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Chapter Thirty

Posted on Thursday, 23 August 2007

His Grace and Darcy returned to Everard House late in the afternoon. Wickham had put up no further resistance and was handed over to the authorities with a sigh of relief from his companions. His Grace and Darcy were then subjected to questioning regarding their apprehension of the deserter and the gentlemen also disclosed their knowledge of Wickham’s divers debts. Danvers was summoned and His Grace greeted him jovially upon his arrival. It was explained that he was an old school fellow of Mr. Gardiner’s and was actually a small investor in Mr. Gardiner’s business. Upon the Everards’ arrival in London, His Grace had closeted himself with Mr. Gardiner, concerned about the welfare of his daughters and Mr. Wickham’s audacity in particular; the gentlemen had discussed the various options of safeguarding the girls and Mr. Gardiner had suggested that His Grace procure Danvers’s services. Danvers was unashamed of his decision to charge both men for investigating Wickham, claiming that the discretion and confidentiality he assured his various clients would have been broken by refusing the other’s request. His Grace chuckled good-naturedly at this reasoning and the three revealed to the assorted law enforcement officials the various crimes of Wickham until they were finally released to return to their homes.

Darcy arrived at Everard House to find that his sister and friend had returned to Darcy House hours previously. All of the Bennet women were busy packing and arranging for departure early the next day and Darcy determined it would be rude to interrupt them. Finding no more reasons to linger, he shook hands with His Grace, who thanked him again for his help that afternoon, and returned to his own home, exceedingly disappointed to not see Elizabeth one last time. He recognized he would not see her again until the Season next spring and was crestfallen to not have had a chance for a private farewell. He had hoped that their last interaction before parting for the winter would have been one of happiness, not the sad and angry affair with her youngest sister. Fortunately, he had a stock of numerous memories to buoy him up through the long winter without her presence and that thought pervaded his mind as he entered the foyer of his home.

Two afternoons later found Darcy entering his club. He had seen his sister to the Gardiner’s that morning, where he was to join her later for dinner, before setting off to conduct some business. He had contemplated avoiding his club for the near future, but recognized that no matter when he at last entered the doors he would be relentlessly questioned; the London ton were unceasingly curious about the Everard Bennets and his encounters in Hyde Park two mornings ago -- Was it only two days ago that I last saw Elizabeth? he inwardly sighed -- would not be forgotten until his knowledge was exhausted by all of his acquaintance. He determined to get the worst of it over and shored up his forbearance as he entered the foyer of Brook’s. He was unfortunately not disappointed in his predictions, for he had not taken more than two steps into one of the main rooms when he was accosted by one of the gentleman that he had met in Hyde Park who was then quickly joined by others. Darcy fielded their questions expertly, though many of them were quite impertinent and a few so crude that Darcy had difficulty restraining from throttling the offenders. He kept his answers as vague as possible and was quite glad to impart the knowledge that the entire party had left London and would not return again until the spring. When his patience had reached its limits, he excused himself to keep his dinner engagement and gratefully entered his carriage that would take him to the Gardiner’s home.

Darcy entered the house on Gracechurch Street and took a deep, relaxing breath. He always felt a sense of calm descend upon him when he was here and was thankful for the friendship that he had developed with this family. He heard the sound of laughter coming from the sitting room that the family generally frequented and waved his hand to dismiss the servant, knowing the way quite well on his own. There appeared to be a very merry party gathered, larger than what he had expected, and he was initially anxious to possibly meet with strangers, but remembering his resolutions formed after Hunsford, he squared his shoulders and entered through the open door only to be arrested completely by the sight before him.

Elizabeth sat on a sofa, Ethan cradled in her lap, and the rest of the room’s occupants gathered around her as she told a story. She was even lovelier than he remembered for her face was flushed with the enthusiasm of her storytelling. His heart skipped a beat seeing the child in her lap and his thoughts drifted to hopes of a future with her as the mother of their son. He was enthralled by the picture she portrayed and he ached to make that picture a reality. His reverie was soon disrupted, as Ethan had discovered his arrival.

“Mr. Darcy!” the young boy exclaimed as he scrambled down from his aunt’s lap to run to the newcomer and wrap his chubby arms around Darcy’s calves. Darcy crouched down to the boy’s level to give him a handshake in welcome.

“Good evening, Master Ethan. How are you?”

“Cousin Lizzy is telling us the story of Hansel and Gretel,” he explained has he tugged Darcy’s hand to lead him to the sofa where Elizabeth was seated, “You have come for the best part for they have just reached the breadhouse!” Ethan reclaimed his seat on Elizabeth’s lap leaving Darcy the only option left in the room, which was a spot on the sofa directly beside her. He smiled shyly as he sat and she looked even more flushed than minutes previously.

“Good evening, Lady Elizabeth.”

“Mr. Darcy, how wonderful to see you again.”

“And you as well, for I did not expect to see you here this evening, being under the impression that you had left London.” He raised his eyebrows in curiosity, but before she could reply, Ethan begged for the continuation of the story. Elizabeth picked up the tale and Darcy took a moment to collect his thoughts and emotions. His eyes scanned the room to take in the other occupants. His sister and the other three Gardiner children were present eagerly listening to the story. Lady Jane, with Bingley close beside her, sat slightly separated from the group talking in hushed tones so as not to interrupt; Lady Agatha was seated beside Mrs. Gardiner and both ladies acknowledged him with a wide smile. As his eyes rested upon the last person present, he gave another small start of surprise. Lord Christopher Thurston, Earl of Newbury, was seated in an armchair by the fire; he gazed at Darcy for a moment with an unreadable expression, then winked and turned his full attention to Elizabeth. Darcy was disconcerted by his presence and his wink – it was the second time he had winked at him and Darcy could not decipher the meaning! Darcy’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his good humour was restored as he listened to Elizabeth’s musical voice.

She was a marvelous storyteller, changing her voice to suit the different characters and focusing her attention on her young audience, who were leaning forward in anticipation. Darcy relaxed further, shifting in his seat and causing his thigh to brush Elizabeth’s gently. She faltered slightly in her words, so Darcy repeated the action discreetly, and the colour rose higher in her face and neck though she did not lose her place again. He relished in her maidenly blush, but refrained from pushing her further and moved his leg back to its original position. She briefly turned her lovely eyes toward him, her lips pursed slightly in chastisement, but her reprimand was belied by the twinkle of amusement in her eyes. The story was soon over and the children, and Georgiana, enthusiastically applauded their approval.

“Oh, Elizabeth!” Georgiana exclaimed, “That was delightful. Little Ethan was not exaggerating when he praised your storytelling abilities. Was that not wonderful, William?” She turned to her brother for his support.

“Though I was only present for the second half, it was a thrilling rendition of the story. I was glad that such a surprise was awaiting me this evening.” Elizabeth opened her mouth to reply but was again preempted.

“Yes, Darcy,” Lord Newbury said, “I’m sure you were quite surprised by my presence here.” Darcy looked toward his old friend who continued blithely, “I had recognized the name Gardiner at the play the other night, remember? I searched through my father’s will and discovered that Mr. Gardiner is my godfather and so paid a call on him this morning. We had quite a nice chat and he offered to introduce me to his nieces who are staying with them for a se'nnight.” Newbury looked pointedly at Darcy, who had not missed the emphasis in his last statement, but before he could answer, Mr. Gardiner entered the room along with the servant to announce dinner. Lady Agatha claimed Newbury’s attention, so Darcy had the pleasure of escorting both Elizabeth and his sister into the dining room and he made no hesitation in placing himself between the two ladies for the duration of the meal.

Darcy’s curiosity was finally gratified when he garnered Elizabeth’s attention between courses and she explained her continued presence in London.

“Allow me to say, Lady Elizabeth, how pleasantly surprised I was to find you still in London. I understood the entire family to have left two days ago.”

“That was my father’s initial plan, Mr. Darcy,” she replied, “but Agatha reminded him that Jane and I had made some purchases that required our continued presence for fittings and such, so he allowed us to stay to complete our shopping. We will travel to Hertfordshire in a se'nnight.”

“And then on to Staffordshire?”

“Not right away. We will stay at Longbourn for a fortnight, to organize and pack up our various personal belongings that will be shipped to our new home. It will also allow us to visit and take our leave of the neighbours.”

“That will be a bittersweet task, will it not?” Elizabeth looked at him as he voiced this tender insight and smiled warmly. Why did he not show this side of his personality a year ago? she thought. How different might things have been if he had been charming and considerate instead of aloof and condescending? She brushed these thoughts from her mind to answer his question.

“I confess that it will indeed be bittersweet, Mr. Darcy. I have spent my entire life in Hertfordshire and Longbourn has been my home for almost one-and-twenty years. Though Grancourt is very beautiful and I understand the necessity of our removal there, I will miss the friends I have grown up with.”

“And all of your favourite paths,” Darcy teased. Elizabeth’s smile grew wider.

“Of course, for I am an excellent walker, Mr. Darcy, though I do say it myself.” Darcy chuckled softly at their interplay and Elizabeth’s attention was drawn away by a question from Lady Agatha. Darcy sat back in contentment and sipped his wine as he surveyed the scene. His gaze finally fell upon his friend Newbury, seated across from Elizabeth, whose intense, but unreadable, expression was fixed on Darcy’s face. Darcy recognized that he owed an explanation to his friend regarding his evasiveness at the theatre the other night and was afforded an opportunity when the ladies adjourned to the parlour and left the men to enjoy their brandies and cigars. Darcy stood and walked around the table, holding out his hand in greeting to his friend.

“Newbury, I am surprised to see you here this evening, but grateful for the chance to apologize about my equivocation at the play. His Grace was concerned about garnering unwanted attention, for he does not plan on introducing his daughters to society until the spring and at the time I was unaware that you were Mr. Gardiner’s godson; if I had known about that relationship, I would have introduced you, but Mr. Gardiner did not inform us of it until later at supper. Please forgive me if it appears that I deceived you.”

“Mr. Gardiner’s nieces, Darcy?” Newbury questioned.

“Well, it was an entirely true statement,” Darcy rejoined, bringing forth a reluctant laugh from Newbury.

“Indeed, Darcy. Entirely true and entirely misleading. But you are forgiven, though I thought that every deception was an abhorrence to you.”

“Ah, but I only asked to be forgiven if it appeared that I deceived for I did not actually deceive you as you have already concurred.” Newbury laughed more genuinely at this twist of words, which he could not actually find any fault with. He had missed his friend the years he had been forced to remain on the Continent escorting his mother.

“It is good to see you again, Darcy.”

“You as well, my friend. I’m glad that you have made Mr. Gardiner’s acquaintance. Once I knew of your relationship, I offered Mr. Gardiner my company when he called upon you, but it seems my help is unnecessary.”

“Yes, I told you the name ‘Gardiner’ was familiar and I went straight to my father’s papers, for I have been reading almost nothing since my return and I assumed that is where the name originated. I was correct and you can imagine my shock when I learned of my godfather’s identity; I had never heard his name spoken during either of my parent’s lifetimes. To satisfy my curiosity, I turned to my father’s journals and correspondence and became aware of the entire sad business. You know I have never been close to my mother or held her in any especial regard. I’ve always granted her the respect due to her as my mother, but I now understand what a truly cold and unfeeling woman she was.” Darcy nodded in sympathy and Newbury waved it away in acknowledgement. “I immediately resolved to introduce myself to Mr. Gardiner and called upon his place of business, that you had so thoughtfully supplied me the name of. We had a long chat about his friendship with my father and I’ll be very glad to further the acquaintance. But now you must inform me of your own association with him and, of course, his lovely nieces.”

“I met the Bennets last autumn while I stayed in Hertfordshire with Bingley. He had leased an estate not three miles from theirs and we were often in the same company. This was all before the inheritance of the dukedom, of course.”

“Of course. And you had no inkling that they were related to the Everard Bennets?”

“No one had any suspicion. Even as close as my parents were to the late duke and his wife, I had never heard of the connection until I read the announcement in the newspapers.”

“Well, I’ve heard of almost nothing else since my return. I will be quite popular now that I have met them myself.”

“Newbury, I was serious when I mentioned His Grace’s preference to keep his family away from any undue attention…”

“I have already been warned, Darcy, by Mr. Gardiner. Besides, I don’t believe I want to have Lady Elizabeth’s interest drawn away by any competition.” Darcy gave his friend a sharp look at this pronouncement, not at all comfortable with the turn in the conversation. Newbury returned his gaze blandly before continuing, “She is a beautiful woman, Darcy.”

“Indeed.”

“And very wealthy and connected.” Darcy’s eyes narrowed.

“Yes.”

“And of course charming and witty.”

“Yes.”

“And you are completely besotted with her.” Darcy’s eyes widened and he hesitated only a moment before replying,

“Yes, I am. I have been for almost a year now,” Darcy admitted before turning his gaze toward the windows opposite their seats.

“Then why are you not married to her?”

“Our acquaintance did not get off to the best of starts.”

“Meaning you were your usual taciturn, disagreeable self when you met and probably offended her.” Darcy’s colour rose, confirming Newbury’s assumption.

“Something like that.”

“She seems to have forgiven you.” Darcy released a pent-up sigh.

“Yes, but only just and I am still a far way off from gaining her affections.”

“Is that your goal?”

“It is my hope.”

“Hope alone will not be enough, you know. You will have fierce competition.” Darcy’s gaze returned to his friend, his eyes narrowed to slits, causing Newbury to laugh. “Not from me, Darcy! What do you take me for?” Darcy’s shoulders relaxed and he smiled somewhat sheepishly at his friend.

“I’m sorry, Newbury, but I saw your interest in her earlier, and that blasted wink you gave me was very disconcerting for I could not fathom its meaning. I know there will be unrelenting interest in her next spring and the thought of it makes me incredibly jealous, a feeling I don’t have much experience with.” Newbury clapped his friend on the back signaling his forgiveness of Darcy’s momentary lapse in judgment, but considering the cause and the lady, he was certain he would act similarly in the same circumstance.

“I must admit I’m a little jealous of you, Darcy. But your Lady Elizabeth is quite safe from me. Just tell me…will one of the other sisters do for me?” Darcy turned a skeptical eye toward his companion.

“I’m afraid not, Newbury. Lady Jane is quite spoken for, as I’m sure you have witnessed throughout the evening.”

“One could hardly miss it.”

“And the three younger girls are, well…not suitable.”

“Not suitable?”

“They are rather young,” came the diplomatic reply.

“Hmmph.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, but there you have it.”

“Well, at least I know where to place my money regarding the different wagers.” Darcy gave his friend a scolding look, which was entirely disregarded. “There will be many disappointed gentlemen and matrons come this spring.”

“Indeed.”

“I may have to start a wager of my own about you and your Lady Elizab…”

“Don’t even finish that sentence, Newbury.” The young earl laughed heartily at this threat and rose from his seat as Mr. Gardiner had finally suggested that they should all rejoin the ladies. Darcy hung back for a moment, but eager to be in Elizabeth’s company again, soon followed the retreating backs of the other men to the sitting room where Elizabeth and Georgiana were entertaining the group with duets on the pianoforte. He chose a chair close to the performers and relaxed into his seat to enjoy the music.

After a few songs, Elizabeth rose and left Georgiana in sole possession of the instrument. She glanced around the room and when her eye’s lit upon Darcy’s wide smile she was drawn to his side. She took the seat next to him and turned her attention back toward the pianoforte. Darcy leaned toward her, inhaled her perfume, and addressed her,

“You and my sister play very well together.”

“Your sister plays very well, I merely fudge my way through the difficult passages.”

“It was beautiful, Lady Elizabeth.” Colour rose in her cheeks and Darcy’s smile widened.

“Thank you,” she softly responded. The two sat in companionable silence through several more pieces before Georgiana relinquished her position and joined them.

“You play so exquisitely, Georgiana,” Elizabeth began, “you have quite shamed me for I have never taken the time to practice as you have and will therefore never become a true proficient.”

“Oh, Elizabeth, you have a wonderful sense of expression, you only need work on your fingering. And your voice is beautiful. I wish I could sing half as well as you. Doesn’t she sing beautifully, William?”

“She does. I have rarely heard anything that gives me more pleasure.” Elizabeth was embarrassed to find herself blushing again. Mr. Darcy’s words have caused me to blush more in the last week than in my entire previous life. Whatever is the matter with me? she pondered, but thankfully, Georgiana changed the subject.

“When shall you call for me tomorrow, Elizabeth?”

“Has your brother given his permission then?” Georgiana smiled ruefully at her brother’s confused expression.

“William,” she addressed her brother, “Elizabeth has issued another invitation to walk tomorrow morning.”

“I thought that since our first walk was so abruptly ended,” Elizabeth explained, “that we might renew the scheme before I left Town.” Darcy’s confusion turned to instant delight.

“Are all the original participants included in this invitation?” he queried.

“Well, as my father is most decidedly not in London, we shall have to find a suitable substitute, but otherwise I see no reason to alter the company’s composition. Perhaps Agatha would like to join us?”

Hearing her name mentioned, the lady rose and made her way over to the threesome. “Perhaps I would like to join you in what, Lizzy?”

“I have invited Mr. Darcy and Georgiana to accompany me on another walk tomorrow, but Papa is not here to escort us. Could you come, Agatha?” Lady Agatha shook her head.

“I’m sorry, my dear, but I promised Jane that I would help her tomorrow at the milliner’s. Remember those bonnets she was having adjusted?”

“Of course, I had forgotten.” Elizabeth pursed her lips.

“But, I’m sure that with Mr. Darcy escorting you both it would be perfectly safe. Perhaps if you walked in the little park near here?”

“You don’t think that Papa would mind? After what happened the other day?”

“I’m certain that your father is perfectly aware of your sense, Lizzy, and would not mind in the least you walking with your friends in a small, little known park.” Lady Agatha pointedly looked at Elizabeth, whose pensive expression was giving way to a smile. She turned to the Darcy siblings.

“Will that be acceptable to you Mr. Darcy?”

“Perfectly acceptable. What time shall we call for you?”

“Whatever time is convenient for the both of you.”

“Ten o’clock?”

“That’s sounds perfect, Mr. Darcy.”

“Perfect,” he replied as he looked at her warmly, “I look forward to it.” Elizabeth found herself blushing again, but only smiled and asked Georgiana about Mrs. Annesley. The party soon dispersed for the evening, two members hoping fervently that the weather would be fine and clear the next day.

Chapter Thirty-one

Posted on Wednesday, 10 October 2007

The inhabitants of London were blessed with a brightly shining sun the next morning and the Darcys were again prompt in their arrival to escort Elizabeth on a walk. Darcy was initially disappointed when he learned that the four Gardiner children and their nurse would accompany the group, for he feared it would diminish his chances of discourse with Elizabeth. He repressed his frown and was rewarded with his restraint upon arrival at the park when not only the children and their nurse, but also Georgiana, scampered off toward the pond to feed the ducks. This left him in the solitary company of his beloved, an opportunity he could have only hoped for and would not waste. He instinctively pulled her arm more snugly against him, bringer her closer to his side, and breathed a sigh of contentment.

Elizabeth could not deny she was affected by his proximity; her mind was distracted by the scent of his cologne and her heart began racing slightly. She knew she would have to engage him in conversation or else become entirely insensible, like her youngest sisters, which she was loathe to allow. Besides, she had a particular issue she needed to address with him, so she gathered her courage and began,

“Mr. Darcy, you must allow me to thank you for your help the other day. I know it was a very unpleasant encounter and I regret that it was my sister that forced you undergo such mortification as to have to interact with Mr. Wickham. But I truly appreciate the assistance you lent to my father; I was very concerned about his reaction to the situation and I believe that you helped him to remain calm enough to seek out a levelheaded resolution.” Darcy brought his free hand to hers resting on his arm and gave her fingers a gentle squeeze.

“You have no need to thank me, Lady Elizabeth. Knowing Wickham as well as I do, I had no intention of leaving your father in his presence unprotected. As to my mortification, there was truly none. If I had done as I should have years ago and exposed his true nature to the world, he would not have been free to impose on your sister.”

“But I understand your reason for not expounding on your past dealings with him; you would not want to hurt Georgiana.”

“I admit that was my main purpose, but I also confess that I am a very private man generally and I was embarrassed to expose my affairs to strangers. However, it was abominably prideful of me to not consider the danger he would pose to others and not do what I could to help prevent it. I could have mentioned his dissolute tendencies without specific reference to Georgiana.”

“That I suppose it true, but I can understand the concern of possibly saying too much that could have exposed her despite your intentions. You acted as you saw fit at the time in order to protect a beloved sister and no one can fault you for that.”

“You are very generous, but I fear I don’t warrant such praise.” Elizabeth halted their walk and turned to look at him with a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

“Mr. Darcy, you must learn to accept a compliment more graciously.” He grinned in response, thrilled to be the recipient of Elizabeth’s teasing.

“Your wish is my command, madam.”

“That is much better,” she commended, but her voice became more serious as she continued, “Truly, you have much to be proud of where Georgiana is concerned. I understand that you have been primarily responsible for raising her the last five years.”

“I share that responsibility with my cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam, and have also been aided by the Matlocks.”

“True, but she has spent the majority of her time in your company and as she is a gentle, kind, and very well-behaved young lady, you can take credit for much of her positive development.”

“I believe she has mostly inherited her sweet disposition from my mother.”

“Mr. Darcy!” Elizabeth admonished, “What did we just discuss about accepting compliments?” He chuckled at this rebuke.

“My sincere apologies, Lady Elizabeth. I will try harder to adhere to your wise counsel.”

“You had better practice then, for we both know you will not become a true proficient otherwise.” Darcy only smiled; he was constantly amazed at Elizabeth’s remembrance of past conversations and her ability to find humour in various situations. “Now, shall we try again, Mr. Darcy?”

“Certainly.”

“Thank you for the assistance you lent my father and for accompanying him to the proper authorities.”

“You are very welcome.”

“There, was that so hard?”

“Completely painless, madam. Especially as I have come to highly regard His Grace.” Elizabeth looked askance at her companion, her earlier curiosity roused by the subject.

“Yes, it appears that you and my father have developed a kind of friendship. I am curious as to when this came about for I thought you had not spent much time in each other’s company.” Darcy looked distinctly uncomfortable with the conversation. “Come now, Mr. Darcy, you had best confess.” He nodded his acknowledgment and led Elizabeth to a bench along the path where they both sat down.

“Your father invited me to lunch last Wednesday,” he explained.

“Indeed,” she responded, implying that such a short answer would be insufficient to diminish her curiosity.

“He noticed my attentions to you that afternoon at tea and wished to inquire about my intentions regarding you.” Elizabeth’s breath caught at this statement. “I told him about Hunsford,” he hesitantly revealed. Elizabeth’s eyes widened. Darcy was concerned about her reaction; he had expected her to be angry that he had revealed something personal without her permission so her silence was unexpected and unnerving. “Forgive me if I spoke out of turn, but…”

“No, do not apologize, Mr. Darcy. I should have confided in my father. He would certainly have been less surprised,” she wryly commented. They were silent for several minutes before Darcy had the courage to continue.

“You did not ask what my answer to your father’s question was.” Darcy realized that he had made a promise to the duke to not begin courting Elizabeth until the spring, but he did not want to face the long months ahead without some verbal understanding with her; not a proposal, it was too early for that, but some form of vocal reassurance would alleviate his lingering doubts. The lady stayed resolutely quiet and still for several more moments. She then boldly turned to face him.

“What was your answer, Mr. Darcy?” He gazed at her unwaveringly and in a firm voice replied,

“I asked his permission to formally court you in the spring.” She blinked once in response and asked,

“The spring?”

“Yes, he asked that I wait, for he desires to enjoy your company this winter without thought for the upcoming Season when you and your sister will be presented.”

“Yet, you have not waited.”

“I will not lie to you.” Elizabeth’s smile returned.

“You did not have to lie and if I remember correctly, you quite obviously challenged me to inquire further so that you would be forced to reveal your intentions.” Darcy couldn’t hide his own grin at this.

“True, but you did not have to rise to the challenge.”

“But, Mr. Darcy, you know that my courage always rises with every attempt to intimidate me.”

“I confess I was hoping you had not changed in that particular.” Elizabeth couldn’t repress a laugh at this rejoinder. Darcy’s grinned widened, revealing his devastating dimples. He gently took her hands between his own, committing to memory this simple intimacy. “Lady Elizabeth, I have wronged you in the past and you have graciously forgiven me. I know I do not deserve a second chance, but I plead for one nonetheless. Will you allow me to properly court you when you return to London in the spring? Will you allow me to show you all that is in my heart and to try to please a woman who is worthy of being pleased?”

Elizabeth could not look away from the intense gaze of the gentleman seated next to her, holding her hands so tenderly within his own. She had never felt as overwhelmed by her feelings as she did at that moment and felt that she would not refuse him anything if he were to ask it. As it was, he was asking for something which she had previously resolved to agree to, so her answer was easily given.

“Yes, Mr. Darcy,” she responded breathlessly, “You have my permission to court me.” He raised her hands to his lips and placed a soft kiss on the gloved palm of each before releasing them.

“Thank you. And may I also take this opportunity to solicit your hand for every supper dance at every ball during the upcoming Season?”

“Mr. Darcy! I believe that we have had this conversation. How are you to ever know which balls we will be mutually attending?”

“Quite easily, madam. I intend to have my sister beg you to correspond with her and she will keep me privy to all the balls you will be preparing for.”

“Mr. Darcy! That is quite devious of you. You know I will not refuse such a request of Georgiana’s.”

“I know.”

“But I may not divulge my schedule to her as readily as you assume.”

“I do not see a reason for you to disoblige. In any case, I have other sources of information.”

“Indeed. Lady Agatha is one I presume?” Darcy refused to acknowledge this possibility. “Well, as it seems I am outwitted for the time being, I will accept and will leave my supper dances open, but only until after the first set. If you have not confirmed your attendance once the last note of the first set fades, be warned that I will accept another offer. I cannot be left not dancing; that would appear as if I were slighted by other men.” Her eyebrows rose in challenge and Darcy brought his hand up to cover his eyes in remembered mortification. Her merry laughter reminded him that she had already forgiven him this trespass and he rolled his eyes at her as he stood and offered his arm. This response only increased her amusement and they gaily chatted of inconsequential things as they ambled toward the pond. The remainder of their time in the park was spent amusing the children; Darcy helped the Gardiner boys in their attempts to catch frogs and Elizabeth joined the girls in making chains from the last wildflowers of the summer.

The group returned to Gracechurch Street and the Darcys were invited to stay for the evening, which they immediately accepted; Bingley and Newbury joined them for dinner as well and a pleasant evening was had by all.

As Elizabeth, Jane and Agatha would be required at the modistes for almost the remainder of their time in London, it would be the last gathering of the friends for the foreseeable future. However, the day before their departure, the trio called at Darcy House to take their leave. Georgiana was disappointed to lose the company of her new friends so quickly and shed a few tears. Elizabeth embraced her gently and comforted her with the knowledge that they would meet again in March and in the meantime, she would have plenty to fill her time; her cousin’s wedding was fast approaching, as well as the Christmas season with all it’s attendant festivities. Georgiana pleaded with Elizabeth for a promise to correspond, causing Elizabeth to look pointedly at Mr. Darcy. His smile was knowing and Elizabeth felt the blush rise in her cheeks at their remembered conversation; she gave her promise to Georgiana with alacrity. Darcy and Bingley attended the ladies to the door and with eloquent expressions on both sides of their heartfelt joy at spending time with each other that autumn, the Everards returned to Gracechurch Street, to spend a final night before venturing to Hertfordshire the following morning.

Darcy watched the carriage drive away with a lingering warmth in his heart; he had Elizabeth’s acceptance of his suit and that would be enough, for now, to face the long winter of Derbyshire. Next year, I will have you beside me, Elizabeth! he silently promised himself as he turned and entered his home.

Chapter Thirty-two

Posted on Friday, 2 November 2007

The Bennets spent a fortnight at Longbourn. The majority of their time was spent gathering and packing those of their belongings that would travel with them to Staffordshire. However, Her Grace could not refuse the opportunity to flaunt her new status in front of her old neighbors. She visited and bragged to all of her old friends, who received her calls with generally well-disguised jealousy; no one in Meryton desired to offend such an illustrious personage, for even if she was rather ungracious, she was a peer of the realm. Her eldest daughters were greeted with more heartfelt welcome and there were many in the neighborhood that would truly miss Jane and Elizabeth with their permanent removal to Grancourt.

Elizabeth attempted to walk as often as she was allowed. Mr. Darcy had been quite correct that she would miss all her favourite walks and paths and she spent many hours traversing the familiar landscape of her childhood. But, she could not actually summon up too much regret when the family finally departed for the north; all those who were most dear to her from Meryton would be traveling with her, except for Charlotte, who was now firmly established in Kent. Elizabeth looked forward with anticipation to her future.

After arriving at Grancourt, the family settled into their new home rather easily. The house was large and well-staffed and very little was required of the ladies to keep it running efficiently. Lady Agatha immediately began instructing Her Grace in the roles she would be expected to assume and the manners she would be expected to display. The former Mrs. Bennet surprised her entire family with her ability to imitate Lady Agatha in almost every particular. True, she was still sometimes affected by her nerves and would never be the most informed woman, but her sensibility became less, especially when not in the company of her youngest daughter.

Lydia was in disgrace with her family, her parents in particular. Her father’s reasons were quite sound, considering the warnings he had given her and her willful disobedience of them. Her mother’s logic, though rather shallow, was still enough to create an imperturbable displeasure with her youngest daughter. Her Grace was quite vexed to have her stay in Town curtailed by Lydia’s actions, causing the mother to rant whenever the girl was in her presence. Lydia, unaccustomed as she was to being the source of her mother’s resentment, found herself avoiding her company; she was more often than not found alone in her rooms, sullenly reading a gothic novel or leafing through fashion publications. She joined the family at mealtimes, and though Jane and Elizabeth attempted to include her in the conversation, she generally pouted and tried to avoid her mother’s notice and retired to her rooms almost immediately after the end of the meal.

Jane and Elizabeth continued in their close relationship as well as their attentions to their sister Mary. Having so little to do with household matters, they devoted their time to improving their various accomplishments. Elizabeth and Mary practiced their music and each were becoming more proficient and Mary was rapidly improving her sense of expression. They read books of various subjects, except Fordyce’s sermons, and discussed them at length, finding joy in the opinions of the others and in the sisterly camaraderie that strengthened with each interaction. Kitty, being somewhat abandoned by her usual companion, found herself more in company with her older sisters. She was initially hesitant to include herself, for she did not often understand their conversations and felt inadequate in comparison, but their gentle encouragement, especially Jane’s, eventually persuaded her to join in. Elizabeth was quite surprised to discover Kitty had a wry sense of humour and, with more frequent exposure to literature and intelligent conversation, Kitty’s sense and disposition began to improve.

His Grace was often immersed in the business affairs of the dukedom, which were much more extensive and complicated than those of Longbourn’s. Of necessity, his habitual indolence diminished and he began to also spend more time in him family’s company. He was pleasantly surprised and gratified with the changes that were taking place among the women of his family and the evenings, which he had so often dreaded in Hertfordshire, were now anticipated with something akin to enjoyment and delight.

Thus passed the weeks before the Gardiners joined their relations for Christmas. They were welcomed effusively and were to stay some weeks in Staffordshire. The servants of Grancourt were pleased to have so many people present for the holidays. The late duke and his lady had often entertained and since Joshua Bennet’s death, and Lady Agatha’s mourning, the house had been too somber. The addition of four young children was especially delightful. The household staff outdid themselves in decorating the entire estate with all the trappings of the festive season. Skating and sledding parties were planned, nights were filled with charades and impromptu skits, and Lady Agatha revealed the presence of a very elaborate puppet theatre that entranced the young Gardiner children; Elizabeth, with the help of Kitty, composed several plays for them to perform and on Christmas Eve, the entire party held a spontaneous dance in the grand ballroom, with little Andrew and Lydia, who had recovered some of her high spirits, filling in as gentlemen while Mary and Lady Agatha took turns playing reels on the piano forte. As Mr. Gardiner read from the Gospel of Luke the account of the Saviour’s birth, a peace and contentment settled on the family; all understood the blessings that they had been given and they retired that night in the knowledge that those they cherished most were happy and safe.

Only a week was left in the Gardiner’s visit when it became necessary for His Grace to discuss with his youngest daughters plans for their immediate future. The family had gathered together in the music room following the evening meal and were about to take up their evening pursuits when His Grace loudly cleared his throat, gaining the attention of all in the room.

“We have had such a joyous Christmas and I’m indeed grateful for all of my dear family. I’m glad that we were all able to gather together for soon many of us will be separating…”

“Oh, my dear,” Her Grace interrupted, “we will truly miss the Gardiners once they have returned to London.”

“Yes, that is true, but they are not the only ones who will be departing.”

“Are we also returning to Town?” asked his wife and, turning an icy glare toward her youngest daughter, continued, “For our last visit was shortened so abruptly that I didn’t complete everything that I had hoped to.”

“No, my dear, we will not be returning to Town until the spring, as originally planned. I speak of our daughters leaving us.” A thoroughly confused expression appeared on Her Grace’s countenance.

“Whatever are you talking of? Why are our daughters leaving us?”

“Not all of them. Jane and Elizabeth will stay here until their presentation this spring.”

“But what of Mary and Kitty and Lydia?”

“I have decided that they will attend school to finish their educations.” A silence ensued, stunned silence on behalf of those without prior knowledge of this information. Then the reactions of the family could easily be predicted. For all of Her Grace’s newfound decorum, this revelation could not be responded to with anything approaching civility.

“Finish their educations?! There is no cause for that for I have taught them everything they need to know. They have all been in society for years now and know everything they need to in order to capture a wealthy husband. What can a school teach them that their mother cannot?”

“Your Grace,” soothed Lady Agatha, “I know that all the girls have been out in Meryton society, but that cannot be the case in London. It is just not done to have all the younger sisters out before the older ones are married. Besides, we will have enough to do presenting both Jane and Elizabeth to the ton; we cannot possibly hope to do everything adequately and give each girl her proper due if we have to make plans for five at once.” Her Grace listened to this advice with her newly gained sense and at once saw the wisdom; she also realized that this would give her the opportunity of presenting the other girls over the next several years which would keep the focus on her daughters for a prolonged period of time.

“As you say, Lady Agatha,” Her Grace replied. A silent sigh of relief was released by several in the room at the duchess’ acquiesce. “What school will they be attending?”

“Mary will spend a year at a school near London which is known for its musical education,” His Grace explained, “the Gardiners have graciously agreed to take her when they return to Town. Kitty and Lydia will both attend schools here in the north. Kitty will go to Mrs. Pixton’s Finishing Academy and Lydia has been accepted into The Middleton School for Girls here in Staffordshire. They are all expected just after the first of the year. I will escort Kitty and Lydia and see them settled in and then I will return here until we go to London for the Season.”

“So we’ll be going to London as well?” Lydia excitedly queried. Her father directed a stern look in her direction before addressing her question.

“Absolutely not! Until you have proven that you can spend your time productively and learn some propriety, you will not step a foot even within ten miles of London. You could have seriously compromised the reputation of your family with your behavior. Middleton’s is very well known for its strictness and, until I have heard excellent reports of your improved behavior, you will remain there. You will be allowed to visit the family here during the summer and at the holidays, but I expect you to apply yourself diligently.” Lydia huffed and stomped out of the room. His Grace sighed resignedly and turned to his other younger daughters. “Well Mary, Kitty, what have you girls to say?”

“I’ll be grateful for the opportunity to improve myself, Father,” Mary replied with proper solemnity, for she had not shed all of her seriousness despite the increased time she was spending with her elder sisters. His Grace turned to his youngest but one.

“And you, Kitty?” Kitty looked almost as confused as her mother had initially, but she happened to glance toward Jane and Elizabeth, both with encouraging smiles lighting their faces, that she found herself shyly replying,

“I will miss you all, but I’ll also be grateful to learn more and see if I can make you proud, Papa” His Grace could not help but smile at this response and, in an unusual show of affection, he approached Kitty, leaned toward her and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

“You’re a good girl, Kitty. Take this time to expand your mind and increase your accomplishments and I’m certain you will make me very proud.” Kitty blushed at this show of fatherly esteem, unaccustomed as she was to being the center of anyone’s attention, particularly her father’s. “I believe that you ladies have much packing and preparing to do for we will leave at the end of the week.” Turning toward his wife, he continued, “My dear, I believe that you and Agatha purchased several gowns for the girls that the will need to take but they are only allowed two trunks each so be sure to pack wisely. I have some business to attend to which I would like your opinion on, Edward, if you would?” His brother-in-law assented and the men retreated to the duke’s study.

Her Grace rose immediately and called for Mary and Kitty to accompany her so that they could begin packing and planning for the girls’ departure; Mary and Kitty followed obediently. Lady Agatha turned toward the remaining women and smiled indulgently.

“Well, that went far better than I expected it would,” she began, “especially when we initially agreed on the scheme several months ago.” Elizabeth laughed merrily.

“Indeed, Agatha. Mama was quite easily persuaded that their schooling is for the best. I cannot comprehend how you have produced such a change in her.”

“Oh, Lizzy, I have not produced this change.”

“Don’t be so humble. You have spent so many hours with her and your good influence has undoubtedly rubbed off on her.”

“Indeed, Agatha,” Mrs. Gardiner responded, “you have truly helped Fanny and we are all extremely grateful. Now if only you could work some of your magic on Lydia.” Elizabeth could only laugh again and replied,

“It will take much more than magic I’m afraid, Aunt. I believe it will take a miracle!”

“Now, Lizzy, that is not kind,” Jane gently admonished, quelling Elizabeth’s amusement.

“You are right as always, Jane, but I do worry about Lydia. I know that she is very young still and I hope that her schooling will help her overcome her more pernicious weaknesses; but I’m afraid that most of her character is so decidedly fixed through the indulgence and indolence she has been raised under that we will not see a marked improvement and she will continue to make unwise decisions.” The ladies could not deny this possibility, but Jane’s goodness soon prevailed.

“Then let us hope, Lizzy, that she will apply herself over the next several years and surprise us all.” Elizabeth smiled at Jane fondly.

“That is excellent advice as always, Jane, and I will apply myself just as diligently and promise not to make a prejudiced judgment until Lydia has been given a chance to redeem her character.”

“That is sound, Lizzy,” Lady Agatha said, “for we all know what can happen when one is prejudiced and doesn’t see the true character of a man.” She looked pointedly at Elizabeth at the conclusion of this statement, causing Elizabeth to blush profusely.

“Agatha, I have already apologized, to the man himself, as you very well know.”

“I know, Lizzy, and you appeared to have developed a friendship,” her ladyship hinted, causing Elizabeth’s blush to increase.

“Yes, we have become friends…”

“Indeed. Your reaction appears to be a little severe considering is he is a friend. Can your face turn any redder do you think? Shall I continue to tease you?” Elizabeth laughed gaily and replied,

“I know what you are doing, Agatha, and will keep you in suspense no longer. Yes, Mr. Darcy and I have become friends and I have agreed to let him call on me when we return to London.”

“Call on you? For what purpose?”

“I’m certain I do not need to elaborate.”

“But I would have you do so anyway, for I cannot help but tease you and as I’m sure you have put William through much worse torment, it is only fitting that I should help to even the balance somewhat.” Lady Agatha and Elizabeth exchanged smiles.

“Very well, Agatha. You shall hear it all.” Elizabeth proceeded to tell them of all her recent dealings with Mr. Darcy, including their conversation the night of the theatre outing where he apologized for his initial slight as well as their walk in the park when he asked to formally court her and reserved all her supper dances for any ball they would both be present at.

“Well done, William,” Lady Agatha exclaimed. “What a clever young man he is to have secured your company at so many upcoming dinners next Season. And how is he to be certain that he is in attendance at all the same balls as yourself?”

“He is using dear Georgiana.”

“Brilliant. You, of course, would not deny to inform Georgiana of your plans and I’m sure she is eager to help her beloved brother by relaying such information to him. It is practically foolproof.”

“I agree that it is a very clever plan, but I have warned him that I will only reserve the dances if he is present before the first set ends. You know how much he enjoys a ball, so now he will have to attend from the beginning through supper at least, in order to achieve his scheme.” The ladies all laughed at Elizabeth’s gentle torture of Mr. Darcy.

“Well, Lizzy, I believe you quoted Shakespeare perfectly,” Lady Agatha said. Elizabeth looked at her in puzzlement. “You are both ‘too wise to woo peaceably.’ I believe that it will be a very entertaining courtship.”

“And you owe Lady Agatha two pairs of gloves, Lizzy,” Jane reminded the women. The ladies laughed and, after another hour in genial conversation, retired to their rooms for the night.

The last week of the Gardiners’ visit passed along pleasantly in the same manner as prior to Christmas; only Lydia, who returned to sulking in her room, did not share in the happy family atmosphere. At the end of the week, two carriages departed Grancourt. The first headed south, toward London, carrying the Gardiners and Mary, who would be deposited at her school before the family continued on to their home at Gracechurch Street. The second carriage was occupied by His Grace and his two youngest daughters. He first traveled to Middleton School for Girls, which was only twenty-five miles from Grancourt, and the new home of Lydia. Lydia remained completely silent on the journey and refused to meet her father’s eyes; she reluctantly descended from the carriage when they arrived and stood with arms crossed over her chest as she was introduced to the headmistress, Mrs. Graham.

“Welcome, Lady Lydia, to Middleton School for Girls. Your father has written to me about you and I’m sure we will have much for you to learn here. Follow me and I will show you to your rooms. Your trunks will be brought up shortly so you may change and we will have tea in one hour, which are required to attend. There are no allowances or valid excuses for failure to appear or late arrivals. We are very strict here, so obey the rules and you will do well; disobedience will be promptly reported to your father. Do you understand, Lady Lydia?” Lydia at first refused to acknowledge the headmistress, but her father pressed her shoulder with a stern squeeze and she unwillingly acceded. Before her father departed, he looked at her earnestly and entreated,

“You have disappointed me, Lydia, but I am willing to give you this chance to redeem yourself. Mrs. Graham will be corresponding with me regularly during your stay here. If I do not hear good reports I will be forced to adopt even stronger measures to improve your behavior. I do not want this to happen. I hope you use this time to your advantage, to improve your mind and character so that you can become the young lady that you need to and that I know you can. In a few years, if you have done all that is asked of you, you will have your Season in Town and will be the belle of the ball, I’m certain; however, if you are not obedient then you will remain at home, there will be no parties or assemblies. Do I make myself clear?” Lydia looked mutinously at her father for a moment, but recognizing the seriousness of his declaration, she relented and nodded her head in agreement. He gave her a kiss on the forehead, gently squeezed her shoulder and turned to leave as she sullenly followed her new headmistress up to her new rooms.

His Grace returned to the carriage and the remaining part of his journey to transport Kitty to her new school. Mrs. Pixton’s Finishing Academy was a day’s journey away from Grancourt, in the neighboring county of Derbyshire; father and daughter spent one night at a comfortable inn before arriving mid-morning the following day. Mrs. Pixton was a gentle, sweet woman, whose school was known for turning out demure and accomplished young women. She greeted Kitty, or Lady Catherine, with friendliness and introduced her to a young woman named Agnes Beauchamp, who would escort Kitty to her room and help her become acquainted with her new surroundings; it was a friendship that would last throughout the girls’ lives. Kitty impulsively hugged her father when they said their goodbyes, promising to be good, and then linked arms with Agnes to make her way to her room. His Grace was surprised by the moistness in his eyes as he watched his daughter depart, but quickly collected himself, bowed to Mrs. Pixton and returned to his coach and finally Grancourt.

Chapter Thirty-three

Posted on Thursday, 27 December 2007

The Darcys and Bingley remained in London and were saddened to see the Everard party depart for the north. They had become happily accustomed to seeing their ladies frequently and to know now that they would be separated until the spring brought gloom. However, the continued presence of the Gardiners until their own journey to Grancourt helped to lift the despondency. The intimacy between Darcy House and the home on Gracechurch Street continued to strengthen; the Matlocks also dined several more times with the Gardiners and their admiration for the fashionable and friendly couple increased with each interaction. Lady Matlock even invited Mrs. Gardiner to several ladies’ gatherings and the matrons and hostesses of the ton also approved of her, especially when they discovered she was aunt to the still relatively unknown Bennet ladies. She survived their cordial interrogations graciously without revealing much concerning her esteemed nieces, which only increased the women’s approbation.

When the Gardiners departed for Staffordshire, there was not much time for the Darcys and Bingley to become downcast; the Advent Season was fast approaching. Bingley would travel with the Hursts and Miss Bingley to visit relatives in Lincolnshire. He would be gone for six weeks and then he was to visit a school friend until the start of the Season. The Darcys’ time would be filled with family events, particularly the upcoming marriage of their cousin.

The marriage between Lord Amherst and Lady Frederica Sutton was to be a very elaborate society affair. Lady Matlock was an eminent hostess and most of London’s elite would be invited, as they expected. But there was not only the actual wedding to consider. Several engagement balls and soirées had also been planned in honour of the couple, hosted by both Lady Matlock’s and Lady Frederica’s friends and associates. As close family members, the Darcys were required to attend, though the siblings preferred to avoid such grand social situations. However, their recent time spent with the Gardiners and particularly with Elizabeth, had softened their reserve. The members of London society were amazed and thrilled with the change in the Darcys’ demeanor, particularly in the young, handsome Darcy heir. The matrons of society had long set their caps at him on behalf of their daughters and his new amiability further instilled in them the belief that he was the most eligible bachelor on the market and many believed that the marriage of his older cousin would induce him to choose a wife as well. However, despite their endeavors, he only remained polite and never singled out a young woman. There were whispers about his intimacy with the Everards, as witnessed by their attendance at the theatre with him and circulating reports that the Matlocks had met them and approved. The knowledge that the eldest Bennet ladies were beautiful and charming irritated these esteemed ladies tremendously and they redoubled their efforts to win the heart of the dashing and rich Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy.

Darcy was as embarrassed and frustrated with these machinations as previously, but he had learned how to better disguise his aggravation; Elizabeth had corrected him and he had taken the lesson to heart. He was careful not to encourage anyone’s particular attention, but he was less taciturn in general and, when among his family and close friends, he smiled and laughed often. The change truly was remarkable and no one was more intrigued, but also angered, by the change than Lady Frederica. Her desire to win Darcy had never completely abated and to see him now improved in manners and more handsome than ever could only incite further ire in her for she correctly surmised that the change was due to one Lady Elizabeth Bennet. However, at this time, there was very little that she could actually do; she would have to bide her time until a proper revenge against her rival could be accomplished. For now, she smiled at her fiancé and prepared for her nuptials.

The wedding was scheduled for the Saturday before Christmas. The Darcys arrived at the church and were awed by the beauty that Lady Matlock had created with the flowers and decorations. Over five hundred guests were expected for the ceremony and the wedding ball to follow. The siblings made their way toward the front of the church to sit with their family members. Colonel Fitzwilliam was standing up with his brother as best man and the Matlocks were already seated next to Lady Catherine de Bourgh and her daughter, Anne. Lady Catherine had arrived in London the previous Saturday, but had refused to speak to her nephew beyond the slightest required civilities. She had still not forgiven him for his behaviour toward her in the summer when he had threatened to have her removed from Pemberley; however, her brother, Lord Matlock, had summoned her into his study upon her arrival in Town and extracted a promise that she would not cause any scenes during his son’s nuptial celebrations. She agreed for she was nothing if not a model of decorum and proper behaviour, unlike her ungrateful nephew. Lord Matlock was satisfied with the surly concession for now and only hoped that the tentative truce would last through Lady Catherine’s stay in London.

The organ began to play the wedding processional and all turned toward the rear of the church where the bride appeared on the arm of her proud father. Lady Frederica was a stunning bride, shimmering in a white satin dress and resplendent in pearl and diamond jewels. The ceremony proceeded without incident and the hundreds of guests boarded carriages to the Matlock townhouse to partake of a wedding supper and ball. Darcy had promised Lady Matlock that he would not remain in the shadows during the ball, but he could not single out anyone, so he asked his sister for the first dance of the evening. Georgiana was nervous to dance in front of such a large gathering, even with such a partner as her beloved brother, but she summoned all her bravery by envisioning Elizabeth’s encouraging smile and allowed her brother to lead her to the dance floor. She danced the next sets with her cousins and uncle and then was allowed to sit down, for she was not officially out. Darcy did not fare as well; he danced the second set with his aunt, but knew after that he would be forced to ask women not of his family party. But first, he must dance with the bride

Darcy, of course, was not unaware of Lady Frederica’s hope the prior Season of becoming the next Mistress of Pemberley. He had done nothing to encourage this presumption, but understood that she had been severely disappointed nevertheless. He had been surprised when Amherst had begun courting her for they, along with Colonel Fitzwilliam, had discussed her pursuit of Darcy and had been sympathetic, but also amused. That she had accepted his cousin’s eventual proposal did not surprise Darcy for it was a very eligible match, but he was concerned about the future happiness of his cousin. They were not as close as Darcy and the Colonel, but had always gotten along together well. Darcy was afraid that Lady Frederica would bring misery to Amherst; she was beautiful, wealthy and well-connected, but she was cold and calculating. However, she must be danced with for she was his new cousin. As she finished dancing with Colonel Fitzwilliam, Darcy approached her and asked for the next dance. She smiled brilliantly at him and accepted. He led her to the set and braced himself for the half-hour in her company. They had been dancing for several minutes when she addressed him,

“Well, Darcy, what shall we talk of?” The reply was so reminiscent of Elizabeth’s pert conversation at the ball at Netherfield that Darcy could not suppress a smile; Lady Frederica incorrectly believed the smile was meant for her.

“It was a beautiful wedding, madam. You must be very happy to have married my cousin.” Lady Frederica’s smile faltered at this reply.

“Of course. Amherst is everything a woman could hope for in a husband.”

“I hope that you will be very happy together. You and my aunt did a beautiful job planning.” Lady Frederica graciously demurred and Darcy continued to lead the conversation through more innocuous and inane topics until the dance was over and he returned Lady Frederica to her new husband.

“Thank you, Darcy,” Amherst began, “for taking such excellent care of my wife.”

“You’re welcome, Amherst, and congratulations again.” Darcy turned to walk away leaving a very vexed bride. Lady Frederica was not happy; she had hoped to steer the conversation in a different direction, but Darcy had almost monopolized the course of their talk leaving her no choice but to follow his lead. She would have to wait for a more opportune time to bring up his silly infatuation with Lady Elizabeth Bennet.

Darcy danced almost all of the remaining dances during the evening, asking as many married ladies of his friends and acquaintances as possible to preclude raising any hopes among the unmarried young women of the ton. He and his sister were some of the last to leave and Lady Matlock embraced them both as they departed for their carriage.

The newlyweds were deferring their wedding trip until the summer and would remain in London for the foreseeable future. The members of the ton soon began paying calls on the new couple. It quickly became apparent that the affection in the marriage was all on the Viscount’s side; Lady Frederica was never improper, for she had been taught well, but she practically ignored her husband when in company while he continuously courted her attention. This was not so unusual a circumstance in these circles of society, but it was still whispered about and a few bets were already being placed in the gentlemen’s clubs regarding the timing of when Amherst would take on a mistress to provide the affection that was obviously lacking in his marriage. Lord and Lady Matlock watched these developments with increasing worry for their son’s future happiness, but as the marriage was sanctioned and consummated, there was little they could do.

Darcy and Georgiana spent most evenings with their Matlock relations to celebrate the Christmas holiday. Generally they would enjoy such time, but there was an underlying tension among the family since Lady Frederica had permanently joined them that permeated everyone’s interactions. The Darcys could not but see the imbalance of affection between their cousin and his new wife and there were even several very uncomfortable instances when Lady Frederica practically flirted with Darcy. She would sit too close to him, speak too intimately, and laugh too loudly at his occasional jests; she was often worse than Miss Bingley at her most audacious. All this Darcy bore with extraordinary equanimity, but one evening she pushed him too far. They were sitting in the drawing room following dinner on Christmas Day. The family had attended church and enjoyed a pleasant day trading gifts and laughter. A delicious meal had been consumed and Georgiana had consented to play carols on the pianoforte. Darcy had sat on the sofa nearest the instrument to better view his sister as she performed and was pleasantly reflecting on the happiness he had experienced the last several months when his new cousin sat down next to him. Lady Frederica was sitting so close that her thigh brushed along his and he attempted to move away but was prevented by the arm of the sofa; he silently cursed his lack of foresight in choosing the sofa instead of a chair. She placed her hand on his forearm and leaned into him to whisper, ostensibly to avoid disturbing Georgiana as she performed, but in actuality to assume an air of intimacy. Darcy instinctually leaned away, but was forced to listen to her as she addressed him.

“Your sister plays beautifully, Darcy; it is obvious that you have provided the best masters to teach her.”

“She practices very diligently; she has a natural talent that, as a brother, I could not but help encourage by providing her what she would need.”

“I’m certain you’re a very generous brother.” Darcy merely nodded his head and fixed his attention on his sister hoping to avoid further conversation, but Lady Frederica would not be thwarted this time. “It is a shame that other young ladies do not pursue their education as diligently as your sister appears to. I understand that the Bennet ladies neither play nor draw; that shows a shocking lack of attention to what accomplished ladies should be taught. Though, it really comes as no surprise considering they were raised in the country and with no expectations of being introduced to superior society.” Darcy would have preferred to ignore the woman, but he could never let a slander against Elizabeth remain unchallenged; but, he hoped to keep his temper in check while refuting her.

“I had thought you to be better informed, Madam.” Lady Frederica looked momentarily confused, but her eyes narrowed as she replied,

“I attended one of the best finishing schools, Darcy. My father was very attentive. He knew what would be required of a lady in my position.”

“I’m certain your father was as attentive as you say. I was merely surprised that you were not more aware of the Bennet ladies’ accomplishments. Two of the Bennet sisters play; Lady Elizabeth is especially talented. I’m sure I’ve not heard anything that brings me more pleasure than to hear her sing or my sister play; it is particularly lovely when they perform together. And, I believe that the two youngest sisters both draw. I’ve seen several of their sketches while visiting their relations. So, now you are better informed. I guess I should not have been surprised by your lack of knowledge,” here Darcy paused and looked directly at Lady Frederica before continuing in a soft, but stern tone, “for since you are a happily married woman, you have no need to keep up with the young ladies of society who are no longer your rivals. I’m sure it doesn’t affect you at all that the Bennet ladies will be the talk of the upcoming Season; you will be focused on your own home and husband and will have no time to gossip about the Bennets, isn’t that right?” Lady Frederica blinked at the veiled threat in Darcy’s words and could only nod silently in response. He maintained eye contact with her for a moment longer, ensuring that his warning was clear, then rose and joined his sister at the instrument. The Darcys departed soon after the exchange, leaving behind a fuming, but wary Lady Frederica.

Posted on 2008-07-09

The Darcy siblings departed for Pemberley a few days after the confrontational exchange between Darcy and Lady Frederica. They both welcomed the change in scenery and the return to their ancestral home. Both brother and sister felt their most comfortable at Pemberley. It was here, at their beloved estate, they were at their least inhibited and the autumn spent in London among their new friends had brought even more tranquility to their lives. Darcy was especially pleased to know that, even though he would not see Elizabeth for several months, she was only thirty miles away in the neighbouring county.

Elizabeth was an excellent correspondent and Georgiana received almost weekly missives from her friend. The letters were full of the activities and antics of the Bennets, written in such a sweet, witty style that the Darcy siblings found hours of delight reading and rereading them during the evening hours in Derbyshire. The servants were quietly amused by the anxious excitement that attended Darcy and Georgiana with the arrival of each post; when a letter from Lady Elizabeth Bennett was placed on the letter salver, the servants knew that a happy mood would infuse the household. Darcy attempted to restrain his impatience and always allowed Georgiana to read her letter privately first, to ensure that there were no confidences to be kept secret; it was a rare occurrence and most times, after thoroughly enjoying Elizabeth’s letter, and somewhat purposefully prolonging her dear brother’s suspense, she would simply hand the sheets of paper over to him for his own perusal. Darcy would linger over Elizabeth’s words and received a small jolt of extreme pleasure any time she would mention him, whether specifically or indirectly.

The Darcys were highly entertained by Elizabeth’s account of the duke’s announcement informing his family of the younger girls’ upcoming schooling. Darcy was silently thankful that the duke had been convinced of the impropriety his youngest daughters often displayed and had taken measures to help them overcome their faults before presenting them to society. He knew that Ladies Jane and Elizabeth would be much better received by the ton without the unseemly behavior of their sisters to distract from their own charms and accomplishments; they may be the daughters of a duke, but London society loved nothing more than to see those above them brought down by scandal, and the lack of decorum would be excellent fodder to ridicule what most societal matrons would consider as their own daughters’ fiercest rivals.

Darcy himself was worried about the upcoming competition as well. Though he had received Elizabeth’s permission to court her, he understood that he still had much to make up for. He had certainly made strides that autumn, but even Lord Newbury’s initial interest in Elizabeth had manifested to Darcy that she would be assiduously courted by every single male member of the ton. And Darcy understood well that not all members of the aristocracy followed the moral dictates of society in order to achieve their schemes; it was not unusual for a woman’s reputation to be purposefully ruined in order to force a marriage. He knew that he would have to keep a keen eye on everyone in Elizabeth’s, and Jane’s, company. He had promised her that he would attend every ball or soirée that she did, provided he was invited, but had recognized it was not only to dance with and court her, but to also dissuade others from paying her too much attention. He knew he would be walking a fine line; he wanted her to enjoy her debut Season, but he didn’t want her falling in love with any man except himself.

These types of thoughts continually occupied Darcy’s mind throughout the long, cold Derbyshire winter. His mind would often drift toward Grancourt, pondering on what Elizabeth may be up to at that precise moment. He busied himself with estate matters, reading, billiards, and hours spent in his dear sister’s company, but nothing had the power to distract him long from thoughts of Elizabeth. The brightest moments of the winter were those which heralded a letter from Staffordshire; he knew he would have new insights into her life and character with each letter Georgiana received. He had taken to hoarding her most recent letters in his waistcoat pocket, there to be removed often for his silent enjoyment when he felt her absence most strongly. His most fanciful hope was that one of her missives would contain an invitation to Grancourt for a visit; he was well acquainted with the former duke, after all, but no such request came, and Darcy resigned himself to not seeing Elizabeth until her presentation that spring.

The remaining female inhabitants of Grancourt were kept extremely busy with preparations for the upcoming Season. Lady Agatha was instructing Her Grace, Jane and Elizabeth in all that would be expected of them during the coming months, particularly of their presentation to the queen. The ladies spent a memorable afternoon in the large attics of the estate searching through trunks of gowns; the mode of dress for a court presentation was quite formal and required out-dated, but very specific requirements. Dozens of gowns worn by the previous ladies of the house were carefully removed and regarded before being dismissed; Elizabeth could not contain her laughter as some of the more outlandish fashions were presented. At last, Lady Agatha discovered a trunk of extreme sentimental value, tucked into the back corner of the attic. Her eyes slightly misty, she reverently opened the dusty trunk revealing two exquisite white gowns, one decorated with small seed pearls and the other embroidered with tiny silver flowers. Gasps of pleasure escaped Jane and Elizabeth as Lady Agatha slowly pulled the dresses from the chest.

“Jane, Lizzy,” she softly began, “these were the gowns that Maggie and I wore to our court presentation.” A tear traced down each of the lady’s cheeks as she recalled that special day shared with her dear sister. Elizabeth reached for Lady Agatha’s hand, which her ladyship readily relinquished.

“How you must miss her, Agatha.”

“Every day, Lizzy, but I’m grateful that the Lord has seen fit to bless me with you and Jane in her stead. And I can see no better way to show my gratitude than to insist you two wear these dresses for your own presentation.”

“I would be honored, Agatha,” Jane demurely acquiesced.

“Are you certain, Agatha?” hesitated Elizabeth. “We would not want to make you uncomfortable in any way.”

“Not at all, Lizzy. I can only remember that day with fondness. We were incredibly nervous, of course, but were so thankful to have each other’s presence. You and Jane are as close as Maggie and I ever were and I can only assume will gain the same comfort from each other on such a momentous occasion; I believe it can only add to your ease to wear these gowns that have already comforted two very young and foolish girls. And it could bring you luck, for at the risk of sounding immodest, I believe that Maggie and I were quite the sensation our debut Season.” Her ladyship proffered a mischievous smile to Elizabeth with this concluding statement and Elizabeth could barely restrain her own smirk as she responded.

“Indeed, it had nothing at all to do with these stunning dresses.”

“Not a thing, Lizzy.” The two women suppressed their laughter for a long as possible before dissolving into a fit of rather unladylike giggles, Jane looking on in quiet amusement. Hearing the noise, the duchess appeared at the attic door.

“What on earth has gotten into you, Lizzy? Have you not been listening to anything that Lady Agatha has taught you? Is this the proper conduct of a young lady about to be presented to society? My poor nerves cannot handle all this racket and I’m certain that you will not be able to attract a single gentleman if you persist in braying like a barnyard animal.” Lady Agatha and Elizabeth exchanged glances while mightily suppressing their renewed amusement at such a silly outburst, Her Grace having failed to acknowledge that both women were culprits in the production of such racket. Having finally composed themselves, Lady Agatha distracted the duchess by maneuvering to show her an extremely elaborate gown that would be, “absolutely perfect for your court presentation, Your Grace.”

Elizabeth and Jane exchanged smiles at the easy manner in which Lady Agatha handled the duchess. They called for a maid to collect the Beauchamp sisters’ gowns to have them laundered and made ready for the spring.

Finding the gown was only the beginning of their training; Lady Agatha forced them to endure hours of walking in the grand ballroom, trailing long sheets behind them in order to learn how to properly walk and curtsey. The duchess had a bit of difficulty with the full-court curtsey, which required the lady to bend her knee almost to the ground; she toppled over more than a dozen times. There were also lessons in deportment and how one addresses their speech and correspondence to various levels of the aristocracy. Lady Agatha even hired a dancing master from London to instruct them in the newest dances, particularly the waltz. The duchess was rather scandalized by this suggestion and even Jane was slightly hesitant, but her ladyship insisted that it would soon be a common occurrence and it would not do to have the Everards either unprepared or out of fashion; Elizabeth loved the graceful dance once she had mastered the steps.

Lady Agatha also deemed it wise to begin introducing the newest Everards to the more prominent members of the neighborhood. Several small, intimate dinner parties were planned to allow these introductions. Her ladyship was very select in her choices and invited only those who would favorably report on the meetings, hoping to ease the girl’s upcoming introductions to greater London society. Her ladyship was not ignorant of rumors and speculation surrounding Jane and Elizabeth and hoped to gain many allies before thrusting them amongst the wolves of the ton. Lady Agatha even suggested that they host a larger party, requiring the guests to stay at Grancourt. The sisters were somewhat reluctant initially, but her ladyship persuaded them it would be an important part of their education; they would be required to plan and host several such events each year and this particular gathering would be relatively small in comparison. When the girls finally agreed, plans were made to invite about twenty guests to Grancourt for a weekend in the middle of February.

The duke did not look forward to the upcoming frivolities with particular excitement. He had maintained an extremely busy schedule since the beginning of the new year and the removal of his youngest daughters. The ducal estates and business matters were vast and complicated and he was only beginning to familiarize himself with them. He was, however, quite enjoying the work. As a young man, he had derived great pleasure from his studies; it was only after a few years of marriage that indolence had overtaken him. His wife, though lively and beautiful as a young woman, did not have the intelligence or education to challenge his mind; he had therefore retreated to a world of books in order to keep his mind active. In retrospect, he realized that it had been within his power to broaden his wife’s understanding and it was a neglect that he would forever regret; he was extremely grateful to Lady Agatha for the strides that she had made with his wife.

Having the responsibilities of the dukedom thrust upon him had reignited his energy; he would never be a man that anticipated socializing with excitement – very similar to Mr. Darcy he silently mused – but he was more willing to interact with his family and his conversation, particularly when addressing his wife, had begun to lose the biting cynicism to which his relations had become accustomed. He was then pleasantly surprised by his new neighbors once the introductions were made. They were generally people of sense and education and he had enjoyed the atmosphere of intelligence and accomplishment that infused the gatherings. However, he was always grateful when they returned to their homes and his own home returned to a more tranquil state. Thus, the upcoming weekend party, though certainly an understandable necessity, was not a favourable prospect. But, the invitations had been sent and in a few weeks time twenty guests would descend upon the steps of Grancourt.

The household was put into a flurry of preparations; Mrs. Wallace, the housekeeper, Prichard, the butler, and of course Lady Agatha, were all extremely helpful and knowledgeable. Guest rooms were aired and cleaned, menus were discussed, activities were decided upon and an air of anticipation fell upon the entire estate.

The designated weekend was finally upon them and their invited guests began arriving. Carriage after carriage rolled up to the front steps of the great estate and deposited their occupants; the necessary introductions were made and the party assembled in the grand drawing room to refresh themselves and converse before retiring to rest before dinner. Elizabeth was involved in a conversation with an elderly couple from the neighboring county; the earl had been a very great friend of her grandfather James while they were at Cambridge and was telling some rather amusing anecdotes. She didn’t notice the most recent, and last expected, arrivals enter the room until she heard her name called.

“Elizabeth!” came the excited cry and Elizabeth found herself in a vigorous hug by a young lady while her brother looked on in amusement. Elizabeth could not respond, the surprise of their arrival having completely discomposed her.

“Lady Elizabeth, what a pleasure to see you again,” the gentleman said. Elizabeth finally regained her composure and while elegantly curtseying, replied,

“Mr. Darcy, welcome to Grancourt.