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Chapter One

Posted on Saturday, 26 August 2006

Elizabeth sat in a pretty wilderness in Longbourn's park contemplating the letter she has just received from her Aunt Gardiner. She was slightly disappointed that her summer travel was to be delayed and she was more than a little concerned that the new intended destination was to be Derbyshire. 'But surely I may enter his county with impunity, and rob it of a few petrified spars without his perceiving me,' she thought idly.

As she continued in these ruminations, she heard a small noise, and looking up she spied her father entering the area with a distracted look upon his countenance. He did not seem to notice her as he ambled along, so Elizabeth determined to make her presence known and called out to him. He startled upon hearing her voice and looked up to see his favorite daughter sitting on a log bench, smiling up at him. He returned her smile and walked over to her.

"Hello, my dear," he said as he sat down beside her on the bench. "Escaping the laments of your mother and Kitty, I see."

"Not at all Father," she laughingly answered. "I am just enjoying the beautiful summer's day. But, you seem distracted Papa. Would you like me to leave you to your solitude?" Mr. Bennet looked discomfited at her mention of his distraction and looked at her as if he were determining something.

"Not at all Lizzy. In fact, I believe that I must discuss this with someone as I will have to tell the entire family about it very soon." Elizabeth was somewhat surprised by the seriousness of his answer. Mr. Bennet sensed her reaction and immediately continued, "Do not be alarmed dear, it is only that I have received a very interesting letter that will affect all our fortunes in a most astonishing way. But, before I recount the contents of this letter let me tell you a little story."

Elizabeth was very intrigued and settled herself more comfortably on the bench to hear her father's tale. Mr. Bennet smiled lovingly at his daughter when he saw her curiosity and determined to tell his most beloved child a history that he had never really shared with anyone.

"I have never really told you about your Bennet relations," he began. At her nod, he continued, "and that is where this story really should begin. Your great-grandfather John Bennet is the Duke of Everard." Mr. Bennet stopped when he heard Elizabeth gasp. He looked into her astonished face, but she quickly collected herself and nodded for him to continue. "The Bennet family is an old and noble line. The original manor is in the north, in Staffordshire, and by now the dukedom is quite large with many land holdings and a great deal of wealth, one of the largest in the empire, I believe.

"My grandfather had three sons." At this statement, he turned to Elizabeth, and she noted an ironic glint in his eye. "In fact, the Bennets had not produced any female offspring for many generations; a point which will be important a little later in this tale." A small smile played at the corners of Mr. Bennet's mouth, and Elizabeth found herself smiling in return. It was a rather ironic statement considering his current offspring. But her father was starting to speak again, so she focused her attention back to his astounding revelations.

"Anyway, the first children, Alexander and James, your grandfather, were twins. There was also a younger son, Michael, who died as a child from illness. Though male children were a matter of course for the Bennets, this was the first set of twins to be born in this line. The duke was concerned for James, who was after all, only born five minutes later than his older brother, but was destined to inherit nothing being, in essence, a younger son. So, the duke determined to provide a small estate for him and to instruct him alongside Alexander to ensure that both young men knew all that being a landowner and peer would require. This small estate is, as you have probably already guessed," which he said with a twinkle in his eye, knowing the cleverness of his second eldest child, "is Longbourn.

"However, he wanted to ensure that the estate remain known as a Bennet holding, and so entailed Longbourn to only male heirs, knowing the precedence of male children." Mr. Bennet turned to look at his daughter and he could sense her amusement with this facet of the history. "Your grandmother was one of six girls, which is where I am sure the line was corrupted," he stated laughingly, and Elizabeth laughed softly in response.

"But, I am getting ahead of myself," he continued. "Alexander and James were instructed by their father in the management of the estates, sent to the best schools and taught everything about society that their father deemed necessary for their welfare. As a result, the boys were quite close during their childhood and early adulthood." At this statement, Mr. Bennet's narrative trailed off and a distant look overcame his features as he looked out over the garden. Elizabeth caught her father's caveat and desired to bring him back to the conversation.

"You say they remained close only through their early adulthood?"

"Yes, my dear, for you see, on the eve of their twenty-fifth birthday, their father threw them a grand ball. They had both just returned from a two-year tour of the Continent and the duke desired to reintroduce them to the English aristocracy. His health had been failing in the last year, and he wanted to see Alexander married and hopefully with an heir before his death. So, a ball was hosted in London and every eligible female among the aristocracy was invited.

"The toast of the Season that year was a beautiful, charming, and of course, very wealthy young lady named Elizabeth Percy." Here again, Mr. Bennet paused to catch his daughter's reaction. For Elizabeth knew that this was the name of her own grandmother, and her namesake. Elizabeth grew reflective at this pronouncement, and had a sudden sense of foreboding with the mention of her Grandmother Elizabeth's name. Mr. Bennet understood her thoughts and wanted to ease her impending distress.

"Yes, my love, it is your grandmother of whom I am speaking. She was introduced to both the Bennet young men at this ball, and unfortunately, a very destructive competition broke out between the brothers." Elizabeth sighed; it was an age-old story, but one that rarely had a happy conclusion.

"Oh Papa," she whispered.

"Lizzy, do not be distressed. Though both the brothers pursued her, she truly loved your Grandfather James and their married life was full of love and happiness. Alexander, though, was bitterly disappointed and broke all ties to his brother; a situation that saddened the duke and was never resolved before his death a few years later. And though your grandparents were truly happy, her family was not. They believed that she should have married Alexander, who would inherit the title and a vast amount of property, whereas, James was only the master of a small country estate and a younger son. As a result of her choice, they disinherited her and she retired to the country with her new husband." At this point in the tale, both Mr. Bennet and Elizabeth paused to reflect on the life of James and Elizabeth Bennet. Mr. Bennet fondly recalled his parents and the joy they had together and wished that he had chosen more wisely himself when entering matrimony. Elizabeth, never knowing her grandparents, was delighted to know that they truly loved one another and hoped that she would find the same for herself. She momentarily reflected on the chance that had been offered to her with Mr. Darcy's proposal in April, but quickly pushed the thought from her head; though she did think better of him, to have accepted his proposal at the time would have been purely mercenary, because she did not love him then. 'Then? Surely I do not love him now?' she thought, and again pushed thoughts of Mr. Darcy from her mind to return her attention to her father. She knew that he was far from finished with the conversation, for they had not even begun to discuss the letter that he had recently received.

This thought encouraged her to venture a question and she asked, "So, what does all this have to do with your letter?"

With the many revelations he had given this morning, Mr. Bennet had almost forgotten about the existence of the letter, and laughed lightly at his daughter's inquisitiveness and intelligence.

"Only you Lizzy, would remember the origin of this convoluted discourse and be able to bring me back to my original point." Elizabeth gave a self-satisfied smile at this rejoinder and patiently waited for her father to take up the explanation.

"Well, Lizzy, my dear, the letter I have just received this morning, by express no less, if from an attorney in London." Elizabeth was a little surprised by this explanation, which showed plainly on her face, and brought another smile to her father's face.

"How on earth could a letter from an attorney in London bring on this disclosure of family history?" she questioned.

"By reason that said attorney's client is none other than the present Duchess of Everard!" he answered enthusiastically.

Elizabeth was a little puzzled and asked, "Does she desire to 'heal the breach'? Does she perhaps want to offer an olive branch?" she questioned impishly. Her father laughed softly at the allusion to Mr. Collins.

"It is slightly along this vein, my dear."

"But surely Papa she cannot break the entail?"

"No, dear Lizzy, this involves an entail of a completely different nature. Or more accurately, not an entail exactly, but an inheritance."

"What inheritance?'

"Well, to be precise, mine; and then in the future, yours and your sisters."

"What exactly are we to inherit?" Elizabeth was excessively diverted at this point.

"The Dukedom, of course."

And with this shocking pronouncement, Elizabeth moved from diversion to absolute stupefaction and disorientation in a heartbeat.

Chapter Two

Posted on Monday, 28 August 2006

Mr. Bennet kept a close eye on his daughter after this shocking revelation. He knew that she was not prone to nervous complaints like her mother; however, the news he had just revealed would be extremely distressing to most people. For her part, Elizabeth sat in shock and could not fully comprehend her father's disclosure. As she reviewed his words, it became clearer and she tentatively asked him, "Are you saying that you are to inherit a dukedom?"

Mr. Bennet, relieved that Elizabeth was not going to faint, responded to his incredulous daughter, "So it would seem, my dear, but again, I am getting ahead of myself. Let me finish my story." Elizabeth, her equilibrium somewhat restored, nodded her acquiescence. "James and Elizabeth Bennet retired to Longbourn. Alexander retired to Staffordshire, to nurse his disappointment and help manage the different family estates. I had already mentioned that the duke was experiencing ill health at this time. His desire to see his first-born, and consequently his heir, married was still firmly fixed, as I understand. Alexander was persuaded to return to London for the remainder of the Season. There he met another woman, Lady Anne Hutchinson. She was reported to be quite lovely, and of course possessed wonderful connections and a sizable dowry. They married at the end of the Season. The duke died within the next year, before an heir was born or, as I already stated, reconciliation between his sons. Alexander, now the Duke of Everard, and his wife had two sons, Joshua and Nathaniel." Here, Elizabeth interrupted her father.

"Papa how is it that you know all the goings-on of these Bennets, if your grandfather never reconciled with his brother His Grace?"

"Your grandfather was always pained by the separation from his brother and endeavored to keep abreast of his family's actions."

"And did he also keep you informed?"

"When I came of age, he related the story in its entirety. I confess that I was as surprised as you were, my dear. I had no knowledge of the eminence of my father's heritage or the breach that had taken place. However, after his initial disclosure, I decided not to pursue further information about my uncle and cousins. I did not believe that I would ever encounter them, so did not think it imperative to keep informed." He looked pensive after this statement and the ironic glint reentered his eye as he stated, "I may have been mistaken in that premise and would have been better served, I believe, by maintaining my father's vigilance. Then I might not have been so shocked when I received this attorney's letter."

Elizabeth smiled at this observation and said, "Will I now by privy to this attorney's communication?" Mr. Bennet smiled in response and nodded.

"Yes, Lizzy, I will disclose the contents of the letter to you," he laughingly replied. "The attorney, a Mr. Spencer, writes to tell me that His Grace the Duke of Everard, has died in a ship accident while escorting his brother and brother's family back from the Indies. Which means that there are no surviving descendents of Alexander Bennet. Joshua, the most recent Duke of Everard, and his wife," here Mr. Bennet paused to peruse the letter in his hand for the necessary information, "Agatha, did not have any children. And the younger son Nathaniel, his wife and children, were all present on the ship with His Grace when it shipwrecked. My father, James, would be the next in line for the title, which would pass on to me, as he is no longer living. And this is exactly what Mr. Spencer has written to inform me. I am now considered His Grace The Duke of Everard."

Elizabeth could almost not believe this disclosure; her father uttered it with such little pronouncement. Her head was full of numerous thoughts traveling in divergent directions and she did not know which direction she should take first. My father is a Duke. I am the daughter of a Duke! Elizabeth could hardly consider this statement. Her mind continuing in this vein she suddenly exclaimed, "Mother is a Duchess!"

Mr. Bennet actually laughed out loud at this declaration. "Yes Lizzy, I believe that conclusion is correct!" Mr. Bennet could not ignore the implications of his daughter's statement, and inwardly sighed. He could only imagine the hysterics that would shortly ensue. "Mr. Spencer states in his letter that The Lady Agatha Bennet, as she will now be known when she reverts to her previous title as the daughter of an earl I believe, would like for my entire family to travel to Staffordshire to take up residence at Grancourt, the estate there. She believes, and here I quote, 'There is much that needs to addressed as you assume the dukedom, and The Lady Agatha Bennet would like to acquaint herself with you and your family to help ease the transition.' There Lizzy, I believe were are summoned to Staffordshire!"

Elizabeth, having sufficiently recovered to pay heed to the rest of her father's account, gave a soft laugh and replied, "Of course we must answer this summons Papa, but first let us return to the house and have some tea." Elizabeth was by no means as completely recovered from the almost miraculous revelation, as her statement would imply. However, she understood that there was entirely too much to discuss and examine, to continue to do so in Longbourn's garden; she therefore stood and Mr. Bennet followed suit and they made their way back to the house.

The other ladies of the house were sitting in the drawing room throughout the course of Mr. Bennet and Elizabeth's conversation and were of course unaware of the drastic change in their circumstances. On the walk to the house, Mr. Bennet suggested to Elizabeth that the disclosure not be made until he had an opportunity to respond to the missive from Mr. Spencer and post it express, for he believed that it deserved an immediate reply. Elizabeth consented and she and her father entered the drawing room just as the servant entered with the teapot. Jane, looking up from her needlework upon Elizabeth and her father's entrance, noticed a distinct air of distraction and reflection in both of their countenances and determined to question Elizabeth as soon as they had a moment alone. After the family partook of their tea, Mr. Bennet immediately retired to his library to write Mr. Spencer. He also wrote a brief note to Colonel Forster announcing his intention to retrieve Lydia from Brighton in a few days time. He certainly did not look forward to such a trip, but Lydia must travel to Staffordshire with the rest of the family and would need to be fetched from Brighton first.

During tea, Elizabeth resolved to tell Jane of her father's morning communication at the earliest possible moment. She needed Jane's consolation, as she was still feeling quite unsettled from the discussion with her father. After tea concluded she suggested to Jane that they attend to some tasks in the stillroom; she knew her mother would be busy settling dinner and Mary and Kitty never entered that room. As the two girls were sorting through drying herbs, Jane spoke and asked, "Lizzy, is there something bothering you? You were very quiet at tea."

"Dear Jane, I have been thinking over some things that Papa and I discussed this morning." Here Elizabeth paused. She had earlier asked her father if she could disclose the information to Jane, to which he gave his permission, but Elizabeth didn't quite know how to tell her sister without unnecessary shock. Upon reflection, she realized that it was almost impossible to reveal such information without causing some distress, and knowing her sister's serene temperament, determined to just be as straightforward as possible. "Papa received a letter this morning that contained the most astonishing and wonderful news. It seems that Papa is the Duke of Everard."

Jane looked up at her sister at this declaration and smilingly replied, "Oh Lizzy, do be serious. You are always teasing me." However, as she scrutinized her sister's face, she recognized that Elizabeth was in earnest. Jane abruptly stopped her work and sat down upon a stool. Elizabeth, seeing her sister's distress, immediately began to relate the tale that she had learned earlier that morning. The sisters spent above an hour in the stillroom discussing the revelations and comforting each other, for they were both very bewildered about how exactly this would affect their futures. They understood it would greatly enhance their current financial and social situation, but their emotional well-being seemed somewhat precarious.

"Oh Lizzy, there is a great deal to take in. What has father determined to do?"

"He has written to Mr. Spencer, the attorney, to accept an invitation to Grancourt for our family. I believe he hopes to travel there within a fortnight. Oh! I must write to Aunt Gardiner, for I will not be able to travel with them this summer if we are to go to Staffordshire."

"That is a shame Lizzy. I know you were looking forward to your trip to the Lakes with Aunt and Uncle Gardiner."

"Actually, I received a letter from Aunt Gardiner just this morning, informing me that our trip was to be delayed by a few weeks and we would not travel as far as the Lakes, but only to Derbyshire." Jane looked closely at Elizabeth when she mentioned Derbyshire, knowing of Mr. Darcy's connection to that region, but her sister showed no concern, so she did not pursue the subject.

"Well, Lizzy, I am sure that they will miss your company during their tour, but perhaps we should return to the house and see if Mama needs us."

"I should like to talk to Papa and see if he has made any other decisions. Will you come with me Jane?"

"Of course Lizzy." The sisters tidied up the stillroom and made their way to Mr. Bennet's library. They entered the room to find their father deep in thought as he sat at his desk. He looked up upon their entrance and smiled while inviting to them sit.

"Well girls, what can I do for you, my dears?"

"Papa, I have told Jane the news. Have you written to Mr. Spencer?"

"Yes, Lizzy, I sent him an express after tea. I also wrote to Colonel Forster. I will be fetching Lydia from Brighton in a few days. As I told you earlier Lizzy, I would like to leave for Staffordshire in a couple of weeks. I am sure that Mr. Spencer will respond promptly with exact dates to when The Lady Agatha Bennet can receive us at Grancourt. His letter implied that she would prefer to settle things as quickly as possible." He looked at his eldest daughter and addressing her asked, "How are you doing, my love? I am sure that Lizzy gave you quite a shock when she disclosed the news."

Jane smiled serenely and answered, "It was shocking at first Papa, but I am beginning to realize the wonderful effects this will have for all my dear family."

"Is that so? I suppose that is true enough. Shall we tell them this news so that they may also begin realizing their good fortune?" Elizabeth smiled softly at her father's words.

"Of course we must tell them," she said, "but certainly we can wait until after the soup. Knowing the raptures that will follow, we would not want to waste any of cook's hard work." Mr. Bennet's eyes twinkled mischievously as he gestured his daughters out of the library. They made their way to the dining room where the rest of the family was already gathered for the evening meal. A few minutes into the soup Mr. Bennet cleared this throat and addressed his wife.

"Mrs. Bennet, I received a letter today from an attorney in London."

"Yes Mr. Bennet?"

"It contained some rather astounding information that will particularly affect our daughters' marriage prospects." This statement certainly garnered Mrs. Bennet's attention and she looked up expectantly from her soup. Elizabeth warily eyed her father knowing of his inclination to vex his wife.

"In fact," he continued, "I believe we will have no trouble marrying them off to very rich men in the near future." Mrs. Bennet did not know what to make of this extraordinary statement. Mr. Bingley had left the neighborhood and no other rich men had entered Meryton, for she surely would have been one of the first to know. She absent-mindedly raised her spoon to her mouth and asked her husband how this feat was to be accomplished.

Timing his response perfectly, Mr. Bennet pronounced, "I have inherited the dukedom of Everard, all the girls will be Ladies with large dowries, and you my dear Mrs. Bennet will be Her Grace Duchess of Everard."

Mrs. Bennet choked, spluttered and then fainted; and cook's hard work was utterly wasted as no one could finish his or her dinner.

Chapter Three

Posted on Monday, 28 August 2006

Mrs. Bennet was somewhat revived and immediately escorted to her room by Jane and Mrs. Hill. Elizabeth directed a disapproving stare toward her father which he ignored as he excused himself to his library and his port. This left Elizabeth the onerous task of explaining the situation to Mary and Kitty. She gave them a brief summary of their family history and answered their questions as well as she could. Luckily, both girls were shocked enough by the disclosure that they were almost speechless, giving Elizabeth the chance to escape and reflect on her own.

After the emotional upheaval of the day, everyone retired early to his or her bed. Jane, having administered a sleeping draught to Mrs. Bennet, sought out Elizabeth and the sisters spent almost half the night in conversation.

The following morning commenced with a rather late start of the Bennet family's typical routine. Mrs. Bennet was indisposed and kept to her room, but was constantly calling upon members of her family to attend her. Mr. Bennet visited his wife in the early afternoon to more fully explain their new situation and to inform her of the invitation to Staffordshire. Though she did not entirely comprehend all the implications of the news, she understood well enough that she would need new clothes for herself and all the girls before they ventured north. To meet with a Lady Agatha Bennet, former Duchess of Everard would certainly require the finest lace!

Jane and Elizabeth both tried to curb the excesses of their mother's raptures, but to little avail. Elizabeth attempted to explain that the seamstresses would not have enough time to completely re-outfit the Bennet ladies before their trip, and both she and Lydia had already received several new dresses for their recent trips. Mrs. Bennet grudgingly acceded to her point about the seamstresses, but insisted that Jane, Mary, and Kitty each have at least one new gown and that new ribbons and lace be purchased to enhance Elizabeth and Lydia's wardrobe as well. With this determined, she immediately called for the maid to assist her in dressing and announced that Jane, Mary, and Kitty would accompany her to the dressmakers in Meryton. Elizabeth inwardly groaned as she left her mother's bedchamber, and made her way to the library, thankful that she had escaped the shopping trip.

Mr. Bennet only awaited a reply from Mr. Spencer confirming the family's journey to Staffordshire, before he would undertake a trip to Brighton. His natural indolence was set aside in the face of such an immense undertaking and he became rather impatient for a letter. However, just two days after his own express to town, Mr. Spencer sent a return post. Two carriages from the Everard estate would arrive at Longbourn in a fortnight to convey the Bennets to Grancourt. After receiving this letter, Mr. Bennet made immediate plans to travel to Brighton to fetch Lydia and left early the next morning. In his note to the Forsters, he had given no reason for the curtailing of Lydia's visit, other than a vague "family situation." Lydia was understandably angered at her father's arrival and the end of her time with the officers and for the first several hours of the return journey loudly lamented her father's unfairness. Mr. Bennet finally succumbed to her lamentations and disclosed the true reason for her return. Her cries of woe instantly turned to shrieks of joy and raptures on the balls and parties they would attend in London. Mr. Bennet then lamented not waiting to disclose such information until out of the close confines of a carriage!

With the return of the two to Longbourn, preparations for the journey north intensified. Elizabeth wrote a letter to her Aunt Gardiner explaining the situation and apologizing for her need to cancel her summer plans with them. Sorrow at not spending time with her beloved relations mixed with an excitement to meet Lady Agatha and see Grancourt. Mr. Darcy hardly entered her thoughts at all. Mr. Bennet also wrote a note, but to Mr. Gardiner. In this, he more fully explained the situation as revealed in Mr. Spencer's original communication; there were some facts that he had not even shared with Elizabeth, and had no intention to until he had conferred with Lady Agatha and her attorneys.

After much fuss, visits to dressmakers, enthusiastic discussions, and occasional moments of amazement at the situation, the Bennets entered the large, fine carriages with the Everard coat-of-arms and began their journey north.

Mr. Bennet, Jane, and Elizabeth traveled in the first carriage, while Mrs. Bennet and the remaining three daughters followed in the other; their own small family carriage trailed behind with servants and trunks. In this pleasant fashion, after two days on the road, they crossed into Staffordshire. Elizabeth became increasingly in awe of the beautiful countryside. It was so wild and untamed compared to the sedate woods and fields of Hertfordshire. I would be content to spend the rest of my life in Staffordshire, she thought.

Toward the end of the afternoon, they arrived at Grancourt. The house was a large, rambling building set on a wide plain with hills and forests rising behind it. The sun turned the stone of the house a glowing gold and towering, overarching trees flanked the avenue that led to the inner courtyard. It was an impressive sight, and they were all quite thunderstruck by the grandeur.

After alighting from the carriages, the servants directed them to a spacious room, at the center of which stood a handsome, finely dressed woman, whom all assumed to be Lady Agatha. Lady Agatha surveyed her guests with an intelligent eye and curtsied to Mr. Bennet.

"Your Grace, welcome to Grancourt."

"Lady Agatha," His Grace, which he should hereafter be known as, replied with a bow, "Thank you for the invitation. May I introduce my family?"

Lady Agatha nodded her acquiescence and turned expectantly to the Bennet ladies. His Grace continued with the introductions and gesturing to Mrs. Bennet said, "Lady Agatha, may I present Her Grace Duchess of Everard, my wife Fanny. My daughters," and motioning toward each one stated, "Lady Jane, Lady Elizabeth, Lady Mary, Lady Catherine, and Lady Lydia Bennet."

At the pronouncement of her name, Lydia gave a very unladylike snort. His Grace turned a gimlet eye toward his youngest daughter, Her Grace blinked, Jane blushed and looked down in mortification, Mary looked disapproving, and Kitty giggled; Elizabeth watched Lady Agatha. For her part, Lady Agatha maintained an expressionless face except for a slight narrowing of her eyes, which Elizabeth did not fail to detect. Elizabeth had for some time been contemplating exactly what type of woman Lady Agatha would be. She dreaded another Lady Catherine de Bourgh and hoped for an intelligent, yet forgiving and compassionate woman like her Aunt Gardiner. Lady Agatha noticed Elizabeth's scrutiny and her features softened slightly.

"You are all very welcome," she said and gestured toward a set of couches and chairs in the center of the room. "You must be tired from your journey and in want of rest and refreshment." She rang for a servant and requested that tea and refreshments be served immediately then seated herself in a chair that commanded a view of the others as they sat down among the available places.

As the group was getting comfortable, Lady Agatha let her gaze wander over her new relations. She understood from Mr. Spencer, that though raised as gentlefolk, their previous resources were rather limited. She was relieved to see that His Grace was a man of propriety at least, and she could sense an innate intelligence and cleverness. No woman could successfully navigate London's ton without being an astute judge of character, and Lady Agatha had been a successful duchess. She continued her assessment. Her Grace was an attractive woman, but appeared overwhelmed by the situation. The eldest daughter Jane was quite beautiful and had a sweet tranquil smile on her face. Mary seemed rather plain, but proper. Catherine's giggle and Lydia's snort spoke for themselves. But Elizabeth ... here Lady Agatha paused and looked straight at Elizabeth. She sensed a kindred spirit with the young woman who was unafraid to meet her eye.

Elizabeth understood that Lady Agatha was inspecting them, and they were most likely falling short of expectations. She arched a brow and determined to make conversation.

"I am sorry for your loss. To lose both your husband and his brother's family in such a tragic accident..." Elizabeth trailed off.

Lady Agatha silently commended Elizabeth for her bravery in broaching such a sensitive subject and endeavored to help her ease the awkwardness of the situation.

"Thank you Lady Elizabeth. It has been a difficult time. The ship was due to land several months ago, and when it failed to arrive in London, inquiries were immediately sent out to determine its whereabouts. Unfortunately, the answer was a devastating one. Another ship passed the wreckage and brought word of the ship's end. No one survived; His Grace, his brother Nathaniel and my dear sister Margaret, along with their two children, all perished." Lady Agatha turned toward the window, and a deep sadness seemed to descend upon her.

"You were close to your sister?" Elizabeth queried." I am very sorry. I do not know what I would do if I were to lose one of my own sisters."

Lady Agatha returned her gaze to Elizabeth and answered, "She was my twin, and we were inseparable until our marriages." This statement startled Elizabeth and her heart went out to Lady Agatha. She considered what her own feelings would be were she to lose Jane and in an attempt to comfort Lady Agatha, she offered a soft smile, placed her hand over hers, and said, "I know we cannot replace your sister, but you now have five nieces, and we will do our best to help alleviate your sorrow." Lady Agatha was deeply touched by Elizabeth's genuine response, and an instant attachment was formed between them.

"Thank you my dear. But, let us move on to happier subjects." The servants entered with the tea things and all conversation momentarily stopped while they served themselves. After all were settled with tea and cake, Lady Agatha determined to address the purpose of the Bennets visit, and turning to His Grace said, "I suppose the letter from Mr. Spencer quite astounded you when you received it?"

"Your supposition is correct Lady Agatha."

"Please, call me Agatha. All this 'His Grace' this, and 'Lady' that slows conversation."

"As you wish Agatha," His Grace amusedly responded. "Then you must call me Bennet or Thomas. I am afraid that if you were to call out 'Your Grace' or even 'Everard', I would not remember to respond." Lady Agatha laughed softly.

"Bennet should suffice," and turning to the rest of the family requested that they also call her by her given name. All approved and asked for the kindness in return. With that social custom dispatched, conversation turned to the journey from Hertfordshire and other mundane subjects. The primary participants were Lady Agatha, His Grace, and Elizabeth, with occasional utterances from Jane. Her Grace was still too overwhelmed by the splendor of Grancourt and the majesty of Lady Agatha to attempt conversation. Mary was content to listen and wished for the bravery to contribute. Kitty and Lydia whispered to themselves, with occasional outbursts of giggles. After a quarter of an hour, Her Grace yawned indiscreetly, and Lady Agatha suggested that they retire to their rooms for a rest and change before dinner.

"I have moved into another family apartment, and have readied the Master Suite for your occupation. The girls also each have a room in the family wing, and I have selected a maid for each of them. I understand Fanny, that your own maid accompanied you?"

"Yes, Lady Agatha. Though I am sure I should require a French maid now. Sarah will hardly know how to do the latest hairstyles and I cannot show my face in London..." Lady Agatha interrupted to inform Her Grace that they could acquire new maids in London if she so desired, but that they would probably not travel to town for several months yet. Her Grace was pleased with this explanation and allowed the maid to show her to her room. Lady Agatha caught Elizabeth's eye just as it started to roll, and tried to hide the small smile forming on her lips, but Elizabeth comprehended it and smiled shyly in return.

Jane and Elizabeth were glad to be shown to adjacent rooms and once they entered discovered that there was even an adjoining door between their chambers. They thoroughly inspected both rooms and the vast dressing rooms, and teased each other about the amount of gowns they would have to have made in order to fill the racks and shelves. Elizabeth was glad to note that, though richly furnished, the entire house was neither gaudy nor uselessly fine; with less of splendor, and more real elegance, than the furniture of Rosings. A discreet knock announced the arrival of their maids and after requesting they return in an hour's time to help them prepare for dinner, the maids were dismissed and Jane and Elizabeth fell onto the bed in Elizabeth's chamber to catch a quick rest before dinner.

Chapter Four

Posted on Thursday, 31 August 2006

The family gathered together after a rest and a change of clothes. The footmen directed them to a small, informal dining room. The table was beautifully appointed and the meal cooked to perfection. Lady Agatha was elegantly attired, far more fashionably than the rest of the party. However, she noticed that though their gowns were not of the finest cloth, they were attractively and modestly made. Her Grace and the two youngest girls perhaps had a little too much lace, but overall, Lady Agatha was pleased with their taste. She particularly noticed the elegance of Jane and Elizabeth.

The conversation during the meal progressed similarly to that during their afternoon tea, though Her Grace did interrupt with a few silly and inane comments about the opulence of Grancourt and the cost of the furnishings. For the most part, His Grace, Lady Agatha, Elizabeth and occasionally Jane were content to lead the conversation, and they quickly found themselves of similar minds and characters. Lady Agatha was not as cynical as His Grace, or as arch and witty as Elizabeth, but the three found true enjoyment as they furthered their acquaintance with each other.

Lady Agatha cast occasional looks at the others of the party and determined that her initial impressions of her new relations were fairly accurate. His Grace was an intelligent man, raised with good principles, but grown somewhat negligent in the raising of his children and a little too prone to amusement regarding their impropriety than was judicial. Her Grace was a silly, uninformed woman, though generally kind, if somewhat prone to nervous outbursts. Jane's goodness was clear, and more surprisingly genuine; she was certainly beautiful and seemed to be a calming force in the family. Elizabeth was all that was clever, pretty, and unaffected. The three younger girls were a cause of some concern to Lady Agatha. Mary only appeared to need some direction; she was too determined to show herself off, but unfortunately in subjects that she knew little about or that no one cared to discuss. The two youngest, Kitty, and particularly Lydia, needed some strong guidance. Lady Agatha was as shocked as Lady Catherine de Bourgh was to learn that the three youngest girls were all out in society. She hid her surprise well, but resolved to discuss this delicate subject with His Grace. In fact, she knew there were numerous important issues to discuss, but recognizing their fatigue, decided to postpone voicing her concerns until the next day. After the pudding had been cleared, she stated her intentions.

"It is truly wonderful to have so many people at table. I am afraid it had become a rather dull affair with just Joshua and myself. Though Nathaniel and Margaret often stayed at Grancourt with their children, we were a very small family party for the most part. I know that you must all be exhausted from your trip and all the ensuing excitement, so I propose that we retire directly after dinner." Turning to His Grace she said, "Bennet, could we perhaps meet tomorrow morning to discuss some of the particulars of the inheritance and estate affairs? I was informed before dinner that Mr. Spencer has arrived. He should be prepared to go over things tomorrow."

"That should be agreeable."

"Good. If that is all settled, then I will excuse myself. Goodnight."

"Excuse me Agatha," His Grace called and motioned her aside from the others as they exited the dining room. "I would like for Jane and Elizabeth to be present during our discussions with Mr. Spencer." Lady Agatha was surprised by this request and it showed plainly on her face. His Grace smiled and continued, "I know it is not conventional, but I would appreciate their insights as we discuss the younger girls and I value their sense and judgment. They are of an age and intelligence to understand the various nuances of this change."

"Would you like Her Grace to also be present?"

"I do not think that will be necessary. She is overtired from the preparations and trip and does not generally concern herself with financial and estate matters. I think she will be quite content to recuperate tomorrow. Perhaps a tour of the house could be arranged for Fanny and the younger girls? Sometime in the afternoon?"

Lady Agatha smiled at his diversion tactic for his wife and younger daughters and agreed to all his requests. After all, he was now officially the master of the house and the plan did have some merit. She readily recognized that the new Duchess of Everard would soon be overwhelmed by her position and needn't be mired down with details. It would be far better to have her adding up sums of the costs of furnishings than deciding the fate of the family. They parted to their bedchambers to rest for the coming day.

The next day, Elizabeth woke at her usual early hour and summoned her maid. She was quickly dressed and left her chamber in search of the breakfast room. She entered the room to find her father, Lady Agatha, and surprisingly, Jane, who usually awoke later than Elizabeth, already seated and enjoying a companionable silence as they broke their fast.

"Good morning, Elizabeth," said Lady Agatha, "I hope you slept well."

"I did, thank you Lady Agatha."

"Agatha, please."

"Of course, Agatha." Elizabeth served herself some tea and breakfast and sat down next to Jane. "And thank you for assigning Susan as my maid. She is a treasure. She already had my trunks unpacked and all the clothes organized! And I am sure I have never been dressed as quickly and efficiently as I was this morning. Though, having a maid all to myself, rather than sharing one with five others may account for a small part this efficiency," Elizabeth finished archly.

Lady Agatha laughed softly and said, "There will be a great many things for you to get used to, my dear, and not sharing a maid will be but a minor one. In fact, once we are finished with breakfast we should adjourn to the Master's study and meet with Mr. Spencer." Elizabeth turned a quizzical eye toward her father.

"Lizzy, Jane, I would like for you both to be present in the discussions with Mr. Spencer," His Grace explained. Elizabeth was a little surprised, but also thankful for this consideration. Her curiosity was at full attention regarding all the facets of their new circumstances and did not want to miss any new revelations that Mr. Spencer may disclose.

"Should we wait for Mama?" she questioned.

"No Lizzy," her father responded. "I do not think your mother would enjoy the tedious nature of the conversation. Besides, I do not believe that she will rise much before lunch; our recent plans and journey have quite exhausted her. Agatha and I have arranged for your mother and sisters to take a tour of the house this afternoon. The girls can surely find other amusements until then."

"I do not think that Mary would particularly enjoy the tour," she mused aloud, conscientious of her sister's low tolerance for time spent with the two youngest girls and her mother. "Perhaps, she could be directed toward a pianoforte, or even the library." Lady Agatha sensed the wisdom of this advice and informed a servant to have Mary shown the music room upon her awakening. With the activities of the rest of the party determined, the four made their way to the study to meet with Mr. Spencer.

Mr. Spencer, an elderly gentleman, greeted them all formally. "It is an honor to meet you Your Grace. Thank you for your prompt responses to my letters. I know that Lady Agatha was anxious to meet you and proceed with the transition. That are some legalities that need to be attended to, signing of papers and such, and I am also at your service to answer any questions you may have regarding the inheritance and certain estate matters. There are, of course, stewards for each of the properties, which you may want to confer with individually to gain better knowledge of each estate. I have been the family's attorney for many years now, and my father served them before me, so I am quite familiar with terms of the title and its inheritance. So where shall we begin?"

His Grace reflected for a moment and asked the question foremost on his mind. "In your letter, you stated that the original patent of nobility had some unique qualities. What exactly are these?"

"Ah yes. As you know, this peerage title is an old one. As such, it does not follow the more modern rules of inheritance, meaning that females can inherit. Actually, all your daughters are your co-heirs, until such time that one of them produces a son. You see, the original patent outlines a line of descent that follows one line only until all members of that line are deceased. So, if your cousin, Lady Agatha's late husband, had any living children, whether male or female, the title would not have fallen to you. This would also have been the case had his brother or any of his children survived. It is only because all descendents of Alexander Bennet's line are deceased, that the inheritance has moved onto the next family line, your father James. He was never disinherited, so is not exempt from the line of descent. Now, if you had a son, the title would naturally fall to him, but because you do not, your daughters inherit as co-heirs. Their future husbands cannot hold the title of course, but whichever of them produces the first child, and more particularly a son, that child then becomes the heir to the Everard estates."

This report made His Grace extremely glad. He had always felt the threat of Longbourn's entail. Now he was in a position to provide for his family's absolute security. Elizabeth and Jane were speechless. Not being raised among nobility, they were never taught the more minute details of peerage inheritance. They had only understood entails. This thought brought Mr. Collins to Elizabeth's mind. "So Mr. Collins, our cousin, is not my father's heir?" she asked.

"He is the next in line after His Grace's daughters until a child is born to one of you," explained Mr. Spencer. "He is still the first in line to inherit Longbourn. That entail was written recently, only a generation or so ago, and follows the more current practice of male-only descent. If you and all your sisters were to die before producing any children, then he would inherit the Everard estates." The mention of their possible death startled Jane and Elizabeth; Elizabeth smiled wanly and Jane swallowed audibly. Lady Agatha rolled her eyes at Mr. Spencer's solemn declaration.

"Thank you for that very thorough explanation," replied His Grace amusedly. "What is the extent of the Everard estates?"

"There are eight country estates, of which Grancourt is the largest. Their total annual income is near ₤150,000. There are also two London houses. Everard House is located on Brook Street in Grosvenor Square and has been the principal London house since it was built. The smaller house, Malvallet House, is currently leased to a distant cousin. There are various investments in companies and businesses, which bring the total income to around ₤300,000 a year." The sisters could not prevent a small gasp from escaping. Elizabeth was thankful her mother was not present. If Mr. Bingley's five thousand a year could produce raptures, Elizabeth did not want to contemplate the hysterics that their present income would generate. But Mr. Spencer was not finished.

"The girls will each be given a dowry of ₤60,000, settled on them upon their marriage with parental consent or when they reach the age of thirty." His Grace's eyes narrowed. This seemed too large an amount and he did not appreciate the ramifications that such a dowry would create.

"Do you not think that this amount is excessive?" he questioned Mr. Spencer.

"Actually it is somewhat smaller than the common amount for ladies of their station, but there are five of them, and the estate would have a difficult time recovering from something larger." His Grace chose not to proceed with this discussion and resolved to ponder it further on his own. He recognized that he would need to be more vigilant in the future. Fortune hunters would now threaten his daughters. He vividly recalled his conversation with Elizabeth before Lydia left for Brighton '...she is luckily too poor to be an object of prey to any body.' Now they would all be prey to every rake, dandy and coxcomb in England!

Lady Agatha sensed the black thoughts of His Grace, for his darkening countenance bore witness to them. Hoping to alleviate his distress, she stated, "Let us return to that discussion later. We need to determine the time of your permanent removal to Grancourt."

Elizabeth startled at this statement. Of course they would move to Grancourt, instinctively she knew this; but the thought of leaving Hertfordshire and Longbourn suddenly saddened her. Though she had thought she would be happy to live in Staffordshire, she had not truly acknowledged this would be the case. She would miss the woods and groves of her childhood home. But Elizabeth was not of a nature to brood over what could not be changed, and soon found herself looking forward to the opportunities that living at Grancourt would provide. Her own maid for a start, she thought impishly.

"Let us call for lunch," Lady Agatha said, "and then we can continue with our discussion. We need to determine how to retrieve your belongings from Hertfordshire, when you want to come to London, presentations at court, announcements to newspapers, and numerous other details. We will all surely need sustenance before tackling such heavy subjects." She and Elizabeth exchanged smiles and then she called for the servants to bring lunch.

Chapter Five

Posted on Thursday, 31 August 2006

As the group ate, they conversed more about the estate. They also learned a little about Lady Agatha's family. She had a much older half-brother, from her father's first wife. They only saw each other every two or three years, or occasionally in Town. She had introduced her sister Margaret to her brother-in-law during one of her sister's stays at Grancourt. The two couples had spent much time together until Nathaniel's family traveled to the Indies to secure some property and conduct some business. They lived there for three years before Lady Agatha's husband also journeyed there to tour the property and then escort the family back. Lady Agatha tried to conceal her sorrow, but Elizabeth easily recognized her grief and again patted her hand to comfort her. Elizabeth was rapidly growing in Lady Agatha's estimation and affection.

Lady Agatha also learned more about her new relations' pursuits and interests. She questioned the girls about their accomplishments and education. She was pleased that Jane, Elizabeth, and to some degree Mary, were well read. She learned that both Elizabeth and Mary could play the pianoforte, and Jane volunteered that Elizabeth also had a very pleasing voice and way of performing; this statement caused Elizabeth to blush slightly and to tease her sister in response by reporting that Jane was a fairly accomplished horsewoman. Kitty and Lydia seemed to have achieved nothing more significant than being proficient dancers and adept at trimming bonnets. All the girls had been taught needlepoint, cards, the serving of tea, and the other mundane actions that gentlewomen would be called upon to perform.

Lady Agatha was a little disappointed with His and Her Grace that the girls' education had not been adhered to more conscientiously, but they were all at least pleasant, pretty girls; and she sensed true potential for grace and greatness in both Jane and Elizabeth. She knew she still needed to attend to Kitty and Lydia's situation, but was waiting for an opportune moment.

Mr. Spencer produced some papers for His Grace to sign and they drafted an announcement of the inheritance to be placed in some of London's prominent newspapers. The passing of Joshua Bennet and Nathaniel's family had already been reported several weeks earlier and speculation was already rife among the upper echelons of society of who the next Duke of Everard would be. Both Lady Agatha and Mr. Spencer suggested that a little forewarning of the imminent introduction of the new Duke and Duchess, and their family, would somewhat alleviate the curiosity of the ton , at least until they came to London. Mr. Spencer was dismissed with the newspaper announcement in hand; he would return to London in the early morning to see to legal matters.

The presentation at court of His and Her Grace would not take place until the spring, at the beginning of the London Season. This would allow for ample time to move to Grancourt, and even spend a little time in London to procure necessary clothing and items for the Season. As the conversation turned to these matters, Lady Agatha found her opportunity to address her concerns about the younger girls.

"Bennet, I have been reflecting on the girls' futures. May I be frank with you?"

"Of course Agatha, your advice and counsel thus far have been immeasurable."

"Well ... I think you should know that in this level of society, girls as young as Kitty and Lydia, and even Mary, would not be out in society when their older sisters are not married. I do not believe that the younger girls are mature enough to be presented at court this Season, and possibly not for several years." Elizabeth and Jane's eyes widened at this statement, and Elizabeth could not help but think of another lady's comparable reaction. The older sisters, of course, had often thought similarly, but their suggestion had never been heeded. They both turned to the father to judge his reaction.

His Grace pondered a moment. In Meryton, it had seemed harmless to allow Kitty and Lydia into society at a young age. His wife had persuaded him with little difficulty, to allow them to enter society at a young age for no other reason than to have peace from her merciless petitioning. But now he recalled Elizabeth's words of a few months ago. 'Our importance, our respectability in the world, must be affected by the wild volatility, the assurance and disdain of all restraint which mark Lydia's character ... she will soon be beyond the reach of amendment ... In this danger Kitty is also comprehended. She will follow wherever Lydia leads. Vain, ignorant, idle, and absolutely uncontrolled!' He more clearly understood his own failings in regards to the education and upbringing of his youngest daughters. And now he must consider the effect of large dowries! Every man, no matter how noble or infamous, would attempt to attract and court his daughters, and they would need to learn good sense to deflect improper attentions. He needed to check them, but feared that he would be too late, so he sought the advice of Lady Agatha.

"I believe you are right Agatha. What would you suggest we do?" Jane and Elizabeth smiled at their father's decision.

Lady Agatha inwardly sighed in relief and said, "I believe they would all be served well by attending school for a few years. Mary could attend a school I know of in the south that emphasizes music. She could perfect her talent of the pianoforte and even learn other instruments. I believe only a year or two would be necessary before we could bring her out into society again. Kitty and Lydia should probably attend for another three or four years. This would enable them both to further their reading and knowledge, and each might possibly pursue another interest such as music or drawing."

Here Elizabeth interrupted and said, "I suggest that Kitty and Lydia be sent to separate schools. They have difficulty focusing on serious things when the other is present and this would allow them to make their own friends and develop an independence from one another." His Grace nodded his agreement to this insight.

"Well, ladies, I believe that this course of action would be for the best," and turning to Agatha said, "I shall need the names of some schools and will write to them directly to seek admission." Lady Agatha was extremely pleased that she had not offended His Grace and that her suggestion had been agreed to so quickly. To somewhat ease the situation, she proposed that the family should spend the holidays together and the younger girls not start their schooling until after the New Year.

"You can travel to London in the early fall, to shop for clothing and other necessities, and then spend the winter at Grancourt. Perhaps you would like to invite some relatives or friends to spend Christmas here. I believe that I will visit my brother's family, if they can accommodate me." Lady Agatha did not want to intrude on the family's privacy, though she would prefer to remain at Grancourt with them. She did not particularly care for her brother, or more precisely, his wife, but understood that she no longer truly belonged at Grancourt. However, Elizabeth quickly put a stop to these thoughts.

"Surely, you would stay here Agatha. I am certain that none of my family want to push you from the home you have known for so many years. And we truly enjoy your company. We would be loath for you to leave us." Elizabeth looked to her father and sister for support.

"Oh yes, Agatha," Jane responded. "Please say that you will stay. You are our family now and should be here with us."

"Indeed Agatha," said His Grace, "you must always consider Grancourt your home. You are not a guest here. You are certainly welcome to visit your other relations if you desire, but it would be very agreeable if you would stay. Besides, I believe your advice will only become more and more invaluable as the Season approaches. For I surely cannot recommend to the girls which gowns to wear and which lace is most becoming!" Lady Agatha laughed delightedly, both at her cousin's wit and the warm affection shown by Jane and Elizabeth.

"You entreat so sweetly, that I must oblige and stay!" she said. Elizabeth clapped her hands in pleasure and Jane smiled serenely. "So, shall we all travel to London in a few months time? On the way back north, we can stop in Hertfordshire to ready the belongings you wish to bring to Grancourt." All agreed to this plan.

"I must admit," Elizabeth started, "that I will be sad to leave Longbourn. We spent many happy years there. Though on reflection, I will be bringing most of my loved ones with me. Aunt and Uncle Phillips will still be there, but Charlotte has already left." This statement brought Mr. Collins to her mind and she questioned her father asking, "Shall Mr. Collins and Charlotte be invited to live at Longbourn then? It would not do to leave the house vacant and he certainly has a claim on it before other possible tenants should be considered. Though, I am not sure he will want to leave Rosings and his esteemed patroness," she finished archly. His Grace smiled sardonically.

"True Lizzy, it would be difficult to leave such condescension, but I shall write to him anyway and make the offer." The remainder of their sequestered time was spent discussing dates of travel and how they should spend their time at Grancourt. Elizabeth expressed a desire to become acquainted with the countryside. Lady Agatha suggested she and Jane ride horseback, as Grancourt had marvelous stables, and it was the best way to view the estate. Elizabeth rebuffed the idea of horses and declared her preference for walking.

Lady Agatha looked askance at her and asked, "Do you truly prefer walking? I now recall that you only declared Jane an accomplished horsewoman."

"True. I do prefer walking and I am not an accomplished horsewoman. I had a rather disagreeable argument with a horse when I was young, and it put me off them completely!"

"I assume that the horse won this particular argument?"

"Yes! He most emphatically did. I wanted to learn to ride, he did not want to teach me, which resulted in me laying on the ground with a broken arm."

"Oh Lizzy," Jane exclaimed, "That was years ago; you must have been only seven years old. I have attempted time and time again to persuade you to try once more. It is so unlike you to fear something after so much time has passed."

"You really should try again Elizabeth," Lady Agatha said. "There are several very gentle mares in the stables that would suit you perfectly, and to go on horseback is truly the best way to see the countryside around Grancourt. Though walking is very beneficial exercise, the northern landscape is less cultivated than Hertfordshire and many trails and walks are too steep or precarious to travel on foot."

"Well, we shall see," was Elizabeth's hesitant response.

"At least think about it, my dear. I would be happy to teach you, if you would like. I have been riding since I was a young girl and I assure you it would be quite safe and enjoyable." Lady Agatha smiled and Elizabeth found her apprehension weakening.

"Perhaps you are right. I will think about it and let you know if I decide to accept your kind offer."

"Good. Now, I believe we have been locked up in this study long enough. The rest of your family must be wondering where we have gone. Shall we try to find them and have some tea? Then perhaps we could walk in the garden and I could begin to acquaint you with Grancourt's marvelous park."

"That sounds delightful," Elizabeth replied and both she and Jane rose from their seats.

"Before we all go," said His Grace, "I have a small request to make." He waited until the three had given their acceptance. "I would prefer not to inform the other girls about their upcoming attendance at school. Kitty and Lydia will both be bitterly disappointed to not participate in the Season next year. We will have no peace over the ensuing months if they are informed early. I will tell them after Christmas. Let us have a quiet autumn and winter, or at least as quiet as possible under the circumstances." The three again accepted His Grace's request and they left to find the others.

They found the others ensconced in the music room; Mary, dutifully practicing the pianoforte, while valiantly trying to ignore the commotion produced by her mother and youngest sisters. Her Grace had thoroughly enjoyed her tour of Grancourt manor. Upon seeing Lady Agatha, she immediately began singing the praises of the house's material virtues. Lady Agatha hid well her irritation at such vulgarity; she hoped that by spending some time with Her Grace, especially once the younger girls were away at school, she would be able to help Her Grace gain some decorum.

That afternoon and evening, His Grace informed the rest of his family about their upcoming plans. Lydia was ecstatic with the thought of shopping in London and she and Kitty enthusiastically regaled the group about future balls they expected to attend. Lady Agatha, Jane and Elizabeth were tremendously grateful they had agreed to His Grace's earlier suggestion. Imagine the peevishness that Lydia would display were she to know that she would soon be sent off to a ladies school without attending even one ball!

The family spent the remainder of the summer at Grancourt. Elizabeth and Jane grew even fonder of Lady Agatha, and counted her only below their father and the Gardiners in terms of their affection. The three were most often found outside, exploring the countryside, for Elizabeth had relented to Lady Agatha's gentle persuasion and was learning to ride.

Occasionally His Grace would accompany them, but he was happiest when firmly established in the large library with a glass of his favorite port. He would also seek sanctuary from his wife in the Master's study, where Her Grace did not attempt to interrupt him, being informed by His Grace that essential estate business was conducted there and interruption would be disastrous to the future of the dukedom.

Mary practiced the pianoforte almost constantly, and only left the music room when summoned to meals or bed. Lady Agatha pondered how someone who practiced so relentlessly could still be incredibly tedious to listen to, and hoped that Mary would learn some artistic expression when she began her studies. In contrast, Lady Agatha was always delighted to hear Elizabeth play and sing. Her playing, though not technically brilliant, was very pleasing to listen to because Elizabeth played so naturally and unaffected.

Her Grace spent the summer almost exclusively in her youngest daughters' company. They wasted entire days devoted to paging through current fashion publications and planning their London shopping excursions. Periodically, Lady Agatha would devote a day to instruct Her Grace in the running of the Grancourt and expectations of the ton. Her Grace was still in sufficient awe of Lady Agatha, that when entirely alone with her, she displayed some modesty in an imitation of Lady Agatha's demeanor. This gave Lady Agatha some hope, that when Kitty and Lydia were gone, Her Grace might develop a small degree of elegance and propriety.

In this way, the Bennets spent a pleasant summer. But the autumn was soon upon them, and sooner than they thought possible, they packed their trunks and made their way to London.

Author's Notes: For those of you who think I created an unlikely loophole regarding the inheritance, let me reassure you.

In my research I did discover that most of the older peerages could be inherited by females, though English law did preclude them from being solitary heirs if they had sisters. Just think of Anne de Bourgh, who would inherit all of Rosings, it was not entailed away. The tradition of entailment was a more recent one, and came about so that estates would not be divided up among females but would remain largely intact by passing only to the next male descendent. Just some enlightening facts!

Chapter Six

Posted on Wednesday, 6 September 2006

At the same time that the Bennets were settling into Staffordshire for the summer, the Gardiners began their trip to Derbyshire. They leisurely made their way north, stopping at places of interest along the way. They finally arrived at the small town of Lambton, where Mrs. Gardiner had spent some time as a resident and where she still knew some of the current populace. The plan was to stay in Lambton for several days renewing acquaintances and taking in some of the local sights.

During dinner of their first night in the town, Mrs. Gardiner expressed an inclination to view Pemberley, which was within five miles of Lambton and had some of the finest woods in the county. They applied to the maid to inquire whether the family was in residence for the summer, and after receiving a negative reply, determined to visit Pemberley on the morrow.

The next morning saw the Gardiners riding through Pemberley Woods. The park was large and full of natural beauty. They were delighted with the scenery, and even more so with the situation of Pemberley House once it came into view. They applied to see the place, were shown into a hall and greeted by the housekeeper, a Mrs. Reynolds. She escorted them on a tour and they admired the beautiful furnishings and the elegance of the rooms, noting that, though they certainly befit the purported wealth of the owner, they appeared chosen with an idea for comfort, rather than ostentation.

Mr. Gardiner, being a naturally garrulous man, inquired about the present master of the estate. Mrs. Reynolds reported that he was to return the next day with a large party of friends and his sister, Miss Georgiana Darcy. She then began to extol the virtues of Mr. Darcy, reporting that he was the best master and landlord, she had never had a cross word from him, and there was not one of his tenants or servants that would not give him a good name.

Mr. Gardiner was amused, and his natural and easy manners encouraged the housekeeper's conversation, though little encouragement was necessary as the Darcys were her favorite topic of discourse. Somewhat skeptical, he attributed this flaming character reference to a well-paid servant's natural prejudice. Mrs. Gardiner was more attentive to Mrs. Reynolds approbation of her master. She recalled Elizabeth's earnest avowal of Mr. Darcy's proud demeanor and unfriendly manners. She well understood that a loyal, intelligent servant's praise was valuable. She was entertaining some doubts about her niece's opinion of Mr. Darcy when she came upon a group of miniatures suspended over a mantelpiece. Among them was a likeness of a man she had been introduced to in Hertfordshire and she asked Mrs. Reynolds about its placement there.

"That picture ma'am?" asked Mrs. Reynolds, pointing to a portrait of a young man. At Mrs. Gardiner's positive acknowledgement, Mrs. Reynolds continued, "That is the son of the late master's steward, a Mr. Wickham. He was raised at Pemberley, but I am afraid that he turned out very wild. He is gone into the army now." Mrs. Gardiner had correctly recognized Mr. Wickham, and was alarmed at Mrs. Reynolds's negative disclosure.

"Do you know him?" the older woman inquired.

"Yes, I met him last winter while we visited some relatives in Hertfordshire. He was very charming and I'm afraid that quite a few of the young ladies were taken with him."

Mrs. Reynolds was now troubled, for she knew of the dissolute behavior of the late Mr. Darcy's former favorite. He had racked up debts in Lambton, that the young Mr. Darcy had felt obliged to pay, and there were reports that a few of the tradesmen's daughters had been meddled with. She liked this fashionable couple and thought it would be considerate to warn them, so in turn, they could warn their friends.

Gathering her courage, because it would be a difficult, and somewhat improper, discussion, Mrs. Reynolds addressed Mrs. Gardiner, saying, "Ma'am, I would be wary of Mr. Wickham. He is not well thought of in Lambton, or much of Derbyshire for that matter. He tends to leave debts unpaid and he should not be trusted in young ladies' company." Mrs. Gardiner's eyes widened and her doubts regarding the two men intensified.

"Thank you for your candor Mrs. Reynolds. I will take that under advisement and discuss it with my acquaintances in that county." Mrs. Reynolds was glad to be of service and lead them toward the gallery to finish the tour of the house. There, they were shown a large, formal portrait of Mr. Darcy. He was a handsome young man of regal bearing. Mrs. Gardiner began to wonder about her niece's true motive of aversion. Perhaps Lizzy's vanity was more wounded than she cared to admit. If such a handsome, wealthy, and important man were to declare me merely 'tolerable,' I may form an intense dislike as well, thought Mrs. Gardiner amusedly. She resolved to test her theory at her first available opportunity, in a letter to her dear niece.

After finishing the tour of the rooms open to general inspection, Mrs. Reynolds consigned the couple into the care of the gardener to walk the park and gardens. They began to walk across the lawn in the direction of the river when Mr. Gardiner turned back toward the house to determine the date of the building. Mrs. Gardiner turned as well, but a man coming forward from the road leading to the stables, arrested her. The figure was unmistakably Mr. Darcy. And just as handsome as his picture, thought Mrs. Gardiner.

Mr. Darcy also stopped short at seeing strangers on his property. Being a private man, he had always dreaded the summer tradition of opening one's property to the inspection of strangers. However, over the prior months, he had spent a considerable amount of time inspecting his own character.

After the disastrous proposal in April, he had carefully examined all of Elizabeth's accusations and had discovered that she was essentially correct in many of her assertions. Yes, some of her opinion had been based on misinformation and even lies, which he hoped had been corrected with his letter. But the other charges, 'your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain for the feelings of others,' were too often correct! He had only to recall the words of his marriage proposal. He had not at all considered Elizabeth's feelings. He had belittled and humbled her with his words about her family and connections. He was condescending and patronizing, and in some respects no better than people like his Aunt Catherine!

The result of such soul-searching was the formation of many resolutions. He would become a better man; gratitude filled his heart for Elizabeth and the opportunity she had inadvertently offered him. Though he could not have her love, he would live his life so that, if they were ever to meet again, she would approve of him. And here before him, was a perfect chance to show his resolve. Elizabeth had declared that he did not converse easily with strangers because he would not practice, well, he would practice now!

As these thoughts rushed through his mind, he approached the couple, bowed and introduced himself.

"Welcome to Pemberley. I am Fitzwilliam Darcy. Might I inquire who you are?" He finished this short speech with a small smile and held his breath. Mrs. Gardiner returned his smile and looked to her husband to make the introductions.

"My name is Edward Gardiner and this is my wife, Madeline. We are staying at Lambton for a few days to visit with some acquaintances from my wife's childhood in Derbyshire. We are sorry to intrude upon your privacy, but your housekeeper assured us that the family was away from home." Darcy was relieved that this man and his wife appeared to be friendly and polite people. It made his attempt to practice much easier to pursue.

Waving away Mr. Gardiner's apology, Darcy said, "Do not worry. I was not expected until tomorrow, but rode on ahead of my party to discuss some business with my steward. Are you just starting a tour of the park?"

"Yes, we were on our way to the stream. Your gardener assured us there are some lovely views along that walk. If you truly do not mind, we will head there now. Do not let us disrupt your business."

Darcy surprised himself with the discovery that he desired to remain in the Gardiners' company and asked Mr. Gardiner, "You would like for me to accompany you? I could point out some areas of interest." Mr. Gardiner was surprised at this act of civility and readily assented after seeking his wife's approval. Mrs. Gardiner was astonished as well, but was glad to have an occasion to see Mr. Darcy for herself. The doubts that Mrs. Reynolds had initiated had deepened; she now believed that Elizabeth had been entirely wrong in her estimation of the two young men.

As the threesome made their way along the stream, they fell into a natural discussion of travel and the beauties of Derbyshire and Pemberley. Mr. Gardiner was amused at the discourse that his wife and Mr. Darcy engaged in on the superior merits of Derbyshire to any other county. The conversation flowed easily, and Darcy's gratefulness for Elizabeth swelled anew. To think of all the opportunities he may have missed due to his excessive reserve and taciturnity.

They stopped at a particularly lovely spot upon a simple bridge. The area was unadorned and the valley contracted into a small glen, bordered by coppice-woods. It was a charming place.

"Elizabeth would love this spot," Mrs. Gardiner mused aloud.

Darcy visibly startled at this pronouncement. He had been thinking the exact same thought, though unknowingly of the same Elizabeth.

"I beg your pardon?" he exclaimed with rather more feeling than politeness.

"Oh, I am sorry Mr. Darcy. I was just thinking of my niece Elizabeth. She is a great lover of nature and would have adored this view. She was to have accompanied us on this trip, but had to journey with her family to attend to some family business." Mrs. Gardiner paused, and thinking she may gain some insight into Elizabeth's association with this man, boldly stated, "I believe that you may know her."

Darcy could not contain his surprise. He started to speak, swallowed, and tentatively asked, "Your niece? Is she by chance a Miss Elizabeth Bennet? From Hertfordshire?"

"Yes, Mr. Darcy. I understand you made her acquaintance last fall, when you stayed with Mr. Bingley."

"Yes, of course, and I saw her again in Kent, while she visited her friend Mrs. Collins." Mrs. Gardiner was puzzled at this revelation, for Elizabeth had not mentioned meeting Mr. Darcy that spring; she wondered why Elizabeth excluded this information and what it signified regarding her and Mr. Darcy's relationship.

Darcy could hardly believe his misfortune. Elizabeth could have been here at Pemberley! We might have been talking at this moment! he thought. It had been too long since he had last seen her or talked with her; too long since he had heard her delightful laughter or crossed verbal swords with her wit. He realized it would have been awkward, but he believed he could endure anything if only he could look into her enchanting eyes and show her that he has listened to her reproofs.

Of course, he could not say any of this to the Gardiners, and so only replied, "I am sorry to not be able to see her again. I have witnessed first-hand her love of walking and exploring. I often came across her during her rambles. I hope she will be able to visit Derbyshire another time, for someone with such a passion for nature would almost certainly gain much enjoyment from this county."

Mr. Gardiner laughing responded, "Do not worry about Lizzy too much Mr. Darcy. I am sure that she is enjoying the wondrous countryside of Staffordshire just as much. After all, it is almost as far north as Derbyshire."

Darcy was again overcome by thoughts. Only one county away! Cursed luck! What is she doing in Staffordshire? Mrs. Gardiner said something about attending to family business. Is her family well? Is she well? He could tolerate the uncertainty no longer and unflinchingly inquired about the Bennets and their welfare.

The Gardiners had been asked to keep the information about the inheritance secret until all the legal matters had been attended to, but Mrs. Gardiner could sense Mr. Darcy's concern and sought to somewhat alleviate his anxiety.

"They are visiting some relatives for the summer, which prevented Lizzy from accompanying us. We were sad to lose her company, but she was needed, and we hope to meet together in the fall or winter." Darcy's relief was palpable with Mrs. Gardiner's explanation. And though he was disappointed and extremely frustrated with missing Elizabeth, he resolved to show the Gardiners every civility with the hope that it would reach Elizabeth's ears and she would think better of him. He would also not waste an opportunity to learn more of her.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Gardiner chose that moment to announce that it was time for them to return to Lambton as they had a dinner engagement. Darcy escorted them back to their carriage and expressed his desire to meet them again before they left the area.

"Perhaps I could introduce my sister to you during your stay?"

"That is a lovely idea," agreed Mrs. Gardiner, "We will look forward to your call. We are staying at the Crown Inn, and should be here for the week."

Darcy nodded and signaled to the driver. He watched the carriage disappear over hill; his heart lighter than it had been in many months.

Chapter Seven

Posted on Wednesday, 6 September 2006

During the first month of his introspection following his proposal to Elizabeth, Darcy often found himself in the midst of an almost insurmountable despair and loneliness. Georgiana became extremely worried about her brother's dark and somber mood, and thought he was perhaps still angry with her about her near elopement the past summer. Unable to discover the reason for her brother's bad temper, she solicited the advice of Colonel Fitzwilliam; she knew the cousins had a close relationship, almost like brothers.

Colonel Fitzwilliam answered Miss Darcy's letter by appearing at the Darcy townhouse. Fitzwilliam's concern matched Georgiana's. He had noticed a decided lack of humor in Darcy since their stay at Rosings. He had thought it was due to his Aunt's insistence that Darcy marry their cousin Anne, which the Colonel knew Darcy had no intention of doing; but Darcy's mood had failed to recover, which was unusual, because he did not generally allow their Aunt Catherine to affect him.

The Colonel was shown to the library, where he encountered a somber Darcy staring vacantly out the window. He greeted his cousin, who barely deigned to respond, and took a seat. He then proceeded to ply Darcy with liberal amounts of brandy and, over the course of the evening, persuaded Darcy to reveal the source of his melancholy. The entire history of Darcy's relationship with Elizabeth Bennet unfolded. Fitzwilliam was surprised that Darcy had actually proposed; he had noticed an attraction on Darcy's part to Miss Bennet, but knowing Darcy's fastidious nature, assumed that his cousin would overcome the infatuation.

Fitzwilliam sympathized with Darcy's predicament but did not attempt to give him advice concerning his actions toward Miss Bennet. However, he did not hesitate to counsel him regarding his treatment of Georgiana. He informed Darcy that he had completely neglected his sister and she was very worried about him. Darcy flushed with shame at this pronouncement; he had not regarded his sister's feelings. Elizabeth's accusations were sound; he had been selfish and unfeeling. This was the beginning of his resolve to change his character. He would begin on the morrow, as soon as he was sober.

The next morning, Darcy again related his history with Elizabeth, this time to his sister. She was initially puzzled, then angry with Miss Bennet, and then empathetic. Her own love affair had left her disenchanted and unhappy, and she could not censure her brother for feeling the same. She did not comprehend how any woman could not see the wonderful person that her brother was, but also understood that her brother had not acted without fault.

The telling had unburdened Darcy, and his relationship with his sister shifted slightly. He was still her guardian, and zealous in his protection of her, but they now enjoyed a closer relationship that including confiding in one another.

During the few months they spent in Town, she had begun to notice a change in him. He was not completely comfortable in large groups, but in smaller gatherings he exerted himself; he was less reticent and reserved around people he knew and more solicitous and attentive to strangers, without being obsequious.

Darcy contemplated all this while standing on the front steps of Pemberley, awaiting the arrival of his sister and the Bingley party. He was excited to acquaint Georgiana with his unexpected good fortune the previous day. He knew she would understand his eagerness to spend time with the Gardiners, and hoped to gain her approval of an introduction and possible invitation to a dinner at Pemberley.

The sound of a carriage alerted Darcy to his sister's approach. Bingley rode next to the carriage and nodded a greeting to Darcy as he dismounted. A footman opened the door, handing out first Mrs. Hurst, then Miss Bingley, followed by Mr. Hurst stumbling from the door. Darcy approached the carriage, waving away the footman to assist his sister himself. Georgiana gave him a tired, but grateful smile.

Darcy embraced his sister and leaning down whispered, "Welcome home, dearest. We must see to our guests first, but I would like to talk to you as soon as may be." Looking up at her brother, and noticing his smile, she knew he was not distressed by anything and quickly became intrigued. Darcy turned to his other guests, welcomed them to Pemberley and gestured them into the house. The party entered a large drawing room, where the servants had already laid out refreshments.

Miss Bingley, distressed that she could not orchestrate Mr. Darcy into escorting her personally on her arrival, immediately accosted him.

"Oh, Mr. Darcy. What a terrible journey we have had this morning. If only you had not left us yesterday; the trip would have been much more pleasant with your company."

"I am sorry that the carriage was not to your liking Miss Bingley. I had business with my steward that couldn't be delayed, and as I would have ridden alongside you, we would have had much cause to talk during the journey." Miss Bingley was alarmed at this statement; she had not meant for her comment to sound like a slight on Mr. Darcy's conveyance.

"Certainly, sir, we would not want to interrupt your business. Such a fine, grand estate as Pemberley must require an extraordinary amount of your time. And, you are always so diligent in attending to everything." She flashed a simpering smile, and Darcy controlled the urge to roll his eyes or retreat to the window. He offered his guests tea and food and the group conversed for a quarter of an hour before Darcy suggested they retire to their rooms to refresh themselves from their 'terrible journey.'

As Georgiana left the room, she caught her brother's eye, and after a quick wash and change of clothes, she found him in his study, reading. He directed her to a chair near him, which she took and turned to him expectantly. He was shifting in his seat, and she could sense there was an excitement about him that she had not seen for some time. She waited patiently and finally he spoke.

"I have a surprise to share with you. I rode to Pemberley early to evaluate some matters with Parker. As I was walking from the stable, I came across a couple touring the house and grounds." Georgiana was a little confused; normally that situation would annoy her brother, but he seemed happy with this information. She refrained from interrupting him and let him continue with his account. "I introduced myself to them and we began a conversation. I was relieved to discover they were a very agreeable and friendly couple, and I offered to show them some good views along the stream."

Georgiana was again astonished. She had noticed changes in his behavior, but did not think things had improved to this degree. Her brother actually introducing himself! And then offering to guide strangers around Pemberley's grounds! Incredible! But there was even more in store.

"In the course of our conversation, I discovered that the Gardiners are Elizabeth Bennet's aunt and uncle. She was to have traveled with them this summer, but was called away to visit other family members. In fact, she is in Staffordshire for the entire summer, I believe." Here Darcy paused to gauge his sister's reaction. Georgiana was speechless. That this news excited her brother was obvious. She, however, did not know what to make of this disclosure. Darcy did not leave her in confusion long.

"I would like to spend some time with them while they are in the neighborhood. Apparently, Mrs. Gardiner spent some of her youth in Lambton, and they are planning to stay at the inn there for a week before returning to London. They would like to be introduced to you, and I hope to invite them to dinner at Pemberley." Georgiana was a little alarmed with this application; she was incredibly shy and timid. Darcy sensed her hesitation, and to reassure said, "I promise they are very pleasant and kind."

Georgiana recognized how important this was to her brother. He had always been so generous with her that she could not deny him this small request. She gave him a tremulous smile and said, "I would be happy to make their acquaintance."

Darcy smiled brilliantly, and Georgiana knew she had made the right decision. She had some reservations, and not only due to her own discomfort; she did not want her brother to suffer any more pain. She could not endure another spring like the last one and only hoped that the reintroduction of Miss Bennet into their lives, in whatever form, would bring happiness to her dear brother.

"Thank you, Ana." The use of her childhood name brought a sincere smile to Georgiana's face. "I would like to call on them tomorrow, if that is agreeable?" Georgiana nodded her acceptance and she and her brother parted to dress for dinner.

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