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Chapter Twenty-six
The Darcys remained at Kenton House for dinner that evening. After the men had enjoyed their port and politics, they rejoined the ladies in the drawing room. Lady Frederica finally found her opportunity to speak and turned to her hostess.
“Lady Matlock, thank you for the delightful afternoon. It was a splendid gathering and Father truly appreciated being introduced to your family. He said that he was very glad to see I would be among such noble company.”
“The pleasure was mine, Frederica, and I hope that your father knows he is always welcome at Kenton House.”
“Of course, Madam. And what a delight to meet with the Ladies Bennet again for I had not realized you had invited them to our little family gathering.” Lady Matlock ignored both the insincerity and the haughtiness in Lady Frederica’s statement and simply nodded her head, but Lady Frederica was not deterred. She turned to her future brother-in-law.
“Colonel Fitzwilliam, Lady Elizabeth would do very well for you. You seem to have very similar characters.” Fitzwilliam knew this comment was no compliment to himself or Lady Elizabeth. He was wary of Lady Frederica addressing him thus, for she had avoided his conversation since her engagement to his brother. Fitzwilliam, being well aware of the lady’s prior pursuit of Darcy, had felt no compunction to become acquainted with his soon to be sister-in-law. He understood her to be shallow and conceited and, though he had been polite, she had not failed to notice his disapproval of her. This was the first time she had initiated a conversation with him.
“Not at all, Lady Frederica,” he replied indifferently, not even turning his attention from the card game he was involved in. “She is too quick for me. Her wit would have me eviscerated within five minutes of an engagement, let alone a lifetime of marriage.”
“Come now, Colonel, she is tolerably pretty and will have an exceptional dowry. Surely you would not consider courting her to be casting your pearls before swine.” This statement surprised the Colonel, for he had underestimated Lady Frederica’s cleverness, but he did not show his surprise and merely shrugged his shoulders.
“She is quite a beautiful creature, isn’t she? As is her sister. I’m sure that they will have the gentlemen of the ton at their feet next Season. No young woman’s introduction into society in the last decade will compare; I would bet a guinea on it.” Lady Frederica stiffened at the implied insult. Lady Matlock pursed her lips in disapproval of Lady Frederica’s choice of discussion.
“First you would have to borrow that guinea from me, Richard,” Lord Amherst replied, seeking to divert his fiancée’s ire before Lady Matlock was further insulted by her rudeness.
“Actually, Stephen, I am quite in the flush at the moment. Perhaps a game of billiards is in order? What say you, Darcy?” Darcy nodded his acquiescence and the three cousins rose to leave, but Lady Frederica was not finished.
“And what is your opinion, Mr. Darcy? Will the Ladies Bennet become quite the sensation that your cousin predicts? The elder sister is quite lovely, but Lady Elizabeth is rather plain in comparison. And quoting Shakespeare? Everyone will think she is a bluestocking!” Lady Frederica laughed softly in derision, which she quickly stifled as Darcy turned toward her with a black look on his face.
“Quoting Shakespeare hardly qualifies a woman as a bluestocking, Madam. It is rather refreshing to have intelligent conversation rather than discussing the latest style of evening dress. Lady Jane and Lady Elizabeth are beautiful, charming, and kind. And having known them for many months now, I consider them some of the best women of my acquaintance. Lady Elizabeth is a particular friend of my sister’s and I could not wish for a better influence on Georgiana than her. If you would excuse me, please? Aunt Susan, Uncle.” Darcy bowed stiffly and turned on his heel to leave the room, Amherst and Fitzwilliam following in his wake; the elder brother rather embarrassed and the younger inwardly beaming.
Lady Frederica sat perfectly upright in her chair, left to all the satisfaction of having forced Darcy to say what gave no one any pain but herself.
Lord and Lady Matlock were extremely displeased with the entire proceeding, not that they faulted Darcy for defending the young lady against Lady Frederica’s abuse. In fact, Darcy’s immediate desire to shield Lady Elizabeth from Lady Frederica’s criticism deeply underscored their belief that their nephew was in love with the young heiress. He had openly flirted with her, in a way neither of them had ever witnessed from their usually taciturn nephew. They could not fault his taste, though the elder sister was more classically beautiful; there was vivaciousness in Lady Elizabeth’s person and a spark in her rather fine eyes. Both looked forward to a deeper acquaintance with her.
Lady Matlock was particularly incensed with Lady Frederica’s audacity to censure her choice of guests and with the young woman’s rudeness toward her son and nephew. Lady Matlock was a formidable and influential woman of London society, and had been for several decades, and she was not about to allow such insolence in her future daughter-in-law. She turned to Lady Frederica and with a false smile addressed the young woman in a soft, but commanding voice.
“My dear, I’m glad that you enjoyed my gathering this afternoon. You are always a welcome guest, though soon you will be a member of the household, which we all anticipate. It was a shame you couldn’t spend more time in Lady Jane and Lady Elizabeth’s company. They are delightful young women, as my dear friend Lady Agatha had already informed me. She is confident that they will create quite a stir when they are introduced next Season, and you know the influence she has on the ton. Any young woman who is their friend will enjoy privileges and opportunities not permitted to others; they are The Duke of Everard’s dear daughters after all. I do hope that you sincerely make an effort to know them, for I’m certain you will be in their company often. Georgiana, perhaps you could tell us about the day you spent with them?” Georgiana was happy to comply, for she had been extremely confused by and somewhat uncomfortable with the air of tension in the room.
Lady Matlock deftly steered the conversation away from controversial topics and Lady Frederica was forced to relent for the moment; she could not risk alienation from the Matlocks otherwise her married life would be miserable, but she was not placated and silently vowed to rebuff all advancements of friendship with Lady Elizabeth Bennet.
During the short carriage ride from Kenton House, Jane rendered her unsurprising evaluation of the afternoon gathering: everyone was kind and charming, especially the Matlocks. She had enjoyed herself and would be pleased to see them all again.
The end of Jane’s opinion coincided with the trio’s arrival at Everard House and the ladies repaired to the striped parlour, as was their custom. Agatha desired to delay her own opinion until she had gained Elizabeth’s.
“Lizzy, my dear, how did you enjoy the afternoon?”
“I liked the Matlocks very well indeed, Agatha. Lord Amherst and Colonel Fitzwilliam share very similar personality traits, which I believe they inherited from their parents.”
“Yes, Stephen and Richard are very like their parents, particularly their father. They are both quite jovial and entertaining. And what of Lady Frederica?” Elizabeth’s puzzlement came to the forefront of her mind.
“I do not know what to think of Lady Frederica. I only exchanged the briefest of civilities with her. She is very beautiful and elegant, but I don’t believe that she approves of me.”
“Oh, Lizzy,” Jane replied, “why would she not approve of you? I found her very amiable.”
“You are astute as always, Elizabeth,” Lady Agatha contradicted. “Lady Frederica is rather jealous of you I believe.” This increased Elizabeth’s bewilderment for she hardly knew the young woman.
“Jealous of me? Whatever for? She is beautiful, wealthy, well-connected, and engaged to a very eligible man.”
“You also possess most of those characteristics and it is exactly the item you listed last that causes Lady Frederica’s jealousy.”
“She is jealous that I am not engaged and she is? That would be ludicrous, Agatha!”
“No, Lizzy, it is a bit more complicated than that. She is envious that she is engaged to Stephen when she would rather be engaged to the man who is currently paying you court.”
“But…you do not mean…” Elizabeth stammered. Lady Agatha smiled at Elizabeth’s embarrassment, causing Elizabeth to rein in her emotions. “I am not being courted by anyone, Agatha.”
“Indeed, Lizzy? Quoting Shakespeare to tempt a man to kiss you at his aunt’s house?”
“I did no such thing!” Elizabeth exclaimed, blushing a deep red from her neck to her toes.
“Of course you did, Lizzy. Poor William! His control is exemplary. I’m certain that if you two had been alone in that room, he would have followed that quote to its logical conclusion. And it would have served you a well-deserved lesson, Elizabeth. You cannot tease him so, Lizzy. You must decide your own mind soon and not lead him along. He has suffered enough pain and heartache already; I do not want to see you be the cause of more. I am not implying that you should marry him, though I don’t believe you could find a better man for a husband and father, but you must decide if you will allow him to court you properly. He is too in love with you to have you break his heart should you refuse his affection a second time. And do not deny it,” Lady Agatha continued when Elizabeth appeared on the point of interrupting her, “he loves you ardently and he is not attempting to hide it from anyone; your father yesterday, his own relations today. Just consider what I have said, please, Elizabeth?” Elizabeth scrutinized Lady Agatha’s face and recognized the sincerity and the tenderness for both herself and Mr. Darcy in her ladyship’s gaze.
“Of course, Agatha. I know you are only concerned for my future happiness, and Mr. Darcy’s. I promise to be kind and consider his feelings. After all, I once accused him of willful disdain for the feelings of others and I don’t want to be cut by my own words. If it is any comfort to you, Agatha, I am almost decided to let Mr. Darcy court me, should he ask. But this is pure speculation for he has not asked.”
“No, but I’m certain he will.”
“Shall we wager a new pair of gloves on it?”
“Elizabeth!” Jane admonished.
“Two pairs, one silk, one leather, and you have a wager, Lizzy,” Lady Agatha laughingly responded. Jane shook her head in rebuke while Elizabeth and Lady Agatha shook hands to seal their bargain.
“Agatha,” said Elizabeth, once their bargain was struck, “there is still one thing you mentioned that has me puzzled.”
“Yes, Lizzy?”
“You implied that Lady Frederica is interested in Mr. Darcy, yet she is engaged to his cousin.”
“That is correct.”
“Yes?” Lady Agatha smiled at Elizabeth’s shameless curiosity.
“Frederica relentlessly pursued William during her first Season, hoping to become Mistress of Pemberley. William showed no interest and the following year she accepted Stephen’s application to court her and his subsequent proposal of marriage. Susan and Harry were quite against the match initially and attempted to persuade Stephen away from his choice, but he was decided, and the engagement was announced. I believe that Frederica is rather upset that you appear to have succeeded where she has failed.”
“Succeeded?”
“Elizabeth, I don’t think you quite realize the position you are in. You are beautiful, charming, intelligent, very rich, fabulously titled…” Elizabeth began to laugh at this list of her attributes; she had never considered herself to be a cause of envy in others. “Do not laugh, Elizabeth, for it is all true, for Jane as well. And one more thing that you possess is the attention of a certain gentleman from Derbyshire who has been one of the most widely pursued bachelor of the ton for the last five years. William is extremely handsome, intelligent, courteous, connected, and fabulously wealthy himself, and has not shown the slightest interest in any young lady. Any young lady, except you. And his interest is quite blatant. Lady Frederica will not be the only one to display jealousy.”
“Do not worry, Agatha; my courage always rises with every attempt to intimidate me.”
“I would expect nothing less, Lizzy. You and Jane will be placed in a very influential, and sometimes awkward, position. Men and women, young and old, married and single, will all be vying for your attention, and not always for altruistic purposes. I trust both of your judgment, but it can be very lonely or frustrating at times; you will have to rely on one another’s affection and comfort and I promise to help you navigate through the difficulties. You will be able to make some true friends, but most of your associations will be with shallow people hoping to gain your approbation to advance their own positions.” Jane frowned at this negative outlook, for she was still disposed to think well of people, despite her recent interactions with the Bingley sisters.
“Thank you, Agatha, we appreciate your guidance and support.”
“Of course, my dear. But it is time to change for dinner now.” They rose and retired to their rooms. The rest of the evening was spent in company with their family in their customary pursuits.
A light mist kept most indoors on Wednesday morning, but the following day found Jane and Elizabeth again in front of Darcy House awaiting Georgiana. They traveled to the modiste’s for final fittings of their evening dresses chosen for Friday’s theatre outing. Georgiana persuaded Elizabeth to wear a dress that would compliment the jeweled hair comb and brooch set she had purchased earlier that week. After several hours completing purchases, Jane and Elizabeth returned to Darcy House for a light luncheon. They were introduced to Mrs. Annesley and Georgiana presented them with the Kashmir shawls she had chosen as gifts. Jane and Elizabeth were both touched by the simple, but demonstrative, gesture. The girls spent the remainder of the afternoon playing duets on Georgiana’s pianoforte and parted before teatime, with excited anticipation to meet tomorrow evening.
Darcy was disappointed to miss seeing Elizabeth on Thursday, but his appointment for the day was not one he could miss. He had been surprised on Wednesday morning to receive a request to have lunch at Brook’s with His Grace the following day. Darcy realized that the duke had easily discerned his attentions toward Elizabeth, for they had been rather apparent, and a reckoning was imminent.
Darcy was not prone to nervousness, for he had been his own master for many years; he was generally confident and secure of his position. However, this upcoming interview was inducing a feeling of anxiety not experienced by him since his schooldays. Elizabeth was the obvious favourite of His Grace and Darcy had not made the best impression last autumn. His marked attentions now could seem mercenary, without knowledge of his former regard, and Darcy was uncertain what Elizabeth had shared with her father and what His Grace’s current estimation of him was. This insecurity assaulted Darcy as he climbed the steps of his club and was led to a private dinner chamber where His Grace The Duke of Everard was seated at a table studying a chessboard. The footman announced his presence and Darcy bowed respectfully and awaited His Grace’s response.
His Grace scrutinized the young man before him slowly and carefully. His perusal was not surprising, for they had been acquainted with each other for over a year, though the duke had not paid particular attention before today. The gentleman before him was as tall, handsome, and well dressed as he remembered. His mien was quite serious and the duke could detect a trace of anxiety in Darcy’s slightly clenched jaw. They had not conversed much in their previous meetings and His Grace was anticipating an amusing meal; he hoped to gain information from Darcy that his own daughter had concealed. His Grace correctly perceived that Elizabeth had not been particularly forthcoming about her springtime interactions with Mr. Darcy. He collected his wits and motioned for Darcy to seat himself across from him.
“Mr. Darcy, thank you for joining me.”
“Thank you for the honour of inviting me, Your Grace.” His Grace raised an eyebrow in perfect similitude of his second daughter.
“Perhaps we could be a little less formal? I have not quite reconciled myself to this title and ‘Your Grace’ is rather a mouthful, wouldn’t you agree?” Darcy smiled almost imperceptibly.
“Agatha’s husband used to say that.”
“Did he? I’m not surprised, from what Agatha has told me of him. What did you call him then, for I know your families were rather close?”
“I called him Everard, like my father did.”
“Ah, I’m afraid I’m not any more familiar with that appellation than ‘Your Grace,’ though I should most likely accustom myself to it. Will Bennet suffice? That is what Agatha calls me.”
“Certainly, Sir.”
“Excellent, now that we have dispensed with the formalities, could I interest you in a game of chess? You play, I presume?”
“Yes.”
“And something to eat or drink?”
“Thank you.” His Grace and Darcy ordered their meals and began a chess game while they waited. Both were masters of the game and enjoyed the competition in companionable silence. After an hour of play, with His Grace the victor and their lunch disposed of, the duke turned toward his young companion. Darcy realized his reprieve had ended.
“You play very well. Where did you learn?”
“My father taught me from a young age. The winters in the north are quite cold, trapping the citizens inside, and chess is a common indoor pursuit. My father was a member of a club here in Town and would play matches through his correspondence.”
“I have not played such a challenging game for some time. As you know, I had no sons to teach myself. Elizabeth learned, but she generally preferred to read and I am not a diligent enough correspondent to play games through the post, though my brother Gardiner has suggested it periodically. I understand that you met the Gardiners this summer while they toured Derbyshire.” His Grace kept his features blank, but Darcy sensed the direction the conversation was heading toward. He could not evade Elizabeth’s father; he needed His Grace’s approbation and eventual consent to court Elizabeth.
“Yes, I had the honour of making their acquaintance while they toured Pemberley. I was pleasantly surprised to discover they were related to some of my Hertfordshire friends.”
“I understand that you were also ‘pleasantly surprised’ to meet with some of your ‘Hertfordshire friends’ while you visited your aunt in Kent.” Darcy stiffened at this reference, not certain what His Grace was implying.
“Yes, I met with the Collinses and Lady Elizabeth. They dined at my aunt’s and we spent several evenings in their company.”
“Ah, no assemblies then. Did you find the company more ‘tolerable’ than last autumn?” Darcy looked momentarily bewildered at this seemingly odd question, but, as realization dawned, a feeling of utter mortification caused his face to redden and then immediately blanch. She heard me! he realized in dismay. What cruel twist of fate persuaded me to attend that blasted assembly? It is no wonder that she despised me so completely if that was the first impression I left on her mind. Arrogant, disdainful, ungentlemanlike! That short exchange with Bingley was the start of Elizabeth’s disapprobation and he had unknowingly determined the subsequent course of negative events due to an indiscreet comment provoked by a foul mood and Bingley’s incessant pressing.
“Your Grace…” he stumblingly began, “I did not realize, that is…I did not intend for that remark to be overheard. I had not the slightest idea that your daughter was so close. I cannot begin to excuse such behavior. I was in a poor mood, but that is no reason to have behaved so rudely. I am truly sorry…” But Darcy was halted by a wave of His Grace’s hand.
“Do not apologize to me, young man. That is for another’s ears. However, it was well known last autumn that you did not look favorably upon my daughter. Things have obviously changed.” His Grace looked hard at Darcy and Darcy understood that only the complete truth would be tolerated.
“Your Grace, I beg your indulgence, for I do have an explanation for you, but it is rather lengthy.”
“I have no pressing engagements this afternoon. I am at your leisure.” Darcy nodded in understanding and gathering his courage, turned to the father of the woman he loved to reveal the most protected secrets and hopes of his heart and soul.
Several hours later, both men slumped in their leather chairs, emotionally drained from the recent disclosures. His Grace again perused the young man seated across from him. The recent revelations had shocked him enormously and his perception of Darcy was irrevocably transformed to one of esteem and respect.
There were some of Darcy’s actions that His Grace naturally censured, but he realized that the gentleman was young and in the midst of a passionate admiration for a very spirited woman that Darcy’s life experience had ill-prepared him for. Elizabeth was not a young woman of the ton. She was lively, clever, independent, and charming. But more importantly, she was a young woman of strong morals and convictions. He was proud of her, of her accomplishments and her fortitude. But he was also proud of her apparent ability to recognize her own faults and correct her imperfections. She had certainly forgiven Darcy of his bad conduct, which she would only have been able to do by examining her own and improving herself accordingly. His Grace heaved a sigh when he realized that his daughter had far surpassed him in goodness and virtue, with very little guidance from him; she had developed these traits all on her own and she no longer would need him to steer her character. She was a better person than he and a good man would eventually claim her. But is Darcy that man? he wondered.
“That is quite the story, young man.”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
“Please. Bennet.”
“Of course.”
“You do realize that I must ask you another question.” Darcy looked at His Grace quizzically. The duke smiled, “I must ask what your intentions are regarding Elizabeth.” His Grace was a little surprised by the seriousness of the gaze that Darcy turned to him.
“My intentions are the most honourable. I love her and if she consents, I would like to court her, with your permission of course.” The duke’s heart ached, realizing that his dearest girl would leave him sooner than he would like.
“Would you be willing to wait until the Season to begin an official courting?”
“I would be willing to wait forever, Your Grace.” His Grace startled at this solemn pronouncement, but appreciated the depth of feeling it revealed.
“Thank you for your candour, Mr. Darcy. I will not say anything to Elizabeth of this for now. Let me enjoy her company the next several months. Goodness knows that come spring I will hardly see Elizabeth or Jane for all the parties they will be attending with Agatha. And now I should return to them.” He rose from his chair and Darcy followed.
“I’m sorry if anything I said today offended you or caused you any pain.”
“I am not offended, young man. I admit that I’m embarrassed to realize all that I failed to observe this past year. Elizabeth is not the only Bennet to question her discernment where you are concerned. Agatha has been singing your praises, you know.” Darcy blushed slightly at this statement.
“Agatha is very kind, but she is somewhat prejudiced, having known my mother since school and myself and my sister since our births.”
“Indeed, but she is also very perceptive, wouldn’t you agree?” Darcy couldn’t find a response to this question that wouldn’t sound boastful, so merely nodded once in acknowledgement. His Grace laughed softly, “’Modesty may make a fool seem a man of sense,1’ Mr. Darcy.”
“’Adolescentem verecundum esse decet; modesty becomes a young man,2’ Your Grace.” The duke laughed aloud at this rejoinder.
“I will have to remember how well read you are, Darcy. Until tomorrow evening then.” His Grace offered his hand, which Darcy shook and then the two men took their leave of each other, well satisfied with their new understanding.
1. Jonathan Swift
2. Titus Maccius Plautus Asinaria
Chapter Twenty-seven
Loud wailings and lamentations trailed His Grace and two eldest daughters as they exited Everard House on Friday evening. During breakfast that morning, His Grace had informed the family of his, Jane and Elizabeth’s theatre plans. The outcry from his wife and youngest daughter at being excluded had been immediate and earsplitting. Lady Agatha eventually persuaded Her Grace that an evening at a play would distress her nerves, with the lights, noise and difficult dialogue. Lydia, however, was not influenced and loudly bemoaned the unfairness of His Grace’s behavior. Her visions of visiting London had been filled with balls and parties and she had not attended a single event other than family dinners and dress-fittings. Her cries throughout the day were relentless and the duke finally banished the young girl to her room, declaring that her current bad behavior exemplified his decision to keep her from society. Even Kitty was exhausted by her sister’s constant screeching and abandoned her to help Jane and Elizabeth with their evening preparations.
The previous afternoon, His Grace and Darcy had decided to arrive quite early to the theatre in order to spare Jane, Elizabeth and Georgiana from the prying eyes of the ton. The Everard coach made its way quickly through the London streets and was one of the first to arrive at Covent Garden. The trio alighted and entered the theatre building. Elizabeth’s eyes were immediately drawn to the tall figure of a gentleman in immaculate evening dress standing at the center of the spacious foyer.
Darcy had been waiting impatiently for the arrival of the Everard party. He had arrived with his sister, Bingley, and Colonel Fitzwilliam, and after securing Georgiana’s comfort, had immediately returned to the entrance. A movement near the door caught his eye and he turned in its direction only to be arrested by the sight of Elizabeth. She was breathtakingly radiant in a gown of deep violet silk. Her chestnut curls were piled on top of her head, with several ringlets allowed to drape along her face and neck. A jeweled hair comb caught the light of the chandelier and sparkled, matching the sparkle in her lovely eyes. And her smile was bright and directed solely at him. That smile drew him toward her and he soon found himself standing directly in front of her.
“Good evening,” were the only words his constricted throat could utter, while performing a perfect bow. His Grace looked on in resigned amusement.
“Good evening, Darcy. How are you, young man?” Darcy collected himself and bowed to the duke.
“I’m well, thank you, Your Grace.”
“Shall we make our way to your box?”
“Certainly, sir. Follow me.” His Grace offered his arm to Elizabeth, leaving Darcy to escort Jane. Darcy had hoped for the opportunity to have Elizabeth near him again, but the duke had frustratingly preempted him; the party that evening would be large with little possibility for private discourse and Darcy sighed softly at His Grace’s ploy. I will just have to make an opportunity to talk with Elizabeth tonight, Darcy mused.
The group made their way to the Darcy box and greeted the occupants. Elizabeth introduced her father to Colonel Fitzwilliam. His Grace launched into a discussion of the Napoleonic situation with the colonel and Bingley immediately garnered Jane’s exclusive attention. Elizabeth seated herself next to Georgiana and began a discussion about a piece of music she was attempting to learn. Darcy listened contentedly to their conversation, but was distracted by the light sparkling off of Elizabeth’s hair comb. Upon closer inspection he realized the design was a jeweled dragonfly and his breath caught in his throat; there was also a matching brooch attached to her gown’s bodice. At a pause in the ladies’ exchange, Darcy addressed Elizabeth.
“Lady Elizabeth, let me say how beautiful you look tonight. I’m very pleased that you could join us this evening.” Elizabeth blushed prettily causing Darcy to smile and boldly continue, “I must say that your selection of jewelry is quite fascinating; what exquisite pieces you are wearing.” At Elizabeth’s look of puzzlement, Darcy adjusted his cravat, drawing attention to the stickpin that his sister had insisted he wear that evening. Elizabeth’s features reddened more after easily recognizing the matching ornament that Georgiana had purchased for her brother. However, her amusement with Georgiana’s actions quickly settled her equilibrium.
“Your sister has superb taste, does she not?” Georgiana bit her lip and smiled shyly in response.
“Indeed. Perhaps she can find me a wife to match as perfectly as our dragonflies.” Elizabeth gasped, but was spared having to respond by the entrance of the Matlocks. Introductions were made; Lord Matlock joined the discussion with the duke and colonel, while Lady Matlock sat beside Elizabeth to inquire about Lady Agatha. Darcy returned to the foyer to greet the Gardiners upon their arrival.
The theatre was filling with people, surprising Darcy with the high attendance; generally most of the ton would still be at their summer homes, but many of their town acquaintances had informed them of His Grace’s arrival and they had returned to London early in hopes of meeting the new Everards. A few lucky gentlemen had espied His Grace at Brook’s and the Fitzwilliam relations were sharing their accounts of meeting Jane and Elizabeth with alacrity. As Darcy crossed toward the entrance doors, he caught several fragments of conversation regarding the Everard Bennets; he silently blessed His Grace for the foresight in suggesting the party arrive early. Darcy hoped to keep the presence of the Everards secret, allowing them to enjoy the play without unwanted solicitations and interruptions.
Darcy distinguished the Gardiners’ arrival and quickly intercepted them to escort them to his box. Most of the occupants were already seated in preparation for the beginning of the performance and the necessary introductions were accomplished. Elizabeth was surprised to hear that Lady Matlock had called upon her Aunt Gardiner the previous day with Agatha. The trio of women had spent the entire morning together while Jane and Elizabeth had shopped with Georgiana. Lady Matlock had taken an instant liking to Mrs. Gardiner, especially when informed of the kind attentions she had bestowed upon her dear niece. The women had also cleverly determined the other’s approval of a match between Elizabeth and Darcy, sealing not only their friendship, but also their allegiance in advancing Darcy’s suit.
Darcy was disappointed not to find an open seat anywhere near Elizabeth; she was surrounded by his sister, aunt, Mrs. Gardiner, and His Grace, to Darcy’s particular consternation. He was forced to seat himself almost as far away from her as the box admitted and he resigned himself to the opportunity to gaze upon her lovely face unimpeded. The orchestra soon announced the start of the play and all, except Darcy, turned expectant faces toward the stage.
Darcy’s eyes refused to focus on anything other than Elizabeth. He watched the play through her reactions. He could discern that it was well performed, for a smile of delight lingered on Elizabeth’s lips. When the dialogue of the first act reached the quotes that he and Elizabeth had exchanged, her eyes shifted in his direction. He held her gaze for several moments until her attention was drawn by a comment from his sister.
At the first intermission, the gentlemen of the party, sans His Grace, left the box in search of refreshments. Lord Matlock and Colonel Fitzwilliam greeted some friends while His Grace steered Bingley to a table on the far side of the room. Darcy watched his friend’s countenance redden while talking with the duke; he could guess the topic under discussion since only yesterday he had received a similar interrogation. Better you than me, Bingley, Darcy mused.
“I say, Darcy, is that you?” interrupted into Darcy’s thoughts. Turning around, he watched the advance of a tall, well-built gentleman. A small smile arose on Darcy’s lips and he extended his hand in welcome as the newcomer approached.
“Newbury, how are you?”
“Excellent, and you?”
“Very well, thank you.” Lord Christopher Thurston, Earl of Newbury, Viscount Ludlow, was a friend of Darcy’s from their days at Eton and Cambridge. After Colonel Fitzwilliam, Lord Newbury was Darcy’s closest friend. The young earl had been living abroad the last several years due to the ill health of his mother. Her passing the previous year had allowed Newbury to return to his concerns in England and he had arrived in London only two days prior. He was a handsome man, almost as tall as Darcy, but with lighter colouring. His skin was quite tan from the time spent along Mediterranean coasts, but his most striking aspects were a pair of green eyes the colour of spring grass and a blinding smile. In temperament he was similar to Colonel Fitzwilliam, amiable and charming, but edged with a decided cynicism. He had inherited a rather wealthy earldom when he was only fourteen and was therefore subject to the machinations of the ton matrons from a very early age; he and Darcy had often provided each other respite during the London Season. The two friends had corresponded regularly over the years and were pleased to be in each other’s company again.
“I must say that I’m surprised to see you in Town, Darcy. You usually hide away in the country until Advent season.”
“I’ve accompanied my sister to Town for the Little Season.”
“That cannot be! Your little sister cannot be that old already.” Darcy chuckled at his friend’s surprise.
“You have been gone almost four years, Newbury. Georgiana is sixteen already and though not officially out, I decided to bring her to London to enjoy some of the delights of Town.”
“’The delights of Town?’ Since when did you find anything about London society delightful?”
“I did not say ‘London society;’ I’m merely referring to the concerts and exhibits that are found in London.”
“Such as this evening, I presume?”
“Indeed.”
“Ah…so which of the lovely ladies in your box is little Miss Darcy?” Darcy’s eyes narrowed slightly, which Newbury easily perceived and ignored. “I know your aunt, Lady Matlock, and one of the women is obviously of middle age, so I can narrow my guess to the remaining three. Considering the ages of the younger ladies, which is difficult to determine from across the hall even with the aid of my opera glass, I would venture Miss Darcy is the blonde in the white gown, sitting next to the exquisite creature in purple. Am I right, Darcy?”
“That is correct.”
“And just who is the exquisite creature in purple then? Or the lovely blonde in pale blue?”
“They are the nieces of Mr. Gardiner, a business associate of mine, as well as Georgiana’s friends.”
“Gardiner you say? Where have I heard that name before?”
“He owns a large import business as well as several shops. The largest is Gardiner Emporium.”
“No, that is not it,” Newbury murmured, then hearing the bell sounding to announce the play’s continuance, turned toward Darcy, “but I will remember eventually. Enjoy the rest of your evening. We should meet for a fencing match while you are in Town.”
“Certainly. I will be here through Christmas; my cousin Lord Amherst is marrying in December. There should be ample opportunity for me to soundly thrash you.”
“Touché, Darcy, but beware; I have been studying in Italy and have a few new tricks up my sleeve.”
“I look forward to the challenge.” The men shook hands and returned to their seats for the second act. On his return, Darcy found the seating slightly rearranged, with the only open seat on the end of the front row next to Elizabeth. She graced him with a small smile on his entrance and returned to her conversation with Mrs. Gardiner. Darcy gingerly sat down; as his arm gently brushed against Elizabeth’s, he felt her shiver and his own skin under his lawn shirt warmed in response. Be careful what you wish for, Darcy, he silently thought. He had desired her closeness earlier that evening, not accounting for the terrible distraction her nearness would prove. As the curtain lifted he realized that if he had had difficulty focusing on the play the first act, his situation was much more dire now. Now he had to continually resist the urge to take her small hand in his own and stroke his thumb along her palm. He could smell her perfume, a heady gardenia fragrance, and he turned and leaned toward her slightly to better imprint the scent in his memory. His gaze was drawn toward the jeweled dragonfly adorning her hair. He could hardly believe his sister’s impudence, but was grateful nonetheless for this connection with Elizabeth. He released an audible sigh, causing Elizabeth to turn in his direction.
“Are you well, Mr. Darcy?” she whispered. Their faces were very close in the dark box and Darcy had to restrain a very strong urge to lower his lips to hers. Her concern touched his heart and sitting upright he graced her with a full, dimpled smile.
“I could not be better, Lady Elizabeth.”
“You are enjoying the performance then?”
“I’m enjoying the evening.” He could sense her raised eyebrow at his reply, but she shifted her attention back to the stage without responding. The remainder of the second act was a pleasant torture for Darcy and he exited the box reluctantly during the next intermission. He spoke with several acquaintances and, as he ascended the stairs for the third act, he noticed his cousin Amherst conversing with Newbury. His friend raised his eyes and, when alighting on Darcy, he first glared then winked before turning away and returning to his seat. Darcy was puzzled by the odd exchange.
The members of the Darcy party had piqued Newbury’s curiosity. Most were unknown to him and knowing of Darcy’s disinclination for forming new friendships and acting as host to a large party, Newbury was intrigued who could have persuaded his reticent friend to discard previous tendencies. He had casually inquired of his acquaintances if they were familiar with the occupants of Darcy’s box, but only the Fitzwilliams and occasionally Georgiana were recognized. Seeing Amherst during the second intermission, Newbury had saluted him. The gentlemen exchanged pleasantries before Newbury questioned the viscount about Darcy.
“I was surprised to see Darcy here during the autumn,” Newbury began.
“Yes, he brought his sister to Town for the Little Season. She will be coming out next spring and I believe Darcy hoped to gently introduce her to the atmosphere she should expect next year. Although, I’m not certain how gentle her introduction will be; this is the busiest I’ve seen London in September for a number of years. I’m persuaded it is the presence of the Everards, everyone hoping to catch a glimpse of His Grace’s five single, and very wealthy, daughters. You should have Darcy introduce you to them.”
“The Everards?”
“I’m sorry, Newbury, I’d forgotten that you had only recently arrived back in England. The Duke of Everard perished in a shipwreck and for quite some time the heir was unknown. A cousin of the late duke was determined to be the next in line; some unknown country gentleman with five single daughters. They are reported to be in London and as you can imagine, the speculation is rampant about them.”
“And Darcy knows them?”
“Indeed. He met them in Hertfordshire last year while staying with his friend Bingley. His Grace and two eldest daughters are here tonight with Darcy’s party. My mother is a good friend of Lady Agatha, the late duke’s wife, so I also had the pleasure of meeting Lady Jane and Lady Elizabeth myself this week. If I were not engaged already, you can be sure that I would be stiff competition for their attention.”
“Darcy informed me that the young ladies were the nieces of his business associate and friends of Miss Darcy’s.”
“That’s correct. Mr. Gardiner is His Grace’s brother-in-law and Lady Jane and Lady Elizabeth have befriended Georgiana. When Darcy introduces you, beware of Lady Elizabeth; her raven beauty hides a clever wit. She could ensnare you in a single conversation. Luckily for me, I no longer have to worry about any young lady besides my fiancée.”
“Yes, Darcy mentioned you were engaged. Congratulations.”
“Thank you, Newbury. Ah! The bell is sounding so I must return, but let’s meet for an evening at Brook’s, shall we?”
“Certainly.” The gentlemen shook hands and Newbury turned to make his way to his seat. Darcy’s prevarication had nettled Newbury and, when he caught his friend’s eye across the staircase, he couldn’t prevent a momentary glare of indignation. Ire was quickly replaced with a spirit of competition, reminiscent of school days when as adolescents the two had perpetuated a friendly rivalry; Newbury winked, inwardly rejoicing at Darcy’s obvious puzzlement and returned to his box to enjoy the rest of the play.
Darcy also returned to his seat, disappointed that the seating arrangements of the first act had been restored. The remainder of the play passed in a similar manner as the first act and, at the conclusion, the group gathered their belongings and made their way to the carriages to take them to Darcy House for a late supper. Darcy had no further opportunity to question his friend about his odd behavior and resolved to meet with Newbury as soon as possible. This thought was soon pushed aside though as the coach pulled up to Darcy House, for this would be the first time that he would personally be able to welcome Elizabeth to his home, a place where he knew she belonged. The servants had outdone themselves in preparation for the evening and Darcy was anxious to make the best impression possible and leave Elizabeth with a pleasant memory that would dispose her more favourably toward him.
He handed Georgiana out of the carriage and ascended the stairs. As the Everards made their way up the steps, Darcy caught Elizabeth’s eye and bowed over her hand.
“Lady Elizabeth, welcome to my home.” He tucked her hand in the crook of his arm and escorted her into the house.
Chapter Twenty-eight
Darcy led Elizabeth into the drawing room to a seat beside Georgiana.
“May I bring you anything, Lady Elizabeth?”
“No, Mr. Darcy, thank you.” The remainder of the party entered the room and took up seats, chatting amiably about the performance until supper was announced a quarter of an hour later. When dinner was announced, Darcy again offered his arm to Elizabeth to escort her to the dining room. He had placed His Grace on his right as was proper, followed by Jane, Lord Matlock and Lady Matlock. Elizabeth was on his left then Bingley, Colonel Fitzwilliam, and Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner. Georgiana took her place opposite her brother as hostess; her smile was hesitant as she bade her guests to sit and signaled the footmen to begin serving. The atmosphere was relaxed and the food excellently prepared. Elizabeth was pleased to find several of her favourite dishes presented, surprised to find the meal simple rather than complicated by French concoctions. While she was taking a second serving of baked fish, Darcy addressed her.
“I hope that everything is to your liking, Lady Elizabeth.”
“Exceedingly so, Mr. Darcy. I could almost imagine that someone had been spying on me, for your staff has prepared many of my favourites.”
“Spying is unlikely, but anyone who observes you closely enough would eventually be able to determine your preferences.”
“Such as my preference for plain dishes as opposed to a ragout?”
“Precisely, though you specifically mentioned that to Mr. Hurst while at Netherfield.”
“Yes, and he was rather offended at my unrefined palate.”
“My own tastes are similar to yours, which is why I have always employed an English cook. Mrs. McGregor has been serving us hearty country food since I was a boy.”
“I thought you employed an English cook, Mr. Darcy.”
“I do.”
“Mrs. McGregor?”
“Married a Scotsman, but she is originally from Derbyshire. She has faithfully kept the Darcys well fed for over twenty years. Though I admit that we have a French bakery deliver some delicacies on occasion.”
“Do you have a sweet tooth, Mr. Darcy?”
“I admit to a preference for mille-feuille. Mrs. McGregor has staunchly refused to prepare something she cannot pronounce, forcing me to find alternative means of securing a morsel from time to time.”
“Do not let him fool you, Elizabeth,” Georgiana interrupted. “He would eat sweets for breakfast, lunch and dinner, were he allowed. If William did not ride and fence he would certainly burst a button on his breeches.” Georgiana immediately blanched when she realized the impropriety of her statement; her brother looked at her in astonishment, but Elizabeth began to laugh softly, dispelling the awkward moment.
“Let us be thankful then that Mr. Darcy is so diligent in his exercise and Mrs. McGregor is such a conscientious cook. I do not belive I have ever tasted mille-feuille.”
“Would you like to?” Darcy inquired. “For I believe you have quite the sweet tooth yourself, Lady Elizabeth.”
“What exactly is it?”
“Layers of puff pastry and pastry cream. I generally order it flavoured with orange.”
“And there is some of this delicacy currently in the house?”
“Yes.”
“Then I should be delighted to try it.”
“As you wish, Lady Elizabeth. Ralston, could you please inform Mrs. McGregor that we will require some mille-feuille?” The servant nodded and began to leave when Elizabeth interrupted him.
“Mr. Darcy! I can be patient and wait until after the meal is over.”
“But why should we wait, Lady Elizabeth?”
“I told you, Elizabeth!” Georgiana giggled.
“All good things come in their proper time, Mr. Darcy,” Elizabeth smilingly admonished. “The anticipation will make the reward of our patience that much sweeter.”
“And what will be the reward for my patience, Lady Elizabeth?” He looked at her pointedly and Elizabeth recognized they were no longer only discussing pastry.
“You will receive your just desserts, Mr. Darcy.”
“I can live with ‘just dessert’ for this evening, Lady Elizabth, if you will promise to sing for me tonight.” Elizabeth arched her eyebrow in thought.
“One song for a taste of mille-feuille? Is this a fair trade, Georgiana?”
“It is delicious, Elizabeth.”
“I will acquiese if you will promise to play a duet with me.” Georgiana hestiated for a moment, then straightening her shoulders, she nodded her acceptance.
“Excellent. Alright, Mr. Darcy, I shall sing.”
“A song of my choosing.”
“Perhaps, though that was not part of our original negotiation.”
“Lizzy,” His Grace interposed, “I would be pleased to hear you sing that Scottish air you were practicing yesterday.” Elizabeth turned toward her father; she had forgotten about his presence during her conversation with Darcy. She looked back to her host, who appeared unsettled by His Grace’s request.
“Your Grace,” Darcy began, well aware that the duke was gently reminding him of his promise to wait until the spring to begin a courtship of Elizabeth, “I’m certain that a Scottish air would be delightful.” His Grace nodded, inciting Elizabeth’s curiosity about the exchange.
“I do not have the sheet music, Papa.”
“My sister may have it, Lady Elizabeth,” Darcy replied. “You and she can look through the music when we return to the drawing room.” Darcy rose from his seat to signal the end of the meal and, due to the lateness of the hour, the gentlemen disposed of the customary time spent away from the ladies. The party made their way to the drawing room where Elizabeth and Georgiana immediately repaired to the pianoforte to make their musical selections.
Georgiana’s collection of music was quite extensive due to Darcy’s constant purchases for his sister and she quickly found the Scottish folk song, ‘The Rising of the Lark,’ placing the sheets on the instrument for Elizabeth’s performance. The others chose their seats and prepared themselves for the entertainment. Darcy chose a seat that gave him an unobstructed view of the performers. He could not take his eyes off of Elizabeth as she sat at the instrument and arranged her skirts about her. She softly touched the keys then, with a small smile toward Georgiana, she began. Darcy was enraptured to hear her again The chosen song was sweet and the melody simple, but it was over too quickly. Elizabeth stood to curtsey and Darcy interrupted the applause, saying,
“Lady Elizabeth, that was lovely. Can I induce you to sing another?”
“Was the arrangement not for one song, Mr. Darcy?” Her eyebrow rose in that endearing way, causing Darcy’s dimples to appear in a wide smile.
“This song would be entirely due to your benevolence, milady.”
“A clever trick, Mr. Darcy, for now I must acquiesce in order to preserve the reptuation of my ‘benevolence.’ Do you have a particular request, sir?”
“I know just the one, Elizabeth,” Georgiana responded, before her brother could. She quickly searched through the music and, finding her choice, sat at the instrument herself. “Do you know it?” she asked Elizabeth. Elizabeth examined the selection and a blush rose in her cheeks.
“Yes, Georgiana, I do, but…”
“Perfect! This is one of William’s favourites and my voice is too weak to sing it, so I generally only perform the accompaniment. Shall I play for you?” Elizabeth hesitated, then nodded her willingness.
As Georgiana played the opening bars of Mozart’s Voi che sapete, Elizabeth attempted to regain control of her emotions. The message of the piece was a rather passionate one and she doubted the appropriateness of the choice; Mr. Darcy had specifically requested she sing, but this particular song performed in front of both of their relations might imply more than she was willing to acknowledge at the moment. She had only begun to like Darcy and did not want to raise any false hopes in him, no matter how much more she had been favourably inclined toward him of late. However, at that moment, she lifted her eyes and was caught in the expression of his. Their gazes locked and she experienced a fluttering in her stomach that was not at all attributable to her conflicting emotions. His eyes bore an expression of such yearning that she simply could not deny him this small token. Squaring her shoulders, she inhaled deeply and allowed herself to sing the beautiful aria uninhibited.
Darcy was transfixed. He had been surprised by his sister’s choice for the lyrics are quite ardent in their description of the young Cherubino’s love for the Countess. And though the song was a personal favourite, he was not surprised by Elizabeth’s obvious reluctance. However, her eventual compliance caused his breath to catch in his throat. He could not prevent the yearning that entered his heart and was expressed through his gaze as she lifted her eyes to meet his. If only she were singing of her true feelings, he mused. He could also not prevent the wild imaginings that her song produced: escorting her to the opera as his wife, evenings spent at Pemberley with her singing for him, nights spent showing her his love. Her gaze remained fixed on him for the entirety of the song and a hope that he had not allowed himself to contemplate was kindled. He knew that he still had much to atone for and that his courting of her would be all that she deserved and more; but he truly, unfailingly believed for the first time that it was within his grasp. His resolve to try had rarely faltered, but at this moment, he was more confident of success; Elizabeth was softening toward him and he would do all in his power to turn that liking into a deep and abiding love, the kind of adoration that he felt for her.
Her song concluded and the applause woke Darcy from his reveries. Elizabeth reluctantly broke their look to acknowledge the others’ praise. Her heart was thumping in her chest and she felt flushed, but she could not find it in herself to regret her action. She had resolved to let her intuition guide her and at that moment it had encouraged her to give some assurance to Darcy that her previous feelings had indeed altered, that she bore him no ill will, and in fact, was amenable to his suit, should he so choose. She had not thought she was so close to a decision regarding this most intriguing and puzzling man, but she could no longer pretend that she wasn’t drawn to Darcy; there was something about him that roused her emotions. She had never been indifferent to him, not since their initial meeting when he had so carelessly dismissed her. This thought brought her up short and she glanced at him sharply. He caught the look and was troubled by the displeasure he saw. Unfortunately, he had no opportunity to question her for Lady Matlock was pressing Elizabeth and Georgiana to perform a duet.
Darcy didn’t understand what had caused her sudden ire. The prior moment had seemed so perfect, only to be quickly replaced by uncertainty again. He couldn’t allow another misunderstanding to mar their encouraging progression and devised a plan to have some private discourse with Elizabeth. At the conclusion of the duet, he boldly approached her with a plate of mille-feuille.
“Your reward, milady.” She rose from the bench and accepted the plate graciously, with a shy smile. Elizabeth’s ire had faded as quickly as it had arisen. She had promised herself to not dwell on their past negative interactions and was attempting to forget the entire episode, but Darcy’s own agenda was contrary to her philosophy and he steered her toward a settee slightly separated from the group.
“Lady Elizabeth, let me tell you how much I enjoyed your performance this evening. My sister chose one of my favourites; my mother sang it quite often for my father while they were alive. That song holds a tender place in my heart.” Elizabeth was touched by this heartfelt admission and was further ashamed of herself for her sudden indignation with Darcy. She was forestalled from answering when Darcy continued, “I feel though that you were not entirely happy after you concluded your song. If there is anything that I have done to offend you, I wish to apologize.” He looked at her so sincerely that her embarrassment increased.
“Mr. Darcy, you do not have to apologize for anything.” He waved her answer away with nod of his head.
“We both know that is not true. I have a great many things to apologize for, one of which your father brought to my attention the other day.” Elizabeth was curious and somewhat confused, not knowing of her father’s meeting with Mr. Darcy. “I did not know that you had overheard me the night of the Meryton Assembly. It was a very rude and thoughtless remark. I was in a foul mood and Bingley was prodding me relentlessly, which I know is not a valid excuse for such abominable behavior. I mistakenly appraised you that evening, to my detriment as we both know.” At this comment Darcy smiled ruefully and Elizabeth felt herself grin in response. “I’m exceedingly sorry for my comments that evening, Lady Elizabeth. Can you ever forgive me?”
“Mr. Darcy, are you a mind-reader?” Darcy was caught off guard by her question, though he recovered quickly.
“Not that I am aware of, madam.”
“Perhaps you are, for I must admit that I was reflecting on that very evening myself. However, I am trying to adhere to my own philosophy of only remembering the past as it gives me pleasure and that particular evening does not, so I suggest that we remember it no more.”
“I will gladly follow your advice once I secure your forgiveness.”
“Then you are forgiven.”
“Thank you. May I also request the honour of dancing with you at every ball or assembly at which we might both be in attendance, to make amends for my prior behavior?” Elizabeth’s musical laughter rang out at this outlandish request coming from the usually staid Mr. Darcy.
“That is a rather difficult promise to keep, Mr. Darcy.”
“Not at all, I assure you.”
“Just how will you accomplish this, Mr. Darcy? How will you anticipate our mutual presence at such events?”
“We gentlemen must have some secrets, Lady Elizabeth.” Elizabeth laughed again at his reference to their prior conversation.
“Touché, Mr. Darcy,” Elizabeth took a bite of the pastry she had been holding the past several minutes. “This is delicious, sir. May I inquire about the bakery you frequent?”
“You are avoiding the question, madam.” Elizabeth only smiled and took another bite of her dessert. Darcy sat back in his seat and folded his arms across his chest, patiently awaiting her answer. She was saved from responding by the interruption of Lord Matlock.
“Darcy, I ran into Newbury this evening. Apparently he is newly returned from Italy. I understand that his mother finally succumbed to her illness?”
Darcy cast a pointed look at Elizabeth, informing her that he would not forget their conversation, before turning to address his uncle.
“Yes, sir. She passed away a year ago, but Newbury stayed on the Continent to observe his mourning.”
“Newbury, you say?” inquired Mr. Gardiner. “Christopher Thurston, Earl of Newbury?” Darcy turned toward Mr. Gardiner in curiosity.
“Yes. Do you know him?” Mr. Gardiner hesitated, looking to his wife, before answering.
“I’m his godfather.” Darcy couldn’t hide his surprise.
“How is it that he never mentioned you? I have known Newbury since Eton and he has never talked about you, though he thought your name sounded familiar when I mentioned you and your nieces were my guests.”
“Thank you for your discretion, Mr. Darcy,” His Grace sardonically replied.
“I knew that you wished to avoid any unsolicited introductions, Your Grace. But had I known that Newbury was associated with Mr. Gardiner, I would have invited him to the box be renew your acquaintance.”
“Do not worry, Mr. Darcy,” Mr. Gardiner replied. “I have not seen Christopher since his christening.” The gentleman trailed off, further rousing the group’s curiosity.
“Edward,” Mrs. Gardiner prodded. “They are Christopher’s friends, they cannot be completely unaware of his family situation.”
“Indeed, Madeline, you are wise as always. Mr. Darcy, did you ever meet Lord Newbury’s parents?”
“I met his father a few times, but he died in a carriage accident when Newbury was only fourteen. His mother was always rather sickly; she never came to London and the few times I visited Mendon Manor she appeared only briefly for meals.” Mr. Gardiner nodded in agreement with Darcy’s statements.
“Walter, Lord Newbury’s father, was a friend of mine from Cambridge; we met at a chess club. I was several years younger than him and we were from very different social circles, but we forged a very strong relationship. After Walter graduated, we kept up a correspondence, and once I had ventured into business, we would meet up in London whenever he was visiting. He was married quite young in an arrangement with his cousin, Lady Beatrice Ravensdale.” Mr. Gardiner paused to consider the best choice of words to continue the narrative. “They were not a happy couple. Lady Newbury, as you noted, was always ill; she kept to her rooms mostly, refused to leave their estate, and after the birth of Christopher, ceased all communication with her husband. Walter spent a great deal of time in London and we saw each other often. He was exceedingly proud when his son and heir was born and asked me to be the godfather. At the christening, when Lady Newbury was made aware of my identity, she was appalled by the choice; I was not titled and did not have an estate, but it was too late to change anything. She demanded that Walter relinquish our friendship in exchange for a resumption of her marital duties and I understood his desire to have more children, so I encouraged his agreement to his wife’s stipulations. It was a difficult choice for Walter, I know, and I missed his friendship. He did make arrangements with his butlers and steward to write to me and keep me apprised of Christopher’s progress, but I have never truly met him. However, in his father’s will, there was a provision concerning the resumption of my godfather duties after Lady Newbury’s death. I suppose that I should call upon him.”
After Mr. Gardiner’s explanation, the silence of the room felt oppressive. Darcy was attempting to evaluate this new information regarding his friend. Newbury had never hinted about his parent’s sad marital state, but it explained more fully his friend’s cynicism regarding matrimony.
“Mr. Gardiner, would you like me to accompany you when you call on Newbury?”
“Thank you, Darcy, that would be very welcome indeed.”
“My pleasure. I believe that Newbury will be glad to make your acquaintance. He has always lamented the early loss of his father and your friendship and close association with his father would be a blessing to him, I’m certain.”
“Thank you. I wish there had been a different way to go about things, but the choices seemed so limited at the time. I understand that he is a very fine young man and I only hope that I can add some value to his life.”
“Of course you will, Edward, as you do to all who know you,” His Grace responded, “but I believe it is rather late and we really should be going. Jane, Elizabeth.” The ladies rose from their seats and extended their farewells. Georgiana and Darcy escorted the Everards to the front door.
“Oh, Elizabeth,” Georgiana exclaimed, “I had such a marvelous time. When shall I see you again?” Elizabeth was amused by the young girl’s enthusiasm; her shyness was certainly dissipating.
“Do you ever go for walks, Georgiana?”
“William and I walk constantly when at Pemberley.”
“Would you like to join me for a walk tomorrow if this fair weather holds? I generally try to go out each morning, but after such a late night perhaps sometime tomorrow afternoon would be better?”
“I have a music lesson in the afternoon, but we could go in the morning, if that is your preference. William generally walks most mornings as well, in Hyde Park; should we meet there?” Elizabeth looked at Darcy, remembering their walk in that particular park.
“Would ten o’clock be convenient for you, Mr. Darcy?”
“I would not miss it for the world, Lady Elizabeth.”
“That is an excellent idea, Lizzy,” His Grace intervened, “We shall see you tomorrow then, Mr. Darcy, Miss Darcy. Thank you for a wonderful evening.” His Grace directed a pointed look in Darcy’s direction who had the grace to appear slightly apologetic at this second reminder of his promise. Darcy found it very difficult to adhere to a promise of not courting Elizabeth when she was before him, but he would try to temper any overt attentions when His Grace was present. But only in His Grace’s presence, Darcy determined. What His Grace does not witness will not harm him and flirting with Elizabeth is too enjoyable to completely abandon the practice.
“It was my pleasure, Your Grace. Until tomorrow.” He bowed to the duke and Lady Jane, then looking intently at Elizabeth he said, “Georgiana and I will call for you at ten. I’ll count the hours until the morning.” He raised her hand to his lips and placed a light kiss on her gloved fingers, entirely forgetting his earlier resolve to limit such actions in the presence of her father, but the opportunity was too precious to pass up. Elizabeth blushed and softly responded,
“Mr. Darcy,” in barely more than a whisper, before turning to take her father’s arm and walking across the square to Everard House. Darcy watched until the party was enveloped in the darkness of Grosvenor Square before reentering his home and returning to his remaining guests.
Chapter Twenty-nine
Posted on Saturday, 4 August 2007
The next morning dawned bright and sunny and the Darcys and Bingley arrived at Everard House as the bells were ringing the ten o’clock hour. They entered the foyer and were greeted by His Grace who teased Darcy about his punctuality, causing the young man to blush only slightly. Jane and Elizabeth soon joined the group and, after donning their outerwear, they all set forth into the beautiful morning. During the walk to Hyde Park, the group was separated by gender, the men trailing behind the women. As they gained the wider main path of the park, Bingley strode forward and ensconced himself among the females; the girls had been discussing the merits of the previous night’s performance and Bingley began regaling them with stories of plays put on at Cambridge by his schoolfellows. His Grace and Darcy were content for the moment to listen to their chatter.
The park was not terribly busy at this morning hour, with mostly gentleman getting in a morning ride before attending to business matters. However, Darcy was a well-known figure and several acquaintances stopped him, necessitating introductions to His Grace and the Ladies Bennet. Darcy was loathe to introduce Elizabeth to any of the gentlemen that detained their group, especially considering several of the men’s openly admiring stares and obvious interest, but he was a gentleman and was obliged to be well-behaved, though his instinct was to whisk Elizabeth off to Gretna Green. Several of the men were good friends and Darcy knew he would be severely interrogated the next time he ventured into his club; he was certainly aware of the speculation and bets revolving around town concerning the Everards and now he would be considered a primary source of information.
Darcy sensed His Grace’s growing discomfort with the attention their party was garnering and at the next turn he called out to the forward group,
“Lady Elizabeth, are you not partial to wooded country lanes?” Elizabeth stopped and turned back in his direction, her eyebrow raised in amusement.
“I am, sir.”
“I believe that the turn ahead will take us on a lovely path very reminiscent of the Hertfordshire landscape. Would you like to lead us?”
“Though I do claim to be very fond of country lanes, I’m not at all familiar with the paths of London, sir. I would not want to get us all lost. I’m sure that you would be a much better guide, Mr. Darcy. Perhaps you should lead?”
“Of course.” He stepped forward and offered her his arm, his heart swelling when she took it without hesitation. Then turning to His Grace, he continued, “This path is not frequented by many; it is generally considered too sheltered and not at all conducive to being seen by acquaintances.”
“That sounds perfect, Darcy. Lead on,” His Grace replied, clapping Darcy on the shoulder and propelling him forward, forcing Darcy to relinquish Elizabeth’s arm; the two men led the party forward, veering off onto the suggested path. Elizabeth again noticed the interaction between her father and Mr. Darcy and was further intrigued, but Georgiana linked her arm through hers and began a discussion of Mozart, causing Elizabeth to abandon her thoughts of the relationship between her father and Mr. Darcy.
The party ambled along companionably for several moments when what sounded suspiciously like a feminine giggle drew the group’s attention to the side of the path. A gentleman was very improperly inclined toward a young woman as she leaned against a tree and giggled indecorously. He drew his finger along the side of her neck and Elizabeth and Jane both gasped just moments before their father’s voice rang out forcefully,
“Unhand my daughter immediately!” The gentleman drew back sharply at this demand and turned to face the approaching party. He blanched and took several retreating steps, but Darcy moved forward quickly and secured his arm in a crushing grip.
“Do not move, Wickham,” Darcy intoned menacingly. For the said gentleman was indeed Mr. Wickham and the young lady was none other than Lydia Bennet. Lydia was astonished to see her father and eldest sisters advance toward her and though she was at first tempted to laugh at the situation, her father’s glowering visage instantly forestalled her mirth.
Lydia’s restlessness at being housebound by her father’s various decrees had reached a boiling point the prior day when she was excluded from the theatre outing. She had decided to rebel and resolved to take a walk in the park that morning. If Lizzy can walk all over London without restraint, then I certainly should not be prevented, she had incorrectly deduced. She had risen before anyone else, frightened a poor young lad as she snuck out the kitchen door and almost ran to Hyde Park. She was disappointed to find the park almost deserted and could not fathom her older sister’s interest in walks if one didn’t meet anyone to flirt and converse with. Imagine her delight then when the handsome Mr. Wickham had approached her, offered her his arm and proposed that he escort her on her walk. She accepted with eagerness and they had wandered for a couple hours, continuously progressing toward the more secluded paths. They had finally found themselves on a very quiet trail where Wickham had begun to charmingly compliment her and ultimately pleaded to be allowed to kiss her. She had just conceded her willingness when her father had rudely interrupted her very romantic interlude. Initially, she had been rather put out to be disrupted, but to be caught was quite exciting hence her desire to laugh. But, her giddiness was quickly doused upon seeing her father’s countenance.
His Grace was positively livid! His lips were pressed into a thin, almost non-existent line. He clenched his hands to his sides in order to prevent both their trembling in fury and his desire to strangle the errant couple. He took several moments to compose himself and then addressed his wayward daughter, in a quiet, commanding tone,
“Lydia, return directly to the house with your sisters and begin packing for we will be leaving London immediately. I will return shortly once I have dealt with Mr. Wickham.” His eyes never strayed from Wickham’s face, creating anxiety in Elizabeth; she turned to her father attempting to address him, but he forestalled her, saying, “Not now, Lizzy, please. Darcy, Mr. Bingley, would you kindly escort the ladies back to Everard House?” Bingley nodded his acquiescence and motioned for the girls to precede him. Jane and Georgiana complied easily and Lydia only hesitated briefly before skirting around her father uneasily and following behind Jane. Elizabeth did not immediately obey and she turned pleading eyes toward Mr. Darcy. He returned her steady gaze and nodded faintly, to which she smiled wanly in relief before catching up to the group returning to Grosvenor Square. She cast one more glance at the remaining trio before she disappeared around a bend and was lost to Darcy’s gaze.
Darcy had never had any intention of leaving His Grace alone with a scoundrel like Wickham, but he was extremely gratified by the trust Elizabeth placed in him as she silently pled with him to stay with her father. Her trust in his ability to protect one of her most cherished relations sparked warmth in his heart and a glimmer of a smile played on his lips before his attention was called back to the present by the squirming of the man he held in a vice-like grip. Darcy’s hold only tightened with Wickham’s fidgeting causing Wickham to grimace in pain; Darcy inwardly smiled.
His Grace was still staring sternly at the villain, deciding upon a course of action. Darcy recognized both the duke’s anger and his indecision. As a father, the duke would be tempted to call the rouge out for his behavior, but Darcy knew that such a course could prove disastrous, to both His Grace’s life and reputation, not to mention the emotional pain inflicted upon his family and Darcy would not let anything harm Elizabeth’s well-being. He was as tempted as the duke to kill Wickham with his bare hands, but it would only escalate the situation; prudent, rational decisions must be made and Darcy had some knowledge at his disposal that he hoped would help persuade His Grace toward a right course. He gathered his thoughts and addressed the older gentleman.
“Your Grace, this man is absent from his regiment without authorization.”
“I know, Darcy,” His Grace interrupted, only now realizing that Darcy had stayed behind, for which he was both irritated and grateful. “He had approached my daughters shortly after our arrival in London and Lizzy warned me about him. My brother Gardiner and I had him inspected and Danvers informed us of his desertion from his regiment.” Darcy’s eyes widened at the mention of the familiar name.
“Mr. Danvers has informed me of the same, as well as the financial problems he is facing.” His Grace smiled in amusement.
“Do you know Danvers?”
“I have used his services before and his information has always proven to be extremely reliable, though I would not say I know Mr. Danvers well.” His Grace chuckled slightly, confusing Darcy.
“Danvers could have mentioned that you were also having Wickham investigated; it would have saved me some money. He was paid twice for the same undertaking, that rascal!” His Grace chuckled more, but his merriment soon subsided and he continued, “I will tell you about Danvers another time, Darcy. First I must deal with this person,” he stated while turning his attention back toward Wickham.
“Your Grace, might I suggest that we turn him over to the military authorities? My cousin is a Colonel and would know the proper punishments that should be imposed.”
His Grace struggled briefly between his righteous indignation as a father and Darcy’s more prudent suggestion, but reason won out and he nodded his agreement. He turned away and began walking toward the main path of the park. Darcy also turned to follow when his prisoner attempted to address him,
“Darcy, how dare you…” Darcy squeezed harder, causing Wickham to actually cry out in pain.
“How dare you, Wickham,” Darcy hissed, leading Wickham to follow the duke. “Do not tempt me today for I have every reason to throttle you right now, as you well know. And do not think for a minute that I will only leave you to the militia. There is also the little problem of your owing well over a thousand pounds to various merchants, not to mention your debts of honour left unpaid. I’m sure the debt collectors will be very grateful to see you as well.” Wickham paled visibly and faltered in his steps at this pronouncement, but Darcy was not induced to be compassionate. “You will finally receive your proper retribution for all the harm you have caused. God willing, you will not be able to injure anyone else and my family and those I care for will be shielded from you.” Some of Wickham’s bravado rose with this statement and he foolishly addressed his captor,
“Ah, yes. How is little Georgiana? Has she recovered from her folly and heartache? She was desperately in love with me, you know.” Darcy suppressed the rage he felt and stoically pressed forward along the path, but Wickham could not resist further taunting his boyhood friend. “And the lovely Bennet ladies! How fortunate for them that their precedence and wealth has raised them to the point where you will finally condescend to know them. How is the lovely Elizabeth? She was always my favourite and such a willing listener to all my tribulations by your hand. My, how she despised you! I could have had her, you know…” But Wickham was unable to finish his invective as Darcy punched him squarely in the jaw, causing him to drop to the ground, clutching his face in pain. Darcy could no longer control his anger.
“Be silent! Never mention my sister or Elizabeth’s name again or you will have far more to fear than debtor’s prison! Do I make myself clear?” Darcy towered over Wickham and the rouge realized too late that he had pushed his opponent too far; he nodded meekly and Darcy roughly pulled him to his feet. His Grace stood facing them at the intersection to the main path, having witnessed the violent exchange. Darcy practically dragged Wickham toward where the duke was waiting. When they reached him, His Grace patted Darcy on the shoulder and soothingly said,
“Let us get him to the authorities; the quicker the better I believe, for both our peace of mind.” Darcy smiled wanly toward the older man and the trio continued toward their destination, thankfully traveling in silence the remainder of the way.