| An Earlier Understanding Section II |
| PART V Darcy breathed a sigh of relief as he exited the parlor. Another minute with that woman speaking ill of my Elizabeth and I would strangled her! The thought of his beloved, however, put him out of his ill humor quickly. My Elizabeth, he thought with a smile. Oh, what I would give to make her my Elizabeth! How long must I wait for her to love me? He entered his chamber and began untying his cravat. I wish I had Fitzwilliam or Georgiana here to counsel me. They always know what to say! But I cannot invite anyone without first talking to Bingley, and I wouldn�t dare bring Georgiana here with Wickham in the neighborhood. I wonder if I could get rid of him somehow� After much thought, Darcy resolved to ask Bingley if he could invite his cousin and sister to Netherfield, and to pay a visit to Colonel Forrester the next day. As was typical for him of late, Darcy dreamed of Elizabeth that night. He would dream of them dancing, talking, laughing� but this night, his dreams followed a different path. They were married, and he was carrying her into Pemberley. She looked at him lovingly as he opened the door to the master bedroom and gently put her down on the large four-poster bed. He reached down to touch her face, pushing aside wayward curls as he did so. At last he kissed her, and she kissed back with a passion that only caused his fire to burn hotter. He pushed the nightgown down her shoulder� An ill-timed knock on the door interrupted this wonderful dream, and Darcy groaned as he rolled over. �Who is it, and why in bloody hell are you knocking on my door at this hour?� he called out angrily. A meek servant�s voice was heard from the other side of the door. �Excuse me sir, but you asked to be called when Mr. Bingley was, and he is now preparing to leave. Do you wish to be called later?� Darcy cursed under his breath. �No, no, this is fine. I had not realized that it was already so late. Thank you, tell Bingley I shall be up directly.� He rose and dressed quickly, knowing Bingley would be in a rush to leave. Both men left their rooms at the same moment. �Darcy! Good morning! Is it not the most delightful morning you have ever seen?� Darcy laughed at his friend�s exaggeration. �Yes, Bingley, I suppose it is a lovely morning. You will have pleasant weather for your journey. Em� speaking of journeys, I was hoping you would oblige me a small favor.� �Anything!� �Would you give me your permission to invite Colonel Fitzwilliam and Georgiana to come to Netherfield? He is to have leave for Christmas, and I am certain that Georgiana would love to see all of you for the holidays.� Bingley smiled widely. �Of course, of course! The more the merrier, I always say! Why, if you wish, I can bring Georgiana myself from London.� �Thank you Bingley, I shall write her a letter informing her, and you can call on the house to deliver it to her if that is agreeable to you.� He agreed, the letter was written, and Bingley was on his merry way. The second letter was written to Colonel Fitzwilliam, but Darcy decided to take it into Meryton himself on his way to see Colonel Forrester. Near the militia�s camp, Darcy noticed a small, dark tavern. Humph, that is just the sort of place the scoundrel would frequent! He stepped inside with not a little disgust, and strode up to the proprietor, who was quite surprised to see such a man in his shop. �Yes, sir, �ow may I �elp ye?� he asked Darcy eagerly. �You may give me some information, Mr�.� �Bell, sir, the name�s Bell.� �Mr. Bell. Does a man named Wickham, one of them militia officers, frequent your establishment?� The man snorted. �Aye, that �e does, and has one of the biggest tabs in town. Always gamblin and rough-housin too. Must have 800 or more pounds of debt over �is �ead.� Darcy smiled. �Yes, I imagined as much. Mr. Bell, I have a long history with this man. He has done my family much wrong, and I wish nothing more than to have him out of this neighborhood so he cannot others. Would you be willing to close your shop and come with me? I will, of course, make up the cost of your lost business.� �Certainly, sir, if it will get one more scoundrel out of Meryton!� Bell pushed his few customers out and locked up the tavern, and the two men walked towards the militia camp. They were shown to Colonel Forrester�s house at the edge of it, and Darcy left his name with the servant. Colonel Forrester came down almost immediately. �Mr. Darcy, you do me great honor sir. How may I be of service to you?� �Colonel Forrester, I have come to warn you about one of your officers. Mr. Wickham, sir, is the man of whom I speak. I have a long history with him, and he has done me great wrong.� Darcy elaborated, telling the same tale he had told Elizabeth, but omitting the part involving Georgiana, saying only, �In addition, he has been known to attempt the seduction of more than one young lady of fortune, thankfully being intercepted before he was able to succeed. In addition to these sins, he is also an infamous gambler, and runs up tremendous debts everywhere he goes. This gentleman is Mr. Bell, owner of the tavern down the street, and he can tell you of the debts Mr. Wickham has incurred in Meryton.� Bell told Colonel Forrester about the bar tab and the gambling debts of which he had knowledge, and added that he had heard tell of more in neighboring villages. Colonel Forrester asked them to produce a list of creditors so he could verify their information; Darcy left, and within an hour had returned with nearly a dozen men claiming a debt from Wickham. In all, the man owed nearly 2000 pounds to taverns and gamers in Meryton alone. Furious, Colonel Forrester had a servant call Wickham to see him. Darcy politely asked to be excused, as his presence may create an unpleasant scene, so he waited in the library while Wickham had his audience. Wickham was unable to defend himself against the charges placed at his door, and in the end it was decided that he should give up his commission, settle his affairs, and quietly leave Meryton by the following sunset. Darcy came back to the parlor after Wickham�s departure, and offered to settle the scoundrel�s debts, an offer that was eagerly accepted by Wickham�s creditors. Darcy bowed, thanked Colonel Forrester for his help, then left to find Wickham himself. A quarter of an hour later, Darcy found himself knocking on the door of a shabby apartment in a nearby inn. A bewildered Wickham opened the door and let him in. �Darcy! I should have known�you had a hand in my sudden disgrace, didn�t you?� Darcy spoke without minimum regard to the question asked. �I have written to my cousin, Mr. Wickham. He is to find you a commission in a northern regiment. You should be resettled by the close of the year. I have also found a place for you to stay in London in the interim; here is the address. Good day sir.� He bowed curtly and turned to leave. �Why are you doing this Darcy? Why such haste to have me gone? Are you concerned about your darling Elizabeth?� At these words, Darcy turned. �Ah, hit a sore spot have I? Yes, she is quite a girl isn�t she? I fancied a tumble with her myself, and I daresay I would have succeeded had you not interfered as you always do.� �Indeed, sir, you are quite mistaken, and on two accounts,� Darcy replied coolly. �For one thing, I am quite sure that Miss Bennet is not the sort of young woman who takes �tumbles� with men such as you; and I am not doing this for her sake, but for my own. I cannot stand the sight of you, and as I intend on staying in the neighborhood for quite some time, I do not wish to have to keep seeing you. Therefore, I have done everything in my power to change the circumstance. Fortunately for me, you are so accomplished at being an utter scoundrel that I do not have to create any falsehoods to sully your character. However, you know better than anyone that I am not an evil man, and do not wish to see you desperate; therefore I have procured a new position for you, and the lodgings in London are paid for until you go north. After that, I wash my hands of you forever, Wickham, and you must fend for yourself. All connection between us is now dissolved. Good day.� Again he bowed, and walked out of the room, leaving Wickham speechless. Darcy chuckled to himself. What a knack I have had lately for leaving people speechless! Quite satisfied with himself, Darcy whistled as he rode back to Netherfield. Wickham could not be so happy. His plans were thrown into turmoil; he would have to work much faster with Lydia Bennet now, but with his reputation blackened it was unlikely that he would be admitted into her society. Unless I get to her before the news spreads� He jumped up, grabbed his coat, and ran out the door. Back at Longbourne� �Oh Kitty, wasn�t Wickham dashingly handsome yesterday? I believe he is the handsomest man in the regiment, even more than Denny!� Lydia sighed. �Yes, he is the picture of what a young man should be,� replied Kitty dreamily. Lizzy eyed them sternly. �Do not look at us like that Lizzy! I know you preferred Wickham yourself, before Mr. Darcy started paying his attentions to you!� Lizzy blushed. �You are deceived Lydia. I did find him to be pleasant,� at this Lydia smirked, �but I have since learned things about Mr. Wickham�s character that caused me to form a different opinion of him. I promise you, he is not the amiable young man he pretends to be.� Lydia was unfazed. �The only difference I have noticed is that he has stopped calling on you. I hardly call that a character flaw!� The younger girls giggled at Lydia�s cleverness, but Lizzy silenced them with a glare. �I am quite glad that he has not come to call on me, Lydia. I would not wish him back again.� Curious, Kitty asked, �And why not Lizzy? You must admit that he is handsome and charming� why would you not wish his attentions?� Lizzy sighed. �Looks and charm are not everything, Kitty, and when accompanied by infamous character, they are nothing at all. I cannot tell you the details, but I know of some very shocking actions in his not-so-distant past which make me very glad that he does not come around Longbourne anymore.� Her sisters were about to press her for more when Hill opened the door, announcing Mr. Wickham himself. The ladies immediately jumped up. Wickham seemed uncomfortable when he saw Elizabeth, but managed to smile. �Hello ladies! I hope I am not interrupting your work.� Elizabeth put down her embroidery. �Not at all sir. In fact, we were just talking about you.� She raised an eyebrow, making her meaning clear. He, however, managed a weak smile and pretended not to understand. �Well, what a coincidence! Nothing too awful I hope.� With this comment he winked at Lydia, who happily smiled back at him. �Of course not Mr. Wickham! I am glad you are come to call. Will you not stay for tea?� His expression darkened. �Alas, I am afraid that my call must be brief. I have come to take my leave of you all. I have been transferred to another regiment, and leave tomorrow to take that commission.� Elizabeth was surprised, but relieved, at this declaration; Kitty was confused, still unsure of what to think of him; Lydia looked positively dejected. �Oh Wickham, must you leave us? You shall break all our hearts, I�m sure!� Mary muttered something about infinitely preferring a book to Mr. Wickham�s charms, but was ignored as usual. �Yes, Miss Bennet, I�m afraid I must. Duty and honor call me to the north, and I am not the sort of man to ignore either one.� He glanced quickly at Elizabeth, who merely arched an eyebrow again. �So, much as it pains me, I must say goodbye to all of my dear Hertfordshire friends.� He turned first to Kitty, kissing her hand and bowing, then in turn to Mary, Elizabeth, and finally Lydia. When he took Lydia�s hand, he inconspicuously slipped a small piece of paper into it, then bent to kiss it and gave her a wink. She was surprised, but was discreet about the note. Finally he bowed to all of them and left. �Well,� said Lydia with a pout, �I hope you are satisfied Lizzy. He is leaving us.� �Yes, I am satisfied. I am quite glad that we shall be deprived of his company!� With a huff, Lydia ran out of the room, grateful for the pretense allowing her to go read her note in privacy. She opened it as she hastened up the stairs, nearly knocking over Jane, who was coming down. �What do you have there Lydia?� �Oh, nothing at all, just a note from Harriet,� she stammered in reply, then hurried to her room and closed the door. Jane walked into the drawing room, confused. �Lizzy, when did Lydia get a letter from Mrs. Forrester?� Jane asked innocently. �Mrs. Forrester? She didn�t that I know of�� Eyes widening in realization, Elizabeth threw down her embroidery and ran after Lydia, who was eagerly reading Wickham�s note. My dearest Lydia, There is one lady in Hertfordshire I shall be very loathe to part from, and that is you my love. I cannot bear the thought of leaving you. I beg you to meet me in front of Bell�s Tavern this evening at 5. If you will go with me to Gretna Green, I would be the happiest man in the world! Eternally yours, George Wickham Lydia sighed; what a romantic notion, to elope with the man she loved! What a surprise it would be to everyone when they noticed her gone, only to return days later as Mrs. Wickham! She giggled at the notion, then began to prepare her things for leaving. Suddenly there was a knock on her door and Elizabeth burst in. �Lydia! What did Mr. Wickham give you?� Lydia paled. �Mr. Wickham?� she replied, hastily putting her arm behind her back. �Why, Mr. Wickham did not give me anything. I do not know what you are speaking of Lizzy.� �Lydia, I know he gave you something. Let me see it.� �Leave me be Lizzy! You are just envious of me because he has paid me special attention instead of you.� This attempt at diversion, however, was wasted on Elizabeth, who reached behind Lydia and snatched the note from her hand. Lydia whined and carried on, trying to get it back, but Elizabeth kept her at away and ran down the stairs to the drawing room. To her surprise, Darcy had joined her sisters there, and all eyes turned her as she ran in breathless. �Mr. Darcy!� she exclaimed. He gave her a questioning look. �Good morning Miss Bennet. Have you been� exercising?� She blushed. �I suppose you could call it that.� �LIZZY! GIVE ME MY LETTER BACK!� Lydia cried as she ran in after Lizzy. Seeing Mr. Darcy she stopped dead. �What are you doing here?� Ignoring her rudeness, he bowed politely. �Good morning Miss Lydia. I have come at the request of Miss Bingley. She wishes to invite your eldest sisters to Netherfield for tea.� Elizabeth wondered at being included in Miss Bingley�s invitation. �Thank you Mr. Darcy, we would be happy to join you,� Jane replied. �Yes, thank you,� Elizabeth added, then as an afterthought, �Excuse me for a moment, sir, I must speak to Jane privately. He bowed again, and the two ladies left the room. �Jane, I must show you this letter. It is from Wickham to Lydia!� They read the note, shocked by its contents. �We must show this to father at once, Lizzy!� Mr. Bennet was as displeased with the note as they were, and immediately called Lydia in to speak with her. Jane and Elizabeth returned to the drawing room much relieved. �Ladies, I hope this is not a bad time. I can return later, or send the carriage back for you.� �Thank you sir. I fear that I must turn down your invitation today. There has been an unexpected problem, and I would rather stay home. But Jane can go with you, I am sure.� �No Lizzy, I would rather stay here as well. Please send my apologies to Miss Bingley, sir. I will call on her another time.� Darcy was concerned, but nodded his assent. �Very well Miss Bennet. I will convey your message.� Jane curtsied and returned to the library. Darcy then turned to Elizabeth. �Miss Bennet, would you humor me with a short walk in the garden?� She agreed and showed him out. Once outside he spoke again. �Miss Bennet, I have some news. I spoke with Colonel Forrester today, and he has decided to send Mr. Wickham away.� She turned to him with a startled expression. �It seems that Mr. Wickham has once again buried himself in debts and improper behavior, disgracing himself and the regiment. Another commission is being procured for him in the north, and his debts are being covered here, but he is to leave Meryton by tomorrow evening. I thought you should know, since you and he have been friends,� he finished nervously. �Mr. Darcy, I have not considered him a friend since you told me of his dealings with you. I am quite glad to hear that he is to leave, though I am not sure that he deserves the kindness you have bestowed on him.� She silenced his protest. �Do not think me so innocent as to believe that anyone else would have found him a new position and paid his debts.� He smiled, but frowned again when he saw her worried countenance. �You do not seem happy Miss Bennet.� �You are very perceptive sir,� she laughed. �Indeed, it seems that Mr. Wickham has made one more attempt at vengeance, but this time towards me. He came to take his leave just before you arrived. I noticed that he paid particular attention to Lydia, which seemed peculiar�� She related the rest of the story and told him of the contents of Wickham�s letter to Lydia. He stopped walking and clenched his fists, his face red with anger. �The villain! How dare he try to sully your family in this way!� �Please calm yourself sir. I intercepted the letter and took it to my father, who will be sure to keep Lydia under lock and key until Wickham is gone. Jane and I will stay with her to make sure she does not leave, which is why we cannot join you for tea.� He expressed his understanding, but still seemed disappointed. �I must admit surprise at being included in Miss Bingley�s invitation, actually,� she said lightheartedly. �Yes, well� Miss Bingley�s invitation was for you sister,� he admitted. �Your inclusion is my own.� He looked at her meaningfully, but could not bring himself to say the words he so desperately wanted to say. �Miss Bennet� I� sincerely value your friendship.� FRIENDSHIP?! What the hell are you about Darcy? he berated himself. Elizabeth seemed a bit disappointed, but rallied. �I value your friendship as well Mr. Darcy. I am sorry that I cannot save you from Miss Bingley�s company today. Please be sure to send our apologies.� �Yes, I shall. I should go. Please give my regards to your family. Goodbye.� He bowed and returned to the carriage, leaving Elizabeth slightly confused at his intentions. He cursed himself the whole way to Netherfield. Friendship? I value your friendship? Darcy, you are an idiot! He barely saw anything as he blazed the path to his room, stopping only when he heard Caroline�s voice calling him. �Mr. Darcy? Ah, there you are, I thought I heard you return. Where is dear Jane?� �Miss Bennet sends her regrets, Miss Bingley, but she cannot join you today. A family emergency keeps her at home. She will call on you as soon as possible. Excuse me.� Before she could reply, he turned on his heel and left the room, muttering under his breath. Caroline was quite put out; her plans for the day were dashed, and Mr. Darcy seemed in no mood to talk with her. She resigned herself to spending another day terribly bored and wished her silly brother had never decided to come to Hertfordshire. Darcy, meanwhile, had turned his thoughts back to Wickham. Trying to do it again, eh old fellow? Won�t you be disappointed to know that you failed again? He laughed to himself. Perhaps you should try girls a bit closer to your own age, George! He could not maintain such good humor for long, however. He knew enough of Wickham�s cunning to realize that he would not simply let Lydia Bennet go, whatever purpose he had for her. I had better go watch him. He will be terribly disappointed when I show up instead of Lydia won�t he? Allowing himself one last chuckle at Wickham�s expense, Darcy then prepared himself to leave again. �Mr. Darcy! Surely you cannot be going out again?� whimpered Caroline. �Unfortunately I must Miss Bingley. There is a matter of business that just came up and I must go to Meryton. Please forgive me, but I will not be back for tea. Good day.� Again he left her before she could protest. Caroline was now growing angry at this rude behavior from the usually-polite Mr. Darcy. She could only attribute it to the influence of Eliza Bennet, and this made her even angrier. That hussy! Why does he insist on spending so much time with her? Pouting, she went to the music room and contented herself with the knowledge that she, at least, was a true proficient on the pianoforte. Bell�s Tavern, later that day� Wickham whistled merrily as he carefully primped himself. I will convince Lydia that we are to elope to Gretna Green, take her to London, have my way with her, then leave her and go north. Her reputation will be sullied, her family will be ruined, and I will be long gone. With any luck, I will leave her with child! He laughed at the thought as he descended into the tavern. He walked out the door just past 5, still laughing. Suddenly his laughter was cut short and he paled at the sight before him; not Lydia, bag in tow, ready to elope; but Darcy, looking especially severe. �What the devil are you doing here?!� �You dare to ask?� Darcy replied. �There has been a change in plans Wickham. You are leaving tonight.� With a slight wave of his hand, several officers appeared behind him. Wickham struggled, but they were able to tie his hands and lead him to a carriage. �Get him out of my sight!� The carriage began rolling away. �Damn you Darcy! Damn you! I will not forget this!� Darcy shook his head, deciding that he had better write a new letter to his cousin canceling his previous request for a new commission for Wickham. PART VI Darcy awoke the next morning hopeful that Bingley would return with Georgiana that day; he was not disappointed. Around noon the carriage arrived, and Darcy went out to meet it. �Fitzwilliam!� cried Georgiana. She practically ran into his outstretched arms, a smiling Bingley following close behind her. �It is so lovely to see you Georgiana. I do believe you�ve grown!� he teased. �Bingley,� he turned to his friend to shake his hand. �I hope your business is concluded to your satisfaction.� �Yes, all of that is finished. Now I need only suffer through the interminable wait until the wedding!� Laughing, they all walked into the house. Caroline rushed to meet Miss Darcy. �Oh, dear Georgiana! Oh how lovely you look! I believe you have grown since I saw you last! And I am eager to hear you play on the pianoforte again, for you play so well! Does she not Charles? I am sure I know none so accomplished.� Darcy discreetly rolled his eyes, eager to get his sister out of Miss Bingley�s company. �Excuse us Miss Bingley, but I must show Georgiana to her room. I�m sure she must be tired from her journey.� He bowed and led his sister down the corridor. Once alone, the girl breathed a sigh of relief. �Thank you brother! I always feel so uncomfortable around Miss Bingley; she is so harsh.� Darcy smiled. �Not to worry my dear, if it is up to me, you shall spend very little time around Miss Bingley. In fact, as soon as you are rested from your trip, I would like to take you to the place where I prefer to spend my time of late. It is a small estate called Longbourne, and it is the residence of Bingley�s betrothed, Jane. One of her sisters, Miss Elizabeth, is my particular friend,� he added shyly, and Georgiana noticed the blush on his cheeks. Thinking perhaps that this Elizabeth was more to her brother than just a �particular friend�, Georgiana pressed for more. �What is Miss Elizabeth like? Is she pretty?� She blushed, thinking she had been impertinent. Rather than scolding her, however, her brother only laughed. �I see that you are too smart for me Georgie. Yes, Miss Elizabeth is very pretty. She is one of the handsomest women of my acquaintance, as well as the wittiest and most pleasant. She is intelligent and accomplished, and there is nearly nothing that gives me more pleasure than to hear her on the pianoforte. She does not play as skilfully as you, but she is so carefree and sings with such passion for the music that her technical faults are easily overlooked. I think you shall like her very much� I hope you shall. I certainly do.� A dreamy smile crept onto his face as he stared into nothing. Georgiana cleared her throat to get his attention. �I am sure I will like her if you do. She must be a very special lady for you to think so highly of her.� �When did you get so clever little sister?� Darcy teased. �Again you are right. She is very special; very special indeed.� Finally they reached Georgiana�s door and he showed her in. A maid was called to help her unpack her trunks and Darcy turned to leave. �Fitzwilliam, one moment. Em� once I am unpacked and refreshed, may we call on Miss Elizabeth this afternoon?� Georgiana asked meekly. Her brother was pleased with the suggestion; he had thought of proposing it himself, but thought he might appear too eager. However, if she was the one to suggest it� �Excellent idea! Have the maid show you to the library when you are ready, I will be there.� She nodded her ascent, and he left her to get ready. While Darcy waited for his sister, a letter arrived for him from Colonel Fitzwilliam. Dear Darcy, First of all, please send along my congratulations to Bingley. I am happy to hear that he has found joy. Do I dare hope that you may find someone for yourself soon? Or, if not, perhaps you may find a young lady for me? I look forward to visiting you at Christmas as you suggested, so if you do find some such lady, save her for me this fortnight until I arrive! As to you your request about Wickham, I cannot imagine why you would want me to do such a thing again, but I have put in a few queries and should hear back in a week or two. Would you care to enlighten me as to why you wish to find him yet another position? By the time you are able to respond I shall be on leave, so write to me at Matlock. Yours, etc. Fitzwilliam Darcy pondered his reply for a moment, then penned a brief letter. Dear Fitzwilliam, Disregard my previous note regarding Wickham. Circumstances have changed and the position will no longer be necessary. I will tell you more when you come to Netherfield. Georgiana is arrived this morning, and I daresay we shall be a most pleasant party. Send my regards to my aunt and uncle, and I look forward to seeing you in a fortnight. Darcy As he was finishing his letter, a soft knock announced Georgiana�s arrival. Realizing that he should probably inform her of the Wickham situation, he called her over. �Georgie, there are a few things that have happened here in the past few weeks which I feel I must tell you about before you hear it from elsewhere.� He paused. �It is about George Wickham.� She gasped as her hand flew to her mouth, but she did not say a word. He continued, �Several weeks ago, Richard and I secured a commission for him in a militia, but were not terribly concerned which one nor its quartering locations. As it turned out, he was placed in the ---shire militia, and they are wintering here in Meryton.� Georgiana�s eyes grew wide. �As soon as he discovered that I was here as well he began to spread falsehoods about my dealings with him, mostly that I had not discharged our father�s wish that he would get the living at Kimpton.� Georgiana protested. �But Fitzwilliam, that is not true!� He placed a hand on her shoulder. �I know, dearest. But unfortunately Miss Elizabeth Bennet, his target, did not. And since I had made a very poor impression on her already, she was quite disposed to believe his tales of my knavery.� Now Georgiana looked almost angry. How could she think ill of dear Fitzwilliam? He is the most gentle creature in the world! �Nay, I know what you are thinking sister. But do not judge Miss Bennet too harshly; my behavior towards her at the time was abominable. I cannot think upon it without abhorrence. Before I even met her, I insulted her almost to her face, and was very rude to her on many occasions. I thought myself above my company and was displeased with all I saw. She, however, showed me the error of my ways. Her heart went out to Wickham, not knowing that his stories were false, and she quite justly called me out on what she thought was my cruel behavior. We had a long talk at the Netherfield ball, where I told her the entirety of our family�s connection to Wickham.� �Even last summer?� she asked fearfully. �Yes, even last summer. Do not worry, Georgie. I trust Miss Bennet with my life; she could easily have gossiped the story all over Meryton, but not one word has been breathed of it. You may trust her secrecy; and I know she felt a deep concern for you when she heard of his abuse of you, for she has a most compassionate heart. She has expressed to me a great desire to make your acquaintance and hopes you shall be friends.� His sister relaxed and smiled at this. �Now, where was I? Oh yes� we sorted our misunderstandings, and have been friends since then. The following day I visited Longbourne, and while we were speaking in the garden, Wickham himself showed up. Miss Elizabeth made it very clear that she knew what he was really about and wanted nothing more to do with him. He was visibly affected, and I knew he would wish to exact his revenge. Had he succeeded, his revenge would have been complete indeed, for he attempted a similar plot to the one he used last summer; he convinced one of Miss Elizabeth�s younger sisters, who is but 15 years old, to elope with him.� Poor Georgiana was nearly in tears at this, her heart going out to the other young lady deceived by the rogue. �Fortunately his plot was foiled by Miss Elizabeth�s cleverness, and I was able to get Wickham out through a combination of his enormous debts and his elopement scheme, which became an accusation of a kidnapping plot. He was taken away last night to be tried in London. We will not be seeing him again.� Georgiana now shed tears, but through her sobbing made it clear to her brother that her tears were not for Wickham, lest he should worry that she still fancied herself in love with him. �Oh Fitzwilliam, what you must have endured! You are so good to have saved the young Miss Bennet from that horrible man! And I am so sorry that he stained your good name, you who have shown him nothing but fairness and kindness! Oh my dear brother!� He comforted her as she wept, finally calming her so she was able to speak. �There, there. I am glad that I was the one to tell you. But it is all finished now, and we may enjoy more pleasant society henceforth.� He smiled reassuringly and she followed his example. �Oh dear! I must look a fright! I will go wash my face before we leave to visit Miss Bennet! You may call the carriage Fitzwilliam, I will be ready in just a moment.� She hurried back to her room to freshen up as Darcy went to find Bingley, who was at that moment in the billiard room. �Ah, there you are Bingley! Georgiana wishes to call on Longbourne today, if that is agreeable with you.� Bingley eagerly assented. �I was planning to go anyway. I shall call the carriage at once.� He started to walk out of the room, then paused. �Uh, Darce� do you think I should invite my sisters?� Darcy grimaced. �If you think you must, then do. But since this will only be a brief call, and they do not care to go usually, perhaps it is not necessary?� Bingley agreed, saying they would not all fit in the carriage anyway. He had the carriage prepared and informed Mrs. Hurst of their plans. As expected, she had no wish to call on Longbourne; she was not sure of what Caroline wished to do, but assured her brother that they could amuse themselves at Netherfield for a few hours. This answer was satisfactory for him, and as soon as Georgiana was ready the three of them left for Longbourne. Georgiana was anxious to meet this young lady who seemed to have so captivated her brother, and the gentleman were as always anxious to see their lady loves. Jane and Elizabeth were out in the garden picking flowers when they heard the wheels of a carriage. Wondering who it could be, they went to the front of the house to investigate; the sight made both of them smile. Mr. Bingley was helping Georgiana out of the carriage, and Darcy was stepping out of the other side. Upon seeing Jane, Bingley practically sprinted over to greet her. The Darcys walked more leisurely over to Elizabeth. Darcy bowed. "Miss Bennet, may I present my sister, Georgiana. Georgiana, this is Miss Elizabeth Bennet." The ladies curtsied. "How do you do?" inquired Georgiana softly. Elizabeth could instantly see that Miss Darcy shared her brother's shyness and wished to make her feel at ease. She smiled. "I am very happy to make your acquaintance Miss Darcy. I have heard so much about you." "And I about you," she replied. "I hope we shall become friends; I feel as if I know you already. Your brother tells me that you are fond of music, and play very well." Georgiana blushed modestly. "Oh no, not play very well� I mean, but I am very fond of music. I should dearly love to hear you play and sing. My brother says he has rarely heard anything that gives him more pleasure." Elizabeth gave her a confused look. "So you shall� but I warn you, your brother has grossly exaggerated my talents, no doubt for some mischievous reason of his own," she teased, looking more at Darcy than at Georgiana, who seemed shocked. "Oh no, that could not be true! My brother never exaggerates; he always tells the absolute truth. Though I think that sometimes he is a bit too kind to me." Elizabeth smiled. "An ideal elder brother then." "Oh yes, I could not imagine a better or a kinder one." Both ladies looked at Darcy affectionately, giving him an excuse to join in their conversation. "Miss Bennet, I would never lie to my sister! In truth, your performance on the pianoforte is always a great pleasure for me." "I understand sir; I am a great lover of comedies as well, and love to laugh as well as anyone." "No, no, I am in earnest. Your playing does not amuse me; it delights me, truly. Your voice is so exquisite, and you play with such spirit. Indeed, you do everything with great spirit, I believe." He smiled at her again, completely forgetting himself for a moment. His sister's stifled giggle broke his reverie, but she straightened her face before he could do anything about it. Elizabeth was blushing at his compliments, but still protested that Miss Darcy should not expect great things, as she truly did play very ill. To change the subject, she suggested introducing Miss Darcy to Jane. "Jane, Mr. Bingley, please excuse the interruption, but I would like to introduce you to Mr. Darcy's sister, Miss Georgiana Darcy. Miss Darcy, this is my sister Jane." They curtsied and Jane made several inquiries about her trip from London and how she liked Hertfordshire. Their matching sweet dispositions caused them to like each other immediately, and Georgiana felt at ease in new company for the first time in her life. Jane invited everyone inside for refreshments, still chatting with Georgiana. Elizabeth and Darcy strayed behind. "Mr. Darcy, your sister is a very sweet girl. I am anxious to become better acquainted with her." "I am glad to hear it Miss Bennet. I told her today of what happened here with Wickham, and she was afraid that you would think ill of her for it." "The poor dear! I hope I eased her fears." Darcy smiled. "I am sure you did." Stop staring you blubbering fool! Clearing his throat, he asked, "How fares Miss Lydia? Has she gotten over her disappointment yet?" Elizabeth sighed with frustration "Lydia is still Lydia, I am afraid, although I think the experience has sobered her a bit. When she learned of his disgrace, she at first denied it and called it all a plot against her dear Wickham; but when she heard more of the truth, and that he never intended to marry her, it hit her hard. I do believe she even cried a bit! She is getting over it tolerably well, though, for her disposition, and will be chasing other officers again soon enough I suppose." She rolled her eyes. "I shall never understand their fascination for redcoats!" Darcy laughed. Excellent; then my handsome red-coated cousin will be no challenge for me! "I hope you do not have too great an aversion for them, though. My cousin, Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam, second son of the Earl of Matlock, is to join us in a fortnight. However, if this would be too inconvenient for you, I will retract the invitation immediately." It was now Elizabeth's turn to laugh. "Mr. Darcy, I am quite proud of you! You are learning to tease and laugh nearly as well as I! No, I am sure your cousin's presence will be acceptable, especially if he is young and handsome." Darcy's brow furrowed slightly; Elizabeth blushed. "That is, I am sure that my younger sisters will pay him every courtesy if he is young and handsome. I only require my friends to be able to have good conversation with me," she corrected, unconsciously putting a slight emphasis on the word "friend". His face brightened again and they continued their conversation lightheartedly. He offered his arm to escort her into the house, and he felt the delightful thrill of her touch when she slipped her delicate hand into the crook of his elbow. The pair entered the drawing room as the sandwiches were being served. Mrs. Bennet had gone to Meryton to visit with her sister Mrs. Phillips and Lydia kept to her room, so the house was unusually quiet. This made for a much more comfortable atmosphere, and the afternoon passed happily. One week later Darcy stared out of his chamber window at Netherfield, a pensive smile on his face. Elizabeth and Georgiana were playing with one of the dogs, and it reminded of the time he had seen Elizabeth doing the same thing when she thought herself unobserved. Had I already begun to love her then? Yes, I was completely enamored by her playfulness and innocence. She is so unlike any woman I have ever known. And she has helped Georgiana so much. In truth, Georgiana had uncommonly improved in the last week. She had grown much more comfortable speaking amongst company, and had certainly been smiling more. She particularly enjoyed joining Elizabeth on her morning walks; Elizabeth, being the more accomplished walker, would go to Netherfield and they would tour the park for half an hour. They were always laughing, and Georgiana's cheeks had taken on a permanent glow. Caroline Bingley was horrified at this change, but Darcy was very much relieved. The two women he loved most in his life had become friends. Georgiana had even gone so far as to tell him that she approved of "Lizzy" very much, and that she had always wished for a sister. Who would have imagined it? Georgie actually teasing me! He chuckled at the thought. Dear Elizabeth, you are a God-send to both Darcys! He looked again out the window, but this time with a frown as he saw the storm clouds gathering in the sky above. It had been gray for most of the morning, but now the sky was blackening quickly. I shall call the ladies in before they get stuck in the rain, he resolved. Fleeting images of a soaking wet Elizabeth went through his mind, but he reminded himself again of the trousers he was wearing. How about a soaking wet Caroline Bingley, Darcy? He shuddered involuntarily at the thought and had control over himself again. Poor Caroline� if only she knew how successful she truly was in dampening my passions towards Elizabeth� The roll of thunder interrupted his thoughts, hurrying him out the door to call the ladies in. He stepped outside as the clouds burst open. His concern growing, Darcy ran around to the side of the house, knocking down Elizabeth, who was running in the opposite direction with Georgiana. "Elizabeth!" he cried. "Are you hurt?" His answer was her laughter. "No, Mr. Darcy, I fear that only my pride has been bruised!" Oh, is it Elizabeth now, sir? Darcy helped her up and ushered them into the house. He called for a maid to take them upstairs and draw up hot baths for them. The ladies thanked him and left. He withdrew quickly to his own chamber before anyone saw him; he had gotten a bit wet himself, and seeing Elizabeth soaked to the skin had had the effect he expected, and it was quite embarrassing. After changing his clothes and regaining his composure he descended and ordered tea made. Jane, Bingley, his sisters, and Mr. Hurst were waiting for him in the drawing room. "Mr. Darcy, did your sister and Lizzy come in the house before the rain started?" Jane asked with concern. "No, I'm afraid they were on their way when it began. I brought them in myself; a maid is attending to them now." As he spoke, the maid came down timidly. "Mr. Darcy, sir� I just finished helping your sister, and I believe she is feeling a bit ill. She asked for you." "Yes, of course. Please excuse me." He bowed to the company and followed the girl to Georgiana's room, leaving Miss Bingley to comment on how unladylike it was to run around in the rain. Upstairs, Georgiana sat on the edge of her bed in a nightgown. "Fitzwilliam, I believe I have caught a bit of a chill. Do you think everyone would mind terribly if I did not come down today?" "No, Georgie, not at all. Please rest, I would not want you to make yourself worse by exerting yourself," he replied, and tucked her into her sheets. She giggled. "This reminds me of when I was a little girl and you used to put me bed with a story. You are such a good brother," she paused, unsure if she should say what was on her mind. Turning to the maid, she said, "Thank you Maria, you may go." Maria curtseyed and went to check on Elizabeth. Georgiana turned back to her brother. "You are a wonderful brother� and I am sure you will make an even better husband," she said timidly. Darcy looked at her curiously. "What would make you say that my dear?" "Dear Fitzwilliam, I know you see me as a child, but I am not so young that I do not recognize the change in you when Lizzy is around. You love her, do you not?" "You amaze me Georgiana. Have you always been so observant?" he teased. "I am very much in love with her dear sister. She is so different from anyone I have ever met, especially the ladies of society." "Like Miss Bingley?" she added. "Yes, particularly Miss Bingley!" he laughed, then grew serious again. "Do you like Miss Bennet?" "Oh yes!" she said enthusiastically. "She is so delightful! She is always laughing and being playful. She is the best friend I have ever had, except for you of course. When are you going to propose?" He laughed. "Calm yourself Georgie! I do not even know if she feels the same for me, and besides there are other considerations. Do you think our family would approve?" She frowned. "Does it matter?" He looked at her acutely. "No, I suppose it does not, does it? No matter how proper or well connected she could be, Lady Catherine would never approve if my wife is not Anne, and the Fitzwilliams would like her very well despite her family's situation, I am sure. So no, it is really of no import," he said, more to himself than to her. She interrupted his thoughts. "Then what are you waiting for?" she asked impertinently. "I see Miss Elizabeth's manner of speaking has rubbed off on you!" he teased with an arched eyebrow. "I am waiting for the right time Georgiana. Have patience." "Very well," she pouted. "Just don't wait too long!" He ruffled her hair, then took his leave to rejoin the party. He met Elizabeth on the stairs. She smiled. "Mr. Darcy! I am glad to see that you are walking a bit more slowly now." He bowed. "Miss Bennet, please forgive me for earlier. I was concerned and not watching where I was walking. I hope there were no ill effects." "Not at all, I assure you. I am quite sturdy, and have incurred no injuries or illnesses from my little jaunt in the rain." "I am glad to hear it. Georgiana, unfortunately seems to have caught a bit of a chill and sends her excuses." "Oh, the poor dear! May I go see her?" "I will ask her." He walked back to his sister's room and obtained permission. Go ahead Miss Bennet. Shall I wait for you here and escort you downstairs?" "That would be lovely, thank you. I will just be a moment." Darcy waited in the hallway for a few minutes, listening to the laughter from his sister's room and ruminating on Elizabeth's many virtues. At last she rejoined him and they went down to the drawing room as tea was being served. Jane and Elizabeth stayed until evening, then Mr. Bingley's carriage took them back to Longbourne. As soon as they were gone, Miss Bingley began her usual habit of abusing Elizabeth. "I cannot believe Miss Elizabeth Bennet� just when I thought she could not get any more vulgar, she surprises me again. Imagine, convincing dear Georgiana to run about outside in that weather! And now poor Georgiana is ill, and she has the audacity to sit here with us as if she has done nothing wrong! I simply cannot stand her presence!" Darcy tried to control himself, but the anger was rising. Louisa spoke. "Fortunately you will not have to sister. You and Mr. Hurst and I are to go to town." Caroline stared at her. "I'm sorry, Louisa, I must have misheard you. Did you say we are going to town?" "Yes, I did. Do you not recall? Last week just before Charles returned you asked if we could not go to London. I asked Mr. Hurst, and he is to reopen the house; we have already been invited to three Christmas balls, including the Crenshaw's and the Westfall's." Caroline's eyes widened at these prestigious invitations, but she was torn; she had hoped to spend Christmas with Mr. Darcy, and she had only wanted to go to London to keep Charles from proposing to Jane. Now that it was too late for that, she wanted to stay by Mr. Darcy's side. But still, the Crenshaws and the Westfalls? "But Louisa, we cannot just leave Charles!" "It is quite alright Caroline," Bingley jumped in. "Louisa has already spoken to me, and I think it would be a fine idea for you to spend Christmas in town with your friends. I know you have been somewhat bored here in the country. By all means, do not concern yourselves about me." She protested, but after much insistence, she agreed to leave with Louisa on Friday. Unhappily for all parties involved, Georgiana's chill turned into a rather nasty cold and the rain continued to fall heavy and icy for the entire week. Bingley still made his daily visit to Longbourne, but Darcy only joined him late in the week when Georgiana was feeling a bit better and he felt more comfortable leaving her alone. Elizabeth wished to see her friend, so he took her back to Netherfield for a visit. Georgiana was most pleased and said she felt in much better spirits. Darcy, of course, was more than happy to oblige his sister, especially since he had not seen Elizabeth in several days. After about an hour, Georgiana felt fatigued, so Elizabeth and Darcy left her to rest. "Thank you for bringing me here Mr. Darcy. I have missed your sister's company, particularly our walks." "I believe she has missed you as well. She has been begging me to bring you to her, but I did not want to leave her until she felt stronger. The doctor said she is improving now, though, so hopefully she will be fully recovered when our cousin arrives." "When will he be here?" "He wrote to me on Monday saying he would arrive at week's end. I expect his arrival in two days, on Saturday night. May I introduce you when he arrives?" "Oh yes, I would be happy to meet him. Georgiana� excuse me, Miss Darcy, has told me much about him." Do not excuse yourself Miss Bennet�I am so glad to hear you refer to her so informally�like a sister� "Thank you. I believe he will arrive quite late in the evening, but I hope you and your sister will join us for tea on Sunday." "We would be delighted." She smiled at him so warmly that it was all he could do to keep from proposing at that moment. Instead he only gazed at her with an intensity that made her bring down her eyes and blush. He took her hand and kissed it gently. "I will look forward to it." He led her to the waiting carriage, never letting go of her hand until she was in the carriage. She did not seem to mind that I held her hand, that is a good sign! "Thank you Mr. Darcy. I hope we shall meet again very soon. Good day." He bowed, and the carriage rolled away. I hope he was not too shocked by my improper behavior, but I did so enjoy holding his hand� Elizabeth sighed as she remembered the feel of his large, strong hand enclosing her own delicate fingers. A dreamy smile remained on her face until she returned to Longbourne. As expected, an invitation for the elder Miss Bennets to have tea at Netherfield on Saturday arrived with Mr. Bingley the following day; not as expected was the letter from Caroline taking her leave of Jane. He explained that his sisters had received several very prestigious invitations for London and he had encouraged them to fulfill their social obligations. They had left that very morning. Jane was surprised that her "dear" friend had not called personally, but she attributed it to a desire to reach London before sunset. As the sun had finally returned and they were to meet the son of an earl the next day, Mrs. Bennet made Elizabeth go to Meryton with her younger sisters for new hair ribbons and lace. Although she would rather have spent the afternoon at Netherfield, it was better than being home and offered her the opportunity to walk, so she agreed. Colonel Fitzwilliam arrived near nine o'clock; before he retired to his chamber, Darcy filled him in on the Wickham situation. Fitzwilliam was more than pleased that the scoundrel had finally received his due As Darcy left him, he promised his cousin an opportunity of excellent society the next day. The following day� �Well, Darcy,� said Colonel Fitzwilliam, making himself comfortable in one of the library chairs, �tell me what you think of Hertfordshire society.� Darcy smiled. �Cousin, it is far more pleasant than I ever imagined.� Fitzwilliam raised an eyebrow. �Really? How so?� �For one thing, the ladies�� Meanwhile, Elizabeth and Jane arrived at Netherfield, where Mr. Bingley graciously welcomed them. He and Jane were immediately in their own world, leaving Elizabeth to fend for herself somewhat. She asked about the other occupant of the house, and Bingley mentioned something about the library. She excused herself and went to look for her favorite companion. As she approached the door of the library, she heard men�s voices coming from inside. She leaned in to discern who it was, and was surprised by the conversation she heard. ��and as for the lively conversation you are so fond of, you will certainly find it in Miss Elizabeth Bennet. She is one of the liveliest young ladies I have ever encountered, while still being perfectly proper, and witty to boot. I daresay you will like her very much.� Reflecting on his own comment, Darcy�s face suddenly darkened. Fitzwilliam didn�t take much notice, and decided to learn more about this Elizabeth Bennet. �She is the sister of Bingley�s lady, you say? Well, perhaps there might be someone for me in Hertfordshire after all, eh Darce?� Darcy and Elizabeth both frowned on different sides of the door. �I�m afraid she isn�t exactly what you need in a wife Fitz. She has very little dowry to speak of, stands to inherit little, her father�s estate is entailed away, and her connections are low.� Elizabeth was growing angry at these comments, but still listened. �These are important considerations indeed, but they are not everything Darcy.� Darcy smiled. �Yes, I know. But I have another reason for warning you away from her.� Fitzwilliam�s and Elizabeth�s curiosities were now piqued. �And that is, if I have anything to do with the matter, she will very soon be spoken for!� Elizabeth�s eyes widened. Mr. Darcy intends to ask for my hand? Oh my! She leaned against the wall, eyes closed, hand to her heart. How happy I will be if he loves me in return! Then she realized that the gentlemen were still talking, and resolved to hear the rest of their conversation. �Well, well! Fitzwilliam Darcy, the married man! I never thought I�d see the day when a woman would touch that stony heart of yours!� �Do not tease me Richard. You know very well that my heart is far from stony� but yes, she has touched it, very deeply. I cannot imagine a life without her in it. It pains me to see her leave for Longbourne after each visit here; I wish to keep her by my side always.� Elizabeth smiled, her eyes misting with tears at these words. �Then I wish you joy cousin. If anyone deserves it, you do.� Darcy smiled. �Thank you Fitz.� Fitzwilliam patted Darcy on the back, then smiled mischievously. �There is just one thing Darcy� does she love you as well?� He immediately regretted his words upon seeing the pained expression on his cousin�s face. �This I do not know. We are close friends, I know that. She likes me I think. She respects me, I know. But love� I will not know for sure until I ask.� �There, there, Darce,� consoled his cousin. �I�m sure you are just being modest. When I meet her I will observe her and tell you what I see. When you are more certain of her feelings, you will get up the courage to propose.� Darcy�s smile returned. �Thank you Fitzwilliam. You always know how to cheer me up.� After a slight pause, �Shall we adjourn to the drawing room? The ladies should be arriving soon.� Suddenly, Elizabeth realized her compromising position. She ran from the library door and turned the corner, making it look as though she was on her way to the library from the drawing room. She met with the gentleman in the corridor. �Mr. Darcy!� she said with a smile. �I was just gone to look for you. Jane and I have just arrived, and Mr. Bingley said you may be in the library. Pray tell me, how fares your sister? I hope her health has improved since I last saw her.� Fitzwilliam noticed the change in his cousin�s countenance as he set eyes on his beloved. �Miss Bennet, as always it is a pleasure to see you. I hope that you have not been waiting long.� She confirmed that she had not, and he went on. �Georgiana is doing much better, I thank you, but not yet feeling strong enough to come downstairs for so long a time. Perhaps in a day or two she can join us again." Turning to his cousin, he added, "Please allow me to introduce you to my cousin, Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam, who is just arrived himself late last night. Fitzwilliam, this is Miss Elizabeth Bennet.� The colonel smiled broadly and bowed to Elizabeth. What a beauty! Good thing you warned me before Darcy, or I would have been quite prone to fancying this young lady! �Miss Bennet, it is a pleasure to meet you. I have heard much about you, and look forward to what I hear is lively conversation and an exquisite performance on the pianoforte.� Elizabeth blushed, but managed to laugh it off. �Your sources must be greatly deceived sir. My conversation I cannot vouch for, but I can tell you that my skill on the pianoforte is mediocre at best. In truth, I play very ill indeed; please do not expect much, or you shall be grossly disappointed.� He smiled. �I doubt my sources are deceived, Miss Bennet. Biased, perhaps, but not deceived.� Darcy colored at this hint, and hastened to change the subject. �I hope your family is doing well Miss Bennet.� �They are, I thank you.� �I am glad to hear it.� There was a brief silence as Darcy and Elizabeth looked at each other affectionately, broken only by the colonel clearing his throat. �I believe we are expected for tea?� He noticed with satisfaction the blush on each of their faces at being caught. You do not know if she loves you? Darcy, you must be the blindest man on this earth! They walked to the drawing room together, where Bingley and Jane were waiting. �There you all are! We were wondering where you had gone off to. Tea is served.� �Yes, Mr. Bingley, it is obvious that you were quite preoccupied with our whereabouts; if you had not come looking for us I�m sure we would never have turned up,� Elizabeth teased. Bingley chuckled. �I never said I was wondering terribly hard!� The party sat down to tea after Jane was introduced to Colonel Fitzwilliam, and pleasant conversation ensued. After too brief a time for anyone�s satisfaction, the ladies announced that they should be on their way home for dinner. Bingley was about to issue the expected invitation to stay when Darcy spoke. �Ladies, please do stay here for dinner.� All eyes turned to him in surprise. �I believe I speak for all of us,� he stammered. �Indeed, I was about to make the same suggestion myself,� said Bingley. �We are all quite desolate without your delightful company I�m sure.� He spoke to Jane, staring at her dreamily, but Darcy�s smile included Elizabeth in the compliment. Jane replied. �We would love to stay, if it wouldn�t be an imposition.� Strong assurances to the contrary convinced the sisters; Bingley informed his butler that the ladies would be joining them, and everyone settled back in to their earlier conversations. After a short while, Bingley and Jane separated themselves as usual, and Lizzy was left to talk with two very handsome young men named Fitzwilliam. What a punishment! she thought with a grin. As a consequence of Darcy�s natural inclination to be silent and Fitzwilliam�s natural inclination to be garrulous, Elizabeth found her conversation to be mostly directed at the latter, a fact she did not mind but which she did not prefer. She resolved to get Mr. Darcy involved in the conversation the best way she knew how- by teasing him. �Colonel Fitzwilliam, I must tell you how shocked I am by your cousin�s bad manners; I have not seen him this silent since before the ball in November. In fact, I am quite put out,� she pouted, though her eyes belied her. �If he does not join the conversation soon, I shall have to embarrass him by telling you of his behavior during our early acquaintance.� She crossed her arms and arched an eyebrow at Darcy, who groaned. �Please no! Don�t tell him that, I will never hear the end of it!� Fitzwilliam laughed. �Please do tell me Miss Bennet, I am eager to hear how he behaves amongst strangers!� �Very well. The first time I ever met Mr. Darcy was at a ball where he danced only four dances, though gentleman were scarce and more than one lady was in want of a partner.� She looked at Mr. Darcy piercingly. �And his behavior did not improve after that. Oh, he was most disagreeable, never talking or laughing. I could not figure him out. But then, I believe, he grew accustomed to our savage country ways, and has become quite a pleasant companion when my sister and Mr. Bingley go off to their own world as they are so wont to do.� Fitzwilliam laughed as Darcy dramatically put his head in his hands. �Yes, yes, I confess, it was so. I was a terrible man. Now you have heard all, Fitzwilliam, I am sure you will want to disown me as a relation and never mention my name again.� The three continued in this merry vein until they were called for dinner. Elizabeth reflected on how much pleasanter a place Netherfield had become since the departure of the �superior sisters�; Darcy reflected on how much pleasanter a place Netherfield was, nay, any place was when Elizabeth was in it. |