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Posted on Saturday, 12 July 2003
Every year Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner would invite some of their five nieces that resided in Hertfordshire to their home in London. As much as they dearly loved all of them, the three youngest could at times be a little overwhelming, especially when they were together. Even though they would never admit it to anyone, it was clearly obvious that their particular favourites were the two eldest, Jane and Elizabeth.
As luck would have it, this year's turn had chanced upon the two. However, luck will only last for so long before misfortune strikes. Two days before they were to depart for London, Elizabeth was unfortunate enough to catch cold after she was caught in a downpour during her usual morning walk.
"Sometimes I can not believe how irresponsible you can be Lizzy." Mrs. Bennet's voice trilled through the air. "To catch cold at such a time as this! Do you not have any compassion for your family? Or my nerves for that matter? What were you thinking? To be scampering about the country after I told you it would rain!"
Elizabeth bit her cheek to keep her tongue in check, for her mother had not said a single word about rain. In fact, the only thing she had told her was that if she happened upon Mr. Harrison and he proposed, she was to accept. It was a known fact to Mrs. Bennet that Gregory Harrison was extremely fond of Elizabeth and that he took morning walks so they would accidentally cross the other's path. However, it was unknown to Mrs. Bennet that Elizabeth had finally been successful at turning that particular gentleman's attention to a Miss Jessica Moore, who had been vying for them for quite some time.
Feeling for her sister, Jane drew their mother's attention. "I believe that it will be best if we cancel the trip altogether. I would rather stay here with Elizabeth than go to London. I know our Aunt and Uncle will understand." This was not a shock, considering the person it came from. Those who were acquainted Jane knew her to be was calm, gentle, good-natured, and loving, especially when it concerned her family.
"You will do no such thing, Jane."
Cutting off their mother before she could continue, Elizabeth said, "Jane, do not let my misfortune affect you as well. I want you to go to London as planned and have enough enjoyment to last us both for weeks."
"I would not feel right going without you. And how do you expect me to partake in any form of entertainment when I know you are here sick?"
"Lizzy only has a trifling cold. People do not die of little trifling colds. Jane, she will be taken good care of. As long as she stays in bed and gets her rest, she will be very well. And how do you expect for her to get the proper rest she needs with you always about? So you see it is best that you go to London as planned!"
It had been more than a month since Jane departed for London and she was expected to return any day. The Longbourn residents were all restless for her return for various reasons. For Elizabeth and Mr. Bennet, the ally they found in her was missed. Mrs. Bennet waited anxiously for the news of all the eligible beaus she had met. Mary anticipated the new sheet music she asked Jane to purchase for her. And lastly, Kitty and Lydia just wanted the gifts they were sure to receive!
Mr. Bennet had just comfortably sat down with a book in his library when a knock came at the door. Grudgingly setting down his book, he replied, "Come in." He was a little surprised to see Hill enter carrying a letter. It was fast approaching dark and whoever sent the letter had sent it express. He gave Hill a slight nod when she curtsied and left the room.
Now alone, he directed his attention back to the letter. Not paying attention to who had sent it, he opened it and read its contents. His face paled instantly after reading the first few lines. With shaky hands, he reread it, to make sure he read right. "No! Surely this is a cruel joke!" Turning the letter over to view the address, he knew it was real.
Silent tears rolled down his cheeks. Feeling his control give way, he fell to the floor and sobbed. After what seemed like an eternity to him, he composed himself as best as he could. His family would need him when he told them the news about Jane's sudden and unexpected death.
The Meryton Assembly room was loud with the exuberant stomping of feet, the strains of lively music, and the ever incessant talk of those within the room. Yet, the raucous environment was a polite one, with the air being informal and delightful.
All the inhabitants in the room were silenced when the much-awaited party entered the assembly room. Many were relieved when they saw that the party consisted of only five all together-Mr. Bingley, his two sisters, the husband of the eldest, and another young man. Mr. Bingley was good-looking and gentlemanlike; he had a pleasant countenance, and easy, unaffected manners. His sisters were fine women, with an air of decided fashion. His brother-in-law, Mr. Hurst, merely looked the gentleman; but his friend Mr. Darcy soon drew the attention of the room by his fine, tall person, handsome features, noble mien, and the report which was in general circulation within five minutes after his entrance, of his having ten thousand a year. The gentlemen pronounced him to be a fine figure of a man, the ladies declared he was much more handsome than Mr. Bingley, and he was looked at with great admiration for about half the evening, till his manners gave such disgust that they turned the tide of his popularity; for he was discovered to be proud, to be above his company, above being pleased; and not all his large estate in Derbyshire could then save him from having a most forbidding, disagreeable countenance, and being unworthy to be compared with his friend.
Mr. Bingley had soon made himself acquainted with all the principal people in the room; he was lively and unreserved, danced every dance, was angry that the ball closed so early, and talked of giving one himself at Netherfield. Such amiable qualities must speak for themselves. What a contrast between him and his friend! Mr. Darcy danced only once with Mrs. Hurst and once with Miss Bingley, declined being introduced to any other lady, and spent the rest of the evening walking about the room, speaking occasionally to one of his own party. His character was decided. He was the proudest, most disagreeable man in the world, and it was the general hope that he would never come there again. Amongst the most violent against him was Mrs. Bennet, whose dislike of his general behaviour was sharpened into particular resentment by his having slighted one of her daughters.
Catherine Bennet, more commonly known as Kitty, had been obliged, by the scarcity of gentlemen, to sit down for two dances; Elizabeth had come from the dance to join her and began conversing. Maria Lucas followed suit and entered the conversation and no sooner did Elizabeth realise that Mr. Darcy had been standing near enough for her to overhear a conversation between him and Mr. Bingley, who came to press his friend to dance.
"Come, Darcy," said he, "I must have you dance. I hate to see you standing about by yourself in this stupid manner. You had much better dance."
"I certainly shall not. You know how I detest it, unless I am particularly acquainted with my partner. At such an assembly as this, it would be insupportable. Your sisters are engaged, and there is not another woman in the room whom it would not be a punishment to me to stand up with."
"I would not be so fastidious as you are," cried Bingley, "for a kingdom! Upon my honour, I never met with so many pleasant girls in my life, as I have this evening; and there are several of them, as you see, who are uncommonly pretty."
"You have been dancing with the only handsome girl in the room," said Mr. Darcy, looking at Miss Elizabeth Bennet.
"Oh! she is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld! But there is one of her sisters sitting down with her just behind you, who is very pretty, and I dare say very agreeable. Do let me ask Miss Bennet to introduce you."
"Whom do you mean?'' and turning round, he looked for a moment at Kitty, till catching her eye, he withdrew his own and coldly said, "She is tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt me; and I am in no humour at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men. You had better reclaim your partner and enjoy her smiles, for you are wasting your time with me."
Mr. Bingley followed his advice. Mr. Darcy walked off, but not before he caught the pained expression on Miss Bennet's face. Realising that it was very likely she overheard the whole extent of the conversation, he became remorseful for causing any pain to this lovely young lady with fine eyes and decided that he should apologise sometime during the evening.
Elizabeth did not even realise Mr. Bingley had approached her, for her thoughts were on Jane. 'If she was here, she surely would have been declared the only handsome girl.' This had not been the only reason for her grief, for she was mortified on Kitty's behalf and irritated at Mr. Darcy because of it.
Mr. Bingley, oblivious to her crestfallen appearance, jovially asked, "Miss Bennet, if you are not otherwise engaged, may I be so bold as to claim the next two dances?"
Not feeling the least intention towards dancing, Elizabeth made her apologies and excuses. "Mr. Bingley, if you had asked me another time, I would have been very agreeable to the idea, but I fear I am feeling a little unwell."
"I hope it is nothing serious."
"It is only a slight headache. It will pass."
"Can I get you anything? Something that could give you present relief? A glass of wine perhaps?"
She pushed her slight guilt down for her prevarication when she saw the care in his eyes. "Mr. Bingley, I thank you for your concern, but I believe that the best cause of action is to sit out the rest of the evening in a quiet corner."
Looking as if he was angry at himself for not thinking of this before, he replied, "Of course!" Putting out his arm, he gallantly offered, "Let me escort you to the other side of the room. I believe the noise won't be as dreadful to your head as it is here."
Giving a small smile, she placed her hand in the crook of his arm and allowed him to direct her path. Sitting down, she looked up at the expectant eyes of Mr. Bingley. Sighing mentally, but smiling outwardly, she told him, "I thank you, Mr. Bingley. You are too kind, and it would do neither of us good if I were to use your compassion to dominate your attention for the remainder of the night. You came here tonight in the hopes of meeting new acquaintances and engaging in amusement. You could do neither if you were trapped with me."
"Miss Bennet, you are too kind as well! I know not many that would place another's enjoyment before their own comfort! But I believe it is best if I leave you. I'm sure quiet solitude is the best remedy for the moment." Bowing, he left Elizabeth to her own devices. In truth, Charles was unsure about Elizabeth's excuse, but he soon reprimanded himself there after. With guilt and sorrow, he put on a happy facade and returned to the dancing.
Being in a position where one can observe, but not easily be observed, can wear thin on a person's nerves. Watching her exuberant, youngest sister Lydia making a fool out of herself and her family standing by, not doing anything about it, finally took its toll on her. Making sure no one was watching, she silently vacated her seat and the Assembly Hall.
Unbeknownst to her, Mr. Darcy had been watching her and was now concerned for her welfare, since it could not possibly be safe for a young lady to be walking quite alone at night. He had no problem in slipping out of the room to follow her, for the only two people who always watched his every movement were too busy making snide remarks about the Hertfordshire inhabitants.
Stepping out onto the dark road, Darcy looked in all directions, trying to discern which way Miss Bennet went. Deciding to go left, he began to look for any clue that might lead him to find her. Seeing a pathway between the Assembly Hall and the next building, he saw that it led to what looked like a garden. Walking down the path, he began to hear muffled sounds. As he stepped closer, he was able to discern that the voices were that of a man and woman.
"I don't wanna cause yer any harm miss, so make this easy on the both of us and give me yer money and jewellery," pleaded the man.
Not being one to particularly favour bodily harm, Elizabeth started to remove her jewellery when both of their attentions were turned to a voice that came from the shadows. "I believe that the items in question are better off where they are." The voice itself held a strong, quiet firmness, showing the speaker's intent of not allowing the mugging to take place.
Elizabeth gasped when she saw that it was Mr. Darcy. Of all the men to come to her rescue! However, not being one to be fastidious about who did the rescuing, she did the only thing she could do, she silently watched.
The man quickly turned around to face the newcomer. He silently weighed his options. He could always try to fight, but winning was clearly in the other's favour, seeing as how he had a strong, tall stature with an air of confidence not seen in many. There was always the option of running, but if he did, his family would have to go hungry for another day. Yet, if something were to happen to him, what would become of his wife and children? Would they be forced to do something they shouldn't have to do? It was all too confusing!
Seeing the look of indecision pass over the man's features, Darcy comprehended that there something more to this man. It was obvious that the man was someone of the lower class. His clothes were worn and tattered; his blonde hair was unkempt and in need of a cut; he showed every sign of a tired labourer in his countenance and posture. However, there was a kind, apologetic expression in his eyes, which contradicted everything the man was trying to do! To this, it only led Darcy to the conclusion that the man did not want to be doing this, but for some reason, he was forced to.
Finally deciding that there must be easier means of money, the man ran off as fast as he could. The last thing he wanted to do was evoke any anger from that particular gentleman, since he could tell that he was not one to be trifled with. After all, the only thing one had to do was look at him to realise this.
Darcy watched for a moment as the would-be thief ran off into the night before he approached Elizabeth. She was in such a state of shock that it didn't register to her at first that he was now standing before her. Her mind was reeling with what had and could have happened. She was abruptly brought back down to reality when he spoke.
"Miss Bennet, are you well? Did he harm you in any way?"
When Elizabeth would look back on this moment, she would remember being breath taken by the look of tenderness that showed in his deep, chocolate-coloured eyes. However, it was lost to her almost immediately. She tried to ignore the light-headedness that she was experiencing. "Mr. Darcy, I would like to thank you," she began to say, but before she could say more, she began to slightly sway on her feet, then everything went black.
When Elizabeth finally came to the next morning, she found herself laying in her bed. How she got there was beyond her. The last thing she remembered was talking to Mr. Darcy in the small garden behind the Assembly Hall. As for the reason why she was out there alone with a man with whom she had just made acquaintance was the question she wanted an answer to. The events from the previous night were all a blur in her mind and the harder she tried to remember, the more jumbled her thoughts became.
Her concentration ceased when she became very aware of a painful headache. Slowly raising her hand to her head, she felt that there was a slight bump and winced from the contact of her touch. True, the small abrasion she had was nothing compared to the ones she received as child, but it didn't stop the fact that it hurt! She wondered how she was able to sleep without irritating it, but that really didn't matter, for she had more pressing concerns to attend to.
Deciding that she wasn't getting anything accomplished by lounging around in bed, she sat up and threw her feet to the ground in one swift movement. This proved to not be one of her wisest decisions, as the room swirled around her. Placing her hands behind her to keep her from falling backwards, she sat there for a while in an attempt to regain her senses and balance.
Just as she was about to attempt to stand once more, her mother came rushing through her door, fluttering in a failed attempt to make a quiet entrance. Seeing that Elizabeth was indeed awake, she gave up the pretence, and went straight to, "I'm glad to see you awake Elizabeth! You had us all worried! To faint like that! Especially in front of Mr. Darcy! I always knew he was a good, respectable man! I never believed a word of him being called proud and above his company!"
Elizabeth could only roll her eyes as she knew her mother was the very one who pronounced Mr. Darcy so at the Assembly and listened to her mother prattle on, but took a keen interest when she started to relate the previous evening's events.
"And here we were all surprised when Mr. Darcy came walking back into the Assembly Room, helping you walk. He looked so concerned about you my dear, as we all were! We asked him what happened and he said that he found you in the small garden feeling faint! Then Mr. Bingley told us how you claimed to have a slight headache earlier in the evening! If you had felt unwell, you should have come to me! We would have come home immediately if I had known!"
Elizabeth endured her mother's verbal assault about being more responsible about her health as best as she could. However, the more her mother ranted, the more lost in thought she became. After all, she had heard her mother forbid her from taking walks in the early mornings lest she should catch a chill many times in the past. Yet, she was sharply brought back to the present when she heard her mother sharply snap at her.
"Lizzy! Pay attention when I'm talking to you!" Elizabeth gave an apologetic look and Mrs. Bennet continued. "As I was saying before, I invited Mr. Darcy, the Bingleys, and the Hursts to dinner tonight. Don't give me that look, Elizabeth! The gentlemen were very concerned about you. And inviting them to dinner is the least we can do! Especially in the case of Mr. Darcy! After all, he did help us in bringing you home!"
"What do you mean he helped bring me home?"
"Well, considering how your father wasn't at the assembly last night, we needed some assistance! Mr. Darcy was more than willing to oblige. He said it wouldn't be any inconvenience in the least! Such a charming man! Barely into town and so willing to help! Now that is what I call gentlemanly behaviour!"
Mr. Darcy walked into the breakfast parlour to only find Mr. Bingley downstairs, which wasn't the least surprising. Mr. Hurst had, once again, imbibed an impressive amount of wine while Caroline and Louisa would claim fatigue from the previous evening's activities, thus requiring the three to stay in their chambers until nearly midday. He could never perceive how gossiping could be so tiring for the two, seeing as how they were experts in that particular field!
Mr. Bingley looked up from his plate and gave Mr. Darcy a weak smile. Noticing Bingley's failed attempt at his normally amiable attitude, he took his seat and immediately said, "Good morning, Bingley. Is there anything bothering you? You seem..." contemplating his next words carefully, he finally said, "a bit sullen."
Mentally berating himself for allowing Darcy to observe his somewhat foul mood, he said, "There is nothing wrong with me, Darce!" He then added a warm smile to prove his point. "Why do you ask?"
Not fully believing his friend, he said, "You just didn't appear to be your normal self, that is all."
"I was merely thinking about Miss Bennet. She gave everyone quite the fright last night."
"Indeed she did."
"However, there was one thing I've been meaning to ask you." Seeing he had Darcy's full attention, he said, "You never did say how you and Miss Bennet came to be outside when she fell ill. I was wondering if you could enlighten me on this point."
Darcy couldn't believe it! For once, Bingley had successfully backed him into a corner and he couldn't see any way of getting out of it! "I went outside for a breath of fresh air." Seeing that his answer didn't appease Bingley's inquiry, he continued. "While outside, I found the small garden and thither Miss Bennet had gone as well."
Bingley slightly arched a brow. For some reason, the rather vague explanation Darcy had just gave didn't quite add up. However, he wouldn't question him any further. He knew of the Darcy temper and didn't want to trigger it. Giving him a slight nod, he returned his attention back to his breakfast and left Darcy to his own.
For the remainder of the meal, both remained in silence, contemplating the recent events and their feelings, which happened to revolve around the same lady. Darcy was intrigued by her, to say the least, while Bingley, on the other hand, thought that the heavens could not even create a lovelier angel! But, when taken into consideration how they felt towards one another, it became more complex. Darcy still saw Bingley as a close friend, while the latter's views on the prior were most definitely altered. In Darcy, Bingley now saw a competitor for the affections of Miss Bennet and that finding irritated him. After all, Bingley knew his friend better than most people and he had witnessed small signs of the other being attracted to Miss Bennet. He could confront Darcy on this matter, but knew that his friend would never admit to it, especially after so short an acquaintance with that particular lady.
Both were shaken out of their silent reverie when a servant entered, carrying a letter. Mr. Bingley was about to reach for the letter until the servant stepped pass him and stood before Mr. Darcy, who promptly took the letter, as the servant bowed and left the room. His brows raised when he saw who the letter had come from. He carefully opened it and perused its contents.
As Bingley watched his friend read the letter, he saw a plethora of emotions cross his countenance. Even though they had been fleeting, it was enough to make him curious. However, when he saw that he wasn't about to get any insight into what was contained in the letter, since Darcy was contemplating it in earnest, Bingley spoke up. "I say Darcy, who could be sending you a letter to receive it at such an early hour? I hope it isn't urgent business you have to attend to." Even though he said that last statement, he was silently hoping for just that. If Darcy had business to attend to in London or at Pemberley, Mr. Bingley knew he would have a better chance at winning Miss Bennet's affections while the other was away.
"It could be considered urgent, but that would depend on your definition."
Seeing Bingley confused at his enigmatic reply, he immediately clarified it. "It is a letter from Mrs. Bennet. She wishes to express her gratitude towards me for my assistance. Also, she has invited us all to dine with them tonight."
If Darcy had looked towards Bingley at this point, he would have seen the slight jealousy displayed on his countenance. 'Why should Darcy be the one to receive the invitation on all our behalf! After all, I am the master of Netherfield and Darcy is my guest!'
Getting some control over his feelings and outward appearance, Bingley stood and walked out of the room, but not before saying over his shoulder, "I have to attend to some business, but if you could, please inform the Bennets that we accept their invitation."
Staring at the doorway where his long-time friend had just vanished through, Darcy began to worry. Never in all his years of their acquaintance had he known Charles Bingley to take care of any business without having to be repeatedly reminded. Well, not unless he was upset about something, which was obviously the case.
Deciding not to worry about Bingley too much, he rose from his chair. After all, he had a letter to write and perhaps when that was done, he would ride into Meryton to clear his mind. Yes, that is what he would do. He would send Mrs. Bennet an affirmative response for dinner and then he would head into town. With that, he walked out of the breakfast parlour with a plan set in mind.
Posted on Thursday, 17 July 2003
Riding down the streets of Meryton, Darcy scrutinized everything with a bored expression. Even though he didn't pay it any notice, he knew that the people were gossiping about him. Whether it be good or bad, he didn't care. How could he when he was wistfully wishing to have Charles' skills at conversing with strangers? With a slight look of disgust about his abominable behaviour, those watching him thought that the glare was directed towards them. Again, this made no impression on his mind as he rounded a corner, but what he then saw did.
A forbidding figure, clad in an attire that gave away his lowly station in life and indicated that he was more than likely a brute, slyly crept out of a back alleyway, obviously trying not to draw attention to where he had been. Eyes not leaving the form, Darcy only urged his horse forward when the nameless man disappeared around a corner. He had every intention of continuing with his ride without stopping to investigate, but something in the back of his mind kept telling him to check to see what was there. At a later date he wouldn't be able to explain it, but at the moment, all he knew at the moment was that he had to see what laid within the dark, forbidding depths of the narrow pathway.
Dismounting from his sleek, black steed, he tied the reigns around a nearby post before he cautiously entered the alley, prepared for an assault should it come. His guard dropped when he saw a lone figure, face down on the ground. Not knowing in what condition the form was in, he slowly walked up to it and knelt down. As he was about to turn the person over, he heard the unknown man begin to violently cough. Standing, he backed away and watched as the person rolled himself over, gasping for air while holding his stomach in pain.
As the man's eyes began to readjust, he noticed a familiar face. When he placed the man as being the same one who had saved the woman from the robbery attempt he had made the previous evening, he began to slightly shake. Deciding that it was now or never, he quickly scrambled to his feet and bolted down the alley. However, much to his dismay, two strong hands grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed him against the wall of the building.
Trembling, he said, "Please sir, I never meant 'er any 'arm. I never meant any 'arm to anyone." At this point, he slightly knelt over, grabbing his stomach, as another coughing fit came over him.
Looking at the man he had pinned against the wall, Darcy said, "Why should I believe you never meant anyone any harm? After all, it looked like you would have easily gone to any means to procure what you could from Miss Bennet!"
Shaking, the man pleaded, "I never meant any 'arm. What I did last night was for me family. If I 'adn't they would have gone 'ungry for another night."
Looking deep within the man's eyes, he saw that he was completely in earnest. Loosening his grip on the man, he asked, "Who was the other person I saw leaving a few moments before?"
"I owe 'im money."
Seeing that the he wasn't going to say anything else, he released him and let him fall to the ground. Pacing in front of him, deep in thought, Darcy inquired, "And you say that you have a family?"
"Yes sir."
On hearing this, a small groan escaped him. Had the man been without a family, it would have made this easier. Now, the words his father raised him on rang through his mind: 'Fitzwilliam, we are in a position to help those less fortunate than ourselves. Our contemporaries don't always believe this, which is why we should lend a hand when we can. Otherwise, we become idle and shun our fellow man for living a life of larceny, when in the end, we could have prevented both.'
Even though the better part of him was telling him not to do this, Darcy asked, "Have you ever been to Derbyshire?"
Pacing the entire length of the drawing room, Bingley began to wonder where Darcy was. It was mid-afternoon and no one had seen or heard from him since earlier that morning. His thoughts then led him to the one possibility of which he didn't want to think, let alone acknowledge. There was a good chance that Darcy went to Longbourn to see the lovely Miss Bennet.
Cursing under his breath, he started to devise a way to distract Darcy for a few weeks. Surely, if Darcy was given the proper circumstances, he would easily be able to sweep her off her feet! However, an idea came to him when he remembered Darcy professing a few weeks earlier how it had been too long since he last saw his cousin. With that, Bingley went directly to write a letter to Richard Fitzwilliam.
After Richard's elder brother passed away four years ago, the cousins began to see less of each other. However, they were still on excellent terms and wrote one another frequently. Bingley knew that when Fitzwilliam received his letter, it would be looked at as being strange given that he had met with the former Colonel only on a few occasions, which were all Darcy's doing. And to now be issuing an invitation! Of course, he could always use the pretence of wanting him and Darcy to have a reunion of sorts.
As he wrote the letter, he found that it didn't suit what he knew he wanted. Tossing his first attempt aside, he began to write another, which he threw aside after a few moments. These patterns continued until he saw that there was little hope of making it appear as he wished: neat, concise, and lacking in blots. Luckily for him, Caroline entered the room before he had to ponder too long on how he was to solve his problem.
"There you are Charles! I've been searching for you."
Before she could broach whatever topic she wanted to with him, he asked, "I was wondering if you would perhaps do me a favour."
A little put out that he would so blatantly cut her off as he did, she dryly asked, "And what might this favour be?"
"You have been a recipient of my letters on many different occasions and know them to be a complete mess. I have always found that you have a very elegant hand when it comes to writing." Seeing her grow impatient, he went straight to the point. "I was hoping that you would write a letter for me."
"And to whom is this letter to be sent?"
"Richard Fitzwilliam."
As soon as Caroline heard that name pass from her brother's mouth, she said, "You know that I have been planning on inviting Lady Morgan here. Those two cannot go without arguing."
Knowing what he was about to say next would convince her to agree to his request, he smiled and said, "Yes, but if Darcy has to deal with his cousins, it would be safe to assume that he would be distracted from certain acquaintances we have all recently made."
Being shrewd, she instantly knew what her brother meant. He wanted Darcy out of the way so he could have Miss Bennet to himself. She would never allow that match to occur. Becoming attached to a country nobody would be insupportable! However, it would be far easier to manipulate Charles later on than it would with Mr. Darcy. Finally coming to her decision, she asked, "And what did you want me to write in this letter for you?"
Grinning, he told her, "I knew you wouldn't let me down!" Thinking for a moment, he continued. "Just inform Richard of the reason why you are writing the letter instead of me. And everything else that is necessary for an invitation as well."
Taking the seat her brother vacated it for her, she began to diligently write the letter. Looking over it and being pleased with her effort, she handed it over to Charles and watched as he critiqued it.
"Perfect! You have outdone yourself again Caroline."
Watching him rush out of the room without even properly thanking her, she knew what he was going to do. Her brother was predictable. He was going to send it to Mr. Fitzwilliam by express, in order to get him to Netherfield as soon as possible. It really made no difference to her. In fact, the sooner he and Lady Morgan arrived, the better it would be for her. After all, she would finally be able to manage a union between Charles and Morgan and more importantly, one between Mr. Darcy and herself as well.
With a smile that most likely could be described as evil, she began to write the second letter of the day; the one that would find it's way into Lady Morgan's hands. Happy with what she produced, she decided to send the letter off the following day. It would be too unseemly if mortal enemies arrived at the same time! They had to at least have a few days arrival time spaced between them!
Walking to her rooms to prepare for the Bennet dinner, she only thought of how well her soon-to-be title sounded: Mrs. Caroline Darcy, Mistress of Pemberley. And as her first duty as mistress, she would redecorate Pemberley's interiors. It wouldn't do! The rooms needed orange! This is how she amused herself as she continued to prepare for an evening that she wished she could avoid.
The Bennet family could only watch as Mrs. Bennet ran from room to room shouting orders to the servants. No matter who tried to reason with her, she would just ignore them and continue down the same path.
Shaking his head, Mr. Bennet told the girls to let their mother be. Secretly, he was glad to see his wife like this again. When their beloved Jane passed away, she withdrew from everyone for a few years. Slowly, she began to open up once more. Still she lacked the spark and exuberance that became her so well.
Elizabeth, for her part, blocked out her surroundings. Her head was still throbbing, but she didn't let anyone know. In fact, she never told them about her head being hurt! When she had looked at the injury herself after her mother had left her to her own devices earlier that morning, she saw that it was only a small bump on the head. Why alarm everyone even further if it was nothing serious?
Kitty looked at Lydia with disgust as the latter persisted in saying how she would have both gentlemen wrapped around her finger before the night was over and that she would disregard both, since her interests strictly laid with the officers. She could not believe how her younger sister could behave as she did at all times. The only thing she could do was hope in vain that when their guests arrived, Lydia would be well behaved.
Looking towards her eldest sister, whom she viewed as her role model and most trusted companion, she saw that Lizzy seemed distracted. Knowing it was highly unlikely that her most beloved sister was worried about the dinner, Kitty left the chattering Lydia and took the seat next to her. Keeping her voice low, she asked, "Are you well Lizzy? You do not seem yourself."
Looking up at the sound of Kitty's voice, she said, "I am well. I am just lost in my thoughts at the moment."
Not completely believing her, she decided to let it drop for now. After all, she didn't want to add further to her stress. At this point, Lydia came up to them and whined, "Why did you leave me like that Kitty? I was just about to get to the good part of my story!"
"Lydia, you have told me that story at least three times already. Why don't you save your breath to cool your porridge?"
Looking at Kitty disbelievingly, she said, "Fine! I know when I'm not wanted! I should have known better then to interrupt the dull sisters." She then turned and left the room, much to everyone's relief.
"From the tale Lydia keeps telling us, it would seem as if one day her virtue will be called into question. And once a woman's virtue is lost, it is irretrievable." Mary would have continued, if it were not for Mr. Bennet.
"Thank you Mary. You have, once again, impressed us with your vast knowledge. We are very fortunate indeed that you are blessed with wisdom beyond your years."
Lizzy and Kitty were glad that others were not present to witness their Father's speech. To mortify your own daughter as such is horrendous, for it was obvious that he was being sardonic. Looking to Mary, Lizzy could see that the poor girl had no idea what to think, let alone say.
Sighing, Lizzy remembered how her father's acerbic wit used to be endearing to her. Now, she saw it as cruel. To ridicule your own daughter as such, especially after losing one, was insupportable! If anything, Jane's death should have shown him that he should accept them for who they were and to completely love them for it. Even in the case of Lydia.
Noticing the look of disgust on his favourite daughter's face, he said, "Tell me, dear Lizzy, what seems to be troubling you."
Knowing that she could always be completely honest with him, she said, "I believe, sir, that your comment to Mary would have been better served if you sincerely meant it."
Nodding his head, he said, "I should have guessed." He then turned his attention back to his book, not even showing the least hint of remorse for his sarcasm. However, there were reasons for his behaviour. It would not do to allow himself to form a strong bond with the remainder of his daughters. He had had one with Jane and he was still grieving her. Yet, no matter what, he would remain close to Lizzy.
The girls gave each other a grave look, knowing that their father would never change.
The Bingleys and Darcy sat in the carriage, making their way to Longbourn. The three occupants were quiet, all lost in their own thoughts. Bingley still pondered on where Darcy had been and if his plan to distract Darcy would work. Darcy kept meditated on if he did the right thing by offering Mr. Davis, formerly known as the thief, and his wife positions on the Pemberley staff. Finally, the third and final occupant, Caroline silently cursed the Hursts' good fortune of being able to get out of the insufferable dinner. She would have managed to escape it as well, not being one to dine with country inhabitants, but there was no way she was going to let some chit steal her Mr. Darcy!
His curiosity getting the better of him, Bingley said, "We quite despaired over your disappearance today, Darcy. I believe you were gone for six hours at least!"
Seeing an opportunity to draw Darcy's attention towards herself, she quickly added, "I quite agree with Charles! We felt the loss of your company most acutely! There was little conversation to be had, leaving us all desolate without you!"
Darcy merely nodded his head at Caroline's blatant attempt. Being victim of it on more than one occasion, he simply chose to ignore it as he has done in the past.
Comprehending that this particular road to captivate him wasn't working, she casually said, "I have been thinking of late to invite Lady Morgan to join our party." Seeing that she had finally caught his attention by the mention of his cousin's name, she continued. "I know that you will enjoy her presence at Netherfield, as will the rest of us. It's a shame, really, that Georgiana cannot join us as well."
"It will indeed be a pleasure to see my cousin again and you know of the reasons why Georgiana cannot be an addition to the party as of yet."
"Indeed I do! Poor thing! To be forced to remain with your great aunt, Lady Catherine de Bourgh, for lessons." Darcy gave a sigh of relief as she retold his reason, verbatim, for his sister not being there. In actuality, Georgiana was still recovering from the Wickham incident. Not wanting her to be alone, he sent her to Rosings Park. There, she and Anne would be able to pick up the friendship they had where they last left it. Or so he hoped.
Still wanting to know what had become of his friend that day, Bingley asked, "Say Darcy, why don't you amuse Caroline and I by telling us what you have done all day?"
Not wanting to mention Mr. Davis, since it would stem into the particulars of what happened at the Meryton Assembly, Darcy contemplated his words for a moment before he responded. "There is really nothing extraordinary to tell about my day. I rode Blackjack through town and admired the countryside." To keep himself from feeling guilty, as he abhorred disguise of any kind, he reminded himself that he wasn't lying, but merely leaving out certain details about his day.
Sensing that he hadn't revealed all, Bingley decided to let the issue drop. He would find out soon enough if Darcy had been at Longbourn earlier that day.
Now stationed by the window that gave the best view of the driveway, Mrs. Bennet nervously waited with anticipation. It wasn't everyday she hosted such elite, single, wealthy bachelors of society! The thought of Miss Bingley also attending never even crossed her mind once.
Seeing the carriage come up the drive, she shot out of her seat and yelled, "Mr. Bennet, girls, they are here! Remember, everyone is to be on their best behaviour!"
Lydia sidled up to her mother and said, "Do not worry, Mama! I'm always on my best behaviour!"
"That's what I'm afraid of," responded Kitty under her breath. At this, she received a stern, yet amused look from Lizzy.
The Bingleys and Mr. Darcy were shown into the sitting room. "Mr. Darcy, Mr. Bingley, and Miss Bingley, it is a pleasure to see you all again," gushed Mrs. Bennet as everyone either bowed or curtseyed in greeting.
Displaying a pleasant attitude that quite became him, Bingley replied, "It is indeed a pleasure to see you all again." Then looking at Elizabeth, he told her, "Miss Bennet, I hope that you are feeling better then you were last night."
Smiling at his concern, she said, "I believe I am feeling much better, thank you."
Darcy felt a slight pang of jealousy when the fine-eyed beauty graced his friend with a smile. However, he quickly pushed it aside, not wanting or needing a girl, no matter how witty or attractive she was, to interfere with his life. He simply wasn't ready to settle down and start a new life when his old one was still in shambles.
Without realisation, he said above the stillness of his breath, "Georgiana." Fortunately, no one heard or even noticed his utterance.
When the group repaired to the dining room, Mrs. Bennet eagerly watched to see how the gentlemen responded when she showed them to their seats. Seeing that both were rather pleased, since both were stationed on either side of Lizzy, she could only smile and mentally begin planning her daughter's wedding.
On Elizabeth's part, she wasn't entirely sure what to think. Mr. Bingley was a very pleasant gentleman while Mr. Darcy was simply a mystery! She still couldn't recall what had happened the previous evening and was anxious to find a private moment with the one gentleman that would know the answers to the questions that she was planning to inquire about.
Unbeknownst to Elizabeth, Caroline sat glaring at her. After all, that Hertfordshire trollop had no right to be seated next to Mr. Darcy while she was seated as far away from him as possible, which happened to be the seat next to Mrs. Bennet. Luckily for that old cow, she was dignified enough to at least appear to pay attention to the conversation, making monosyllable replies when necessary, which seemed to please the hostess quite well.
Mr. Bennet shook his head at his wife's blatant matchmaking attempt. However, if her mission were to succeed, he thought it best to get to know both gentlemen better. After all, he felt somewhat chastened by Elizabeth's gentle rebuff and knew that he should take his fatherly duties more seriously. It was that entire process that spurred him to strike up a conversation with Darcy.
He found the younger man to be an intellectual, obviously well read and versed on all matters political, philosophical, historical, literary, and anything else desirable in someone his age. He hoped, he prayed that Mr. Bingley showed one iota of sense as this man did, but considering how the prior seemed to be handling himself, Mr. Bennet highly doubted it.
Darcy, on his part, saw an ally in Mr. Bennet. He reminded him of his late father in so many ways. His wit, his love of literature, that teasing gleam not far from his eyes... Had his father been alive, he knew that he and Mr. Bennet would have gotten on well.
With Darcy speaking to Mr. Bennet, Miss Bennet was left free to Bingley, in which he rejoiced! Every word that left her mouth was music to his ears, more so since they were only addressed to himself! Every smile that he was able to evoke from her made him ecstatic.
The three remaining Bennet sisters viewed the dinner in very different ways. Kitty could only smile and be happy for her sister's good fortune in being admired by both gentlemen. Mr. Bingley's admiration was clearly obvious to all while Mr. Darcy's was more hidden, but this didn't stop Kitty and Mrs. Bennet in perceiving it all the same. Mary, not paying attention to any of the conversations since they did not involve music or literature, anticipated showing off her skills on the piano forte to their guests. Finally, the last Bennet sister, Lydia, bore the dinner as best as she could. For one, she couldn't see why two very handsome gentlemen could be attracted to someone as dull as Lizzy when someone like herself was around! Two, being seated directly next to Mary and Mrs. Bennet, and across from Miss Bingley left her no conversation at all, since the three would not even enter into one at all!
And so the dinner went.
After the guests finally left, Mrs. Bennet fell back into her chair and squealed in delight. "My dear Lizzy! You were simply marvellous tonight! I have never seen a girl as admired as you were, and by both gentlemen no less! They could not help but see your charm and beauty! You are very clever, my dear. Before long, I see you as mistress of Netherfield or Pemberley!"
Deciding to calm his wife, Mr. Bennet interrupted her before she could continue. "Mrs. Bennet, have you taken into consideration that perhaps either's admiration might not amount into anything? Or that if it does, that our dear Lizzy might not accept either's suit?"
"Not accept! Mr. Bennet, how can you say such things?"
"Very easily, my dear. I know Lizzy's disposition. If she wasn't able to love either, she would not accept them."
"But it is very likely that she may fall in love with one of them!"
Not hearing the ongoing debate between her parents, Lizzy sat quietly, lost in her thoughts. She was a little aggravated, to say the least, for every time she was able to draw Mr. Darcy into a conversation alone to question him about what happened, Miss Bingley would unexpectedly join their group, preventing her from acquiring the information she wanted.
Growing tired, she told her family such and excused herself to go to bed. Sleep would not come easy for her. However, she was not the only one laying awake, for at Netherfield, the two gentlemen that occupied her thoughts were also awake, thinking about her.
Richard Fitzwilliam sat alone in the breakfast parlour when a servant entered carrying an express. Fearing the worse because of the insupportable occurrence at Ramsgate, he was relieved when he saw that the letter was from Mr. Bingley and not his cousin Darcy. Wondering what someone he barely knew would find so urgent as to send a letter express, he opened the letter and scanned its contents.
Netherfield, 22nd October
My Lord Alveley,My brother, Mr. Charles Bingley, would first like me to explain why I am the one writing this letter. Charles has never been one to write letters and knew that it would not do either of you justice had he been the one to write this.
Now to the point of this letter. Charles has recently been meditating on the idea of inviting you to join our party here at Netherfield. As you may well know, your cousin Mr. Darcy is here with us. From what Charles has said to me, Mr. Darcy has lately been expressing a great desire to see you, since you both have been estranged these last few months at least. I know it would make him very happy if you came, as well as all of us.
We hope that you will take Charles up on his offer and join us soon.
Miss Caroline Bingley
After reading the letter, a wry grin began to spread across his face. Not being able to contain it any longer, he let out a hearty laugh. Only Charles Bingley would have his sister pen a letter for him!
Controlling his amusement, he began to think over Bingley's request. To go or not to go, that simply was the question! Shaking his head, he mentally told himself to quit reading Shakespeare before going to bed.
Getting back to the matter at hand, he sat back in his seat. He saw no good reason to keep him from going. There was little for him to do or worry about at Matlock. He wouldn't have anything to entertain himself with until he travelled to London for the Season. Most importantly, it would be good to see Darcy again. If he were to go, he would be able to see him before they had to travel to Kent for their yearly visit with their Aunt, to which neither looked forward. Plus, it would give him the opportunity to further his acquaintance with Bingley.
With his mind set in the affirmative, he turned his attention back to his breakfast. Once finishing, he set off to tell his parents of his plans and to send word to Netherfield that he gratefully accepted the invitation. Unfortunately, the thought of Miss Bingley and Lady Morgan being friends never once crossed his mind, which meant he was in store for a shock when the latter would also join the party, only days after his own arrival.
Chapter Eight ~ Netherfield, October 28, 1811 Posted on Wednesday, 24 September 2003, at 12:07 p.m.
Much to the dismay of the occupants of the Bennet household and the Netherfield party, the few days following the Longbourn dinner never afforded an opportunity to arise for them to encounter the other. Both groups, being busy with different social activities, or by clear avoidance manoeuvred by certain members, were left wondering when they would next meet.
On this particularly fine morning, the group at Netherfield was sitting down to breakfast when they heard a great commotion coming from the main hall. With an irritated look, Caroline said, "What in..." but before she could continue, the door to the dining room was opened.
Ushering forth, Mrs. Levac, the Bingley's head housekeeper, announced, "The Right Honourable Lord Alveley, sir." With a curtsey, she left the room, leaving the occupants alone.
With momentary surprise passing over his features, Darcy rose from his seat, making his way to greet his cousin. "Richard, this is indeed a pleasant surprise!"
And this definitely was one. Especially since Morgan was expected to arrive in a matter of a few days. Surely, that fact must have slipped Bingley's mind. Who in their right mind would want their home thrown into complete chaos?
With his ready smile already plastered on his friendly face, he replied, "Come now, surely you didn't think I would let you have all the fun out here." At this, his smile became a wicked one, while his hazel eyes showed his amusement.
Momentarily looking up from his plate, Mr. Hurst grunted a greeting to the newcomer, before returning his entire attention back to his previous activity. Shaking her head at her husband, Louisa voiced a simple, "Welcome," before she turned to far more interesting things, which happened to be playing with the various trinkets she happened to be wearing. However, she was very well aware of Caroline's plan of becoming the new Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy and full heartedly supported her sister in this. After all, it was an excellent match; one that society would smile upon, which only gave her more reason to help her sister in any way she possibly could.
Charles, on his part, was glad that Richard had finally arrived as he walked over to the two standing by the doorway. Enthusiastically shaking hands with his new guest, he directly went into greeting Richard. "Lord Alveley! I am glad you were able to come."
Looking at the exuberant younger man with a beguiled gleam in his eyes, Richard glanced at Darcy before he answered, "I can honestly say that I'm glad to be here. Being in Matlock for long periods of time tends to be trying, to say the least."
Seeing Alveley as a means (in her mind, better known as a source of potential jealousy) to an end (which was undoubtedly Darcy), Caroline elegantly strolled over to him. "Lord Alveley, I must heartedly agree with my brother in saying that I'm glad you accepted our invitation. Indeed, it is a pleasure that you have graced us all with your presence."
Knowing full well what she was about (after all, the entire time she spoke, the fluttering of her lashes never once ceased, while her idea of a flirtatious smile remained even after she stopped talking), Richard looked towards his cousin to gauge his reaction. Everything in Darcy's countenance showed no sign of caring in the least! However, being his cousin and knowing him as well as he did, Richard was able to detect the slightest glint of humour within the other's eyes.
Deciding to have a little bit of fun, at Caroline's own expense of course, the former Colonel replied, "I thank you Miss Bingley. If I had as ready a welcome everywhere I went, from a charming young lady, such as yourself, I quite believe that I would be inclined to travel more often."
Her eyes going wide with momentary shock, Caroline tried as best as she could to conceal her reaction. It's such a pity that she didn't know Alveley better than she did, otherwise, she would have realized that he spoke in jest!
Thinking to herself that as he was to inherit a large fortune, estate, and title, she might as well humour his attention. Besides, what sort of hostess would she be if she didn't? And in doing so, she forced a slight blush to creep up her cheeks, as she simpered, "I can't believe that! To think you aren't welcomed with open arms wherever you go. It is insupportable!"
Suppressing his laughter, Darcy threw Richard a look warning him not to continue down this route. Before he could even respond, Charles broke in, stating, "You must forgive Caroline and I for being lax in our duties as your hosts. Please, take a seat and have something to eat..."
"If you don't mind, I would rather go to my room," interrupted Richard. "The trip here from Matlock was..." pausing a moment, "...long."
"Of course! I should have known. Caroline, please show Lord Alveley to his chamber."
Not even bothering to look at her brother, she sweetly smiled at their guest and led the way out of the dining room, side-stepping the string of scurrying servants, who were bringing in the various articles of luggage.
Waggling his brows at his cousin, Richard silently left, following behind his chattering hostess. As a grin passed over his handsome features, Darcy decided to go with Richard and Caroline, to hopefully have a word with the prior. Easily matching his cousin's pace, Darcy quietly said, "You were heading into dangerous waters back there."
"I know," he answered, matching the other's tone. "However, you have to admit that it did make for a very humorous sight."
"You say that now. Wait until she begins to hound you to the ends of the earth, never once taking your hint of a lack of interest as just that."
"Come now! Surely it cannot be all that bad?"
"You're right. It's worse."
Overhearing the last bit of their conversation, Caroline stopped their proceeding and turned to them. With an arched brow, she inquired, "Pray, what cannot be all that bad? And better yet, why is it worse?"
"We were discussing the downfall in people not taking a hint when it is clearly obvious," offered Richard as an answer. Meanwhile, he silently thought that he indeed told her the truth, even if it was not in its entirety.
Being too dense to figure out what he had truly meant, she readily added, "It is such a shame when people grasp for what clearly is not there, holding on in vain, only to look a simpleton wherever they go!"
The irony of her words was not lost upon them, especially where Darcy was concerned. Having to clear his throat to keep from laughing, he told Caroline, "I think this conversation will be better served once my cousin has rested from his journey."
Never being one to disagree with Mr. Darcy, she sickeningly smiled at him as she simpered her agreement. "Of course! If people could be more concerned about others before their own amusement like you, I dare say that society would be far more pleasant than it is." Simply nodding his head, he rolled his eyes once she turned back to lead them to Richard's room.
Slightly cringing, Richard said under his breath, "So I see my previous notion to be entirely wrong."
Remaining quiet for the rest of the way, never paying attention to a single word Caroline uttered about the incompetence of the servants or how she longed to return London, the men were happily relieved when she showed them into the room. They were even more so when she left them alone, even if she made every hesitation to do so.
"I've never been so glad to not see a servant in sight," Richard stated, referring to his hostess's excuse of watching over them, making sure they brought in everything to her personal satisfaction. Falling back onto the bed, he placed his hands over his face, before a muffled, "I don't see how you can abide by her as often as you do," could be heard.
"Practice," came his simple reply.
Sitting up, he said, "Well, in certain ways, I suppose she has to be better than Aunt Catherine."
"In my opinion, anyone is better than her."
"Darcy! I can't believe I just heard you say that," exclaimed the former Colonel with mock disbelief. "Do you not see that she knows what is best for us all?" Not being able to continue, he finally finished with, "Hell, even I don't believe me."
Shaking his head in amusement, Darcy told him, "I think I should leave you. Perhaps rest will return what little sense you can lay claim to."
"I suppose you are right. However," he added, "our aunt has condescended to inform me on more than one occasion that I have never possessed any sense to start with."
"I didn't want to come right out and say it, but since you have, all I can do is completely agree."
Glowering, he muttered, "Traitor."
Grinning in amusement, Darcy left the room, closing the door behind him. Remaining there for a moment, he was extremely glad that Richard was here, but of course, a realisation hit him. With his other cousin, Lady Morgan, coming to join the party in a few days as well, whatever peace Netherfield could claim to have would soon be gone. He knew that he should warn Richard, but found it too tempting to not say a word, since Morgan's arrival would be highly unexpected.
On the other side of the door, Richard looked around his chamber with bored interest as he took off his jacket and shoes. Stretching out onto the bed, he tried in vain to fall asleep, for every time he closed his eyes, he would vividly relive memories that he kept close to his heart. That time in Matlock...the last time he could claim to be close to her...but no, it was all in the past. He had to get over this! But how to go about it exactly? After all, he had tried everything, to no avail. Even trying to engage the attention of other women failed! The entire time, he would make comparisons, noting any similarities before coming to the conclusion they weren't her. No woman would be able to compare to her beauty, kindness, courage, talent, hell! he could continue forever!
Burying his head in his pillows, he let out a groan, wondering when and if he would be able to get over her. He knew that his sanity could now be questioned, for there was little chance his state of agitation could be beneficial!
Giving up on the idea of taking a nap, he grudgingly got up, and prepared himself for what this stay would bring to him.
Chapter Nine ~ Lucas Lodge, October 28, 1811
The members of the Netherfield party made their way towards the Assembly being held at Lucas Lodge, with Mr. and Mrs. Hurst in their own private carriage and the remainder in another.
Richard glanced in Darcy's direction and noted his discomfort. The reason was clearly obvious. Miss Bingley had managed to station herself in the seat next to him, and as the ever-persistent fortune hunter that she was, kept a very close eye on him, attending to his every move with some sort of pretty flattery. It can be rightly assumed that the former Colonel was torn between amusement and pity, but he soon overcame the former.
"Say Darcy," he said, trying to help his cousin, "what of the society found here in Hertfordshire."
Just as Darcy was about to speak, his faithful companion broke in, saying, "Society? Surely you joke Lord Alveley! There is no society to be had out here! This is the country after all, and a very dismal one at that. The rustics found here are dreadful! I would not be surprised in the least if only a handful have ever been to London. Oh! And to think that any of them actually being presented at court or partaking in any of the Season festivities! It is to be laughed at!" She held a triumphant smirk at being able to perfectly relate, in her eyes that is, the insipidness found in Hertfordshire.
"Actually," said Darcy, finally speaking up, "I find the atmosphere here to be quite pleasing. The occupants may be," pausing for the right term, he said, "eccentric, but they are good people. The country does not offer the wide variation of society as town does, that I will agree upon, but there are many more pleasures to be had here that could not be found there." A sly grin formed on his lips as he could distinguish Caroline's shocked expression. Yet, he could not help but to also add, "And I feel that I must remind you that our host for this evening, Sir William Lucas, has in fact, been presented at court, by virtue of his knighthood."
Quickly covering up her error with him, she said, "You misunderstand my meaning, Mr. Darcy."
"Did I?" he asked in an innocent tone.
"Yes, you did. I did not mean to make the country sound bad. Indeed! The country is very pleasant, and I believe, no, I know that Derbyshire is the best by far!"
"That's if you prefer untamed peaks and wild shrubbery," said Bingley, finally speaking up in an indecipherable tone. It had been his hope to end the conversation by subtly slighting his friend, but this hope was immediately destroyed.
"Derbyshire is far more than untamed peaks and wild shrubbery, as you put it Charles!"
"If it is, it will be news to me." Looking at his sister for a moment in contemplation, he asked, "Tell me Caroline, what other splendours are to be found there, if you are so determined to defend it?"
Her eyes slightly narrowed as she began to wonder what her brother was about. After all, didn't he want her to look good in Darcy's eyes? "I am not even sure where to begin." Seeing that he wouldn't take that for an answer, she continued with, "Very well. Derbyshire is one of the few counties where the natural beauty of the environment has been virtually undisturbed, allowing the scenery to be delightful!"
"Ah, so with that, you have just eloquently restated what I have previously said," observed Bingley.
Richard lightly coughed to cover up his laughter. Darcy, on the other hand, furrowed his brows in concern, wondering what had gotten into his friend. Seeing the look, Bingley asked, "Something wrong, Darce?"
"I was just wondering if there was something bothering you."
"Why would you think that?"
Shaking his head, Darcy slowly replied, "No particular reason. You just seem a bit distracted."
Merely shrugging, Bingley said without any sign of emotion, "Thank you for your concern, but it was ill founded." With that, he turned his gaze to the passing scenery, ignoring the inquiring looks he was receiving.
Darcy looked at his friend for a mere moment before he decided to let the matter drop; for now, that is. They would soon be reaching the Lucas' and he didn't want to upset Bingley more than he already seemed to be. After all the years of being acquainted with the man, he knew when the other was bothered, but the why was the question.
Fortunately for Bingley, the carriage pulled up the drive and soon came to a halt, with the door being opened by a servant. Bounding out, he assisted Caroline and escorted her inside, leaving Richard and Darcy behind. He even went as far as to overlook the glare his sister was giving him, since, after all, it had been her intention of being on Mr. Darcy's arm when they entered into what she considered to be a nouveau riche estate.
Watching Bingley walk off, Richard arched his brows, as if in question, to his cousin, and received a shrug for an answer. Yet, before he could say anything, he turned his head towards Hurst, as he, with Louisa on his arm, came up to the two cousins.
"I can almost guarantee you both that this will be a damned tedious waste of an evening," bellowed the gentleman. "I only hope that these Lucases know a fine vintage and actually serve one to their guests!"
Louisa looked at her husband briefly before she gave a nonchalant flick of her wrist. "Well, I can almost guarantee that they wouldn't know anything about vintages, yet alone if it's fine. But I have to agree with you, dear, this will prove to be a waste of an evening. Why Charles insisted on us coming as well is beyond me. If you ask me, it was completely inconsiderate of him to accept on our behalf, without even consulting with us. A total lack of disregard for us!"
Calmly patting her hand, Hurst said, "It cannot be undone now. We can now only grin and bear it as best as we can. Perhaps, if we're really lucky, some occasion will arise and we'll be freed early from the hell we're about to endure."
"That's unlikely to happen."
Having heard everything that passed between husband and wife, Richard thought with a wry grin, 'What a charming pair those two make.' With a slight turn of his head, he whispered to Darcy, "Are those two always like that?"
Matching the hushed tone, he answered, "No. They're usually worse."
Slightly cringing, Richard said in turn, "I feel sorry for society."
A grin began to tug at Darcy's mouth, but he managed to suppress it. "Shall we go in now?" he asked when the Hursts had finally reached them.
With a snort full of disdain, Hurst said, "We might as well. The sooner we get this over with, the better." He then brushed past the cousins, leading his wife inside.
Looking after the two, Richard looked back at Darcy and gave him an over-exaggerated bow. There was a twinkle of mirth in his eyes as he said, "Please sir, after you."
Darcy rolled his eyes at his cousin's antics as he walked off, leaving him behind. He was soon able to hear footsteps following behind him thereafter, and was able to feel the other's amused grin prodding into his back. "Will you ever grow up?" he finally asked, in an even tone.
"I will, when you learn to have fun."
Before he could defend his accused inability to have fun, servants approached them, requesting to take their greatcoats, hats, and any other items they wished to part with for the evening. After being directed in the appropriate direction, they made their way to where the party was proceeding. However, as soon as they entered the room, they saw an irritated Hurst, and just as soon found out the reason.
An exuberant older gentleman, who he soon found to be a Sir William Lucas through introduction, greeted Richard. Eyeing his cousin in an amused manner, he continued down the line, greeting and being introduced in turn.
Darcy, on his part, merely nodded to each in the friendliest fashion he could force himself to. His mind was far from the party, and with the way things were looking, it wouldn't return anytime soon. Yet, just as he was about to find some corner to spend the rest of the evening in, his eyes met Elizabeth's from across the spacious room. He wasn't sure what was behind the look she sent his way and didn't dream of trying to decipher it. With all his years of dealing with the opposite sex, he had come to learn that there was never any certainty, even when they professed their earnest honesty to him.
However, he soon saw Bingley approach her and begin a conversation. He couldn't help but notice the animation she had when she talked; the gleam of her eyes, the delight in her smile, the liveliness of her countenance. It all confirmed that she was having a pleasant time talking to his friend, and for the life of him, he tried to not feel envious, but couldn't help himself!
Being an observant person, Richard witnessed Darcy's change in countenance. The reason, which became quite obvious to him, made him feel slightly puzzled. Surely, Darcy couldn't have fallen for some country lass, especially after so short an acquaintance, or could he? He decided to would test his theory sometime during the evening. In the mean time, he would watch Darcy and the unknown lady when he was permitted to.
Having espied Elizabeth when he first entered the room, Bingley made his way over to her, after successfully excusing himself from his benevolent hosts and sister. "Miss Bennet," he said with a friendly tone and a smile to match, "it is a pleasure to see you again. I trust you and your family have been well."
"Thank you Mr. Bingley, we have been. I hope everyone at Netherfield has also been well."
"Yes, thank you, we have been. Since we last met, we have had an addition to our party: Lord Alveley, who happens to be Mr. Darcy's cousin." He strove not to reveal his anxiety when mentioning Darcy's name. His purpose in mentioning Darcy was to see Elizabeth's reaction and was happy when there had been none.
However, Bingley couldn't have known that when Elizabeth heard Darcy's name, her curiosity was awakened, since she had yet to find out what happened during the evening of the Meryton Assembly. Deciding not to think about this at present, she asked, "Is Lord Alveley very much like his cousin?"
"I have had a limited acquaintance with Alveley, but from what I have seen, he is a skilled conversationalist, with the readiness and ease of a well-bred man. He has a very pleasant disposition," however, before Bingley was allowed to continue the man himself interrupted.
"Bingley, you portray me in a very kind light! I had no idea I left such a good impression on you." Richard then turned his sights on Elizabeth, and with a warm smile, he continued. "My apologies for interrupting this way, but I couldn't resist when my ego was being inflated with such rapidity."
As her attention was turned to the newcomer, Elizabeth didn't witness Bingley's cross expression at being interrupted. What she did notice, however, was that latter had every appearance of a gentleman. He looked to be thirty and would be considered plain had not his apparent good humour and spirited smile been evident. She did admit that his hazel eyes and lean, muscular build only increased his potential of being considered handsome.
With a smile, she asked, "Am I to assume you are Lord Alveley?"
"Guilty as charged," he replied, his smile never wavering. "Am I to be informed as to whom you are, or will I need to badger Bingley here into giving me an introduction?" The teasing in his tone could not be overlooked.
Knowing full well he had to introduce them now, Bingley vaguely said, "Alveley, this is Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Miss Bennet, Lord Alveley."
"Bingley, try to restrain your enthusiasm! The night is young, you'll need some for later on," Richard said jestingly. Taking on a more serious attitude, he said to Elizabeth, "It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Bennet."
Nevertheless, luck was to be on Bingley's side this evening, for the moment at least, as Sir William approached the group with the express purpose of wanting to introduce his new acquaintance to everyone in the room.
"Ah! Lord Alveley," exclaimed Sir William, "I would feel negligent in my duties as a host if I didn't introduce you to all the principal occupants here!" Seeing Richard nod in acquiescence, he didn't waste a moment, as if he was in fear of the other disappearing right before his eyes.
Watching Richard get dragged off, a wide grin spread across Bingley's face as he returned to the conversation he and the lovely young lady before him were having. There was no way he was going to gamble his possible future happiness again. Not now. Not after he learned his lesson last season with Lady Jennifer Bishop falling in love with Darcy.
Charlotte Lucas watched Mr. Darcy peculiarly, almost as if she wasn't able to make out what sort of person he was. This was only furthered when she noticed him glancing in the direction of her friend and his. What was the attraction of those two? Could it be that he held some regard for her pretty friend? Or was it that he didn't approve of his friend's open regard for the lady? Either way, Charlotte meant to find out, and to that end walked up to him and said, "Mr. Darcy, it is good to see you again. I hope you are enjoying yourself." She frowned when she received only a slight nod of the head for an answer, but she was not to be discouraged!
"I see that Mr. Bingley is having a pleasant time."
"Bingley can turn any situation into a pleasant one. His disposition is one that makes him able to enjoy anything," he answered.
"So I take it that you do not find enjoyment quite so readily?"
"I find enjoyment where it is to be had."
Again, a slight frown covered her face, but she quickly hid it. "But surely life would be more enjoyable if you weren't so persistent in being so set against it."
Vaguely hearing her words, he turned and looked at her for the first time, when he realised the implication behind what she said. "I am not set against life," he said in earnest. "I am just being realistic by not letting pleasure come in the way of things of greater import."
"You both make good arguments," said Mr. Bennet, joining them. He had meant to pass, but after hearing their conversation, found it too tempting not to enter it. "Life cannot be lived with the mere pursuit of happiness: If everyone were to act in such a way, society as we know it would be in ruins. Yet, there is the other side of it. If one were not to engage in folly from time to time, it would make life an incredible bore." There was a twinkle of humour in his eyes with a barely perceivable grin to match.
"I trust you will be the negotiator for the evening," asked Darcy, with a matching imperceptible grin.
Laughing at the younger man's question, Mr. Bennet answered, "I am not so sure about that, but for this particular case I will be. I have seen more than one person in my life lose track of one while they were chasing the other." Here, he gave a small shake of his head, as he thought of his own folly in his choice of wife. There had been no reason behind it, save that she had been a very pretty face. Over time, he had come to realise his mistake, but by then, it was too late to do anything about it.
Charlotte looked sympathetically towards Mr. Bennet, as she understood the meaning behind his words. Yet, she was still determined to only marry for her own personal comfort, rather than love.
Charlotte observed Mary approach, with her sheets of music neatly tucked under her arm, and was able to guess what the girl wanted. Before the other could even say a word, Charlotte motioned for Mary to follow her, and soon, the instrument was opened.
Sitting down, Mary placed her music out before her on the stand and adjusted her spectacles. As she began to play, it became apparent to everyone that she had neither genius nor taste. Even though vanity had given her application, it had also given her a pedantic air and conceited manner, which would have injured a higher degree of excellence than she had reached.
Mr. Bennet looked at his daughter for a moment before he redirected his attention back to Mr. Darcy, not even listening to half a song. Fortunately, the string of concertos was to end when Lydia sidled up to Mary, requesting she play music that wasn't so dull. After some argument from both, the latter was soon persuaded into fulfilling the request.
Darcy watched as Mr. Bennet walked off with a sardonic smile and went back to his occupation of old, which was observing Bingley and Miss Bennet. Unfortunately, Darcy was not to be permitted this for long, as after a few minutes passed, Sir William walked up to him with Richard in tow.
"Mr. Darcy," said the rather exuberant host, "I could not help but notice you standing here all by yourself!" He then eyed the group at the other end of the room, who was partaking in a reel. Seeing this as an opening for conversation, he continued. "What a charming amusement for young people this is! There is nothing like dancing after all. I consider it as one of the first refinements of polished societies."
"I believe my cousin will not agree with you on this point," offered Richard.
"Really? That surprises me."
"It has come to be my opinion," said Darcy, "that it also has the advantage of being in vogue amongst the less polished societies of the world. Every savage can dance."
With a grin, Richard remained silent. He was not purposely trying to find humour at Sir William's expense, but then when someone put himself in the open as such, it really could not be helped. And he assumed, correctly, that Sir William was one that brought ridicule upon him continually, which only made Richard come to the resolution to think no more on the matter and to simply watch.
This answer did not dampen Sir William's mood as he smiled in response. "I do not doubt that you are adept in the science yourself."
"You saw me dance at Meryton, I believe, sir."
"Yes indeed, and received no inconsiderable pleasure from the sight. Do you often dance at St. James's?"
"Never, sir."
"Do you not think it would be a proper compliment to the place?"
"It is a compliment that he never pays to any place if he can avoid it," said Richard, answering for his cousin. To this, he received an arched brow, as if in question. "Come now Darce! You know very well how you are in society."
With silence falling over the three gentlemen, each waited in turn for the others to say something, but when it became obvious that no one was going to offer anything, Sir William decided to do something gallant as he saw Kitty approaching them.
Calling out to her, he said, "My dear Miss Catherine, why are you not dancing?-Lord Alveley, you must allow me to present this young lady to you as a very desirable partner. You cannot refuse to dance, I am sure, when so much beauty is before you."
Richard smiled at Kitty as he accepted her hand, "Of course, Sir William."
Seeing her hesitate, he teasingly said, "Don't worry; I don't bite."
Kitty smiled and laughed when he gave her a playful wink. She accepted his arm and they both soon joined the set at the other end of the room.
This simple move pleased Sir William to no extent. "Dancing seems to be a proficient art in your family, Mr. Darcy," he noted with a smile.
To this, Darcy couldn't help but feel that their conversation was beginning to go in circles, even though this time around, it was slightly different. "I am not one to judge whether a dancer is skilled or not."
Not allowing the other's persistent disinterest to bother him, Sir William continued. "He and Miss Kitty are a well-matched pair. They move with such ease and alacrity through the set that it almost seems as if they dance this particular reel regularly!"
The beginning of his statement was what caught Darcy's attention, but he didn't let it show. He would be sure to have a little talk with Richard, warning him of what Sir William had said. Other than that, he would do nothing. His cousin was a grown man, and the fact that Richard was older than him was not lost upon Darcy.
And so they continued for quite sometime, with Sir William trying to lure Darcy into a conversation, with the latter trying to avoid being dragged into one. However, when Darcy saw Caroline alone across the room, he abruptly said, "If you will excuse me, Sir Lucas," and left before the other could say a word.
Caroline was a very observant woman, and even more so when Mr. Darcy was in the room, so it can be rightly assumed that she did indeed notice his approach. This was only further proven to be the case when she said to him, before he had even fully reached her side, "Mr. Darcy, I have grieved over the loss of your conversation this evening." Her spirits were not dampened when he only nodded in response. "I suppose you have spoiled me to the pleasures of intellectual conversation, for I greatly fear there is none to be had here at all! The insipidness of this particular county is becoming more apparent with every passing moment."
To this, Darcy gave her a bored look. "You are determined to find no pleasure here in Hertfordshire then?"
"I thought you more than anyone would agree with me," she hotly replied, but soon remembered with whom she was conversing. Replacing her tone with an amused one, she continued. "Come now, Mr. Darcy. We are two people and are thus entitled to our own opinions. Mine happens to be that this," she looked around the room in disgust, "place is highly unsuitable for my tastes. As for you, I am not entirely clear what you find this county to be." She noted his look towards Miss Bennet. "Perhaps it's all too clear now."
"Miss Bingley, you have me at a loss."
"Then let me clarify," she said with a forced smile. "It seems to me that the only reason why you find this county to be anything but lacking is because of one particular Miss present here. Tell me, when am I to wish you joy?"
"I am not entirely surprised to hear you say that. A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment."
"Well, if you are not serious, I shall let the matter entirely drop; but may I remind you that if you are, you will have a charming mother-in-law who will always be at Pemberley with you."
He listened to her with perfect indifference while she chose to entertain herself in this manner; and as his composure convinced her that all was safe, her wit flowed long.