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Chapter the First: A Secret Revealed
"So how was the long awaited Netherfield ball?" Wickham asked his fellow officers on his return from London.
"It was a grand time," replied Chamberlayne. "The younger Miss Bennets were exceedingly attentive to all of us."
"Miss Lydia took my sword," said Saunderson laughingly, "and put on quite a display."
"And Miss Elizabeth asked after you particularly," added Denny suggestively. "She seemed extremely disappointed by your absence."
Wickham smirked smugly, "Of course she was, I've got her wrapped around my little finger."
"Well you seem to have competition, for she was singled out by none other than Mr. Darcy."
Wickham clenched his fists as he growled, "The very fiend I'd hoped to avoid by removing to London!"
Seeing Wickham's visceral response, his friends continued to tease him. "And he danced with no other young lady the entire evening."
This piece of intelligence aroused Wickham's interest. He raked his fingers through his thick golden waves as he pondered this new information, ignoring his friends who continued their discussion of the ball. So he singled her out, he thought, but Darcy hates to dance. The only time I've ever known him to pay such particular attention to any young lady was when he fancied himself in love with Miss Bertram! Wickham chuckled to himself at the recollection of Darcy's young heart being crushed by that lady's desertion so many years ago, and of his own pleasurable interludes with her.
Wickham recalled the day he and Darcy had seen one another in the street in Meryton. It occurred to him now that he had been talking with Miss Elizabeth Bennet at that moment. Could Darcy's angry countenance that day have been due to more than his history with me? he wondered.
Wickham was surprised by Darcy's choice. Elizabeth Bennet was undeniably appealing, but he never would have guessed Darcy would appreciate her spirit. He smiled to himself. Could Darcy be in love? . . . Perhaps I shall have my revenge after all, he reflected as he thought back with satisfaction on his previous conversation with Elizabeth.
Taking leave of his friends, Wickham went to the stables where the regiment's horses were kept and had a large black stallion saddled. He rode to Netherfield hard and fast, giving free rein to the beast as he fed the vengeful appetite that was welling up within him.
He arrived at Netherfield, his horse in a lather. He noticed servants loading trunks and furniture into wagons. Leaving the animal with the groom, he strode purposefully up the front steps and pounded on the door. "I demand to speak with Mr. Darcy!" he informed the astonished butler.
The butler disappeared up the grand staircase. He returned presently and said, "Mr. Darcy is occupied at this time. He is not receiving visitors." The butler then closed the door and went about his business, but Wickham remained on the step, determined to see Darcy.
He looked up toward the open window and shouted, "Darcy! Come out and face me like a man, you coward!" He continued in this manner for several minutes, as servants assembled around him, gaping at the spectacle.
At length, Darcy appeared, his anger apparent, his eyes blazing with indignation. "What is the meaning of this?" he inquired forcefully.
"Is my presence so distasteful to you that you must flee the neighborhood?" he sneered.
"Wickham, you give yourself far too much credit," replied Darcy. "Now what is your real purpose for this vulgar display?"
"I know your secret, Darcy," he taunted mercilessly.
Darcy paused in bewilderment. "I have no idea what you are talking about," he said.
"Do you not? I believe you made it rather plain by only dancing once at the ball."
Darcy, who had assumed this conversation must have something to do with his sister, was shocked. "That signifies nothing," he replied with a dismissive wave of his hand, hoping to avert Wickham's suspicion.
"In other men, perhaps . . ."
"You presume too much."
"I think not. I have fond memories of Miss Bertram."
Darcy, unwilling to gratify that speech with a response, turned as if to walk inside.
"Have a pleasant journey," said Wickham. "Do not be concerned about Miss Elizabeth in your absence. She will be in good hands . . . mine."
Without saying a word, Darcy whirled around and drove his fist into Wickham's jaw so forcefully that Wickham's head snapped back and he tumbled down the steps. When he reached the bottom, he rolled over and leapt to his feet. As he winced at the sting of pain, a new thought entered his mind. "I will have my revenge, Darcy!" he proclaimed. Swiftly mounting his steed, Wickham galloped in the direction of Longbourn.
Incensed, Darcy ordered Bingley's strongest, fastest mount to be saddled and brought around, and followed as soon as he could.
Chapter the Second: To the Rescue
On Thursday morning, Elizabeth escaped Longbourn and her mother's recriminations regarding her rejection of Mr. Collins' marriage proposal the day before. She was relieved by her father's support of her choice, but she was disgusted by her mother's insistence that she marry for mercenary reasons because she had always felt that nothing but the deepest love would induce her into matrimony.
However, she was cheered by thoughts of her sister and the attentions Bingley had shown her at the ball. She hoped that when he returned in a few days' time he would be ready to propose. Perhaps Mrs. Bennet would be so pleased by such a circumstance that she would forget about her disappointment over losing Mr. Collins as a prospective son-in-law. Elizabeth could not help but reflect on her family's behavior at the ball and could only pray it would not affect Bingley's intentions. Lost in these meditations, she scarcely heard the approach of a horse behind her.
"Good day, Miss Bennet," Wickham greeted her.
Elizabeth turned to look into the sparkling blue eyes of Mr. Wickham and could not help but notice how well he looked sitting astride a large black horse. She returned his civil address as he dismounted. Seeing that he was going to join her, Elizabeth anticipated a pleasant walk in his company.
The entire household was astonished when Mr. Darcy was shown into the parlour. Even more odd was his attire. He was dressed in traveling clothes not appropriate for a morning call. He also appeared uncharacteristically unkempt and distracted. Mrs. Bennet overlooked all of this as she recalled his attentions to Elizabeth at the ball and wondered what his visit could signify. When he inquired about Miss Elizabeth, after scanning the room and noting her absence, Mrs. Bennet was even more pleased. She regretted that she had to inform him that Elizabeth had gone on a long walk through the countryside.
Darcy began twisting the signet ring he wore on his little finger as his uneasiness for Elizabeth grew. He was eager to end the visit. Nevertheless, he did not wish to arouse her family's concern needlessly if Wickham's taunts were nothing more than empty threats. He simply wanted to reassure himself of Elizabeth's safety, and perhaps warn her about Wickham, before leaving the country. Noticing Mr. Collins' absence and recalling his attentions to Elizabeth at the ball, Darcy hoped perhaps he might have accompanied Elizabeth on her walk. He didn't like to think of Mr. Collins alone with his Elizabeth, but at the moment it was preferable to her being unescorted. "Is Mr. Collins with her?"
Lydia and Kitty laughed and, before their mother could answer, Lydia said, "Oh no! He has gone to Lucas Lodge. Lizzy has chased him away."
"Lydia," Jane admonished.
"Oh fie! It does not signify if he knows. The news has been repeated all over the neighborhood, I'll wager." Then looking at Mr. Darcy, she said, "Lizzy has rejected Mr. Collins' marriage proposal. Mama was quite vexed."
"Hush girl, what do you know about it?" said Mrs. Bennet. Lydia threw herself back in her chair in a fit of pique. "Now ring the bell for tea," added her mother. Wishing to change the subject, Mrs. Bennet looked to her guest and said, "We are so pleased to see you this morning. We didn't expect you to call with your friend gone to town. Have you any idea when Mr. Bingley plans to return?"
"I believe his plans are indefinite at the moment."
"I am sure it will be soon, as he promised to take a family dinner with us." They spent the remainder of the half hour required for a civil morning visit in inconsequential conversation.
Finally, Darcy was able to take his leave. His horse was brought to him, and he set off in search of Elizabeth. He could not be certain that she was actually in danger, but he was not willing to take any chances.
He knew Elizabeth would not be on the main road, so he turned onto the first walking path he encountered. The path was lined on both sides with elm trees, their branches bare, their boughs so low Darcy had to dip his head from time to time. The path opened into a meadow, and in the distance he espied Netherfield Park. He thought to himself, What am I doing? This is ridiculous. I have no cause to believe that Elizabeth is really in danger. Even with all Wickham has done, I've never known him to put anyone in physical danger. He turned his horse toward Netherfield.
As he cantered along, however, the thought of her falling prey to Wickham plagued his mind. He was torn between feeling foolish and his apprehension for Elizabeth. His instinct drew him back to the path he had previously followed to continue his search. He wandered through the paths and lanes for some time with his apprehension growing, but to no avail. At length, he noticed fresh hoofprints with the horseshoe's imprint of the _____shire regiment. He proceeded to ride down that path.
After a short jaunt, he noticed a mound of white muslin lying on the ground by a tree. It must be she! he thought. He feverishly bounded from his horse, his heart pounding with anxiety, and rushed to her side. Her clothes were in disarray, her hair bedraggled. As he approached, he noticed she was unconscious. He gathered her up in his arms, overcome by feelings of guilt. He knew that Wickham had hurt Elizabeth to hurt him, and began to realize that he should have exposed Wickham's vicious character to the neighborhood.
As he cradled her head in his hand, he felt what could only be blood. He looked beneath her to see blood on a gnarled tree root and confirmed his suspicion. He took off his coat, folded it, and placed it against the back of her head. Looking into her ashen face, he said softly but urgently, "Elizabeth, please awaken."
Her eyelids fluttered open ever so slowly, but she wore a look of terror and began flailing at him with her fists. Consolingly, Darcy whispered, "Shh! You are safe with me. You are out of danger while I am by your side."
"Mr. Darcy?" she muttered weakly.
"Are you in pain?" he asked tenderly.
She looked away and nodded affirmatively as her face colored with embarrassment.
"Who did this to you?" he asked, attempting to rein in his thunderous rage.
Her eyes welled up with tears. Gently turning her face back to him, he whispered, "Was it Mr. Wickham?" She nodded. She was overwhelmed with emotion as her tears sprang forth, tumbling down her cheeks. He gently wiped them away with his thumb.
"The blackguard!" said Darcy under his breath. "What can you tell me?"
She spoke haltingly, her voice breaking as she recounted the incident. "I only. . . thought. . . he wanted to walk with me. But then he. . . he grabbed me, and tried to. . . to. . ."
After a long pause, he urged to continue, saying, "To what?"
"I never imagined. . . I would be unsafe with him. I thought he was a gentleman." She erupted in tears again. Darcy waited patiently for her to begin again. "I resisted his. . . advances. He pushed me to the ground." She paused. "That is all I remember."
More to himself than to her, Darcy noted, "That must have been when you hit your head."
Elizabeth tried to get up, realizing that she was still lying in his arms improperly. Darcy would not relinquish his hold on her, and said, "You are not well; allow me to help you."
"There's nothing you can do to help me," Elizabeth bewailed.
Chapter the Third: A Momentous Decision
Darcy pondered the full meaning of Elizabeth's exclamation. He wondered how he could aid her. Certainly he could assist her in returning to Longbourn, but the consequences would be disastrous for her, her reputation, and her family. The servants would observe her condition and Darcy had no doubt that her mother and younger sisters would fail to exercise appropriate discretion. Everyone would learn of the event. Elizabeth would be disgraced and mortified. And it would be entirely his fault.
"I can help you. I can take you home to Longbourn and do everything within my power to assist you." Here, he paused briefly and added, "Or, we can be married."
She stared, coloured, doubted, and was silent.
He continued, "If you go home, everyone will learn of this. You can have no doubts as to the effect the event will have on your family, on your sisters, and on your own future. I can prevent those ill effects. We can be married by morning. Let me take care of you."
Elizabeth's astonishment was beyond expression. "Why would you do this for me?"
Darcy sighed as he raked his fingers through his unruly dark curls. He could not confess his feelings. Not yet. "This is my fault. I have long known of Wickham's vicious propensities, yet I said nothing to anyone. If his true character had been known, this could not have happened," he said, with great emotion as waves of guilt overwhelmed him. "Though, I never imagined he would go this far."
A look of understanding crossed her features as the tears once again began pouring out of her eyes. "What is it?" he asked.
She looked away from him and took a few deep breaths in an attempt to recover her composure before she answered, "I did not understand at the time . . . ."
She seemed unwilling to continue so he asked tenderly, "Understand what?"
"Before I fell, I asked him why . . . why he would behave in such a way . . . force himself upon me . . . ." She paused again, as if unable to go on, then she looked him in the eyes as if drawing strength from him and continued, "He said it was for you."
"Oh dear God," he said, clutching her closer to him. "I am so sorry, Elizabeth." Tears now threatened to spill from his eyes as he repeated, "I am so sorry."
"But it is not your fault," she insisted, her tears slowing.
"I should have exposed him long ago," he replied, recovering his composure.
"And for this reason you would marry someone you dislike?"
Now it was Darcy's turn to be surprised. "Dislike? I do not dislike you, Miss Elizabeth. I have never disliked you."
Her only reply was to ask quietly, "And what if I am with child?"
"That is all the more reason you should accept my offer." She said nothing in response. "Think of Miss Bennet and your other sisters. If word of this becomes known, they will no longer be accepted in good society. Their chances for any kind of future happiness will be ruined."
His words rang true. She realized how right he was. Elizabeth could see that his thoughts were on Jane and Mr. Bingley. Even a man so amiable as he would certainly not wish to be connected to a family tainted by her disgrace.
Darcy could see that she was still hesitant. "If you consent, we will leave for London immediately and I will procure a special license before the end of the day. We can be married by tomorrow."
"And you can assure the secrecy of my . . . situation?"
"I give you my word."
Only this morning, marriage to Mr. Darcy would have been the last thing Elizabeth would have wished or accepted. Now it was her salvation, a fate for which she could only be grateful. Yet she could not understand his motives. His sense of responsibility for Wickham's actions seemed very strong for him to undertake such measures to remediate them. Surely there was something less he could do for her if he felt so strongly about his own guilt. Nevertheless, there was little choice in the matter for her. She could not think of herself, of what kind of treatment she might suffer at his hands. Nothing could be worse than her present situation.
"Then I will agree," she replied, suppressing the sobs that welled up inside her at the prospect. With these words she had sentenced herself to a lifetime with a man she did not love and had never even thought well of -- and for this she must be grateful. There was at least some consolation to be found: she had certainly been wrong about Mr. Darcy. He may be proud, arrogant, and conceited, but she could no longer accuse him of selfishness -- unless choosing a lifetime with a woman he must consider inferior to himself and in whose company he had shown no pleasure simply to assuage his own guilt could be called selfish. No. She realized now that he was a good man. The best of men.
As soon as she had spoken, Darcy rose to his feet as he tenderly scooped her up into his arms and placed her atop the horse with great care. Settling in behind her in the saddle, he reached around her gently to hold the reins, insuring that she was cradled comfortably against his chest.
Upon arriving at Netherfield, he concealed her behind a yew hedge and proceeded to the house where he ordered his carriage. Elizabeth was left to ponder what had happened to her. As best she could, she examined her injuries. She noticed the condition of her clothing and could not help but recall that once Mr. Bingley's sisters had stared pointedly at her dirty petticoats. What would they think of her now, with not only her petticoats but her dress torn and soiled? They would condemn her, as would all respectable society. She should never have walked alone with Mr. Wickham, she should never have allowed him to lead her off the main road.
Her head throbbed, and she could feel her hair, matted and tangled, over the wound she knew she had sustained on her head. She hoped the bump was not affecting her judgement; the elopement seemed spontaneous and sudden, but she knew the situation must be taken care of immediately. And what else could she do? She could see no course of action that would yield a better result. She could not understand why Mr. Darcy would undertake it, but she was not in a situation to question an arrangement so beneficial to herself. She was sure Mr. Darcy had his reasons and they would be revealed in time, but no matter how terrible they might be, nothing could be worse than facing the consequences of such an event. She felt only gratitude towards him.
When Mr. Darcy's carriage was ready, he sent the driver back to the stables on an errand to ensure complete secrecy while he assisted Elizabeth into the coach and then joined her. He tenderly wrapped her in the rug and asked if she was comfortable before taking the seat opposite her.
"I am fine," she replied. "Thank you."
They traveled in silence for some distance, each lost in their own thoughts. At length, Elizabeth spoke, "We will cause a scandal by eloping in this manner."
"It is the lesser of two evils," he replied, quietly.
She was silent again for a long while, then said, "My parents will worry about me if I do not return home tonight."
"You may write to them if you wish. We will stop at an inn when we get closer to London. You may post a letter from there."
"Thank you," she replied. After another long silence, she added, "Do you suppose Mr. Wickham would say anything?"
Darcy turned towards her and stared at her for several seconds before responding. "No. He will run." Then after an extended silence he added, "But I will find him."
Elizabeth looked up at him suddenly and said, "That was not a part of our plan. You need not . . . ."
"Would you have him injure another as he has done to you?"
Elizabeth was chastened and said quietly, "No, of course not. I just wish it to be over."
Darcy leaned forward and took her hand, "For you, it shall be. I will deal with Wickham. You needn't concern yourself with the matter."
She made no reply and only withdrew her hand from his grasp. When they arrived at an inn close to the end of their journey, Mr. Darcy procured writing materials and brought them to her in the carriage where she drafted a quick note to her father assuring him that she was well, that she had eloped and would write to explain the whole of it on the morrow. Darcy posted the letter for her and sent it express before they resumed their journey.
Once they were traveling again, it began to rain. Elizabeth was in no mood for conversation as the carriage headed toward London, and she was grateful for Mr. Darcy's silence. In the past she had taken it for improper pride on his part, but now she thought it showed good sense not to engage her in meaningless small talk. She sat facing forward, Darcy watching her carefully from the opposite seat. Elizabeth felt fragile, as if she could shatter into a thousand pieces at any minute, and one quick movement would . . .
The coach hit a hole in the road, bouncing its occupants into the air. Elizabeth was lighter and she flew more than Darcy, landing on his lap. Her arms wrapped instinctively around his neck, and tightened to keep from becoming airborne again. Darcy's arms folded themselves around her waist. For the briefest moment, she felt safe and whole and would have been happy to remain in his arms forever. Little did she know how much he would have welcomed such an opportunity. But, feeling all the impropriety of the situation, Elizabeth looked at him in horror and bowed her head in embarrassment, willing her shallow pants to slow to deep breaths, even as she felt the carriage being brought to a halt. She dropped her arms and pulled herself back to her own seat. Darcy stared at her for a long moment and then muttered something about checking the carriage.
"But it is raining!" she protested.
"Then I had better keep some clothing dry for my return." He removed his outerwear, and then his coat and waistcoat. Folding everything neatly, he went out to see why they had stopped.
Elizabeth sat huddled in a corner, finding the coach too empty with the sudden loss of Mr. Darcy. Selecting his greatcoat from the pile of clothes, she wrapped it around her and breathed in his comforting scent -- the same smell she had inhaled as he rescued her from her painful encounter.
Darcy only took the opportunity to discover nothing had been damaged, but he was out long enough for the rain to plaster his lawn shirt to his chest. He brought a valise with him, and proceeded to pull clean, dry linen from its depths.
"Excuse me," he apologized as he stripped off the wet shirt, but Elizabeth barely noticed. She had sunk back into the mood she had been in before they hit that pothole. It was all very depressing to her. He donned his dry clothing as she drifted off to sleep, still under his coat. He was surprised to see her wrapped in it, as there were ample rugs in the carriage, but he was not displeased by it. He was relieved to see her resting, though it was certainly not the most peaceful of slumbers.
He stared at her as the carriage rumbled slowly along the muddy road with the rain drumming upon its roof. He studied the curve of her cheek, once bright with color and now dull with pain and sorrow and oppression. It was incomprehensible to him that any man could injure such a woman - willingly, deliberately. He would do everything in his power to return her spirits to the liveliness she once exhibited, but he feared the Elizabeth he had fallen in love with was lost forever. Yet of one thing he was certain: he would avenge her . . . or die trying.
When they arrived at his London house, Mr. Darcy had the carriage pulled around to the servants' entrance and rang for the butler and the housekeeper, his most trusted servants. When he was certain no others were within earshot, he gave them the following explanation. "Mr. Dobbs and Mrs. Lacey, I have a delicate matter upon which I depend on you to attend with efficiency and discretion. I trust you both implicitly, and I know I need not ask your secrecy, but this is unusual. While in Hertfordshire, I met the young lady whom I intend to marry. I have brought her with me and we are to be wed tomorrow morning." Darcy ignored the looks of surprise exchanged by his servants. "However, she has been injured and requires the attention of a physician as soon as may be. Mr. Dobbs, see that she is taken up to the gold bedroom without delay, and with as few people seeing you as possible. Mrs. Lacey, have the physician summoned to the lady immediately, then you are to act as her nurse. Do not leave her side. After she has been examined, please ask the physician to await me in the east salon where I may consult with him when I return. I am going to Lambeth Place to procure a special license from the archbishop. I hope to return within a few hours."
The head servants nodded their assent. Mr. Dobbs tenderly assisted Elizabeth out of the carriage, while Mrs. Lacey ran to direct a messenger to fetch their local physician. As the rain had subsided to a light drizzle, Mr. Darcy mounted his best town horse and tried to ride as calmly as possible to Lambeth Place so as not to raise alarm in the neighborhood.
Upon reaching the gold bedroom, Elizabeth barely took in the surroundings before collapsing on the bed. She embraced the pillow and released all her overwhelming emotions, sobbing openly into the silky fabric. She pulled her knees up into her chest and lay on her side, not noticing anyone moving around her until the physician arrived.
Back in Meryton, Mr. Wickham crept quietly into his quarters. The rest of his regiment was out practicing their formations, so he knew he was ensured secrecy for the moment.
He sat on his bed, put his elbows on his knees, and ran his hands through his hair. The pints at the Lion and Eagle had done little to erase the enormity of his actions from his conscience. Certainly he had intended to soil the pure maiden, but he had not expected her to fight quite so hard. When he pushed her down, she had hit her head, and the noise had almost frightened him away from his mission. The remembrance of his anger toward Darcy spurred him on, though, and he had completed the vulgar task quickly. He had injured Darcy in the worst possible way, perhaps even more than if he had succeeded in marrying Georgiana. But the sweetness of his revenge was fleeting as he realized his danger. Should he flee? Certainly that would make him appear guilty when Elizabeth was found. But flight would be impossible once she named him as her assailant.
Mr. Bennet thought it odd that Lizzy had not returned before the noon meal, but it was not without precedence. She occasionally lost track of time while wandering the countryside, especially at times when her mother was being particularly vocal at home. When she failed to appear for dinner he considered becoming worried about her, but it was not until an express arrived an hour later telling of her elopement that he felt the impact of her absence. Luckily he was in his library at the time, allowing him to hide his alarm from the rest of the family.
"Lizzy elope? Kitty or Lydia, yes - if a redcoat were involved. I would even think it more likely of Jane were that Mr. Bingley more persuasive - but my Lizzy? Never! And with whom? Certainly not Collins, not after what she put him through yesterday, and he would never do anything to risk his reputation in the eyes of his beloved Lady Catherine de Bourgh. I recall an officer or two dancing with her at the ball, but she did not seem to show a preference for any . . . perhaps that new man - Mr. Wickham - but he was not even there. She also danced with Mr. Darcy, whom she dislikes so much - now that was a surprise. And Kitty mentioned that he called this morning and made a point of asking after Lizzy. But that is ridiculous - Collins would be more likely to elope than that stodgy fellow! No, if anyone knew who Elizabeth was attached to, it would be Jane."
But when Mr. Bennet disclosed the contents of the express to his eldest daughter, she was as shocked and puzzled as he was. He considered going after Elizabeth - the letter had been posted from an inn on the road to and very near London - but how would he discover her in that vast city? It had already grown dark and it had begun to rain. It would be impossible to trace them now. As dear as Lizzy was to him, Mr. Bennet determined he would not be able to take any action until he heard from her on the morrow - if he heard from her on the morrow - and by then she would be lost to another man. Forever. His only consolation was to have faith that she had not chosen foolishly.
Chapter the Fourth: Defections and Discoveries
Mr. Bennet had not intended to tell his wife about Lizzy's elopement until he received word from his daughter, hopefully revealing the name of her "beloved". If he had only his family to contend with, he might have actually been able to keep the news between himself and Jane until the next day, perhaps by fabricating a "bad headache" confining his absent daughter to her bedchamber. Unfortunately, the servants he kept were entirely too reliable and conscientious. Mrs. Hill sent the maid Sarah up with a tray for Miss Elizabeth, who had not been at dinner. When Sarah found that Miss Elizabeth was not in her bedchamber, she inquired of Miss Mary as to her sister's whereabouts, then informed Mrs. Hill, who went to alert Mr. Bennet.
The query intrigued Mary enough to take her attention away from her book. She quickly checked Elizabeth's bedchamber, then went to her eldest sister.
"Jane, I've not seen Lizzy since this morning," she said, her voice full of concern, "I've just come from her room and she is not there."
"I know," said Jane quietly. "So does Papa. Lizzy let him know she would not be home tonight. You won't say anything to Mama, will you, Mary? I think Papa would prefer she learns of it from him."
"Well," Mary replied hesitantly, "very well - but I will not lie."
"Of course not - I would never ask you to lie! It is just that . . . You know how angry Mama is with Lizzy about her refusal of Mr. Collins, and if she were to . . ."
"I understand completely," Mary interrupted, happy to share in a confidentiality normally reserved for her older sisters. "I will just leave it to Papa."
"Thank you, Mary." Jane was relieved that her sister had not questioned her further, but she was still very worried about Lizzy. This whole elopement was so unlike her - so out of character. If it had been planned in advance she knew Lizzy would have confided in her; it had to have been done impulsively. Whoever the gentleman involved was, Jane could only presume that he had pressed her sister into this elopement - but she was at a loss as to what could have induced Lizzy to agree.
In the mean time, Mrs. Hill found Mr. Bennet and told him of Elizabeth's absence. For his part, Mr. Bennet still had hope that given Hill's discretion there might be a chance to keep the chaos at bay for another day; but fate apparently was against him. Lydia happened to be passing by the library door, which had been left ajar, and overheard her father say, ". . . Miss Elizabeth is away to Town . . ." This was news to her! She burst into the library, interrupting Mr. Bennet in mid-sentence.
"Lizzy is away to Town? Why had not anyone told me? But that is not fair! She and Jane are constantly visiting Aunt Gardiner, it should be my turn! And I do not see why she must get a trip to Town, even if Mama is so displeased with her for refusing Mr. Collins. I want to go to Town, too!" She emphasized her wishes by stamping her foot.
Mr. Bennet rolled his eyes and was about to caution his youngest to lower her voice when another daughter entered the room.
"Lizzy's gone to Town? Why am I always the last to know?" pouted Kitty, who was drawn to the room by Lydia's tantrum. She was followed closely by Mrs. Bennet.
Too late, Lord help me, thought Mr. Bennet. The barrel is rolling down the hill and there is no stopping it now!
"Of course Lizzy has not gone to town!" stated Mrs. Bennet emphatically. "I should know if one of my own daughters had gone to Town! Tell them Mr. Bennet - tell them they don't know what they are talking of!"
Mrs. Hill discreetly left the room, passing Jane and Mary on their way in; knowing what was sure to come next, she wished to be in a distant part of the house.
Elizabeth remained undisturbed in her chamber, accompanied only by Mrs. Lacey, until the arrival of the physician, Mr. Jackson. He was shown to the room by Mr. Dobbs, and Mrs. Lacey introduced him to his patient. Elizabeth was immediately put at ease by the elderly man's gentle and calm demeanor. He asked her what seemed to be ailing her. She shifted her eyes to Mrs. Lacey, not willing to divulge the details of her assault. The housekeeper retreated towards the other end of the room and occupied herself with building up the fire.
"I am not certain of all that transpired," said Elizabeth in a whisper. "I was walking with a gentleman friend who attempted to . . . to make inappropriate advances. I pushed him away and then he pushed me down. That is all I remember. I believe I have an injury at the back of my head."
"I see," said Mr. Jackson gently. "I will examine your head in a moment, but first tell me how you felt when you awoke. Were you in any . . . unusual pain?"
Elizabeth looked down, unable to meet the doctor's gaze as her eyes filled with tears and the color rose in her face. "Yes," she whispered.
"I am very sorry," he said. "I must ascertain whether you sustained any other injuries. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
The doctor then summoned Mrs. Lacey to assist him. The examination was brief and Elizabeth was relieved to learn that the doctor could detect no further injury to her person.
Elizabeth waited for an opportune moment to speak privately to Mr. Jackson and said, "How will I know if I am with child?"
The physician explained the signs to her and assured her that the likelihood was great that a child would not result from her encounter.
"Is there nothing I can do to prevent it?" she asked.
"I could give you a draught, but it is likely to make you ill and there is no way to ensure that it will be effective."
"I would like to try it."
"Very well. I will send it to you."
When the physician left the room, Mrs. Lacey rang for a bath. Elizabeth was bathed, and her head wound was cleaned and bandaged. Mrs. Lacey presented her with a fine nightdress that obviously was not one of her own. Noting Elizabeth's puzzled expression, Mrs. Lacey said, "It belongs to Miss Darcy."
Elizabeth had forgotten that Mr. Darcy had a sister and shuddered as she realized the girl must be in the house even now. "Does she know about me?" she asked with incredulity.
"No ma'am. She has not yet been told that you are here. I took the liberty of borrowing this nightdress on your behalf. I am sure the master would approve."
"Yes," mumbled Elizabeth, as she allowed Mrs. Lacey to finish dressing her.
Mrs. Lacey assisted Elizabeth into bed and then took her place at her side.
When Mr. Darcy arrived home, his first object was to see Elizabeth. However, Mr. Dobbs reminded him that Mr. Jackson was awaiting him in the east salon. After instructing Mr. Dobbs to send a message to his attorney, Mr. Stone, requesting a meeting this evening, Darcy went to meet with the physician and inquired after Elizabeth's health.
"She is as well as can be expected, sir. I have instructed Mrs. Lacey in the care of her head wound."
Darcy was hesitant to inquire further, but asked nevertheless, "Did she sustain any other injuries?"
Unsure as to the extent of Mr. Darcy's knowledge regarding Miss Bennet's unfortunate encounter, Mr. Jackson only replied, "No. She is otherwise perfectly well."
For a brief moment, Darcy was overwhelmed with an immense sense of relief. "Truly?" he asked. "Then it is as I hoped, he was frightened off, he did not . . ."
"Forgive me, sir," said Mr. Jackson quickly, raising his hand to forestall Darcy's comments, "I did not intend to mislead you. She is perfectly well, but there is evidence of . . ."
Darcy covered his face with his hands and stopped the physician from completing his sentence, "Please, you need not say it. I understand." Then, regaining his composure, he continued, "Is there anything else I should know?"
The doctor seemed hesitant to speak and Darcy added, "She will be my wife in the morning." He took the special license from his pocket and waved it in front of the physician. "She has taken protection under my roof. I must be fully informed as to her health and well-being."
"There is nothing else. I will be sending over a draught that she requested. That is all."
"A draught? What kind of draught?"
"One designed to prevent the conception of a child."
Darcy looked up in surprise. "I did not know it was possible . . ."
"It is not always effective and it may make her ill. I will return to check on her the day after tomorrow. In the meantime, you know where to reach me should the need arise."
As soon as Mr. Jackson was gone, Darcy went to Elizabeth's rooms. He knocked on the door to her bedroom and was admitted by Mrs. Lacey, who discreetly exited to wait in the adjoining sitting room. Darcy had hoped Elizabeth might be asleep, but she was still awake. When he approached her bed, he noticed that she appeared tired but had a restless look about her eyes. He pulled a chair up to her bedside and said, "How are you feeling? Are you comfortable? Is there anything that you require?"
"I am fine," she replied.
"Have you had anything to eat?"
"Mrs. Lacey offered me a tray, but I was not hungry."
"I have been to see the archbishop and I was successful in procuring a special license. I have also arranged for a vicar to be here at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."
"I do not even have a gown to be married in."
"You may borrow one from Georgiana. It will not be an exact fit, but I believe it will suffice. I will have a dressmaker here tomorrow to take your measurements for some new gowns and to arrange for the purchase of anything else you require."
"Thank you." She looked down at the counterpane on the bed, touching the fine fabric with her fingers. Hesitantly she raised her eyes, but could only look at his cravat as she said, "I cannot thank you enough for all you have done."
He took her hand. "You need not thank me. It is the least I can do."
"You are not responsible for what happened."
"I could have prevented it."
"Mr. Darcy, you made an impetuous decision when you found me in the woods. I would not blame you if you changed your mind now."
In a voice of forced calmness, he said, "What kind of man do you suppose I am? Do you truly imagine I would abandon you now, after bringing you into my home?"
Elizabeth could perceive in his features evidence of the disturbance of his mind; she realized she might have offended him. "I can only believe you to be the kindest of men, sir. But I would not wish you to sentence yourself to a lifetime of penance for the transgression of not exposing a man whom you could not have supposed would commit such an act."
Darcy's voice and countenance softened. "I do not believe it will be a lifetime of penance, Elizabeth."
She cast her eyes down. "You deserve better than a woman who has been . . . soiled."
He raised his hand to her face. "I could never hold what he did against you."
Tears began to spill from her eyes as she leaned towards him. He pulled her into a gentle embrace as he moved from his chair to the edge of her bed. She felt all the comfort of being in his arms again, and welcomed his proximity.
Several minutes later, when Elizabeth's tears had passed and she had regained her composure, she said, "I had hoped to meet Miss Darcy."
"You have had a long day; I will introduce you to her tomorrow. As it is, she is still ignorant of your presence and of my intentions to marry in the morning. I must have an opportunity to speak with her this evening."
"I hope she will not be too distressed by the situation."
"Please do not be concerned. Everything will be well."
She lifted her head from its resting place on his chest and gave him a faint smile. "You make me feel as if it will be."
"I gave you my word, Elizabeth. I will protect you."
She nestled closer within his arms and whispered, "I know you will."
"You should get some rest," he said.
"I cannot sleep," she replied.
He pulled her close and caressed her face and her hair as they sat quietly in the dim room. At length she drifted off to sleep. He laid her down gently and kissed her tenderly on the forehead. He then summoned Mrs. Lacey back into the room and asked her to stay with Elizabeth. "I would like you to sleep on the sofa so that you can remain with her throughout the night."
"Of course, sir."
"Thank you."
Upon leaving Elizabeth, Darcy sought out his sister in her rooms. She was surprised to see him returned from Hertfordshire so soon. He sat next to her and said, "I must speak to you." She simply looked to him expectantly. "While in Hertfordshire, I made the acquaintance of a young lady, Miss Elizabeth Bennet, whom I have come to admire very much."
Georgiana smiled.
"I intend to marry her."
Georgiana embraced her brother and said, "Oh Fitzwilliam, that is wonderful news. I am so happy for you. When shall I meet her?"
"You will meet her in the morning. We are to be married tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? But why did you never tell me of your engagement?"
"There was no engagement, Georgiana. I only asked for her hand today, and she has accepted me." Georgiana looked confused, but before she could give voice to all the questions forming in her mind, he continued, "There are circumstances that require us to be married quickly. I cannot, at present, divulge them to you."
"Circumstances?"
Darcy wondered whether his sister thought he might have compromised Elizabeth. "It is not what you may think. I have not done anything dishonorable."
"I could never believe that you had."
"She will have need of one of your gowns in the morning," he said. Though his voice held no hint of inquiry, his countenance was asking for her assistance, her acceptance.
"So you have eloped?"
Darcy could not help but reflect that in his sister's eyes, he had now engaged in the same behavior that he had impressed upon her to be so wrong in her own experience. "Yes. She is in the house now. But you must understand, Georgiana, this situation is different than what happened in Ramsgate. I am not marrying her to secure her fortune. Indeed she has not any, and you know I would have no need of it in any case. I do not like keeping the explanation for my actions from you, but for now, you must trust me, Georgiana."
"I hope she will like me."
Darcy smiled. "She will love you, and you her."
"If you love her, then I know that I will find her lovely and amiable."
"Then you will only see her for what she is, my dear."
After exchanging a few more words, Darcy left his sister to her thoughts and retired to his study, where Mr. Stone was waiting to meet with him. Their conference was brief - Darcy simply outlined the terms of the settlement papers he wished Mr. Stone to draw up. Everything would be ready for Mr. Darcy's signature the following afternoon.
Breakfast the next day at Longbourn was a quiet affair, apart from the pitying cries and outbursts of Mrs. Bennet. She kept to her room, but at the same time was able to keep the entire household informed as to how ill used she had been by her ungrateful second-born. At the close of the meal Hill came in with a letter. Mr. Bennet stood to receive it with much foreboding, only to be surprised when Hill handed it to Jane instead.
Jane opened it quickly. "It is from Caroline Bingley," she said with disappointment. After scanning through it, she looked at her father and said, "The whole Netherfield party have left for town this morning and have no plans to return this winter."
"Is there nothing else?" inquired Mr. Bennet anxiously.
"She does say that Mr. Darcy was so impatient to see his sister again that he left for Town yesterday."
"He did not seem impatient when he was here," commented Lydia.
"I do not believe he even mentioned his sister," added Kitty. Mary noticed that this piece of information seemed significant to her father.
Jane read the letter aloud in its entirety, dismayed that her friend's brother was said to have no intention of returning to the neighborhood either. Miss Bingley also wrote that her family was looking forward to spending more time with Miss Darcy, whom they all - especially Mr. Bingley - admired greatly. Fighting her distress, Jane reprimanded herself for being so self-centered at a time of family crisis.
When leaving the table, Mr. Bennet asked her to join him in his library. She followed him in and shut the door. "Are you well, Jane? There was no happy news for you in that letter."
"I confess I am a little disappointed about Mr. Bingley's continued absence, but it is nothing compared to my worry for Lizzy. Oh Papa, where can she be?"
"Perhaps Mr. Darcy can tell us. He also left the neighborhood yesterday."
"Do you really think it could be he? He has always been the perfect gentleman. I cannot imagine him persuading Lizzy to elope - especially as she has always claimed a dislike for him."
"Perhaps the lady did protest too much," her father said sardonically, paraphrasing Shakespeare. "I am wondering if a trip to Town might be in order."
"Surely Lizzy will tell all in the letter she has promised. Should you not wait for it before traveling to Town?"
"I confess I have not the patience for it, Jane. When it comes, forward it to me at your Uncle Gardiner's. Oh, Jane," he said in despair, "What could have gotten into your sister? How could she treat us so poorly?"
"She must have had a good reason, Papa." Jane comforted her father. "You know she would not go off on a whim."
"She has always been headstrong, but never inconsiderate. That is what worries me the most."
He sent Jane up to inform her mother, then tidied his desk in anticipation of being absent for several days. He instructed his valet to prepare his trunk for three nights' stay in London. The trunk went into the carriage when it was brought round, and Mr. Bennet climbed aboard and instructed the coachman to drive him to London.
As they were passing through Meryton, their journey hardly begun, he spied Mr. Denny and Mr. Chamberlayne on the street and called for the carriage to stop.
"Hello Mr. Denny, Mr. Chamberlayne," Mr. Bennet hailed them from the coach. "So where is the third of your trio? Has Mr. Wickham not returned from his business?"
"Here and back again," snickered Mr. Chamberlayne.
"He did, sir, yesterday," said Mr. Denny, ignoring his companion. "But Wickham volunteered to run an errand for the regiment which took him back to London."
"Yes, he that claimed one should never volunteer for anything in the military! He was certainly quick to answer when the Colonel asked for a courier!" Mr. Chamberlayne added.
"He was anxious to be off this morning?" queried Mr. Bennet.
"No, yesterday afternoon, sir," corrected Mr. Denny.
"Likely he met a girl the other night," Chamberlayne snorted, then noting Mr. Bennet's disapproval added, "Oh, forgive me sir. I did not mean..."
"Never mind, Mr. Chamberlayne, I know exactly what you meant. So Mr. Wickham was bound for your regiment's Town office?"
"Yes sir."
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Mr. Bennet took his leave of the officers and bade the coachman to continue.
So two birds have flown on the same day, or should I say three? thought Mr. Bennet ruefully. I shall have my work cut out for me in London.
Chapter the Fifth: Marriage and Mystery
Georgiana dressed with extra care the next morning. She wanted to make a good impression on her new sister-in-law, and she made sure that her maid arranged her hair neatly in the latest fashion. Every detail of her appearance was fussed over so repeatedly that at length she feared she might make the bad impression by making Elizabeth wait. She then ran out of her dressing room door and had to double back to slip her shoes on.
She rushed down the stairs, and then realized she sounded and looked most unladylike and slowed her step to a more decorous pace. Walking into the drawing room, she tried to give an unconcerned, relaxed, yet pleasant appearance.
Darcy stood facing the door, his arm draped over the back of a wing chair. Seated in the chair was the woman who, Georgiana knew, must be Elizabeth Bennet. Georgiana smiled brightly and approached them.
"Good morning, Georgiana. I trust you slept well," said Darcy.
"I confess I was quite excited last night, brother." She looked shyly at Elizabeth.
Elizabeth returned the smile, though it was not as radiant as Georgiana's. She nodded and rose from her chair as Darcy made the introduction.
The two ladies curtsied to each other, then Elizabeth said, "Miss Bingley had nothing but the highest praise of you, Miss Darcy."
"Oh, yes, she is always extremely kind to me. She compliments me whenever she views my work," Georgiana stated. "I hope that you found a friend in Miss Bingley, although I confess it is difficult to keep that straight in my head. To me," she explained, "Mrs. Hurst was Miss Bingley, and then when she married I had to begin calling Miss Caroline by that name. But both ladies have devoted hours to keeping me company."
Elizabeth merely nodded and smiled weakly. "I am glad they have been so kind to you. I look forward to becoming your friend as well as your sister."
Darcy drew a chair close to Elizabeth for Georgiana. As the ladies sat down, Georgiana said, "I am sure we will get along very well, Miss Bennet. I trust my brother's opinion above all others'."
Darcy smiled. "Yes, Georgiana, I am confident the two of you will get on very well together."
"I shall be so happy to have a sister as my chaperone when I come out next year."
Elizabeth could not help but notice Darcy's frown in response. "Elizabeth may certainly join you, if you wish, at any events you attend with your aunt, Lady ____."
All three sat quietly for a moment after this statement. Georgiana thought humbly of her indiscretion the previous year and renewed her vow of behaving rationally and carefully in the future. Elizabeth, however, realized that Mr. Darcy had reservations about allowing her to influence his sister. Feelings of self-reproach overtook her as she remembered her lapse in judgment in allowing Wickham to lead her off the path, alone. She began having strong recollections of the previous morning, and as her humiliating struggle came back to her mind, waves of terror washed over her.
Darcy noticed her knuckles, white from gripping the arms of the chair, and her greenish-grey countenance. Assuming she was reacting to the draught she had begun taking that morning, he immediately offered his arm to lead her from the room, and told Georgiana, "Miss Bennet is feeling unwell. You must excuse us." Elizabeth allowed him to support her weight and forced herself to walk with him to her chamber.
Georgiana watched the two of them depart with a sinking feeling. She wondered if she had said something wrong to make her future sister react so violently.
Upon arriving at the _____shire Regiment's headquarters in London, Mr. Bennet took a deep breath and, drawing his cloak about him, descended the coach steps and entered the building.
Once inside, he approached a clerk and asked to speak to Mr. Wickham. While the clerk summoned Mr. Wickham, Mr. Bennet reflected on the impending interview. He hoped this confrontation would provide him with answers about his favorite daughter. Presently the young clerk returned to the room with Mr. Wickham close behind him. When Wickham saw who had called for him, the color drained from his face.
Mr. Bennet was certain he had found his daughter's paramour, having carefully observed the officer's countenance in reaction to his own presence. He invited Wickham to join him for a walk outdoors.
Mr. Wickham replied, "I am very busy at present. I am afraid I do not have a moment to spare, sir. If you tell me where you are staying, I will be happy to call there tomorrow."
Mr. Bennet smiled, "I am afraid I am here on business that cannot be delayed. But, I assure you it will not take long." Then looking at the clerk he said, "Perhaps you have an office we could use?"
The clerk showed them into a private room and Mr. Bennet turned to face the officer. "You can be at no loss, Mr. Wickham, to understand the reason of my journey hither," he said dryly.
"Indeed, you are mistaken, sir. I have not been at all able to account for the honor of seeing you here."
"You are determined to make this difficult, then. Very well. I am here about my daughter, Elizabeth."
"I trust she is well," said Wickham in apparent discomfort.
"I was hoping you would tell me how she is."
"I am afraid I do not understand, sir."
"I believe you do understand me perfectly, Mr. Wickham. Let us dispense with this nonsense. You know exactly why I am here, and I trust you will do the honorable thing."
"Is there a reason you should doubt my honor?"
"I believe your recent actions are a sufficient reason to give rise to such doubts."
Wickham blanched with fear. He felt his chest tighten as he gulped for air. "Sir, it is not what you think . . . " he began.
Mr. Bennet stopped him with a wave of his hand and said, "Where is she?"
Wickham was suffused with a sense of relief as he realized Elizabeth had not identified him. But the sensation was fleeting as he further realized that Elizabeth was missing. He was overwhelmed with dread as he was suddenly confronted with the enormity of what he had done. A range of possibilities of Elizabeth's fate flashed through his mind. Had she never come home? Was it possible that she had not survived the blow to her head? If she had not, it meant, of course, that she could never identify him. But he could not yet rejoice in her silence.
In as innocent an expression as he could contrive, he asked, "Is she missing?"
Mr. Bennet's displeasure was apparent. "Let us not make a May game of this matter, Mr. Wickham."
At that moment, Wickham was struck with enlightenment as a very happy thought indeed occurred to him. "Sir, I believe I may be of service to you. I do not know where she is. But if there is trouble with Miss Elizabeth, it is possible Mr. Darcy may be involved."
Mr. Bennet's interest was piqued as he heard the name of his other suspect. "What do you know?"
"I had a conversation with him yesterday morning in which he expressed his feelings for your second daughter . . . quite violently."
"Did he indeed? And do you happen to know the direction of Mr. Darcy's house in town?"
"I do, Mr. Bennet; and I will be happy to supply it to you, but I understand that Mr. Darcy is still at Netherfield."
"On the contrary, I recently had news of his departure from the neighborhood."
Wickham gave Mr. Bennet Darcy's direction and the two gentlemen parted ways on amiable terms. The former quite pleased with himself for not only averting suspicion himself but for his success in implicating Darcy.
Elizabeth had taken to her bed to rest after her interview with Georgiana. Yet, her mind could not be at peace. Her stomach churned with the effects of the draught, while her thoughts were in turmoil concerning her situation. She began having second thoughts about the course of action she had chosen. Yet it was too late to turn back now.
She considered what her life would be like married to such a man. She had seen his prodigious capacity for kindness, yet she knew him also to be proud and disagreeable. He had again shown this side of himself this morning with his heavy-handed treatment of Miss Darcy. He seemed intent, moreover, on exercising the same manner of control over his wife. She was further distressed by his apparent reservations about her possible influence on his sister.
She now saw more clearly the ill-effects likely to result from entering into a marriage with a man she did not love and who did not love her in return. He professed to be motivated by feelings of guilt, yet she could not help but fear that he would learn to resent her when those feelings should subside. Guilt was no reason to enter into a marriage. She began to weep. She wept for what she had lost Ð all the possibilities for a future unknown; she wept for what she faced, a lifetime in a loveless marriage.
Darcy walked into her room to find her thus. "Was the draught so bad?" he asked with grave concern.
"I am well," she said, adopting a facade of strength.
"You are not well," he replied. "Is there anything I can get you for your present relief? A glass of wine?"
"No, thank you. I shall be well. I shall conquer this."
At that moment, Mrs. Lacey interrupted them to report that the vicar had arrived.
"He is early," said Darcy. "I shall leave you to dress."
He left the room as Mrs. Lacey began assisting Elizabeth to prepare for her wedding.
Miss Darcy joined them a few moments later with a dress she had chosen from her own wardrobe. "I have never worn it," she said quietly. "I hope it will serve." Despite the look of concern she wore on her face, her eyes sparkled with romantic thoughts of her brother's wedding.
Elizabeth looked upon the lovely silken white gown and felt unworthy of it. White, the color of purity Ð a virtue she no longer possessed. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she fingered the silky fabric. "It is lovely," she replied, "too lovely. Surely you have something less elegant. You should reserve this one for your own use on a special occasion."
Gently, Miss Darcy replied, "Miss Bennet, this is a special occasion, and no dress is too elegant for you today."
Elizabeth reluctantly accepted the gown. "Thank you."
Mr. Bosley had indeed arrived early to discuss the arrangements for the wedding with Mr. Darcy. The circumstances under which his services had been secured were highly peculiar and he was very curious to understand the situation. He could not help but wonder why Mr. Darcy did not wish to be married by the vicar who presided over his own parish. Indeed, he had been quite surprised when the gentleman had shown up at his home and made the odd request; but as Mr. Darcy had a special license and had offered to pay him generously for his services, he was only too happy to comply and perform the marriage ceremony on short notice. The fact that it would be held in the house did not bother him either; he suspected the situation must be a delicate one, and felt the participants should be as comfortable as possible when exchanging their vows.
While Mr. Bosley and Mr. Darcy were still engaged in this conversation, another gentleman was shown into the room. "Darcy, I came as soon as I received your message. Now, what is the urgent matter that occasioned my summons?"
"Cousin, I thank you for coming and I apologize for the manner in which your presence was requested. This is Mr. Bosley." Then turning to Mr. Bosley he said, "Sir, this is my cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam. He will serve as the witness."
"Witness? What is it that I am to witness, Darcy?" asked the colonel.
"My marriage."
Colonel Fitzwilliam was struck silent for a moment and then said gravely, "Mr. Bosley, will you excuse us?" The vicar reluctantly left the room and as soon as the door closed behind him, Colonel Fitzwilliam continued. "Darcy, what have you done?"
"I have done nothing to merit your reproach. I am getting married, that is all."
"Who, pray, are you marrying, and why have I heard nothing of this before now?"
"I am to marry a young woman I met in Hertfordshire. And you knew nothing of it because I have not had the opportunity to inform you of my engagement since its occurrence."
"I see. And, when did you enter into this engagement? I believe I had a letter from you just yesterday and you wrote of no engagement."
"I offered marriage and was accepted only yesterday."
Colonel Fitzwilliam's surprise was apparent. "Is it too much to ask whether there is a reason for such a short engagement?"
"There is a reason, but I cannot disclose it."
"I see. And, may one dare ask the name of your mysterious bride?"
"Miss Elizabeth Bennet."
"I do not suppose I would have knowledge of her family or connections?"
"No. Her family does not winter in town, you would not know them."
"Ah, her father is an eccentric and very wealthy old gentleman then, who disdains London and prefers the retirement of his country estate."
"Her father is a gentleman with a country estate. He is neither wealthy nor eccentric; and I have no knowledge of his feelings towards London."
"So, if I understand correctly, you are bent upon marrying a girl with neither wealth nor connections nor family of any standing after an engagement of one day, though you have done nothing . . . dishonorable?"
"Yes."
"Is there a reason I should not doubt your sanity at this moment?"
Darcy sighed in frustration. "I did not summon you here to ask your permission to wed, Cousin. Will you be a witness to my wedding or shall I seek another?"
"Oh, I would not miss it for the world, Cousin," replied Colonel Fitzwilliam. Then after a moment he added, "I do not suppose there is any chance of dissuading you from this venture?"
"No."
"Very well then, I have but one more inquiry: If you will not disclose the reason for the brevity of your engagement, perhaps you may tell me why you are marrying this Miss Elizabeth Bennet at all?"
Darcy smiled, "That question is one I can answer most readily. I am in love with her."
Colonel Fitzwilliam rolled his eyes. "Darcy, please do not tell me you have been taken in by a fortune hunter."
"I have not. I can assure you."
Miss Darcy entered the room to announce that Elizabeth was ready to begin the ceremony. The vicar was requested to return to the room. He adjusted his clerical collar as he took his place at the head of the library with his Book of Common Prayer in his hands. Mr. Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam stood in front of him, and Miss Darcy helped open the door and adjust the train for the bride.
Elizabeth saw the wedding scene as if she were looking upon a picture in a book. She saw the white-haired clergyman. She saw Mr. Darcy standing at the front, smiling at her, waiting to accept her hand. She noticed the table on which Georgiana had left a book she had been reading; it was marked with a pink ribbon. She knew all these things were in the room, and somehow she did not feel as if she were really there. She did not believe that she could be marrying without her family present; and yet it was happening. With each step she took, the scene grew more and more unreal in her mind.
Georgiana helped Elizabeth through the door and spread and arranged her dress to best advantage. She watched Elizabeth walk toward Darcy, knowing that her brother had a good reason for marrying this woman, yet wondering what the secret behind this unusual situation might be. When Elizabeth turned to look at Darcy, gave Georgiana her small bouquet, and placed her hands in his, Georgiana thought to herself that Elizabeth was the saddest bride she had ever seen. Her face was extremely pale and her expression was bland, yet there was a sorrow in her eyes that evoked a strong sense of melancholy in Miss Darcy.
For his part, Darcy felt he was being selfish. He knew his actions would seem altruistic to anyone who knew the situation Ð that he was saving Elizabeth and, indeed her family, from embarrassment, mortification and ruination. Yet he could not help at this moment but reflect that he had desired Elizabeth for many weeks now. Once he had noticed her wit and vivacity, he had come to view her as one of the handsomest women he had ever seen. He had always believed she was not of a high enough social status for him to marry her, but he had still wanted her; and now, here he was, poised to take her as his wife. Now, through a terrible circumstance, he found that he could have her. He did not care who looked on the union with a disdainful eye; he was marrying a beautiful, desirable woman, and he had no doubt she would grow to love him as much as he did her.
"Dearly beloved," began Mr. Bosley suddenly, "we are gathered here in the sight of God, and in the face of this company, to join together..."
To Elizabeth the words sounded thunderous and ominous. She could not believe it -- that this clergyman was reading these sacred words about herself and Mr. Darcy. She was on the point of pledging her life under the most adverse of circumstances to a man she did not love and who did not love her.
"... If any man can show just cause, why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him now speak, or else hereafter for ever hold his peace."
Mr. Darcy glanced toward the door. No one came through it.
"I require and charge you both, (as ye will answer at the dreadful day of judgment when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed), that if either of you know any impediment why ye may not be lawfully joined together in Matrimony, ye do now confess it. For be ye well assured, that if any persons are joined together otherwise than as God's Word doth allow, their marriage is not lawful."
The words swam in Elizabeth's ears. She wondered if she dared confess the events of the day before. Her tongue, however, did not move, and the vicar continued reading the marriage ceremony. His words blurred together until she felt Mr. Darcy give her hands a slight squeeze. He looked into her eyes and whispered, "I will."
Then she was conscious of Mr. Bosley asking her whether she took Mr. Darcy to her wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony. Would she obey him and serve him, love, honor, and keep him in sickness and in health? Forsaking all others, keep herself only unto him, so long as they both should live?
She swallowed, feeling her eyes grow large as she looked at Darcy's face. Something about his warm brown eyes and slight smile encouraged to choke out a strained, "I will."
"Who giveth this woman to be married to this man?"
Suddenly a dreadful silence hung over the room as all of its occupants looked around from one to the other. Darcy looked pointedly at Mr. Bosley, who cleared his throat and continued with next part of the ceremony.
The rector then said words that both the groom and the bride repeated, and Elizabeth hardly knew what she was saying. She simply said everything she was bidden to say in a quiet monotonous whisper. They then prayed, and Mr. Bosley pronounced them Man and Wife.
When it was over Elizabeth was flooded with relief, and simultaneously with a sense of dread. She looked to Darcy and wondered at the easy smile that brightened his countenance as his sister moved to embrace him. There was then a good deal of hand-shaking. Elizabeth was introduced to Colonel Fitzwilliam whose reservation was evident as he wished her joy. Georgiana shyly held her hand out for Elizabeth to shake, and whispered to her, "Now we are sisters!" It was at this moment that Mr. Dobbs entered the room to announce a visitor.
Nothing would have induced the butler to disturb his master at the present moment, except learning the name of the gentleman who had come to call. All eyes turned towards Mr. Dobbs as he said, "Mr. Bennet of Hertfordshire to see you, Mr. Darcy."
Chapter the Sixth: Explanations and Escape
Once Mr. Bennet had exited and closed the front door, panic began to sweep over George Wickham. Could it be true, as he had claimed, that Elizabeth had never come home? A new sense of dread formed a knot in the pit of his stomach as he pondered the possibilities for Elizabeth's fate. He knew that if she had not returned home, she might still be lying in the wood as she had been when he left her. Recalling her condition when he had fled the scene, he now realized that what he had done would be obvious to anyone who found her; and he had no doubt Elizabeth would identify him as the culprit. He knew gaol and public castigation, perhaps even execution, would follow. He was relieved that Mr. Bennet had not seemed to know anything of the matter, but he now realized that it was only Elizabeth's absence that had allowed him to remain secure for the one day that had passed. It was only a matter of time before he would be discovered. He must escape England altogether and as soon as possible. His heart pounded against his ribs. He needed a plan of action -- quickly.
There was one thing he must attend to immediately, before he could make his preparations to disappear. He was supposed to return to Meryton soon, anyway. He quickly finished the business he had begun at the London office and called for his horse without delay. He took off toward Meryton as fast as he could make the horse gallop, forcing pedestrians to jump and dodge out of the way.
As he neared Meryton, his horse lathered from riding so hard, he began to canter. He realized some residents may be out and about, and could view his actions incriminatingly. He rode to the place where, only yesterday morn, he had encountered Elizabeth. He then dismounted as he had done the previous day to be sure he followed the same course.
He retraced their steps. Yes, there was the boulder he had left his horse beside; there was the twisted tree with the protruding roots where Elizabeth had hit her head. Crouching down, he could detect a smear of blood. In the grass was a white muslin thread, and the dirt still showed signs of a struggle. Yet there was no Elizabeth. She was not here; she had not gone home. Where could she be?
Mr. Wickham stood and looked around for any signs of life. The only sounds he heard were birds twittering to each other and a brook nearby, laughing as it tripped and fell over stones on its way. He examined the dirt again, looking for any evidence that she had left the scene on her own accord, that she had walked away or even crawled or dragged herself; or perhaps evidence that she had received some kind of assistance. He saw only the signs of struggle. There was nothing else he could discern, but he was not studied in the art of tracking.
He quickly kicked dirt over the bloodstain and pocketed the thread from her dress. He tried his best to make the area look natural, and to eliminate forever any sign of what had happened there. Satisfied with his work, he returned to Meryton.
He arrived at the militia's quarters and crept inside. He knew the officers would return any moment from their drills, so he intended to pack as quickly as possible. He entered his room and began throwing all his belongings into a small trunk. He scrambled about, looking for anything that would fetch a price. He checked his pocket book and cursed when he noticed that there was barely enough to spend one night in London, much less purchase any escape transportation. He must find a way to get more money fast.
Stowing his packed things near the door, Wickham left his room to arrange some form of transportation somewhere. He supposed it would be unwise to desert on a regimental horse. As soon as he had a destination secured, he would write a letter resigning his commission and leave it for Colonel Forster. As he was meditating these matters, he ran into Chamberlayne and Denny.
Their conversation revealed they were on their way to their rooms to get money for the purpose of joining a card game. "Wickham, you must come and get into the game," urged Denny.
"Game?"
"Saunderson is challenging us to a game of cards," Chamberlayne explained. "I told him that he would rue the day he bet against me, and he would wager his silken drawers before the end of the day. I feel lucky!"
Wickham considered what little money he had in his pocket book and an idea formed in his mind. The current sum in his possession would go further in a card game than it would take him by post. Perhaps he could win enough to make his flight easier.
Without waiting for Mr. Dobbs' return, Mr. Bennet burst into the room.
"Mr. Darcy," he began. Then noticing his missing daughter he exclaimed, "Lizzy!"
Elizabeth cried, "Oh Papa!" Running to him, she threw herself into his arms. She had just married a man she barely knew, witnessed by only his relatives whom she had just met, and one of whom she suspected was not pleased with the match. Now her father, who she knew loved her unconditionally, had managed to find her at a moment when she needed family with her so badly. And he was here -- on her wedding day! Overwhelmed by all that had transpired since she last saw him, she wept uncontrollably on his shoulder.
Mr. Bennet had been expecting a defiant daughter, resolute in her decision to elope with the man she loved, not his favorite crying in his arms as she never had even in childhood. He knew something was terribly wrong, but for now he had to fall back on fatherly instinct.
"There, there Lizzy, all will be well. Papa is here," he murmured, comforting her even as he glared at Mr. Darcy. He knew that gentleman was at the root of his daughter's distress; Darcy even looked guilty! As he gently patted her head, Mr. Bennet noticed a bandage artfully concealed within her tresses. "Lizzy, you are hurt!"
Alarmed by her father's discovery, Elizabeth got control of herself and was eventually able to sniff, "It is nothing, Papa, I am well. And I -- I am so happy to see you!"
"You are not well -- you have been injured! Mr. Darcy, I demand an explanation!"
"Mr. Bennet, would you care to join me in my study?" responded Mr. Darcy.
"I wish to know how my daughter was injured, and why she is here in your home. I can only presume she has been here since yesterday."
"Papa . . ." began Elizabeth.
She was silenced by a wave of Darcy's hand, "Elizabeth, I will explain everything to your father."
Mr. Bennet did not like Darcy's high-handed treatment of his daughter. He was further surprised by her compliance, and he liked that even less. "I would like to speak to my daughter privately, if you would be so kind as to allow me the use of another room, sir. And, I would be obliged if you would be kind enough to cease referring to her in such an informal manner."
"I believe it would be best if you and I had a private conversation first, before you speak to Mrs. Darcy."
Mr. Bennet was stunned by the appellation applied to his daughter. Only now, for the first time, did his eyes sweep the room and notice its other occupants, including the vicar. "We have just married, Papa," whispered Elizabeth.
Taking the opportunity of Mr. Bennet's silence to return an atmosphere of civility to the room, Darcy introduced his new father-in-law to the vicar, his sister and his cousin.
When Mr. Bennet had recovered his composure, after he had exchanged the usual civilities with his new acquaintances, he said, "It seems the only way I am to get any answers is to accept your invitation to join you in your study."
"Right this way," said Darcy, gesturing toward the door.
When their privacy was sure, Mr. Bennet began quickly. "Tell me everything Darcy. How was Elizabeth's head injured? And how did you induce her to elope with you? She would not have willingly married someone she dislikes so much, even for all your money."
"Dislikes?" said Darcy in obvious surprise.
Mr. Bennet realized now that he had said too much. He had to remind himself that Elizabeth was already married to this man. "Sir, I still await the explanation you promised."
"I encountered Elizabeth out in the woods yesterday after I called at Longbourn. She had been out walking, but when I found her she had fallen and injured her head on a tree root. I assisted her as much as I could and offered to take her home. During the conversation, I was moved to propose marriage to her and she accepted."
"Clearly she must have been out of her senses from the blow to her head to have accepted you!"
"I assure you, her decision was a sound one. You will see that for yourself when you speak to her."
"But even if she desired to wed you, why would she not have waited a respectable amount of time? Why not be married from Longbourn Church? Why not wait for the banns to be published?"
"We did not deem it prudent to wait."
"Not prudent?" asked Mr. Bennet, his agitation increasing. "I would very much like to know why you, and especially Elizabeth, would deem it imprudent to go about a marriage respectably. Only an egregious impropriety would put her in a situation in which marrying in such a way would be the prudent choice, and I know my Lizzy well enough to feel confident she would never conduct herself thus." Darcy said nothing in response to this speech, causing Mr. Bennet's anger to increase. "You must tell me what occurred between you and my daughter at once!" he cried.
"May I remind you, sir, that your daughter is now my wife. I have behaved honorably towards her. She is under my protection now and I will not reveal any of her private business."
"How dare you claim to have behaved with honor? To deny me knowledge concerning my own daughter's welfare? You have taken her from her home and her family and you have nothing to say about it? This private business you refer to occurred before she became your wife, while she was still under the protection of her father."
"With all due respect, sir, your protection failed her."
Mr. Bennet was surprised by such a reference but supposed it only meant that she had been able to elope from under his very nose. "I do not understand what could have induced you to choose Lizzy."
"You of all people should recognize the qualities she possesses."
"No one is more aware of Lizzy's character than I; but I cannot imagine her qualities are of the kind a man like you would value."
"Then you do not know me."
"Know you? You are all secrets and mystery. Your explanations reveal nothing. Rather than answering any of my questions, you have only created more." Mr. Bennet walked around the room, his confusion and anger preventing him from seeing anything before him, from reaching any understandable conclusion. He simply could not believe Elizabeth had chosen this path. He turned to face his son-in-law and firmly said, "I demand a private interview with my daughter! Or do you intend to keep your wife from her family?"
"Mrs. Darcy is in a very fragile state at present, sir. I will allow you to speak to her but I must insist that you do nothing to upset her further."
Mr. Bennet winced at Darcy's use of the word 'allow.' "I have no intention of upsetting her."
"Then I will summon her, but first I wish to ask you a question if I may." Mr. Bennet nodded his assent and Darcy asked, "How did you know Elizabeth would be here with me?"
"I did not know she would be here. But when she failed to return home, I also learned that two gentlemen had left the neighborhood at about the same time as Lizzy. I saw Mr. Wickham first . . ."
"Mr. Wickham?" said Darcy, his agitation apparent. "You saw him? Where was he? What did he say to you?"
"I saw him here, in London, at his regiment's office. He was surprised that Lizzy was missing from home and then suggested that you might know of her whereabouts."
"But how could he have known she was with me?" Darcy wondered aloud.
"He said you expressed your admiration for Lizzy to him yesterday rather violently."
Darcy's fury was beyond all expression. That Wickham would do what he did and then try to shift the blame upon himself was incomprehensible! But he could not speak of the matter to Mr. Bennet. With an effort to conceal his anger, Darcy said, "I will send Elizabeth to you," as he left the room.
He found Elizabeth in the drawing room speaking quietly with Georgiana. She appeared nervous. She stood as soon as she saw him; Darcy asked that the others would excuse them and led her from the room.
In the corridor on the way to the study, Elizabeth said, "I hope your interview with my father went well."
"I am afraid he is very agitated. I was able to explain the injury by telling him you had fallen and hit your head on a tree root and that you were already injured when I found you. Beyond that, I only told him that once I found you I offered my assistance and proposed marriage. But he is not satisfied. He desires more of an explanation than I can give him. You will be tempted to confide in him, Elizabeth, and I must caution you against it."
"It will be difficult not to tell him everything."
"I know that this will not be easy for you, but you must consider the risk. I promised to protect your secrecy, but I cannot do that if you reveal everything yourself. You have placed your trust in me and I have not let you down before now."
"No. You have not and I thank you for all you have done." Elizabeth was loath to admit, even to herself, that Darcy had taken care of her after her ordeal much more capably than her father was likely to have done. "He will be persistent."
"That is what I anticipate as well and is the reason I have undertaken to counsel you on this matter. You must prepare yourself to resist his efforts. It is for the best, Elizabeth. Imagine what he will do, how he will react if he learns of it."
"He will surely seek him out."
"Yes. Do not burden your father with business that is beyond his ability to manage. Satisfy him that you are well and leave Wickham to me."
Without a word she walked past him towards the study. As she reached out to open the door he spoke again, "Elizabeth."
She looked at him.
His face held such tender concern she almost returned to his side. "You may summon me at any moment should you need me," he said with quiet feeling.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Mr. Bennet appeared deep in thought when Elizabeth walked into the study. She approached him and said, "I am so happy to see you here, Papa."
"I am happy to see you as well, my love. I was very worried when I received your letter. I could not imagine who you might have been induced to run off with; and now to find you with Mr. Darcy . . . is incomprehensible. This is so unlike you, Lizzy."
"It is certainly not how I imagined I would be wed," she agreed.
"I will not bother asking whether you are in love with him," he said solemnly, "but I must know why you did it."
"I had to," she said quietly.
"That can only mean that he compromised you in some way, yet he would not own having done any such thing."
"He did not."
"Then why did you have to marry him?"
"For the protection of all my family."
A look of understanding mixed with incredulity crossed Mr. Bennet's face. "So, you married him for his money."
"No, Papa!" she replied.
In response to her heightened agitation, he took a step closer to her and clasped her hands in his own. "I wish to understand what has happened here, Lizzy! What of the injury to your head?"
"I fell and hit it against a tree root. The doctor has looked at it and he expects it to heal fully."
"I am glad for that, at least."
Elizabeth was silent as her father tried to think of a question that might yield an answer. Before he could form any such query, there was a knock at the door; after a few seconds it opened and Mr. Darcy entered the room followed by another man. "Forgive me for interrupting, sir, but I thought you might be interested in knowing that my attorney has just arrived with the marriage settlement papers." He introduced Mr. Stone to his new bride and her father; then Elizabeth took the opportunity to exit the room and leave the gentlemen to their business.
She returned to the drawing room where she was met with warmth from both Georgiana and Colonel Fitzwilliam, but she only remained long enough to excuse herself. She needed time for solitary reflection after all she had been through the past two days.
Meanwhile, in the study, Mr. Bennet was shocked when he viewed the papers Mr. Darcy had asked Mr. Stone to prepare. The terms were very generous to Elizabeth, more generous than he might have hoped even had the marriage been accomplished under normal circumstances. It did not take long for the gentlemen to discuss the terms of the document and after Mr. Darcy affixed his signature, he applied to Mr. Bennet to do the same. Mr. Bennet felt he had little choice in the matter as the marriage had already been accomplished.
When all was said and done and Mr. Stone had left them, Mr. Bennet said, "I know that you and Lizzy are not telling me everything, but she has put her faith in you, sir, and I must trust in her judgment." He extended his hand and Darcy accepted it readily. Mr. Bennet was still unsatisfied with the situation and his own lack of information, but he was resigned to the fact that he would learn nothing more at present. He was convinced within himself that Darcy had done something untoward to bring about the marriage, but with no means of discovering what it might be and Elizabeth's cooperation with her husband in everything, there was nothing to be done at present. He could only hope for further enlightenment on his next interview with her.
The gentlemen returned to the drawing room only to find that Elizabeth had gone to her room. Mr. Bennet had hoped to take her back to Gracechurch with him, even if only for a short visit. Having no reason to remain longer, he took his leave as he was impatient to consult with his brother-in-law regarding the events of the day and to write a letter to his wife with the news of Elizabeth's marriage. Unsure whether she would be more pleased that Lizzy had made such a good match, or more disappointed about the manner in which the marriage had been achieved, he had no desire to witness her reaction in either circumstance. Darcy invited his father-in-law to remain at his home, but Mr. Bennet would not be prevailed upon to stay. He did agree, however, to return for dinner that evening.
George Wickham pushed the lock of sweaty hair off his brow. He had gambled and lost almost all of his money and seemed to be wasting precious time. He knew that he needed to leave and make good his escape. One of the younger officers, Winston, had been bragging about winning the last hand. Today had been his last day with the regiment and he was excited with the prospect of travel. He boasted of his plans to board a ship for Canada on the morrow to join his family in helping establish a new settlement. The money he had won would go far in this endeavor. Wickham wished he had passage to Canada. As it was, he didn't have enough money for a ride on a post carriage to Kent.
As the new game was dealt, Wickham was desperate. Then, the sun shone upon him. He had always known his rakish ways would pay off someday -- and here it happened just when he most needed it. Rebecca, the serving girl, put a pint down in front of him, then whispered something in his ear. It was not the sweet nothings he was accustomed to hearing from feminine voices. She had told him what cards the other men were holding. He turned his head slightly to give her one of his winning smiles and only then remembered the enjoyable night they had spent together when he first came into town. The other men chuckled at his flirtation, but did not notice that his luck in the game began to increase.
With Rebecca's assistance, he easily won the next few hands and had all but emptied his opponents' pockets. Winston was agitated and distressed. He had lost his grandfather's watch. But during the next game, Wickham was more than happy to give him the opportunity to win it back, if he would put his ticket to Canada on the table. Wickham knew the younger man would agree, Winston had a good hand and Wickham knew it, but he also knew his own hand was better. Fate had smiled on him this night. One more win would secure his future. Rebecca's assistance was invaluable. The time had come to show the cards: two of the drunken gamblers had nothing; Chamberlayne had only three of a kind, and Winston had a flush of three. Wickham lay down his pair and point with a flourish; no one had higher pips. The look of shock and devastation on Winston's face was priceless. How lucky for him a position in this militia regiment would be available just when he needed to resume his employment!
With nary a pause after he laid down the winning hand did he snatch up the ticket, pocket his other winnings, and announce his departure, saying, "Thank you chaps for a lively game! I daresay I had a lucky hand, a very lucky hand!" The other men complained of his leaving so early, and without giving them the opportunity to recover their losses. To appease them he bought them all another round of ale thinking it would keep them distracted long enough for him to make his departure. He handed the coins over to Rebecca with a little something extra for herself, then whispered an empty promise into her ear that he would do more to repay her kindness later in the evening.
Upon exiting the establishment, Wickham went directly to his quarters and had a servant bring down his trunk while he quickly drafted his resignation to Colonel Forster. The other officers had no more money left to gamble on cards, but were too busy consoling themselves with the last round of drink he had purchased to notice his escape. His luck held, and he was on a post carriage within half an hour. His destination was Southampton. Tomorrow he would escape to the wilds of Canada.