner."

"Do not blame them. From my understanding, you were always too busy to except Darcy's invitations. Georgiana tells me that your duties in the military are quite demanding," said Maggie.

"And you never seemed able to accompany them to Rosings," said the Colonel.

"My social calendar was always unusually full whenever the opportunity to journey into Kent arose," said Maggie. "I was there only once and I do not believe that Lady Catherine approved of me."

"Lady Catherine approves of no one. Why else would you call her the Dragon Lady?" said Fitzwilliam.

"I can not believe Georgie told you that," Maggie gasped.

"Have no fear, I am not offended. In truth, I believe your description of my Aunt to be rather apt," he said, charmed by her all the more.

"Your cousins would wish you to think ill of me," said Maggie.

"I assure you," said Fitzwilliam. "That is quite impossible."

"I am very glad," said Maggie.

"I have been searching for you all my life," said Fitzwilliam.

Maggie was very pleasant with the comment and smiled. "How strange. I was not aware that I was lost."

"You must have been because I have been searching a long time," said Fitzwilliam with a dashing smile of his own.

"And how old are you?" said Maggie.

"I am nine and twenty," said the Colonel, somewhat puzzled by the question.

"Nine and twenty," Maggie repeated. "If it has taken you that long to find me, Colonel Fitzwilliam, then I would highly suggest taking care to not lose me again."

Fitzwilliam opened his eyes and sighed. His memories of the ball last night, of holding Maggie in his arms as they danced, were pleasant and torturous at the same time. Her comments seemed to mock him for it was only hours after their conversation that she had disappeared. He, Darcy, and Bingley had spent hours scouring the county but had found no sign of her. They had returned to briefly rest and regroup. Soon they would begin again but not one of them had an idea as to where to look.

"Let us go over everything again," said the Colonel.

"Georgiana was the first to realize Maggie was missing at sometime around eleven-thirty. She alerted Fitzwilliam and they informed the rest of us soon after. We searched the grounds immediately and found nothing. Since then, all of Hertfordshire has been searched and she has not been recovered," Bingley said quietly.

"And all the guest have been questioned," said Fitzwilliam.

"No one saw anything," said Darcy.

"Dammit, there must have been something we missed! She could not have just disappeared from a crowded party," said Fitzwilliam.

"I should have killed him when I had the chance," said Darcy.

"Killed who?" said Bingley.

"Wickham," Darcy raged. "We all know he is behind this. If I had killed him at Ramsgate, none of this would have happened. Elizabeth would not have been attacked and Maggie would not have been taken."

"If he truly is behind this, he will die soon enough," Fitzwilliam said grimly.

Bingley shook his head. "Maggie would never allow it and neither shall I. If he has indeed taken her, then I will pay whatever ransom he demands. He will be punished but I will not have his death hanging on my sister's conscious."

There was a knock at the door and the housekeeper, Mrs. Andrews, stepped inside the library. "I am sorry to disturb you, sir, but this just arrived."

"Thank you," said Bingley and the lady quickly left as he tore open the envelope.

"What is it?" Fitzwilliam demanded.

"It is from Wickham," said Bingley. "He wants thirty thousand pounds."

"Georgiana's fortune," said Darcy.

"Exactly. He claims that it was Maggie's interference in his courtship of Georgiana that cost him this sum in the first place. Once he receives his payment, Maggie will be returned," said Bingley.

"Is she safe?" said Fitzwilliam, ripping the letter out of his friend's hands.

"He says she needs a doctor," Bingley whispered.

"Good Lord," said Darcy.

"Do you have the money?" said Fitzwilliam.

"Yes, but it will take some time to get," said Bingley.

"Let me help you," said Darcy.

Ordinarily, Bingley would have refused such an offer but his sister's life was at stake. "Thank you, Darcy."

"I will write to my father immediately," said Fitzwilliam. "I am sure he will be willing to help us as well."

"Again, I thank you," said Bingley.

Fitzwilliam threw Wickham's letter to the floor. "It is as if he believes you have thirty thousand pounds lying in your bed chamber! Does he not understand that it takes time to raise that large a sum?"

"If what he writes the truth and Maggie is truly in need of a doctor, then time may be the one thing we do not have," said Darcy.

"Then what do we do?" said Bingley.

"We keep looking," said Fitzwilliam. "I promised her I would not lose her and I have no intention of breaking my promise."

Part XXII

Posted on Sunday, 18 August 2002

"I know who took her," Georgiana whispered.

Jane and Elizabeth exchanged worried looks. Since the disappearance of her friend, Miss Darcy had been inconsolable. They had stayed at Netherfield to console her while the gentlemen proceeded with their search.

"I heard my brother and the other gentlemen talking this morning," Georgiana continued. "If I had known Mr. Wickham was in Hertfordshire, I would have pleaded with Maggie to be more careful. He truly hates her."

"I am sure Mr. Wickham is not involved," said Jane.

"You do not know what he is capable of," said Georgiana.

Elizabeth put her arm around the younger girl. "We know what Maggie is capable of. If Wickham is indeed responsible for her abduction, it is he who should be worried."

"Perhaps you are right," said Georgiana.

"Lizzy is always right," said Jane.

Georgiana smiled sadly. "From my what I heard this morning, I know you are both familiar with what happened at Ramsgate. I do not mind you knowing. Soon, you will both be family."

"It must have been painful," said Elizabeth.

"It was," said Georgiana. "I cringe to think of what might have happened if Maggie had not arrived when she did. I was in the sitting room with Mr. Wickham, discussing our plans, when she suddenly burst into the room, clutching her father's sword. She had brought it all the way from London."

"She had a sword?" said Jane in amazement.

"It was so heavy that I do not know how she managed to lift it. Wickham was so shocked that he dropped the cup of tea he was holding directly into his lap," said Georgiana.

"What did he say?" said Elizabeth.

"He tried to pretend he was glad to see her but Maggie would not listen to a word. She told him that my brother was on his way and that he should depart immediately. When he refused, she threatened to run him through."

Lizzy could not help but laugh. "Run him through?"

"She told me later that she had been reading a book on pirates and the phrase just slipped out," said Georgiana.

"I would never have such courage," said Jane.

"Maggie never would have hurt him," said Georgiana. "She would never hurt anyone. She cannot stand to see anyone in pain. Once, we were shopping in London and saw a shopkeeper strike one of his delivery boys. Maggie stepped between the two of them and declared she would never again visit a store with such a cruel owner. The boy now works in her godparent's stables. He adores her."

"Has anyone written to her godparents and told them what has happened?" said Elizabeth.

"Mr. Bingley wrote to them this morning," said Jane.

"They will be devastated. They love her as if she were their own daughter," said Georgie.

"We will find her shortly," said Elizabeth.

"I pray we do," said Georgiana.

Jane sighed softly. "Do you suppose we should check on Miss Bingley? She has not been out of her room all day."

"She told the servants she wants to be left alone," said Georgiana.

"She has taken this hard," said Elizabeth.

"Harder than I expected," Georgie snorted, then blushed. "I am sorry. That was unkind."

"You are upset," said Jane.

"I just hate sitting here and doing nothing. If it was I who were taken, Maggie would be out searching for me. She would not be sitting here, drinking tea," said Georgiana.

"The last thing she would want is for you to place yourself in danger," said Elizabeth.

"I know. She is always warning me to be cautious. She tries to protect everyone around her and yet plunges headfirst into danger without a second thought," said Georgiana.

"That is unwise. You must speak to her about it, once she returns," said Lizzy.

"Yes," Georgiana said, after a moment. "After she returns."

The ladies all sipped their tea without tasting it and prayed that Maggie's safe return would occur soon.

Part XXIII

Posted on Sunday, 18 August 2002

When Wickham returned from seeing to the deliver of his ransom note, he entered the tiny room cautiously. He expected to find Maggie pacing restlessly and was surprised that she was again asleep. Close examination of his prisoner revealed that she was hot and feverish. She did not look well at all.

A pang of conscious struck him. Mr. Wickham was a man who was not above causing pain to others to achieve his goals, but he was not wholly cruel. While he did hate Maggie Bingley for the disappointments she had caused him, he did not wish her to die. Wickham had no intentions of becoming a murderer.

"Your brother had better pay soon," he said softly. "Your death would not be desirable to any of us, especially your Colonel."

Maggie made no response.

Part XXIV

Posted on Wednesday, 21 August 2002

Sarah Dickens knocked nervously on the servant's entrance to Netherfield. Her body was tired and her face was swollen from crying. Sarah was uneducated but she was by no means stupid. After news of Miss Maggie Bingley's disappearance had spread throughout the county and the true identity of Elizabeth Bennet had been revealed to her, it did not take her long to realize the letter she had delivered might hold a clue to the mystery. At first, she had not told anyone. Surely Miss Bingley would come forward if the letter had caused her sister pain. However, as the hours passed and the search for Maggie Bingley grew more desperate, Sarah decided to go to Netherfield. Though her only acquaintance with Maggie had been the delivery of the letter, Mr. Bingley had been kind to her. She believed he had the right to know everything that had occurred the previous night.

"Yes?" said the man who answered the door.

"I need to speak with Mr. Bingley," said Sarah.

"The master is busy," he said.

"I need to speak with him," Sarah repeated.

"May I ask why?" he said.

"I may know something about his sister's abduction."

Immediately, Sarah was ushered through the halls and into the library. She was quickly seated on a nearby sofa. The man who had answered the door was excused and the three gentlemen crowded around her, peering down at her anxiously.

"What do you know?" said Fitzwilliam.

"I do not know if it is anything," Sarah said timidly.

"Tell us what you saw," said Darcy.

"I did not see anything," said Sarah. She took a deep breathe and tried to steady her nerves. "Last night, I was approached by a lady. She gave me a letter and told me to see that it was delivered to Miss Elizabeth Bennet."

"To Elizabeth?" said Darcy.

"What does this have to do with my sister?" said Bingley.

"I am new to Hertfordshire, sir. I arrived at Netherfield yesterday afternoon and had no chance to see the young ladies of the house. I was told that Miss Darcy and Miss Maggie Bingley were preparing for the ball. I spent most of the day in the kitchens, you see," said Sarah.

"This is pointless," said Darcy.

"Let her talk," said Fitzwilliam.

"I missed Miss Maggie's introduction. I wanted to see it, but I had work to do. All the servants in the kitchen were talking about how beautiful she was and how all the other young ladies looked so fine so I got curious. I wanted to go to that ballroom and peek inside," said Sarah.

"And that's when this lady approached you with letter?" said Fitzwilliam.

"Yes," said Sarah.

"Who was it?" said Darcy.

Sarah looked down at the rug. "I can not say."

Fitzwilliam started to speak, but Bingley interrupted him. "We will come back to that later, Miss. Please continue."

"She told me to give the letter to Miss Elizabeth Bennet, but like I said, I am new here. I did not know Miss Bennet. I asked the other women I was working to show me who she was, but they were all busy. Finally, one of them told me that I would find Miss Bennet with Mr. Darcy. I had seen him earlier and I knew I would recognize him so I went to the ballroom. There was a pretty young lady talking with him and I believed her to be Miss Bennet. I waited until they were done talking and I gave her the letter," said Sarah.

"Elizabeth never mentioned this," said Darcy.

"Perhaps that is because I don't think it was Miss Bennet who received the letter," said Sarah.

"Why is that?" said Bingley.

"My cousins have lived in Meryton for years. They were discussing the events of last night at breakfast this morning and they told me that Miss Elizabeth Bennet had dark brown curls," said Sarah. "The women I delivered the letter to last night had blonde curls."

"Maggie," said Fitzwilliam.

"Did you happen to see what the letter said?" said Bingley.

Sarah blushed. "It was not sealed, sir. I could not help but read it."

"What did it say then?" said Darcy.

"It was written by a gentlemen but it wasn't addressed by name. It said he wanted the lady to meet him in the rose garden at eleven and it was signed Fitzwilliam," said Sarah.

"I wrote no such letter," said Darcy.

"Nor did I," said Fitzwilliam. "But if she received it, she would have believed it to be from me. That's why she was outside."

"And Wickham was waiting for her, thinking he would find Elizabeth," said Darcy.

"Miss Dickens, please," said Bingley. He knelt before her and took her hand pleadingly. "We received a ransom note from my sister's captor and it says that she is ill. I do not know if I will be able to raise the necessary money in time. Please, if we are to find her, we need to know the person who gave you the letter."

"I do not want to cause trouble," Sarah stammered.

"Please," said Fitzwilliam.

Sarah looked into the pained eyes of the three gentlemen and could not resist their request. "It was Miss Bingley."

"What?" Bingley whispered.

Fitzwilliam and Darcy stood in shock. They both knew Caroline to be a jealous woman but would she really plot such misdeeds towards Elizabeth? Would she remain silent while her own sister suffered?

All who knew Mr. Bingley believed him to be a kind, amiable man. He reacted to all of life's problems with a smile or laugh. He never raised his voice and had never in his life caused deliberate pain to anyone. Many of his acquaintances believed him to be quite incapable of anger, even when it was well deserved. These individuals would have greatly surprised to see the rage twisting Charles Bingley's face as he comprehended what Sarah was telling him.

"Caroline!"

Part XXV

Posted on Wednesday, 21 August 2002

"Caroline," Bingley yelled again as he burst out of the library.

"What's happening?" said Elizabeth as she and the other ladies came out into the hall. "What's going on?"

Darcy immediately went to her side. With Sarah Dickens' information, he had begun to comprehend just how close he came to losing her. "We think we might have discovered what happened to Maggie."

"Do you know where to find her?" said Georgiana.

"Not yet, but we will soon," said Fitzwilliam.

"Caroline, I am not kidding," Bingley yelled. "If you do not come down here this instant, I shall go up there and fetch you myself."

"Charles, please. The servants can hear you," said Caroline as she began to descend the stairs. "Now, what has happened? Have you found her?"

Bingley charged up the stairs and grabbed her by the arm. "How could you do such a thing? How could you possibly be so cold and heartless?"

"Charles, what are you doing?" said Louisa as she and Mr. Hurst appeared at the top of the stairs. Though she and Maggie had never been close, she was genuinely grieved the loss of her youngest sister.

"Do you have any idea what possibly could have befallen her?" said Bingley, dragging Caroline down the stairs.

"You're hurting me," Caroline whined.

"Where did he take her?" said Fitzwilliam, glaring down at her.

"I do not know," said Caroline.

"How could Miss Bingley possibly know where Wickham would hide Maggie?" said Jane.

"Because she helped him take her," said Darcy.

"What?" Louisa cried. "That's impossible."

"Maggie is her sister," said Elizabeth.

Caroline stared up at the three gentlemen who were towering over her. "How did you find out?"

"Then you do not deny it," said Fitzwilliam.

"I have no wish to deny it," said Caroline.

"Why?" said Georgiana.

"Because it was supposed to be her," Caroline said viciously, pointing at Elizabeth. "She was supposed to get the letter. She was supposed to go out to the rose gardens. Wickham was supposed to take her. This is all her fault."

"Don't you dare try to blame Elizabeth for this," said Darcy, his voice deadly.

"You knew this whole time," Jane said in amazement.

"No, there must be some mistake," said Louisa.

"There is no mistake," said Caroline.

"But don't you understand what might have happened? Miss Elizabeth might have been hurt or even killed. Who knows what has befallen Maggie since she has been abducted? Do you mean to tell me that you had the means of finding her this entire time and you said nothing? You allowed her to suffer and for what? For a man who will never love you?" said Louisa.

Mr. Hurst reached out and took his wife's hand. Though he was not the most devoted of husbands, he did love his wife and had always been fond of Maggie. Her spirited nature often provided excellent entertainment.

"Tell us where he has taken her," said Fitzwilliam.

"I told you, I do not know," Caroline said sullenly.

It was obvious to all that she was lying.

"Caroline, listen to me," said Bingley. "We received a ransom not from Wickham. He says that Maggie needs a doctor."

"No," Georgiana gasped.

"He is probably lying," said Caroline.

"But what if he isn't? Your sister needs you," said Elizabeth.

"She is ill," said Louisa.

"I can not help you," said Caroline.

To the surprise of everyone in the party, Georgiana reached forward and slapped Caroline so soundly that her head rocked back. "I hate you!"

"Georgiana," said Darcy, pulling his sister back.

"Well done," said Fitzwilliam. "I would say that was well deserved."

"Charles, did you see what she did?" said Caroline, blinking back tears.

Bingley stared at her, his eyes cold. "Get out of my house."

"You can not mean that," said Caroline. "Louisa, tell him he can not do that to me."

"It is not my decision to make," said Mrs. Hurst.

"If you would rather see your own sister suffer at the hands of a monster than risk your position in society to help her, then I will no longer be responsible for you. I must allow you to make your own way in the world," said Bingley.

Caroline paled. "You can not mean that."

"I most certainly do. Now, Caroline, you have a choice. You can either tell where Wickham is keeping Maggie or you can leave Netherfield and never return. Take your pick," said Bingley.

"One of Wickham's fellow officers used to have family in Hertfordshire," Caroline said reluctantly. She did not want to admit to the further offense of knowing Maggie's location, but could not risk becoming poor. "His uncle used to work as a gardener for the Bennets."

"Mr. Carlson?" said Jane.

"Wickham never mentioned his name. All he said was that he knew that this man had lived in a little cottage on the Longbourn estate. It was a little out of the way place, not visible from the main house. When the gardener died, his replacement was already settled in Meryton and did not wish to occupy the cottage. It has remained unattended ever since," said Caroline.

"He is keeping her at Longbourn," Elizabeth said in shock. "But surely someone would have seen him!"

"Wickham has been hiding there for some time. He knows of paths through the woods and fields so he can come and go as he pleases without being seen," said Caroline.

"Mr. Hurst, stay with the ladies," said Fitzwilliam, already starting towards the door.

"I am coming to," said Georgiana.

"No, you are staying here," said Darcy. He saw his sister was about to argue and quickly cut her off. "Maggie would never forgive me if I allowed harm to come to you in her absence."

"The cottage is on the north side of the property," said Elizabeth.

Mr. Darcy took her hands in his and squeezed them gently. "We will be back soon."

"Please, make sure that you and Maggie return to us safely," said Lizzy.

"Be careful," said Jane.

"Charles if Maggie is ill or hurt, do not risk her health by bringing her here," said Louisa. She gave Jane and Elizabeth a hopeful look. "I am sure the Bennets will see to it that she is well cared for."

"Of course," said Jane.

"We must go," Fitzwilliam said urgently.

The gentlemen departed. The ladies watched them go bravely but once they were gone, Georgiana burst into worried tears. Jane and Elizabeth helped her back into the drawing room while the Hursts watched in concern.

"If they do not all return safely, I fear she will never recover," Louisa said softly.

Caroline moved to reach out towards her sister. "Louisa, I never intended for this to happen. You must know that."

"Leave her be," said Mr. Hurst.

"Go to your chamber, Caroline," Louisa said tiredly. "Go there and pray for your sister's safe return and that your family might one day forgive you. Right now, I can not stand to look at your face."

The Hursts followed the others into the drawing room, leaving Miss Bingley standing totally and completely alone.

Part XXVI

Posted on Wednesday, 21 August 2002

When Maggie awoke again, it was dark. There were no windows in the room but she guessed night must have fallen. Wickham was seated near the doorway, watching her carefully. "Could you care for a glass of water?"

"Yes," she said thickly.

He handed her the glass and helped her to drink it. "I am surprised you would be willing to take anything from me. You have a suspicious mind."

"It had occurred to me that you might have poisoned the water," said Maggie. Her voice was deep and raspy and she winced as she spoke as though it caused her pain. "But if you had wished to kill me, you would have done so while I slept."

"How are you feeling?" said Wickham.

"Can we dispense with the pleasantries, please? I really am quite tired," said Maggie.

"You look terrible," said Wickham.

She laughed, which turned into a harsh cough. "Thank you."

"I delivered the ransom note. I told your brother that you needed a doctor," he said.

"Then I suppose you will receive your money quickly," said Maggie.

"Let us both hope so," said Wickham. He stared at her thoughtfully for a moment. "If circumstances had been different, I think we might have been friends."

"I doubt that," she said.

"Why is that?" said Wickham.

"Because I tend not to be friends with those who cause my eyes to blacken. It is just a little rule I have," said Maggie.

Wickham smiled. "You really are difficult. I wonder if the Colonel realizes what he has in store for him."

"Why don't you ask him?" said Maggie, before she began to cough again.

He moved to offer her another glass of water but stopped suddenly. "Do you hear that?"

"If it is Death, tell him I should be ready in a day or two," Maggie said.

"Shut up," Wickham snapped. He appeared to be listening closely and then suddenly pulled her to her feet. "We have to leave."

"What are you talking about?" Maggie said in confusion. And then she heard it. Horses, coming towards them. They had been discovered.

Wickham dragged her to the door and leaned her against the wall as he struggled with the key. Shivering Maggie sank back to the floor. He glared own at her frustration. "Get up!"

"I can not move," she said truthfully.

"You are going to have to," he growled.

"I will only slow you down," Maggie said desperately. She could hear shouting now, and thought she recognized her brother's voice. "Your only chance to escape is if you leave me behind."

For a moment, Wickham's eyes flickered with indecision. Maggie was his only hope at collect the ransom. To leave would mean giving up all hope of collecting his thirty thousand pounds.

"Your money will do you no good if they find you," said Maggie.

Wickham fled.

Outside the cottage, the gentlemen dismounted. Fitzwilliam had planned on stopping and planning their next move, but having Maggie so close seemed to have destroyed his sense of reason. Running towards the house with Bingley and Darcy close at his heels, Fitzwilliam kicked open the door and stepped inside. "Maggie!"

"In here," came the weak reply.

He raced towards the sound of that precious voice. His heart was pounding loudly in his ears and he was terrified of the condition in which he would find her. When his eyes at last came to rest on the young woman he loved, he froze. Behind him, Bingley gasped at seeing her huddled on the floor, flushed and shaking with fever.

"It is not as bad as it looks," Maggie said quietly.

"Are you alright?" said Fitzwilliam, scooping her up in her arms and holding her close.

"I will be, now that you are here," she said.

"Where is he?" said Darcy.

"He ran when he heard you approaching," said Maggie. She began to cough, causing the gentlemen to exchange looks of concern. "You have to find him. He was going to take Elizabeth."

"I will not leave you," said Fitzwilliam.

"Then it will never stop. He will take me again, or Elizabeth, or Georgiana, or Jane. He will not stop until he gets what he wants," said Maggie.

"Fitzwilliam, you a military man. You are the only one that is capable of tracking him. I will get Maggie to Longbourn and a doctor. You and Darcy go after Wickham," said Bingley.

"Fitzwilliam, if we are going to go, we must leave now," said Darcy.

The Colonel tenderly touched Maggie's face and noticed for the first time that both of her eyes had been blackened. Fury overtook him and he gently shifted the lady into the arms of her brother. "I will return to you."

"With Wickham alive," she said.

"I can not promise you that, but I will try," said Fitzwilliam.

"Cousin," Darcy said urgently.

Fitzwilliam quickly kissed Maggie on the forehead and then he and Darcy went to find their prey, leaving the Bingley's alone. With the two gentlemen gone, Maggie's brave face quickly disappeared and her head collapsed against her brother's shoulder. "Charles, I want to go home."

"Shh, Maggie," he whispered. "We'll get you to Longbourn. Do you think you can hold on to me if we ride?"

"I don't think so," she said.

Bingley nodded and carried his sister out of her prison. He could not help but notice the squalid conditions she had been forced to endure. Tears began to fall down his face as he began the journey towards Longbourn. Every bump along the way seemed to cause Maggie to wince in pain and each of these further lacerated Bingley's heart.

"Why are you crying? This is a happy ending," Maggie said after awhile.

"We were all so worried about you," said Bingley.

Maggie smiled up at him weakly. "Do not tell me such things, for I will think you all to be foolish. You should have known that I would be able to manage myself perfectly well."

"That is probably correct," he said with a smile of his own.

"You have not carried me like this since we were children," said Maggie. "I remember the Christmas when I sprained my ankle. The doctor ordered me confined to my bed for two weeks but you carried me downstairs on Christmas morning so I could open my presents."

"That was only because it would have been more difficult to carry all your packages up to you. Even then, you had many admirers," said Bingley.

"Father used to always get so angry when he saw my pile under the tree. He said the world was spoiling me," said Maggie.

Bingley laughed. "I never understood that, considering he had purchased the majority of them himself."

A twisted root laying along the ground caused Bingley to stumble just then and for Maggie to gasp aloud in pain. Memories of happier times were quickly replaced with a growing uneasiness.

"As soon as we arrive at Longbourn, I am afraid I must leave you. I am going to ride into Meryton for the doctor. The Bennets will take care of you until the other gentlemen and I are back," said Bingley.

"Are Lizzy and Jane there?" asked Maggie.

"No, they are at Netherfield, caring for Georgiana. I am sure they will arrive quickly once they know you have been found," said Bingley.

"How is Georgie?" said Maggie.

"Lost without you, just like the rest of us," said Bingley.

Maggie nodded and settled herself back against her brother. "I know that you are worried about me, Charles, but I assure you that I will be fine. There are far too many people in the world who need my care for me to even think about dying. You, Mr. Darcy, Jane, Lizzy, Georgie, Colonel Fitzwilliam, the Tarringtons, even Louisa and Mr. Hurst. I will not be able to rest until you are all happily situated and then there is my own life to attend to. I fear I will be around to mettle in your affairs for some time to come."

"My dear sister," Bingley said thickly. "You have no idea how many will be glad to hear that."