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Posted on Sunday, 8 June 2008

Chapter One

An express addressed to Mr. Darcy had just been delivered to Pemberley. After breaking the seal, he scanned the message quickly and his face drained. He returned to the beginning to read the message in detail, asking the express rider to wait while he drafted a reply. “Craven, do you know where Mrs. Darcy is? I need to speak with her urgently.”

“I believe I saw her with Mrs. Reynolds going over the household accounts. Would you like me to fetch her Sir?”

“Yes please. Try not to alarm her – but it appears that we may need to travel to London urgently. A close friend of ours is extremely ill. After fetching Mrs. Darcy, can you please arrange for someone to deliver an urgent message to my brother Bingley, as it appears we may be in need of his assistance.”

Craven nodded as he said “Certainly Sir, I will see to your requests immediately” and the butler turned and left.

Darcy went into his study, wrote out a reply, sealed it, and returned to the express rider with the message and some generous compensation for his efforts. Darcy then returned to his study to wait for Elizabeth. While waiting, he hid the correspondence in his pocket, as he knew that Elizabeth would wish to read any communication he had received, and he wished to delay complying with such a request until he had a chance to speak with her first.

Elizabeth tapped on the study door. “Is that you Mrs Darcy?” said Darcy.

She responded “Yes” then entered her husband's study. “Craven said you wished to see me?” Elizabeth noticed her husband was looking concerned, she suddenly became alarmed, as she had seen the back of a man leaving – what has made him appear so troubled?

“Is everything alright? You look worried. Is there something wrong? Was that a messenger just leaving? Please tell me - is something wrong with Jane’s family,or a problem at Longbourn?”

The last time Elizabeth had seen her husband with a similar concerned look it was in relation to a message they received regarding an illness that finally resulted in the death of her mother some 3 years previous.

“No, there is nothing wrong with Jane or at Longbourn but I do have to tell you that there is someone we know that is very ill.” He saw the colour drain from her face. Darcy stood immediately going to her, then took both her hands and led her to the lounge. Darcy sat Elizabeth down, but held onto her hands. He felt her start to tremble, and was most concerned that she appeared faint.

“Not our Aunts or Uncles?” replied Elizabeth with a hesitant voice. She had difficulty in raising her eyes to look at her husband squarely in the eye.

“No my dear, it’s about Lady Lyell.” He withdrew one hand and gently caressed her cheek. “I am sorry to have alarmed you, but I was somewhat shocked when I received Uncle Gardiner’s express.” Darcy was never sure how to manage the communication of bad news to Elizabeth, particularly when he found himself also affected by the news.

“What did my Uncle say, have you responded? What is wrong? What is there to be done?” Elizabeth’s words came tumbling out with barely a breath in between.

“Elizabeth, please try and steady yourself, and I will explain. Uncle Gardiner has sent an express to say that Lady Lyell is poorly, and the doctors are not confident in her ability to recover. Aunt Gardiner is staying with her, but Adelaide has requested that if it is possible that we travel to London to visit with her."

“Can we go? How quickly can we arrange for our family to go?” Elizabeth’s mind was racing, but she was having difficulty in rationalizing her thoughts.

“We can leave tomorrow, but…” Darcy hesitated “I think it best that just you and I travel to London given the circumstances."

“Without the children? Fitzwilliam, I have not left them for more than a night. I couldn’t possibly leave them for what could be days. What if something were to happen to them? Can they not travel on after us?” Always in the back of her mind was the loss of Cassandra and the knowledge that a child could be taken from them at any time. She knew in time she would have to learn to be apart from her children, particularly when the boys went off to school, but that was still a few years away and she was not ready just yet.

Darcy saw her eyes beginning to well with tears, and gently placed his arms around her. He steadfastly held her gaze and quietly explained. “Elizabeth, Adelaide is very ill, she wishes us to visit and sit with her. It could be that we need to be with her day and night. It would be very difficult to care for our children during that time, and it would be better that they stay either here or nearby. We can ask Jane and Charles if the children could stay with them while we need to be away. They will be far better amused than being in our London house.” He pulled her towards him and nestled her head against his chest. He knew that was one place that Elizabeth felt safe. He gently kissed her head to reassure her.

Elizabeth was torn between her desire to be with Adelaide and her need to be a mother to her children. The comforting embrace from her husband began to settle her disquiet, and she tried to mull over what he had related. The children would be too boisterous if Adelaide’s was so ill. She knew that her husband was taking a sensible and practical approach to the situation despite his emotions, however she still needed time to collect her thoughts.

He spoke slowly and gently to her “I know this has come as a shock to you, but we will need to move quickly. I have already asked Craven to speak to the stables, and he is arranging for one of the men to ride with a message to Charles”.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. “Come” said Darcy. He withdrew slightly from Elizabeth but still maintained his arms around her.

The Darcy’s butler Craven entered. “Sir, I have arranged a rider to go to Hintlesham, is your message ready?”

“I will complete it directly. Elizabeth…..?” Darcy continued to comfort her while he waited for her to respond.

She sat back and said dejectedly “Fitzwilliam, do what you feel is best as I am in no mind to think clearly at present”.

Darcy rose and moved to his writing desk, and quickly penned a message to the Bingleys, outlining the circumstances, and his request that the children be accommodated at Hintlesham as quickly as possible.

“Craven, can you instruct the rider to wait for the response as I need to know if the Bingleys can assist us, otherwise I will have to consider alternate arrangements”.

“Very good Sir. Would you wish to see Mrs. Reynolds?”

“Yes please. Dispatch the messenger, and then if you would be good enough to bring Mrs. Reynolds back with you. We should commence making arrangements on the basis that the Bingleys will be able to assist as if they are unable I know others will assist given the circumstances. Also could you arrange for some tea to be brought to Mrs. Darcy?” Darcy felt that a cup of tea may help settle his wife before they commenced making the necessary arrangements.

While her husband relayed these instructions, Elizabeth considered what she had been told. She knew from experience that the brief sketch outlined by her husband had not provided the whole truth of the situation, as he was most likely trying to soften the blow for her. She also knew how close he too was to Adelaide. But she needed to know the whole of it to place it in perspective. I need to know what Fitzwilliam knows.

Craven left the room to carry out his instructions, and Darcy returned to seat himself beside Elizabeth.

Darcy placed his hands on Elizabeth’s and waited until she lifted her eyes. She sought solace and comfort, but also saw there was pain in the depths of the eyes she knew so well. Elizabeth knew how fond Fitzwilliam was of Adelaide, and that this news was affecting him as much as it was her.

Elizabeth finally said to her husband “What did our Uncles letter say?”

Darcy knew that Elizabeth could aways tell when he was guarding her from the truth, almost as if she could read his thoughts so he wanted to frame his response carefully in his mind, before relating what he had read, and before allowing Elizabeth to read the actual letter itself.

He began “After we last saw Adelaide in London for her 75th birthday in February, she apparently slipped over one day when returning from church. She was in the street a good while before someone happened upon her and conveyed her home. She ignored the advice of her physicians, declined to stay indoors, and continued as if nothing had happened. You know how headstrong she is. Rather like you my dear wife – that is likely to be one of the reasons why we have all always got along so well. Smythe contacted the Gardiners one day when she did not respond for her morning tea and she was then found her slumped in her rooms. They got her to bed, and she was found to have not totally recovered from the effects of the fall and to have caught a serious chill.”

“She did recover slightly, but the effects of the fall and given her age the episode appears to have weakened her greatly. Her strength has been sapped, and as a result she is slowly slipping from us. It pains me to say it but Adelaide seems to have realized that she may not be long with us, and has requested that we visit with her before we may not have another opportunity. The illness and her age may have sapped her physical strength, but our Uncle advises her mind and wit are as sharp as ever.”

Elizabeth was trying to take this all in, but was composed enough to notice that Darcy was avoiding looking directly into her eyes while he was struggling with his own feelings on the matter and how he saw the news was affecting her. “May I read Uncle’s letter?” she said softly.

“Do you feel up to it?” Darcy responded noticing her pallor. He removed his hand and placed a protective arm about her shoulders.

“I would rather know the whole of the situation so I can prepare myself for what we are about to face.”

Darcy took the letter from his inner pocket and passed it to his wife. He then sat back and observed her as she read.

April 4, 1820.

My dear Nephew,

I apologize if sending this note by express alarms Lizzie and yourself, however I have urgent need for you both here in London.

It appears Adelaide will not be with us much longer. She has been ill for some weeks after falling on her return from church in early March. She was alone in the street until a Mr. Haven-Brown of ____ Street happened upon her and took her by carriage back to her house in Mayfair. You know Adelaide’s headstrong nature well enough that she is not keen to take on any advice and chose to continue with her normal commitments without any regard to her health or well being. It appears that she took a chill early on but either hid or covered up the symptoms. On one visit your Aunt prevailed upon her to call in her physician, but as is her want Adelaide in the early stages ignored her physcians advice, continued as if nothing had happened and has deteriorated as a result.

Smythe called us to the house after she had collapsed about one week ago. She did not request her morning tea, and being alarmed Smythe and her maid eventually entered her room and found her slumped on the floor. He got word to us immediately and we have been with her ever since. Smythe informed us that she had been ill for a couple of weeks but refused to have anyone advised of her condition. We missed our regular visits for a couple of weeks as we were visiting sister Philips in Hertfordshire. Given that she had collapsed he felt compelled to act and called us without her knowledge. He was concerned about going against his mistresses instructions, but his excellent judgement prevailed, and we were soon at her side. She protested that it was all unnecessary and we were causing undue fuss by staying with her, but finally relented when she realized she was growing weaker rather than stronger. After we became aware of her circumstance she would not let us advise anyone of her condition until now.

Madeleine has sat with her constantly day and night, only to be relieved by our youngest Emily when she was too fatigued to continue her vigil. It was hoped that bed rest and restoratives would see Adelaide well again, however it appears that it is not to be. The physicians now hold no hope for her recovery, given her age and condition, and she continues to weaken visibly as the days pass.

While she is weakening in body her mind and wit remain active. Adelaide is lucid, issuing orders and extolling the virtues of her dearest ones, dwelling specifically on your good selves which has been most amusing, but wearing particularly for your Aunt both physically and emotionally.

Adelaide has asked that you both come to see her. She seems now aware that it is likely to be the last time, and I beg you both to make haste for Adelaide’s sake and your Aunt’s relief.

It would probably be best that the children do not accompany you on this journey. It is better that they recall their “Lala” as they remember her last in February, and not in her present frail and sickly state. Your time here is likely to be spent devoted to Adelaide, and the children may not understand the significance of this obligation.

I apologise if I appear presumptive but as I am desirous that you arrive quickly, I have taken the liberty of writing to the Bingley’s by express to see if they could care for your brood as the journey here, or even to your house at this time would be too much for Jane in her present state. I am writing also to Richard and Georgiana to visit urgently as Adelaide has also asked to see them.

Do we ask too much for you to travel tomorrow? I pray you do not delay – your presence will give Adelaide much needed comfort and some selfish support to Madeleine and myself. Time is of the essence as I sense she will not be with us long.

Send word by return and I will alert Dillon to prepare for your imminent arrival.

Your loving Uncle

Edward Gardiner.

Adelaide dying – Elizabeth could scare believe it! Somehow when Darcy mentioned it she thought she may have misheard what he said, but having read the words her uncle had written she had to accept the truth within.

Darcy saw that his wife was much affected by what she had just read, but that she now had a greater understanding for his urgent intervention. She now could rationalize some thoughts on the basis that Adelaide was of a good age not reached by many and that they had been blessed to have known her for so long. Seeing that Elizabeth was becoming slightly more composed and resolute to the circumstances Darcy felt it safe to utter “I know what you have read must cause you pain. She has been such a great comfort and confidante to us both and we should do everything in our power to comply with her request. Do you understand now why I responded so hastily?”

Elizabeth while still shaken was resolute in her response “Yes, and I know that you were right to do so. We owe it to our friendship and relationship to go – who could ignore such a request? The thought of assisting our Aunt and Uncle Gardiner adds to the reason to go, despite the pain of separation with our young family. How long do you feel we may need to be away?” She hesitatingly raised her eyes to meet her husbands – fearful of how he would respond.

Darcy noticed that while she remained composed the tears were not far away he gently responded. “Elizabeth, you are aware from our previous experiences that these situations cannot be measured by time in advance – they must run their own course under God’s guidance – however it is likely to be a few days at least.”

Darcy knew full well that they were likely to be away longer - perhaps a week, ten days or even longer, but given Elizabeth’s current frame of mind, and the circumstance she was still trying to come to grips with it was presently better not to articulate the possible length of their journey. He was not wanting Elizabeth to dwell on the possible length of the journey – but for her to only focus on the reason for their going.

There was another knock on the library door. “Is that you Craven?” said Darcy.

“Yes Sir, and I have Mrs. Reynolds with me” responded Craven.

“Please come”. A maid followed with a tray of tea. This was set on an adjoining table and the maid quickly retreated.

Darcy stood up and moved towards them. “There is much that needs to be done. Mrs. Darcy and I need to travel to London urgently to stay with Lady Lyell who is extremely unwell. We are hopeful that the children will be able to remain with the Bingleys’ while we need to be away. We anticipate traveling to Hintlesham first thing tomorrow with the children, and for Mrs. Darcy and myself to immediately travel onto the Mayfair house from there –can you commence making the appropriate arrangements to facilitate this?”

Both replied “Of course, Sir, Madam”, and they turned to go. Darcy and Elizabeth both knew that Craven and Mrs. Reynolds knew instinctively what needed to be arranged. Mrs. Reynolds smiled at them both. She understood how much Lady Lyell meant to them, and could read the lines in between her Masters words. This situation was very grave.

Darcy turned back to Elizabeth. “I wish that you would stay here until you drink some tea - then we can make our own preparations.”

“I shall have to let Kitty know that we shall be unable to keep our engagement on Saturday” said Elizabeth.

“There are a few other matters that I will also need to attend to before we need to leave” said Darcy.

Darcy poured some tea, and did not move until Elizabeth drank some. He found they were both always better being occupied when faced with difficult situations rather than having time to dwell on what lay ahead. Darcy was relieved somewhat when he gradually saw a little colour return to his wife’s face.

“Well my dear, we should prepare for the journey even though it will be some hours until we receive the Bingley’s response. I suggest that we not tell the children until the arrangements are confirmed.”

Elizabeth responded “Yes, we would do well to wait on that score, but we can prepare ourselves in the meantime. The children will be excited enough when they know about their journey, but we should try and keep from them the finer detail of the melancholy reason for the visit”.

Chapter Two

Charles Bingley had also received an express from the Gardiner’s in London early that same day outlining Lady Lyell’s situation and requesting his and Jane’s assistance in caring for the Darcy children while Elizabeth and Fitzwilliam went to London.

Edward Gardiner had written his nephew

"...it may need to be for a week or slightly longer. Lady Lyell’s present state indicates she will not last long. While I know this is an imposition on Jane and yourself it seems important that some of our family can visit with Adelaide before she is no longer with us. I am also concerned about the health of your Aunt who has rarely left Adelaide’s bedside this past week. The trip and caring requirements would be too much for our dearest Jane in her current condition, but Lizzie may be able to afford her some assistance….”

Charles Bingley considered the correspondence and knew that both he and Jane would be happy to assist as they could. Despite Jane being in her fifth month they had a nanny, maid, and tutor, and Bingley knew that Darcy would likely send some servants with their children. He sought out his wife and enquired of his butler “Mitchell is Mrs. Bingley about?”

“She is presently watching the children playing on the rear lawn Sir”.

Charles Bingley headed outside and saw Jane in the location described by the butler. She was seated on a garden chair at the edge of the lawn. “My dear Jane…”

She turned and saw her husband walking towards her clutching some correspondence. She gave him a smile, but saw that he was serious in his demeanor.

“Jane, the Darcy’s have been urgently called to London- Lady Lyell is very ill. Uncle Gardiner has written seeking our assistance in caring for our nephews and nieces whilst Lizzie and Darcy need to be in town. Are you up to accommodating this request?”

“Yes of course, they will no doubt send some assistants with the children so it should not prove to taxing to us. Is she very ill?” Jane likely Lady Lyell very much – she had always been very thoughtful and generous to their family, and they had enjoyed their visits with her in London and at Pemberley.

Charles did not want to alarm his wife given her current delicate state. Therefore he spoke gently when he added “it appears that she may not recover, that is why Lizzie and Darcy have been sent for”.

“Oh, poor Lizzie. I am very sorry to hear it. Adelaide is a particular favourite and has been a great friend and comfort to both Aunt Gardiner, Georgiana and Lizzie.”

“She has always been very generous to our family as well.” said Charles. He then added for the benefit of his wife’s information “Aunt Gardiner has been with her day and night for the past week, and our Uncle hopes that Lizzie can assist in that way too. If our own situation was different we may have travelled to London to assist further, however it would be too much for you at present, and I, nor would any of our family have you placed in any danger.”

“I have no wish to cause you or anyone else concern on my behalf, my dear Charles. At least we can assist in some way. Our nephews and nieces will be fine with us – they are good company for our own children – just as cousins should be”.

“It is settled then, I shall write to my brother Darcy immediately”

Charles Bingley turned to go back and write his note, but his eyes detected Mitchell hurrying towards him with what appeared to be another letter.

“Sir, this has just arrived from Pemberley.”

Charles could anticipate what was written within, but spoke with Mitchell first “Thank you, Mitchell, does the rider wait?”

“Yes Sir, he said his instructions were to wait for a response before he returned to Mr. Darcy.”

“Can you see that the rider receives some refreshment, and arrange a fresh horse for him while I prepare a response for my brother?”

“Very good sir – I will see to it immediately”. Mitchell turned and headed back towards the house.

Jane came close to her husband, and he read to her the letter he had just received.

My dear Brother,

By now you should have received word from our Uncle that Lady Lyell is ill and not expected to recover. Elizabeth and I have been requested to go to London urgently.

Can Jane and your good self mind our family while we go? It appears that it would be better that the children do not travel with us – I know it is a great deal to ask but Adelaide has meant so much to our families it seems the least we can do in this circumstance. We would send Nanny Moore, and some maids to assist.

If you respond in the affirmative we shall be with you before luncheon tomorrow, and then travel onto London from Hintlesham. We are likely to be there at least one week, although Elizabeth is not comprehended the likely length of our absence as yet. She is not desirous of leaving our children, but is aware of the urgency and her inability to care for both the children and Adelaide, and has therefore agreed to them remaining behind.

If you feel it is too much for yourself and Jane, let me know at once, and I will make alternative arrangements. We wish to cause you and your family no inconvenience or concern.

Your brother

Fitzwilliam Darcy.

“Jane, walk with me back to the house so that we can prepare our response to Darcy and Lizzie”. Charles gave Jane his arm, and together they walked back towards their house. Charles wrote a response indicating they would be delighted to assist, the arrangements Darcy had proposed could be easily accommodated, and that they would expect them late the following morning.

The rider was waiting on the gravel in front. He had been provided some sustenance and a fresh mount with which to ride back to Pemberley. Once handed the letter by Charles Bingley he placed it within his jacket and rode away.

Jane and Charles then went to alert their household to make preparations for the arrival of their nieces and nephews.

In her dressing room Elizabeth was discussing her needs with her maid Frances. “Frances there are a few things in my London wardrobe that may do, however I will need some more day wear that makes it comfortable when sitting – I am likely to be sitting good many hours”.

Frances had been advised of the trip and its purpose by Mrs. Reynolds, and had begun preparing her mistresses items before Elizabeth had returned to her rooms. Darcy’s man servant was making similar preparations for the master as well. Preparations went well into the afternoon.

Frances enquired “Will you be needing this Ma’am?” queried Frances as she drew out a fine cashmere shawl.

“Yes please, but those dresses can stay – I left some similar to those in London when we were last there” Elizabeth then turned towards the door when she heard he husbands familiar footsteps in the hall.

Darcy entered through the doorway – the door having been left ajar. “Elizabeth, I have just received the response from Charles. All is in order, and they are expecting us to arrive with the children before noon. I have just dispatched another rider to our Uncle to advise that he can expect us in London early the day after tomorrow”.

“I am glad that is all settled, but this is all so sudden. I suppose now that we should go and tell the children why there is so much activity in the household at present.”

Elizabeth accompanied her husband to the nursery where the children were playing. They waited at the door entranced watching the moves of their young family.

“Children, your Papa and I have some good news to share with you” said Elizabeth with a forced brightness easily detected by her husband. Hannah the children’s nursery assistant and Nanny Moore backed towards a door in order to leave the room –Darcy quickly made a move to follow them and ensure that they had been fully briefed by Mrs. Reynolds.

“Mama what is the good news?” asked William.

“Well my dears, how would you like to visit Uncle Charles, Aunt Jane and your cousins for a few days?” Elizabeth was bright and positive in her communication, belying her mixed emotions sitting just below the surface.

Emma and William squealed with delight, indicating their approval to the plan. The younger ones smiled imitating their older siblings.

William sought more information “Does this mean that I can play with cousin Edward and miss out on my lessons?”

Darcy had returned to the room, and came up behind his wife. “Yes William, you may have time away from your studies. You have worked very hard of late, and have earned a few days free of lessons.”

Williams was clearly delighted – no lessons and time to play with cousin Edward. This was good news.

Emma came up and took her mothers hand. “Will you stay with Aunt Jane too? Emma was very much aware of how close her mother and Aunt Jane were, and how they always enjoyed their times together.

Elizabeth knelt down to meet her daughters gaze. “Papa and I will take you there, but then we need to travel onto London. Lala is very ill and Papa and I must go to London to look after her.”

The children had christened Adelaide ‘Lala’– the children had difficulty with pronouncing Lady Adelaide. It was young William’s attempts at pronouncing Lady Adelaide that had led to the name. It had worked out well – Lady Lyell was too formal for the close relationship she shared with the Darcy’s, and Adelaide too informal for ones so young. Darcy and Elizabeth has tried to teach their children to pronounce it correctly and Adelaide begged them to desist, as she went on to relate that Lala was the name she was called within her family when she was small. She was delighted the name was back in use and how it came about – it was her own special name and did not compromise any other family relationships. The children of the Bingleys and the Fitzwilliams had adopted it as well.

“Emma can help Mama look after Lala” Emma responded whilst looking intently at her mother.

“Emma, I know you are very capable of helping me look after Lala, but on this occasion I have a very special task for you to perform. Nanny Moore and Aunt Jane will need your help in looking after the young ones seeing that I cannot be there. Do you think you can manage that?”

“Do you mean brushing hair and straighten their clothes? Jane Anne’s hair is messy” said Emma in a serious tone.

Elizabeth smiled. Four year old Emma was always neat as a pin – very much like Jane, where as her namesake was more like Elizabeth with little regard for the neatness of her appearance – but Elizabeth was not too concerned at present given Jane Anne was only 2. “The very things my dear. I am sure Nanny Moore and Aunt Jane will be very glad to have your help.” Elizabeth cast a glance towards Nanny Moore for support.

Nanny Moore was a sharp but kindly lady, who immediately picked up on her mistresses line of thought “Emma, I will certainly be needing your assistance.” Emma smiled as she felt very important. Nanny Moore continued “If we are all to leave on the morrow, we need to make our arrangements quickly. Now how shall we organise our things?”

The older children clamored around Nanny Moore and Hannah with suggestions for what would be needed to go with them.

Darcy took his wife’s arm and said softly “Elizabeth, I think we should leave our children to organise their things while we finalise our own”.

“We shall see you at supper shortly my dears” she said quite wistfully.

“Yes Mama” the elder ones replied while Darcy steered his wife back towards their chambers.

The moods of the Darcy family around the dinner table that evening were quite mixed.

William and Emma were bubbly and excited about spending a few days with their cousins, knowing full well that Uncle Charles was a little less strict than their Father when it came to the behaviour expected in the house, so that meant there was an opportunity for a little more fun or at least not getting caught! Father mostly frowned upon things like running down the large staircase at Pemberley, where as Uncle Charles didn’t seem to mind too much. The younger ones were not too aware of what was going on, but the positive displays by the elder two were infectious – so they reacted in the same way.

What the children hadn’t registered is that their father was allowing a little less decorum at the dinner table that evening than normal. Polite conversation was permitted, noise and disruption to their meal was not.

Darcy was a little pre-occupied – he was concerned about Elizabeth and her thoughts about leaving the children, and how she would cope with the situation in London. He noticed that she hardly touched her food, idly pushing pieces around her plate. Thoughts of Adelaide also crossed his mind – he could see her sitting at the table with the family – usually spurring the conversation along particularly with William and Emma. I will certainly miss her influence on this family.

Elizabeth was distracted with thoughts of the children and their needs while they were to stay with the Bingleys, and their own preparations for the stay in London. I must ensure that they have their favorite toys to take with them. Has Nanny Moore ensured that they have sufficient coats for the cool spring evenings? This is silly -why am I thinking like this? – of course she would do that. She did notice that her husband was quieter than normal, and was allowing the children to chatter at the dinner table in a manner not usually permitted. He was obviously very much distracted by the days' events.

Dinner eventually finished, and Hannah came to the family dining room to lead the children back to the nursery.

“Papa and I will be with you shortly to kiss you all goodnight” Elizabeth called after them as they trooped out of room the family used for the daily meals.

“Fitzwilliam, I am unused to being away from them for greater than a day – how will I cope?” Elizabeth was quite forlorn as she looked towards her husband.

“Elizabeth, I know you are not used to traveling without our family, however I can say from experience that while there is always pain in separations, the joy in reunions increases in the time spent away. It may not seem like it now, but we will manage quite well, and have a task to keep us occupied. I know you are despondent about leaving the children, but I can assure you that they will be quite well, and we know that they will be well loved and taken care of. Most important of all, is that we will have each other.” He smiled lovingly at her, and reached out to clasp her hand.

She squeezed his hand in return, and held onto to it. He was right, as long as they had each other for support all would be well.

Chapter Three

While Elizabeth had guarded her emotions in the rush to get ready for the journey, the extent of the preparations had left little time to dwell on the fact she would be leaving her children for more than one night for the very first time. However while she was preparing to retire in the evening that thought, plus the realization that she would be losing Adelaide caused her tears to fall steadily while she was readying herself for bed.

Darcy had swept her away for a romantic evening away on the occasion of the 5th wedding anniversary, and she had spent odd nights at the Bingleys to support Jane when their children came. Apart from those times their children had always travelled with them.

It is probably better to have the tears flow now, rather than in the morning or worse still in front of Adelaide– I do so not want to upset the children – I will need to put on a brave face. I had better practice it as I have done throughout the day as I will surely need to maintain it when sitting with Adelaide. Despite Elizabeth's thoughtful resolution the tears still persisted.

Darcy tentatively walked to her dressing chamber and saw her with tears rolling down her cheeks. Should I leave her be, or seek to console her? The sight so distressed him, that he determined could not leave her – she needed to be reminded that he understood her need to cry.

He came up behind her and softly whispered – “Elizabeth, it’s alright my love” and placed his arms around to securely embrace her. She leaned back onto his chest, and sighed heavily, tears still cascading down her pale cheeks.

“The tears won’t stop. I am at a loss what to do.” Her voice was shaky and full of despair.

“Come sit with me, and let me comfort you” He led her slowly out to the chairs in front of the fire. A fire was keeping the chill out of the spring evening air. He sat, and gently drew her to him and placed her on his knee. He took a cloth from his pocket and gently mopped up her tears. She nestled into his body, and he encircled her with his arms. His strength calmed her, his loving caress warmed her. They sat quietly for a while, but he instinctively knew she was not totally settled.

“I am sorry I am being so selfish. I am only thinking of my own discomfort and not the suffering of others.”

“Elizabeth, I am the last person who would ever consider you selfish” said her husband in mock distain.

She gave him a weak smile. Despite the tears in her eyes he could read the depths of her feelings.

“It is better that you shed your tears now. Adelaide is asking us to visit with her and the last thing she will want to see is your lovely face with tears stains apparent. She will be anticipating some lively and stimulating conversation and nothing else.” He thought perhaps a slightly different approach was required in order to try and lighten her mood, now that she was becoming calmer and the tears were beginning to dry.

“Do you remember our first meeting with Adelaide? I seem to recall I was less than pleased about the arrangements you made on our mutual behalf”. He saw a small smile play on her lips – his tactics were beginning to have the desired effect. He needed to seize the opportunity. He asked in a playful manner “May I enquire as to the reason for that smile?”

“If I am not mistaken you were rather displeased, but you did seem to change your mind afterwards”. He was relieved to see her grin slightly, and then she sat up a little in order to better observe his face. She always enjoyed watching his expressions when she teased him.

“It was only that I had a desire as a newly married man to keep you totally for myself for as long as was possible. I had felt at the time I had already made a concession on that front by agreeing to share you that evening with our Uncles and Aunts – I was extremely reluctant to forego any further opportunities for privacy that day. Although I do concede, it was a most fortuitous meeting, one I have long since had many reasons to be very grateful for”

“Teasing man!” she said saucily, she was beginning to enjoy herself in their shared recollection.

They had enjoyed being in a married state only a couple of days, relishing in their newly acquired intimacy and the companionship that came with it, when they roused themselves earlier than had been their practice in order to attend church. Knowing that they were residing in town, their absence from a regular church service would have surely been remarked upon, and Darcy was keen to ensure that there was no occasion for any disparaging comments to be directed towards his wife and their new relationship until society at large could appreciate his wife’s attributes as much as he did.

As it was a clear but pleasant morning despite the winter chill, and the church being not too far from their house, Darcy proposed that they walk to church for the benefit of the exercise. His ulterior motives were to see how the exercise increased the flush of pink on his wife’s cheeks, and to have the opportunity to freely utter sentiments to his wife without the concern of the servants overhearing his lovers babble. It seemed the servants were still not used to all the changes evident in their master’s behaviour since he had become a married man.

They walked leisurely towards the church with Elizabeth’s hand in his arm, his hand covering hers and gently stroking her fingers and ruing that the cold and etiquette prevented him from caressing the skin instead. Such improper thoughts whilst walking to church he thought. The passed the time with safe but idle chatter about the pleasantness of the day, how enjoyable the walk was in such company, and their dinner engagement for that evening.

Suddenly, what seemed like a gust of wind unsettled them and forced Darcy to remove his free hand from Elizabeth’s and place it on his hat instead. Looking up it appeared to them both that the gust of wind had been generated by a lady moving past them at great speed. Her winter coat billowed in her wake. The lovers chuckled and wondered what the reason was for such haste! She appeared like a ship in full sail in a strong wind. Darcy relished the fact they found the same thing so amusing. The lady turned the corner and disappeared from their sight. They settled themselves and continued at their more leisurely pace towards the church.

Turning the corner that lead to the church, the lady was nowhere to be seen. They walked along the street and eventually climbed the stairs into St James’, Piccadilly* and Darcy directed her towards their family pew. Elizabeth was enchanted by the church’s interior. She expected it to be colder and not as homely as the parish church in Meryton, but was pleasantly surprised to find it inspired awe whilst remaining welcoming. Darcy explained to her that is had been designed by Sir Christopher Wren, and had been built as a parish church in 1684 at a time when it was on the outskirts of London. That would explain how it does not feel cold and impersonal like some large cathedrals thought Elizabeth.

They had arrived a few minutes before the service was due to start, and glancing forward, they saw the object of their earlier encounter. She was located in a forward pew with 2 other ladies. From the rear they could not discern much about them except that they were all extremely well dressed, erect in stature and of medium height.

The organ sounded, and they rose while the Reverend began the service.

What they heard was a muffled rumble. The words uttered by the good Reverend were inaudible. The poor man obviously had a cold. Despite the congregations best attempts they had to follow their knowledge of the liturgy rather than the direction of the minister in order to respond at the appropriate points in the service. It made participation a challenge and afforded most of the parishoners time to contemplate on other things rather than the message that was trying to be relayed. Darcy’s mind reflected on his last visit to this church with his cousin the Colonel when he had prayed that he would one day have the opportunity to have Elizabeth seated near to him as she was now. Elizabeth gave her own heartfelt thanks that she had been blessed with a such loving husband – a true partner for life.

At the correct moment in the service they moved towards the front of the church to partake of communion. As they returned to their pew Elizabeth couldn’t help herself and looked towards where the ladies were seated as they had returned minutes earlier. She diverted her eyes when she noticed the middle lady’s eyes were focused upon her. But she had time enough to notice that they appeared kind, and even twinkled. She seems rather friendly in her eyes at least.

When they had returned to their pew, and whilst the remainder of the congregation was still participating in the communion, Darcy leaned over to Elizabeth and whispered quietly, “I can enlighten you as to the name of the lady who passed us earlier – her name is Lady Adelaide Lyell, and she is our next door neighbour. The lady to her left is Lady Neill, and the other is the Right Honorable Mrs Emmerton-Walsh.”

While this exchange was taking place a similar quiet discussion was being conducted in the forward pew. Lady Neill enquired of Lady Lyell – “Who is the lady on Mr. Darcy’s arm? They seem to make a handsome pair”.

Lady Lyell responded “It appears that the lady is Darcy’s new bride. I had read the announcement in Fridays Times. The announcement stated that she was from Hertfordshire, and that her father is a gentleman from an estate called Longbourn. The lady is known, or should I say was known as Miss Elizabeth Bennet.” Lady Lyell thought to herself I am pleased to see she does not appear to be one of those who use adornments to enhance their appearance – she appears quite sensible – but did I detect a gleam in the ladies eye? Fitzwilliam seems quite proud of her at least, it was high time he settled down.

Just then, the rector mad e this final benediction and the organ sounded for the final hymn. It was one of Elizabeth’s favourites “Ye Servants of God*”. Darcy smiled proudly at his wife when he heard her soprano effortlessly embellishing the high notes.

The recessional played and Elizabeth took her husbands arm to leave the church. Elizabeth smiled to herself as she recalled that it was the second time that week she had left a church on her husbands arm.

Reverend Forsythe was waiting at the door of the church to converse with members of the congregation as they dispersed. “Mr. Darcy, I had heard of your recent nuptials and wish to offer my congratulations. I understand your wedding took place in Hertfordshire”.

He had a very nasal tone, but they could at least now make out what he was saying being so close. He appears a kindly man, and thankfully not at all in the manner of Mr. Collins thought Elizabeth.

“Reverend Forsythe, may I introduce my wife, Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy. We were married earlier this week in Hertfordshire –the wedding took place in my wife’s family church” Darcy was still getting used to describing Elizabeth as his wife, and his pride making this type of introduction was easily witnessed by all who were close to them.

“Madam, may I welcome you to our congregation.”

“Thankyou sir, we look forward to attending when we are in London. May I enquire after your health?”

“Mrs. Darcy, I must confess I have a slight cold, it should soon pass God willing.”

“We trust that you should be much better soon”.

“Thankyou for your kind thoughts. Will you be in London long?” This last question was directed towards Mr. Darcy.

“Not on this occasion at least, however we anticipate returning sometime in January. We will be leaving for Derbyshire tomorrow”.

“I wish you both a safe journey and God Bless you”.

Darcy and Elizabeth moved outside of the church, and the good Reverend began talking to other parishioners.

“Poor man, it should be home in bed, but obviously dedicated to his parish. Pity his words were lost on the congregation due to his chill.” She hesitated before adding playfully “I am just greatly relieved to find he is obviously not a Mr. Collins”.

Darcy smiled and was about to respond to his wife’s quip, but before he had the opportunity they were confronted by Lady Lyell. Darcy’s face immediately changed back to its formal self and his more publicly known persona.

“Fitzwilliam Darcy, it has been a long time. I have read of your marriage, this must be your wife, may we be introduced?” Lady Lyell was if anything very direct in her approach, but her tone was not unkind.

“Lady Lyell, may I have the honour of introducing my wife Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy”. Elizabeth curtseyed and Lady Lyell bowed her head in acknowledgement. She too observed the proud reflection on his face as he made the introduction.

“Mrs. Darcy I am pleased to make your acquaintance, and have a great desire to know you better. Has your husband explained that we are neighbours? I would like to see you both to tea this afternoon – would 3 o’clock be suitable?

Elizabeth for once was caught short for words. “I, we…well….um yes, that would seem to be convenient” she responded without catching her husband’s eye.

“Very good then I look forward to seeing you both at the appointed time. Good morning” and Lady Lyell was off just as quickly as she had arrived.

Elizabeth was somewhat startled by the unexpected encounter and the request that it produced. It was obvious however that her husband was not pleased with her acceptance of the invitation. She easily detected that much by his expression. He held his composure, took her arm and she was very aware that he was directing her to commence their walk back towards their house at a far brisker pace than when they set out.

When they were safely out of earshot of the church Darcy exclaimed - “Elizabeth, why on earth did you accept that invitation? I thought we had planned to spend the rest of the day alone before our commitment this evening.”

“Fitzwilliam, how in earth could I refuse? She caught me totally unawares.” Elizabeth was totally flustered – aware that she had displeased her husband, but unsure of how else she could have responded to such a forthright and immediate request in such a public place.

“You could have claimed we had a previous engagement.” He responded - but in a slightly calmer tone. He began to comprehend that it was his frustration in having his plans for the day changed that had made him somewhat abrupt in his comments rather than the fact that Elizabeth had accepted the invitation. He even realized that perhaps his response was unwarranted in its tone.

“Fitzwilliam, really. I couldn’t lie – particularly on the steps of a church. Besides as she resides next to our house she would be fully aware of our comings and goings.” Elizabeth was distracted – I am horrified to think I have already upset my husband–we have only been married for 3 days!

He saw that he had upset her and that he was the reason for her distress. Darcy also had to concede the reasonableness of her argument, and was annoyed at himself at his reaction. It resulted in a very apologetic response. He stopped in the street and turned towards her “I am so sorry Elizabeth. I did not mean to talk to you in that manner. I can see now that Lady Lyell had placed you in a position where it was impossible to refuse”. He stopped walking and turned to her. “Can you forgive me?” His eyes as well as his words were pleading with her.

“Of course, I was somewhat startled by both her approach and her request” and your reaction she thought – I did not wish to make you cross. She cursed her inexperience in such situations. Confronting Lady Catherine was no problem, but she was unsure of how to conduct herself with complete strangers when she had her new family name and the respectability of her husband to uphold. She did however make a mental note to that she would need to prepare herself for any such confrontation in the future, and where possible to politely pass any decision of that nature to her husband.

“What must you think of me?” Darcy said to his wife in a tone that displayed his distress. He was now quite troubled with his outspokenness. Elizabeth saw it was her duty to restore the situation to the previous status that had existed on their way to church.

“That you are still the man of my dreams, and the love of my life.” Knowing that it was possible a response tainted with jealously given his desire to spend his time solely with her she gazed lovingly back up at him.

Realising that he was now (and very fortunately he thought) forgiven, and that they had thankfully survived this first minor difference of opinion in their marriage he patted her hand. He then bent towards her head and whispered. “I still don’t know how I deserve to have your love.” His head brushed against her ear and sent a shiver down her spine. The scent of lavender that surrounded her went to his head and calmed him further in some respects and inflamed them in others. He thought whilst I am still not comfortable with the appointment, I will endeavour to bear it as best I can in order to make amends to you my dearest Elizabeth.

Both knew that their first disagreement had been resolved, and both were equally committed to ensuring that they would take greater steps to avoid any repeat of what had just transpired. They resumed their earlier leisurely pace along the streets back to their house. Seeing that peace was restored, Elizabeth’s curiosity arose and she found that she had a number of questions to ask about their neighbour.

“Although it appears that she has been unknowingly the subject for our first slight difference of opinion, I can only deduce that you seem to be long acquainted with Lady Lyell. I noticed she addressed you with your Christian name. I am correct in thinking that is not usually the case with those with whom you are not related or intimate with? How exactly is it that you were acquainted with Lady Lyell? Dear husband you seem to have known her better than you indicated.”

Darcy had to commend Elizabeth’s powers of intuition and deductions were very quick and thorough.

“I must admit that this is certainly the case. I used to accompany my mother on visits to her ladyship on some occasions when we were in London. She used to visit Lady Lyell for tea and I would accompany her – much in the way we are committed to this afternoon”.

“May I enquire how old were you at the time?” Elizabeth gently asked, knowing that Darcy’s mother had passed away when he was still relatively young, and she was still trying to gather a greater understanding of his childhood, family and its relationships without causing him any pain.

“Looking back, I remember visiting her on occasion up until I was about 10 years old, the last time cannot have been more than a year before Georgiana was born. It is interesting that I have never stopped to consider that fact before”.

“How did you occupy your time there – I cannot imagine you sitting and participating in a ladies conversation?”

“I recall I spent a great deal of time in Lady Lyell’s library – it seems I was greatly interested in books even then.” Here was another instance where his relationship with Elizabeth caused him reason to examine past events that brought back some pleasant remembrances.

Elizabeth could see that he was now set to introspection. She desired more information, but she was also aware that any discussions surrounding his parents was still quite a tender area and one to be explored with great care. She thought carefully before posing her next question. “Was there any reason for your acquaintance besides the fact you were London neighbours?

Darcy looked thoughtful while he considered her question. “I seem to recall something about my Mother mentioning that Lady Lyell’s daughter was a close acquaintance of hers. The specifics escape me – it was sometime ago.”

Elizabeth was not quite sure about how to proceed next. She thought it best to leave him with his thoughts, and see what transpired. Maybe their visit with Lady Lyell will shed more light on the subject.

This chuch was the closest to Mayfair and used by the well to do of the area. http://www.st-james-piccadilly.org/
Hymn: “Ye Servants of God” Text: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Music: Attr. to William Croft, 1678-1727

Chapter Four

Darcy and Elizabeth arrived on Lady Lyell’s doorstep promptly at 3. Having discussed it over lunch they had agreed whilst some of London’s more fashionable people considered it polite to arrive fashionably late, Lady Lyell was of the nature to be precise and timeliness was an indication of judgment and consideration for your host. Their assumption as to Lady Lyell’s character and expectations was to their credit. She expected nothing less than punctuality – particularly given that her guests only needed to walk from the next house.

Darcy and Elizabeth were met at her ladyship’s door by her butler Smythe. He arranged for their coats and hats to be taken, and announced to them

“Mr and Mrs Darcy, Her Ladyship is expecting you in the lounge. This way if you please.”

Elizabeth noted as they were escorted to the lounge the house was identical in size and layout as their own London home, however it appeared more ornate but somewhat older in taste in this area at least in terms of fixtures and fittings. They were shown into the lounge where Lady Lyell was sitting in a large winged back chair.

“Mr and Mrs Darcy ma’am” said Smythe holding the door back to allow their entry.

“Thankyou Smythe, can you arrange for the tea to be brought in directly?”

“Yes ma’am, I will see to it immediately” and Smythe withdrew.

“Please sit down” Lady Lyell motioned towards a lounge covered with a golden damask, that had fine carvings about the arms and legs.

During this interval, Elizabeth had a few moments to observe Lady Lyell. She was extremely distinguished, and very much in the mould of Lady Catherine de Bourgh, but with a far more pleasing countenance. Her clothing was extremely refined, of the finest silks, and the headpiece and shawl that she wore were of very fine lace. Everything spoke of quality, elegance and taste – but nothing that was excessive or out to impress. Lady Lyell only wore a little jewellery, not overly adorned at all, but it was all fine and stately. This was very much to Elizabeth’s own taste. It was difficult to estimate her hosts age due to Elizabeth’s limited exposure to persons of a greater age than herself, having had no real acquaintance over 60 years of age, but she determined at least that this lady was likely to be the oldest of her acquaintance.

Darcy and Elizabeth took their places on the lounge. Elizabeth smoothed her dress, and was unsure whether or not to venture a comment that may be considered inappropriate or to wait until they were further addressed. She did not have long to wait however, as Lady Lyell addressed her husband.

“Fitzwilliam, I had the pleasure of welcoming your parents to a similar afternoon tea, shortly after the occasion of their own marriage. I also had the pleasure of attending their wedding. Your wife wears a similar glow displayed by your mother at the time of their happy event”

Elizabeth noted with interest that Lady Lyell had again used his christian name to address him, as she had done earlier in the day. She became aware that he was startled by the statement and was interested in how he would respond. She also knew that any discussions she had tried to commence to learn more about his parents were not always met in a positive manner. I am not the only one to be startled today by a direct approach from Lady Lyell.

Darcy was trying hard not to betray his surprise at the mode of address and the information relayed. As a result he may have responded in a manner that was a little more abrupt than he intended. “They did?” Darcy then drew breath before continuing a little more composedly “I know little about my parents wedding events, as while my parents were alive it was not really a subject that interested me.” He softened a little more before adding. “It may have been of more interest now given current circumstances”.

He gave a slight reassuring smile to Elizabeth, and she realised that he was back more in control of himself. Darcy realised that he would have to pay attention to this conversation, as he was now concerned as to what else Lady Lyell may impart as to his earlier years, and could not recall if there was anything that may be cause for concern.

Lady Lyell continued “It was a delight to host them and most appropriate too, as it was in this house that they first met”.

Darcy was both surprised and pleased. Since his betrothal to Elizabeth he had often wondered more about the beginning of his parent’s relationship, and whether they had endured any of the misunderstandings that occurred in his own frustrating courtship. Elizabeth was relieved to notice that Darcy relaxed a little further, on her own part, here was a means to learning more about the in-laws she did not have the opportunity to know.

Their thoughts and conversation were interrupted by the arrival of the tea. It was placed on a table in between Lady Lyell and Elizabeth.

“My dear Mrs Darcy, may I ask you to pour? I am afraid my arm is no longer accustomed to such a large teapot.”

Elizabeth smiled reassuringly. “Of course, I would be delighted to assist”. Elizabeth busied herself in pouring the tea, and her ladyship continued.

“You may not be aware Fitzwilliam, that your grandmother, the previous Countess of Matlock, and I were cousins, as well as good friends. As a consequence, it was only natural that our daughters were in frequent company of one another and became almost inseparable until the time they were married."

Darcy’s interest was now aroused in a pleasurable way about his parents. He hesitated before asking “Did this include my aunt Catherine?”

She smiled. “Oh no. Catherine was far too concerned about other people and titles even then. Catherine always preferred to cultivate acquaintances that directly held titles than discover some true friends, regardless of their station or status”.

“Then nothing much has changed – she continues as she began” Darcy responded.

Elizabeth was glad she was not holding a filled tea cup at the time, as she gallantly tried to stifle a chuckle, and tried to turn it into a cough instead. It seemed a contest of comments had started, and on this occasion Elizabeth was enjoying being the observer instead of the participant.

“Am I to understand she has expressed views on your marriage?” Lady Adelaide enquired in a spirit of levity. She knew enough about Catherine de Bourgh to determine how she would view this match.

Darcy noticed Lady Adelaide’s eyes twinkling as she asked the question – she has obviously had some interesting exchanges with my aunt. He responded in a tone that acknowledged the sense of humour he detected in her eyes.

“You could say that my aunt would have preferred to choose and determine the suitability of my wife herself” replied Darcy.

“Very diplomatic, Fitzwilliam. Knowing Catherine’s temperament and view on life there is much more you have to relate. I ask that you humour your Grandmothers best friend and relate the whole. There is nothing you can say about Catherine that will surprise or offend me, and I demand to be satisfied – or do I have to press your good wife for the details?”

She directed her glance towards Elizabeth who confirmed in her grin Lady Lyell's suspicions that there was much more to tell. Elizabeth had quickly discerned that Lady Lyell was lady to be trusted and allowed herself to be quite frank in her comment. “I think my husband’s hesitation is due to the fact that in one of my own exchanges with Lady Catherine I was not necessarily polite”.

Lady Lyell had realised that Elizabeth was of a very similar temperament to herself and replied “Do not worry my dear, if it could possibly be considered as impolite, I have no doubts that Catherine earned the response she received from you. Well Fitzwilliam?” Lady Lyell was not to be distracted once she sensed there was an interesting story to be relayed.

Darcy considered for a moment and understood that Lady Lyell was well acquainted with his aunt’s character and opinions, so there was to be no harm in relating the high level details of what had transpired, and that she may in fact find it quite amusing.

“My friend Bingley had recently become engaged to my wife’s elder sister, and through this Lady Catherine had been led to believe that Elizabeth and myself would soon follow suit. So Lady Catherine took it upon herself to visit Elizabeth and seek to confirmation that we were not engaged, and have her agree never to enter into such an arrangement with me” said Darcy.

“Sounds very much like something Catherine would do. She must have been very concerned to travel so far to seek such an assurance. But how was Catherine acquainted with…” she turned to Elizabeth “..my dear may I call you Elizabeth?”

“I would be very pleased that you do” Elizabeth sensed that they would become more closely acquainted with Lady Adelaide, and she welcomed the enquiry. After all they were very distantly related through Darcy’s grandmother.

“Elizabeth’s friend married her cousin who is the pastor to Lady Catherine’s parish. They met while Elizabeth was visiting her friend in Kent earlier this year.”

“Very well. So what pray tell was Catherine’s reason for requesting that Elizabeth not enter into an arrangement with you?”

“She claimed that my mother and herself had agreed that I should marry my cousin Anne, and by marrying anyone else I would be going against my mothers wishes.”

“What rot!” Whilst your mother may have humoured Catherine, she would never have agreed to such an arrangement as she would have rather seen you as happy as she was herself – Catherine was merely jealous of your mother. This would have been her way of trying to gain control of Pemberley, and the house you now occupy next door. Go on.”

Darcy was perplexed. “Aunt Catherine jealous of my mother?”

“Yes she was, I undertake to relate the details shortly, but I must beg to hear the rest of this tale first” responded Adelaide impatient to hear more.

Lady Adelaide is obviously enjoying herself and the conversation thought Elizabeth, and Darcy is responding in a way I least expected.

“Well Elizabeth failed to give the assurances requested, so my aunt ventured to London to seek instead the assurance from me” said Darcy with a smirk.

“She obviously failed on both counts!” Lady Adelaide was highly amused.

Lady Lyell directed her next question to Elizabeth. “May I enquire as to her tone of address to you Elizabeth? Catherine is usually quite direct”.

Elizabeth blushed at the recollection. “I confess her tone and line of questioning was very direct, but I must admit to being equally direct in my responses.”

“Good for you. Catherine expects all and sundry to bow and scrape to her demands. She deserves to be challenged” said Lady Adelaide in a matter of fact tone.

“I fear I may have overstepped the mark somewhat. Her language towards Fitzwilliam when meeting him after seeing me, and again after announcing our engagement reiterated her extreme dissatisfaction of the tone and manner at what I expressed, and her overall impressions on my suitability as a marriage partner for her nephew” said Elizabeth honestly.

“Do not dwell on it Elizabeth, it does not deserve such attention. Fitzwilliam – what did Catherine say to you?” Lady Adelaide cast Darcy a bemused glance.

Fitzwilliam chuckled. “Merely that I couldn’t marry Elizabeth as I had long been promised to Anne. Secondly, that my aunt was furious at the way Elizabeth had responded to her requests and questioning. Most important of all was that Elizabeth had refused to agree that she would never marry me.”

“And the result of that entreaty?”

“After a rather protracted courtship my aunt gave me a glimmer of hope. I had long been in love with Elizabeth” he smiled at her “but believed her to feel otherwise. I gave my word to my aunt that I would go to Hertsfordshire at once and put the rumour to rest. My aunt assumed it was to contradict the rumour, my intention was to see if it could be confirmed, an objective that was obviously achieved”.

Lady Adelaide laughed out loud. “Oh that is delightful! I do wish I had been there to see it”. Darcy is not revealing all – a protracted courtship? This will be most interesting to pursue, however I will leave that enquiry for another occasion.

Darcy added: “I am very surprised that you did not hear the last of those exchanges seeing that it took place next door. The discussion became rather heated and loud”.

“May I enquire how the current Earl and Countess regard your marriage?”

“They are totally delighted. Aunt Catherine had apparently written to them to try and have them change my mind. Their initial impressions were formed through their son Colonel Fitzwilliam’s information who had met Elizabeth previously. They chose not to respond to Aunt Catherine until they had met Elizabeth and formed their own opinion in the weeks leading up to our marriage. After meeting Elizabeth they apparently wrote to her and told her that they wholeheartedly supported my choice.”

“Well I am pleased to know that Gerald has retained his good sense. Rebecca would never have been swayed by Catherine’s opinions. Are your aunt and uncle in good health?”

“They are quite well, but remove themselves to Bath to take the waters on occasion. We dine with them and Elizabeth’s aunt and uncle this evening.”

“Would you please pass on my regards to them. It is a long time since we have met. Do I know of Elizabeth’s aunt and uncle?”

“Most likely not. Although my uncle Gardiner is in business in London, and my aunt does participate in a number of charitable committees” said Elizabeth quite proudly.

“They are the most wonderful people – we are forever indebted to them as they were the means of uniting us” added Darcy smiling at his wife.

Lady Adelaide thought they must be sensible and well bred people as like attracts like – they are obviously held in the highest regard by them both.

Darcy’s curiosity at a previous comment made by Lady Lyell prompted him to ask of her “You mentioned earlier that Aunt Catherine was jealous of my mother. I am most interested to know how that came about as my parents never mentioned it.”

“Well, I am not surprised that you had not been related with it. It was a sore point with both of your parents. It seems that the notion was rooted in childhood, and events over the years inflamed the jealousy. Catherine, although the first daughter born to your grandparents, was not the first child. Your uncle Gerald was the eldest, and heir. Your grandparents were delighted that a daughter was born to them, however another daughter, your mother, followed. So Catherine’s position as the only daughter and baby of the family was usurped by your mother.”

“Afterwards your grandmother was ill for a time when your mother was about 5 years of age. Your mother came to live with my family for an extended period, whereas Catherine was sent to another relative, whilst Gerald stayed at home when he was not at school. I am not fully aware of the environment where Catherine lived at that time, however she was a good deal more sullen and self-opinionated when she returned home”.

“Your mother was a gentle soul who disliked disagreements, and found Catherine’s temperament difficult to tolerate. She grew much closer to my own daughter, Clarissa, who was of a similar nature and age to herself. They were far more like sisters than Catherine and your mother ever were. Catherine was no doubt jealous of that relationship, wishing she could share the same intimacy with your mother that Clarissa had”.

“Later she felt your father should have preferred her instead of your mother – she saw herself as the most fitting person to be mistress of Pemberley. She was being foolish to deny the love between your mother and father – theirs was certainly a love match. But then jealous people are rarely wise. Catherine then married for title and rank – she may have initially thought that this was sufficient to enjoy a marital relationship, but quickly realised that hers was married relationship with little affection and esteem between the partners. Then your mother produced a male heir and later a daughter, whereas she was blessed with a single daughter. It appears over the years she has found many reasons to be jealous of your mother.”

This detailed account of the early life of his mother and siblings raised as many questions as it answered, but it did at least account for some of Lady Catherine’s behaviour. It caused Darcy to say “No wonder she was so set on my marrying cousin Anne – she must have seen I as a way of righting all of the things she perceived as wrong. I was fortunate enough to observe the true affection between my parents – it was their model, some shrewd advice from my father, and the comparison of marriages of convenience versus love that ensured that I chose marry for love – and for no other reason.” Again he directed a loving glance towards his wife.

Elizabeth had cause to reflect, so Lady Catherine was the middle child. She had often considered that her sister Mary was at a disadvantage being stuck in the middle of four other sisters – neither the eldest or the youngest and quite often ignored by both of her parents. By way of these comments Elizabeth’s attitude towards Lady Catherine softened a very little – however it did not compensate for the comments proffered against herself or towards their marriage, but Elizabeth felt she now understood Lady Catherine a little better, and how some of her opinions may have been formed.

The time was passing quickly. Lady Adelaide felt need to comment. “I am rather reluctant to draw this afternoon to a close, as I have very much enjoyed your company, but I must not delay you from your dinner engagement. Will you promise to visit with me again when you are next in London? I commit to providing the detail around your parents courtship – it is a delightful story I think you would enjoy” she thought this way at least I will be assured of them visiting again – I can see that not only Darcy is very curious indeed, but that I have piqued Elizabeth's interest as well.

They responded as one “We would be delighted”.

Darcy added, “Would you mind if I bring my sister Georgiana to meet with you? She would be pleased to meet someone who knew her mother well – she knows so very little about her, and I can only relate my experiences as a small boy.”

“Please do. I would be delighted to meet her also, and be very glad to relate what I know about your mother.”

“Thankyou for a most enjoyable afternoon”. Elizabeth leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Lady Adelaide was delighted.

“My dear, I have two requests of you, if they should not prove too onerous. Firstly I would ask that you both call me Adelaide – there are so few remaining that know me by my first name, and given our prospect for friendship and a distant but valid family relationship it would please me no end. Secondly; I would be highly delighted if Elizabeth would kindly agree to correspond with me?”

“I think we can respond favourably on both counts. We are extremely honoured.” Elizabeth was most confident in her response – she knew in that there was no need to seek her husband’s approval on this occasion at least.

As Elizabeth put on her hat and coat Adelaide whispered to Darcy “your mother and grandmother would heartily approve of your choice of wife, and so do I”.

Darcy smiled at her and said “Thankyou, that means a great deal to me”.

He took his wife’s arm and they made their way next door. When they were well outside and almost to their own front door, his wife ventured in a playful manner

“Well?”

“I admit you were right to accept the invitation. She is rather good company, I have learned some more about my family and her comments will provide for some most interesting conversation this evening. There is also the prospect that Georgiana may learn more about her mother, and that is a prospect to be most thankful for.”

By the time Darcy and Elizabeth had finished recalling this initial meeting with Adelaide, Elizabeth was more of herself again. “I seem to remember something else from that day” she ventured.

“…and what would that be?” asked her husband.

“after we came home from dinner with our aunts and uncles that very evening, we sat for a while by the fire, much the same as we are now before we went to bed”.

“…and?”

“I found that you seem to enjoyed it when I kissed your neck, like this” and she gently nuzzled his neck and kissed it lightly.

“I seem to remember the effect that it had, and I must say that it continues to do so” Darcy closed his eyes. “I think we should continue with this remembrance as well…..now let me see, I seem to recall……..” and he swept her up in his arms and moved towards their bed.

Chapter Five

The Darcy family left Pemberley by 8 am. An early start was essential if they were to make the long journey to London in the shortest possible time. Fortunately their path to the Bingleys took them in the direction of London, and the weather of late had been favourable – the roads were dry with few ruts allowing them to make good time.

They had planned to take the children to Hintlesham, and travel directly onto London without staying for lunch. There would be time to take tea while the horses were changed, but Darcy was also conscious that the longer they stayed at the Bingleys, the harder Elizabeth would find it to leave, so he used the need to travel quickly to ensure they did not stay too long.

Elizabeth travelled in the barouche with their maid Hannah and the children, Nanny Moore having left earlier with Violet, another maid, to organise the children’s things before they arrived.

The children were bright and happy due to the anticipation of seeing their Bingley cousins that morning, and William and Emma knew from when their father had been away on previous occasions, there was as strong likelihood that a present would arrive when their parents returned. They were too pre-occupied with their own thoughts to notice that their father seemed concerned and their mother was not as bright and happy as usual.

Aunt Jane and Uncle Charles were firm favourites with the Darcy children – Uncle Charles’s rules were always a little more relaxed than their fathers – and there was always seemed to be more time for games. Whilst Elizabeth knew that the children would be well cared for and loved, she knew it was not the same as having their own mother and father with them…she wondered whether the children would miss their parents as much as she would miss them.

Darcy rode alongside as was his custom when all their family travelled as the barouche was too crowded (and somewhat noisy) and the weather was favourable, but he would join Elizabeth in the barouche after the children were safely ensconced at Hintlesham. Darcy considered as he rode At the rate William is growing he will soon be able to ride alongside me – he will more than likely need to do so soon as his brother and sisters continue to grow.

The children grew more excited as the barouche neared the familiar landscape near the Bingley’s residence, and they grew more restless the longer they were in the coach. Darcy signaled to Elizabeth that as they were close he would ride on ahead to herald their arrival. They had previously discussed that he would do this to arrange for the speedy change of the horses, and to ensure that there were some refreshments ready for both themselves and the coachmen.

Darcy rode up to the front of Hintlesham, where it’s owner was waiting on the porch – and he waved to him in greeting. Charles Bingley strode down the stairs while Darcy swung his legs off his mount and dropped to the ground.

“Darcy!” “Bingley”

The brothers shook hands and Darcy said “It is good to see you brother – I only wish it was under different circumstances”.

“We do as well, but all we can do is make the best of the situation. Is your family far behind?” Bingley always had a knack of keeping a positive perspective on things – and this was another instance where Darcy was most grateful for his talent in that area.

“Not far – they should be here before the half hour is past. I would hope that we can quickly change horses and be back on our way. Can we arrange for some tea and refreshments to be ready for that time?”

“Of course – I will see that Stevens makes the arrangements directly, but are you sure you won’t stay for some luncheon?”

“Positive. I am afraid that the longer that Elizabeth stays, the harder she will find it to leave. Besides, leaving quickly is the only way of covering as much as possible of the distance to London before dark. We dare not delay in case we are too late”

“I totally understand. How has Lizzie taken the news?”

“As well as can be expected. She was rather upset last evening, and didn’t have a restful night. The combination of the news on Adelaide, in addition to having to leave the children weighed heavily on her mind. I am hopeful that once we leave here she can get some rest on the coach. We are likely to be quite busy after our arrival in London”.

“Come inside and see Jane before Lizzie arrives – Jane has written a letter to Adelaide, but it would probably be best that it is given to Aunt Gardiner to read to her – it may upset Lizzie too much”.

Jane was waiting in the hallway, having seen her husband go out to the porch to greet her brother in law. The gentlemen walked inside, and Bingley gave the directions to his butler, to ensure all would be in readiness when Elizabeth and the children arrived.

Jane walked up to Darcy and said “Fitzwilliam, I am glad you have arrived safely – is Lizzie far behind?”

Darcy moved towards his sister-in law and lightly embraced her. “It is good to see you Jane – and particularly looking so well. Lizzie should be here in a few minutes, I did not leave them far up the road. I am sorry to be so hasty – Charles said you had a letter for Adelaide? It may be best that I pass it to our Aunt to read as Lizzie is still coming to terms with the news.”

“Yes of course – I thought that may be the case as Lizzie and Adelaide are so close. Here is the letter” Jane removed it from her pocketbook and gave it to Darcy “ it would perhaps be best that our aunt or uncle take care of reading it to Adelaide”. He placed the letter in his breast pocket.

“I shall see that it gets there safely”.

“Thankyou. How is Lizzie?” Jane’s tone indicated her concern.

He turned and looked outside as he heard the dogs barking, and the sound of the carriage on the gravel. He was glad the letter did not have to be discussed in front of his wife. He said quickly “She was rather upset last evening and took quite a while to settle. Making things ready in the daylight hours kept her busy, but the evening allowed time to dwell on what was happening. It will be best for all that we don’t stay long and be on our way. You may find her a little pale, but that was probably to be expected under the circumstances – rest assured I will take good care of her.”

“I have no doubt of that – just make sure you take care of yourself as well” Jane said gently and placed a hand on his arm.

Just then the delighted squeals of William and Emma were heard as they exited the carriage with Mr Bulloch’s assistance. Next minute from behind where Jane and Darcy stood, the Bingley’s eldest children Edward and Elizabeth came rushing past them to greet their cousins.

Bingley came past them to shepherd the children into the house, while Jane remained inside to greet them. Bingley swung Mathew up the stairs while Hannah carried Jane Anne, who seemed a little alarmed at all of the noise. Darcy went outside to assist his wife.

He offered his hand to Elizabeth and she stepped carefully from the carriage. “So you survived the endless chatter?” He tried to keep his tone bright to lighten her mood.

It took all of Elizabeth’s concentration to deliver a reply appropriate to the mood of her husband’s question as she was now very weary from the emotions of the previous day and through having to work hard to present a cheerful face to her children – one that belied her true feelings.

“Hopefully they will have exhausted themselves as much as they did me – otherwise Jane and Charles are not in for a quiet time”.

“I think they gave up any notion of having a quiet time when they volunteered to mind our family – our children always seem a great deal noisier than theirs” he said with a grin as he led her up the stairs to where Jane was waiting.

“Oh Lizzie” exclaimed Jane as her sister entered the hall.

“Jane, Jane it is good to see you.” Elizabeth held out her hands to her sister, and then stood back to examine her appearance fully. “You do look well Jane, although a little larger than when we last saw you!”

“Lizzie, you know full well that was to be expected – however I am alarmed at how much bigger I seem to be with each child”

“It must be all in your mind Jane, as you look no larger than you did with your last. I am pleased to see the glow to your skin and the flush to your cheeks. Are you sure that our family will cause you no trouble?”

“Lizzie, they will be no trouble at all – the older ones keep themselves very well amused, and the younger ones can’t get into too much mischief under the watchful eye of Mrs. Hawkins - the most mischief seems to take place when Charles chooses to play along. Now if you walk this way with me we shall get you some tea before you have to be on your way again”. Jane linked her arms into Elizabeth’s and walked her into the drawing room.

“I shall be glad of some refreshment Jane, I admit I am a little fatigued – we had to make haste to prepare for the journey. Oh Jane, I know Adelaide is not a young lady, but why did this have to happen now?”

“Come Lizzie and sit. You know there is never a good time for such events, nor do we have any control over them. We have to trust in providence, and make the best of each situation as it happens. We have been blessed to know Adelaide for the time that we have – we cannot ask for anymore than that.”

“Oh my wise and sensible sister – if I could only view things the way you do.”

“It is your passion for life that makes you live as you do, and all of us who love you would not like you any other way. Now take your tea, and I insist that you eat something. I have also arranged for a basket of foods for you to take on your journey.”

“See you still need to take care of your younger sister” said Elizabeth.

Jane was relieved to see Elizabeth smile, even if she didn’t display the exuberance normally apparent in her demeanor.

It was not long before Darcy and Bingley joined them, and after some tea and refreshment, Darcy indicated to Elizabeth that they had best be on their way.

Jane and Charles went to fetch the children so that they could say their farewells. Darcy remained with Elizabeth. He embraced her and said to her gently “I know it won’t be easy to go, but I am confident you can appear not to be sad while we take our leave. You can however flood our carriage with as many tears as you wish once we are on our way.” He looked into her eyes and saw that his words had the desired effect.

Elizabeth’s eyes were glistening, but she was managing to control her tears. She even managed a small smirk at her husband’s last comment before she retorted “I think you can be assured that you will be in need of a great many cloths to dry my tears – no doubt it will keep you quite occupied”.

He took her hand, kissed it and then led her back towards the hall “I look forward to being of service to you madam as always”.

Despite Elizabeth’s best efforts to maintain her composure, the sight of their children lined up to wave them farewell hit Elizabeth like a blow to the face. Darcy had no difficulty in maintaining a public face in front of the children when necessary, having had occasion to travel away from Pemberley for business on a number of occasions. He was accustomed to the painful separations, and the joyous reunions that followed – however he became aware that Elizabeth had none of this experience, and he saw the pain in her eyes. He could tell she was trying to be brave, but knew that his comment regarding a carriage flooded with tears was most likely to come true.

“Elizabeth, dear, we really must leave now if we are to make any distance before nightfall”.

The spring days were gradually growing longer, but the daylight hours had not yet reached the point that it was convenient to travel long distances at night.

“Very well, but just one last kiss then”. Elizabeth bent over and lovingly kissed the upturned faces of her brood. She did not have to bend so low to William any more, being a strapping boy who had just turned 7 years of age. Four year old Emma was keen to cling to her fathers hand for as long as she could, even while she kissed her mother. Jane held 3 year old Mathew, whilst Hannah the maid held his 2 year old sister Jane Anne while Elizabeth planted a kiss on their cheeks.

“Take care of Mama, Papa, and say hello to Lala” William uttered.

“I certainly shall - and you are to take care of your brothers and sisters for me as the most senior Darcy here” said Darcy as he handed over Emma’s hand to her brother, then patted his son on the shoulder. William’s chest swelled on hearing his father’s words, and the responsibility that came with them.

It was enough to make Elizabeth choke a sob.

“Lizzie, they will be fine” said Jane. The sisters embraced. “We will have a grand time together. Adelaide needs you more at present, and you will be a welcome relief to our Aunt Gardiner”.

“I know that’s all true, it’s just…” Elizabeth’s eyes welled up again.

“I promise that we will all send you letters while you are in London, so you will know everything that is going on” said Jane gently.

“I’ll look forward to receiving them.”

While the sisters had this exchange Darcy spoke further with Bingley. “Thank you Charles, this means a great deal to both myself and Elizabeth. From our uncles correspondence it will not be too long that we need to be away, as she is fading quite quickly. I will write as soon as we arrive. If there is any inconvenience at all send us an express immediately and we will be back in an instant. We particularly don’t want any strain on our dear Jane.”

“Don’t worry – all will be in order here. Just make sure you take care of Lizzie, our Aunt and of course Adelaide.”

“You have no doubts about that – they are all precious to us and I will endeavour to do my best.” The brothers shook hands, and patted each other on the back.

Darcy took his wife’s arm and handed her into the barouche.

Elizabeth waved from the barouche until it rounded the first bend and entered the grove of trees that sheltered the approach to the Bingley’s house. Elizabeth loved trees, particularly in spring. The dappled light filtering through the light green canopy of spring growth, played upon the landscape, but Elizabeth could see very little of it through her tears.

“Oh Fitzwilliam, how am I ever to manage without them?”

Darcy handed her the first of many cloths he had discreetly packed for this very reason “You will just have to rely on the company of your husband” he said half in jest and half in earnest, while watching her blot up her tears which were very quickly replaced with others.

He knew it was pointless to argue with Elizabeth now, nor highlight that their obligations in London were such that there would be little time to think on how much they were missing their young family. He allowed her to bury her face in his shoulder, and gently stroked her hair.

“Dearest Elizabeth, you know we will manage, and that we are likely to have little time to dwell on this once we reach London. Why not try and rest now after the activity of this morning – you will need all of your strength once we reach Adelaide”. Darcy said this to her while stroking her cheek with a few of his fingers.

The emotional events of the past day had left Elizabeth very tired, and as Darcy saw her eyes were heavy, he made her lift her legs onto the seat of the barouche, and took a blanket to lay over her. Once she was warm and comforted, and with the gentle rocking of the well sprung coach, Elizabeth had no trouble in falling asleep as they sped on their way to London.

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