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Chapter the Seventh: Revelations and a Reprieve
As soon as the door closed behind Mr. Bennet, Mr. Darcy excused himself quickly from the others and left the house without an explanation. Colonel Fitzwilliam was puzzled by this behavior, but he took it upon himself to thank Mr. Bosley, make sure he was well paid, and see him out. Meanwhile, Georgiana went to check on her new sister.
Elizabeth had gone directly to bed where she could let her tears flow freely. She cried for several minutes, as all the pain and misery of the past few days caught up with her. She cried for her future. She was married. It was done. There was no turning back now. She was trapped in a loveless marriage, at the mercy of an arrogant, disagreeable husband. The reminder of how kind he had been to her the past two days was little consolation.
A knock on the door roused her to her feet. She dried her eyes as best she could as she said, "Come in."
Georgiana walked into the room and asked how she was feeling.
"I feel fine, thank you," she replied, though it was apparent that she was not fine.
Georgiana sat on the side of the bed, gravely concerned about Elizabeth's evident distress. "It was a pleasure to meet your father. You must have been happy to have him present on your wedding day."
Elizabeth fought to hold back the tears. "It was a very pleasant surprise. Before yesterday, I never expected to marry without my family in attendance."
"It must have been a very difficult choice."
Elizabeth was silent. She felt as if she'd had no choice at all, but she could not tell her new sister that.
Georgiana continued, "We are both lucky to have had Fitzwilliam there in trying times to help us make difficult decisions. His judgment is always sound."
"Fitzwilliam?" Elizabeth replied in confusion.
"My brother," Georgiana replied gently, "not my cousin."
Elizabeth nodded, and there was a trace of sadness in her features. "He does seem to know how to handle difficult situations."
"He always knows the right thing to do, and has even saved me from my own mistakes."
"Which, considering your age and disposition, were minor I am certain," Elizabeth replied.
Georgiana took a fortifying breath and said quietly, "I'm afraid last summer I made a grievous error of judgment which would have resulted in misery and woe. Fortunately, my brother's timely intervention saved me."
"That sounds very serious," said Elizabeth, sitting down next to her.
"It was indeed," replied Georgiana, relieved to finally have someone to talk to about her ordeal last year. "I had agreed to elope with a gentleman who claimed to love me; but he was only interested in my fortune."
"You were going to elope?" asked Elizabeth in surprise.
Georgiana shifted her eyes down and dropped her head slightly. "Yes. I remembered Mr. Wickham from . . ."
"Mr. Wickham?" said Elizabeth in horror.
"Yes. Do you know him?"
Elizabeth was flustered. She immediately stood up and took several steps away from Miss Darcy. "Ye . . . Yes, I know him . . . please . . . please leave me!"
Georgiana was shocked by this behavior, and quickly fled the room.
Elizabeth's tears began to flow again. The very mention of Wickham's name filled her with disgust and self loathing. How could she ever have thought well of such a man? He was despicable, depraved and dangerous. The memories of her encounter with him flooded her thoughts and she tried to close her mind like a dam. As she recollected Miss Darcy's disclosure, she also remembered Mr. Darcy's revelation when he found her, about his past relationship with Mr. Wickham. She was not the only person to have been taken in and hurt by the foul villain. After several minutes, she was able to regain her composure and she realized she had just affronted her new sister. She quickly went to Georgiana's room and knocked softly.
"Come in," whispered a sad voice from the other side of the door.
Elizabeth entered to find Miss Darcy sitting pensively on the sofa. Elizabeth approached her slowly and sat down by her side. She gave her an apologetic glance and apprehensively began to speak. "Please forgive me for my behavior. I am so sorry I spoke thus. I fear I have not been myself these past few days." Georgiana smiled an understanding smile, and Elizabeth returned it. "I will listen if you wish to tell me of your experience. I suppose Mr. Darcy did something to prevent the elopement?"
Georgiana disclosed the details of her near catastrophe with Mr. Wickham to Elizabeth and the two were still commiserating when the arrival of the dressmaker was announced.
Georgiana did not wish to intrude on the fitting, but Elizabeth asked so sincerely that she join her that she could not refuse. They both went to Elizabeth's dressing room where the modiste was busily unpacking her fashion plates. The two women enjoyed themselves picking out fabrics and styles for Elizabeth's gowns. Never had Elizabeth been given such a range of choices. Georgiana was impressed by the good taste she exhibited in making her selections. Elizabeth was even bold enough to insist that Georgiana order at least one new gown -- "After all, I wore one of your new ones today," she said.
The excitement of their task helped them both to forget the somber mood that had earlier pervaded the room. Elizabeth was happier by the time the modiste had left, as she and Georgiana continued to talk cheerfully of the latest fashions.
After some time, Georgiana started to excuse herself to see to the preparations for dinner. Then she realized she was usurping her new sister's position and all her usual shyness returned. What would Elizabeth think of her? She blushed and said, "Forgive me Mrs. Darcy, I did not intend to presume to . . . "
"Oh my dear Georgiana, you must call me Elizabeth . . . and I would be very much obliged if you would continue to perform the duties of the house for this evening. I am still feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything."
"Of course, Elizabeth. I will handle everything myself and leave you to rest." She told Elizabeth the time dinner would be served and promised to send up her maid a half hour before.
"Thank you so much," replied Elizabeth. She felt a bit guilty and she hoped Darcy would not be displeased with her for shirking her duties. But, truth be told, her head was swimming at the prospect of taking charge of her new household. Although she felt she had the ability to manage the house, she did not feel at all ready to assume the responsibility. Everything was so new and it had all happened so fast. She was also feeling ill with a tightening in the pit of her stomach -- the effect of the draught -- but she saw no need to burden her young sister with that information. Before Georgiana left the room, she asked that her father be shown up directly to her private sitting room upon his arrival.
Darcy arrived at the regimental office in another part of London and requested an interview with the officer in command. Their conversation was brief, however, and Darcy was only able to learn that Mr. Wickham had returned to Meryton soon after receiving a visit from a gentleman early in the day. Darcy had half a mind to depart for Meryton immediately, but it was late and he remembered that it was his wedding day. He felt he should be at home with Elizabeth today of all days; even his efforts to bring Wickham to justice could wait until morning. He set off for home, determined to stop and purchase a gift for his wife on the way.
Georgiana had just finished discussing the dinner with Mrs. Lacey when Mr. Dobbs informed her that Mr. and Miss Bingley had called and asked for her as well as the master. She directed him to admit them into a sitting room and ordered refreshments. Then she remembered Elizabeth's request and called Mr. Dobbs back. "When Mr. Bennet arrives could you please escort him to Mrs. Darcy's sitting room immediately? She will await him there."
When she entered the room to join the Bingleys, Caroline approached her with hands outstretched. "Dear Georgiana! How delightful to see you again!" She grasped Georgiana's hands and kissed beside each of her cheeks. "Mr. Darcy alluded to your growth, but I did not believe you could look so mature and lovely! My dear friend, you are becoming ever the lady of the house."
Georgiana blushed. She was used to such flattery and personal comments from Caroline, so this was not the cause of her discomfort. Instead, she colored because she was unsure of how much information to disclose to the Bingleys. As she knew her brother had eloped the day before, she was fairly certain he had not informed them of his impending marriage, and knew that Mr. Darcy and his new Mrs. Darcy should be the ones to disclose the news. Yet, she felt awkward keeping them ignorant on such a point.
She replied with an attempt at composure, "I understand you wish to see my brother, Mr. Bingley. Unfortunately he is attending business on the other side of town."
Bingley's confusion was evident. "My sisters told me that he left Hertforshire quite abruptly yesterday. I hope he is well?"
"Yes, he is perfectly well. I thank you." After a moment's hesitation she added, "I am sure he will be sorry to have missed your visit. Unless . . ." she was certain her brother would want to share his new situation with his friend. "I wonder if you can stay with us for dinner. He will return by then and I know he would want you to dine with us."
Caroline answered before Charles could speak. "How gracious of you to extend the invitation to us, Miss Darcy! We would be delighted to dine at your table." Caroline had at first been disappointed that Mr. Darcy was not at home, but an invitation to dinner meant more than just a customary half hour social call - it meant an evening with the man she meant to make her own. She felt that she had made some inroads in her conquest of him during his stay at Netherfield and she was assured that just a few more evenings in company together was all that was needed for him to finally give in and pledge his troth.
Charles nodded. He sensed Georgiana's agitation. "That is, if it is not an inconvenience to your staff," he offered.
Georgiana knew that Mrs. Lacey had ordered the cooks to find the best ingredients at market for today's dinner, in celebration of the morning's wedding. "No, I know it will be no inconvenience," she told them. "Let me inform the housekeeper and then I will return to you."
"In the meantime, I will send a quick note to tell my sister of our absence," said Caroline.
"Of course," Georgiana replied, and indicated the writing desk with supplies ready. She then rang the bell to summon the housekeeper and stepped into the hallway to wait for her.
When Mrs. Lacey appeared, Georgiana told her, "Mrs. Lacey, I have invited Mr. and Miss Bingley to remain for dinner tonight. Is it very inconvenient to add two more to our party?"
"Not at all, Miss Darcy. We have a grand dinner planned for tonight! We were able to get a good supply of chicken, mutton, and vegetables. And cook has made some delightful tarts and cakes for dessert!"
"Good, good! Have we prawns?"
Mrs. Lacey smiled. "Yes, I've prepared your favorite dish as well as the master's. I will be glad to know the new missus' preferences, but I suppose there is time enough for that."
Georgiana was delighted with the news. She returned to her guests and was able to speak easily with them about the weather and the latest happenings of the Ton without worry of avoiding the topic of her brother's marriage. Miss Bingley did not mention Hertfordshire, which relieved Georgiana, lest she hear anything that would require her to acknowledge the acquaintance of her new sister-in-law.
She was reassured by the arrival of her cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam, who had returned for dinner eager to learn more about the new Mrs. Darcy and what had prompted his cousin's marriage. He only had time to greet the Bingleys before Mr. Darcy joined them.
Darcy had returned home just in time for dinner; upon seeing his expression when he found the Bingleys in his home and learned they were staying for dinner, Georgiana realized she had erred in inviting them. She hoped he would not be too angry with her, but as he greeted her guests with complete composure he took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly.
Immediately after Darcy's arrival the party was called in to dinner. Darcy knew Elizabeth was ill from the draught and Dobbs had explained upon his arrival that Mr. Bennet had joined her in her rooms. Darcy did not expect them to come to dinner under the circumstances. He only wished he did not have guests to entertain so he could join them and give Elizabeth his gift. He had half a mind to keep dinner waiting so he could go spend a few minutes with Elizabeth but he was not eager to see Mr. Bennet again and he thought Elizabeth might wish to have some time alone with her father while he did his duty at dinner. The sooner he started dinner the sooner it would end, and the sooner could he expect his unwanted guests to depart from the house. He would have time with Elizabeth later in the evening.
When they entered the dining room, the white cloth was spread upon the table, and the first course was set elegantly on top. Caroline's delight at being served such a sumptuous meal was evident. Were the Darcys trying to impress her? This boded well for her plans. She had walked in on Darcy's arm while he did his best to avoid her questions about his sudden disappearance from Netherfield the previous day.
"Caroline, you are to sit here," Georgiana said, motioning to a seat next to Mr. Darcy. As this had been an impromptu dinner party, Georgiana hoped her guests would forgive her for not observing the formality of place-cards.
Caroline was very pleased to be seated next to Mr. Darcy, but she was astonished when the Darcys' cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam, pulled the chair out for her. She smiled demurely at him as she sank into the seat.
As Colonel Fitzwilliam and Mr. Bingley took their seats, Georgiana walked to her usual spot at the foot of the table, but stood there for a moment, hesitant to sit in Elizabeth's rightful place. Suddenly Caroline said, "My dear Georgiana, there are two extra place settings. Is someone joining us? I dare say they are quite late."
Mr. Bennet and Elizabeth appeared at the dining room door. Having overheard Miss Bingley's comment, Elizabeth quickly said, "Please forgive our tardiness. We lost track of the time."
Miss Bingley was stunned to see the Bennets. Though Mr. Bingley was also surprised, he quickly greeted them with his usual amiability and asked after their family. Elizabeth answered his inquiry with a polite smile. Darcy wished to correct Bingley's address of her as Miss Bennet and wondered that no one had informed their guests of his marriage, but Bingley addressed Mr. Bennet before he had a chance, as Elizabeth moved toward the end of the table. Before taking his seat, Mr. Bennet questioned Mr. Darcy confidentially, asking him how Elizabeth had been. Darcy was forced to confess that he had not been with her most of the day. Mr. Bennet did not seem pleased by this revelation. This man had abandoned his daughter on her wedding day and gone out to who knows where!
While the gentlemen were thus engaged, Georgiana sat across from Miss Bingley and beside her brother, and gave Elizabeth an encouraging glance. They both felt all the awkwardness of the moment. Miss Bingley looked at her and said, "My dear Georgiana why ever are you sitting there? You must sit in your customary place." By now a footman had pulled out Elizabeth's chair and she was just sitting down. Miss Bingley gasped slightly and then leaned over to whisper, as if trying to offer her counsel discreetly, "My dear Miss Elizabeth, I know that you do not always observe formalities in the country, but surely you do not mean to sit in the place belonging to the lady of the house."
Elizabeth was shocked. She had assumed the Bingleys had been informed of her marriage. She looked to her husband who having just finished conversing with his father in law was attentively watching her, and had been witness to the confusion and to Miss Bingley's comment. "Bingley, Miss Bingley, please allow me to share some happy news." Caroline started to fear that Darcy had become engaged to this upstart, but surely it was premature for her to be presiding over his table, even if it were true! No, it must be some kind of joke. Darcy continued, "This morning, the lady you knew as Miss Elizabeth Bennet did me the great honor of becoming my wife, and is now Mrs. Darcy." He smiled at Elizabeth as he said this to try to combat the uneasiness she surely must be feeling.
Neither Bingley could speak for half a minute. Finally Charles rose and moved forward to shake both their hands. "Darcy, what a surprise! We had no idea that you were planning such an event! But you are a most lucky gentleman, and Mrs. Darcy, I am pleased for you." He smiled broadly at her and returned to his seat.
Caroline looked white around the eyes. She was still in shock. For a moment she feared she might faint or scream. All her aspirations of being mistress of Pemberley had dissipated like smoke in the wind. All the time she had spent pursuing this man and it was all lost to this . . . this undeserving country upstart! She drew a deep breath and remembered that she was a lady. Her dignity would not allow her to react as she felt. Luckily her brother's speech had given her a moment to compose herself and when he had done speaking, she managed to give a slight bow and murmur, "Congratulations." If she had said what she had been thinking she knew she would have been tossed out on her ear.
At last the party was seated with Mr. Darcy at the head of the table and Mrs. Darcy at the foot. After soup course, the servants cleared away the dishes and Mr. Darcy carved the roast beef. Both Bingley and Colonel Fitzwilliam gave generous portions to the new Mrs. Darcy. Before long, Elizabeth's plate was heaped with asparagus on toast, duck ragood, small fruit tarts, broiled salmon, and dressed broccoli. Colonel Fitzwilliam offered several items to Miss Bingley, but she refused almost everything.
Caroline's appetite did not return throughout the meal. All during her residence at Netherfield she had believed Mr. Darcy had paid attention to her. Certainly, she had teased him about noticing Miss Bennet's fine eyes, but had never suspected he had courted her! If anything, he had only confirmed that he preferred a sophisticated, elegant lady to an indelicate, uncultured country girl. She had spent a half hour this morning telling her brother why Miss Jane Bennet was an inappropriate match; and now Mr. Darcy, her brother's social superior and mentor, had married her sister. It was incomprehensible. She never would have imagined it possible.
After the second course, some servants removed the cloth and brought in bowls of apples and oranges, and plates of tarts and fruit cakes made with flour.
The party enjoyed these delights and chatted merrily for about fifteen minutes. Elizabeth had attempted to eat what she could - the servants had gone to so much trouble to prepare a delicious wedding feast - but it had all been tasteless upon her palate. Her stomach was churning as she attempted to do what was correct by her guests, but it was difficult to think clearly and she was uncertain about her role. She remembered her place upon receiving a supporting glance from her husband. Thus, when the conversation lulled, Elizabeth rose, signaling Georgiana and Caroline to follow her into the drawing room.
Once there, the three ladies sat awkwardly, not knowing what to say to one another. Finally, Miss Bingley broached the subject tentatively.
"Miss . . . us Darcy, we had no idea you and Mr. Darcy were intending to marry. What a great honor for your family! To be so connected with the great name of Darcy is sure to be a blessing to you all."
Elizabeth's face retained a fixed smile. She had ever been aware of Miss Bingley's intentions concerning Mr. Darcy. She knew she should feel a modicum of pity for the lady, having all her hopes shattered in such an unexpected manner, but she could sense the scorn in Miss Bingley's tone. "Yes, it is indeed an honor. I can not quite believe it myself!"
Georgiana knew no good would come of the conversation, so she attempted to change the subject: "Miss Bingley, have you heard of the new play that is to open next week? I am quite excited to see it!"
Miss Bingley ignored her and continued her questioning. "How is it that your engagement was not published in the paper? Why did we not know of your wedding?"
Elizabeth swallowed. If she could not successfully answer the questioning tonight, then the fact that her marriage was a sham would come out into the open. Wishing that her stomach would settle itself, she retained a calm exterior and said with firm politeness. "We did not disclose it to anyone. Our reasons for secrecy were not intended to offend our friends, I assure you. Mr. Darcy likes his privacy."
Caroline stiffened. This woman who barely new Darcy for two months was telling her about his preferences! "Is the rest of your family to visit you soon, Mrs. Darcy?"
Not having thought of this before, Elizabeth found a pillow that needed fluffing and arranged it carefully before responding. She presently replied, "I hope to see my sisters soon. Perhaps Jane will come to London. If she does, I am sure she would like to visit you. Or you may call on her here."
This line of conversation finally deterred Miss Bingley and she changed the subject. Elizabeth was relieved when the men joined them. Her father came immediately to her side and she was glad for his comforting presence. She had not disclosed anything further to him during their visit before dinner, and he was a bit disappointed not to have learned more, but she had promised to call at Gracechurch Street the following day. She would be happy to get out of the Darcy house and see Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner again -- to be with her own family and away from the strangeness of being the mistress of a grand town house and the wife of a man that she barely knew.
Georgiana was kind enough to play for the company, a concession that Elizabeth did not know took every ounce of the young girl's courage. While Georgiana was very accomplished at the pianoforte, she was also extremely reticent to play for anyone other than her closest family members, but she was already feeling a bond with her new sister and felt she could do anything if it would make Elizabeth's evening at all easier to get through. She realized again her error in inviting the Bingleys and hoped that she had not caused Elizabeth too much discomfort.
Elizabeth was glad that she was not called upon to perform. She listened silently and with appreciation to the golden notes of music that filled the room. She found the melodies soothing and the restlessness in her stomach eased. The need to make any conversation was taken from her as Colonel Fitzwilliam diplomatically captured Caroline's attention and Bingley attempted to converse with her father. Mr. Darcy only sat and gazed at her as had been his habit at Netherfield, but now his expression did not appear to her to be quite so condemning as it had in the past. She could only wonder what it was he thought about when he looked at her in that manner.
At last the Bingleys left, and Mr. Bennet soon followed. Colonel Fitzwilliam lingered a little longer, but when it became evident that Darcy was not going to grant him a private interview, he departed from the house. Only then did Georgiana retire to her rooms.
When they were finally alone, Darcy observed that his wife looked very tired. She admitted she was, and he escorted her to her rooms.
Once they were in her chamber she turned and fixed an expectant gaze on him. She was trembling.
He stepped close to her and as he took her hands in his, he asked, "What is the matter? Are you cold?"
"No. I am not cold," she replied. "I . . . it has been a long day."
"Molly is waiting for you in the dressing room. Go to her. I will return in a little while." With that he left the room.
Elizabeth was horrified. He expected her to . . . Well, of course he did, this was their wedding night. She was his wife now. She told herself to stop being silly, but the sense of dread welled within her and she tried desperately to hold back her tears. She walked quickly about the room trying to get her feelings under control. How was she going to make it through this night? The day had been difficult enough to bear and she had looked forward to the night as a time when she would be able to compose all her thoughts and put some order back into her life. Suddenly her stomach revolved and she just barely made it to her washstand before she became violently ill. Molly heard her and attended to her until she was done, rubbing her back and giving her a cloth to wipe her mouth.
"Shall I call the master?" she asked in alarm.
"No - it was only the effect of a potion the doctor gave me. I shall be better directly."
Molly assisted Elizabeth out of her clothes, and sensing the mistress' haste to be done, she worked as quickly as she could. Elizabeth slipped on her nightgown and said, "Would you be so good as to remove this basin?"
Molly quickly complied and as soon as she had left the room Elizabeth was finally able to loose the tears that she had been holding back. She was still crying when she heard a knock on the bedroom door. A wave of terror swept through her as she sniffed and dried her tears. She was relieved to see Molly enter with a clean basin, but she knew he would be there soon. The maid cleaned up the room and Elizabeth dismissed her for the night and crept into her bed where her oppression overtook her once again.
Meanwhile, Darcy changed into his dressing gown and retrieved the gift he had bought for Elizabeth earlier in the day. He went to the adjoining door between their rooms and knocked on it, but there was no answer. He entered her room unbidden only to find her lying on the bed sobbing. He went to her side and, believing she was still upset over her ordeal the previous morning, he took her in his arms and held her head against his chest as he stroked her hair and whispered he knew not what in an attempt to console her.
She was shocked at the feeling that came over her as she rested against his strong body and listened to his endearments. She pushed herself away and quickly began wiping her tears and then said, "Forgive me." She straightened her hair and her gown a little and added, "I am ready."
"Ready for what?" he asked her. She stared at him and blushed then looked away. Placing his hand on her cheek, he turned her eyes back to his, "You do not really believe I expect you to . . . engage in . . . marital relations so soon after your ordeal?"
She looked at him in surprise. "Do you not?" She let out her breath in relief. She had received a reprieve, at least for one night. She closed her eyes a moment letting the fear of the past half hour fade away. Then suddenly an equally appalling thought struck her. She looked at him and said quietly, "I understand why you would not want me."
"Elizabeth, it is not a matter of wanting you or not wanting you." Then he handed her the package he had brought into the room. "This is the reason I am here. I bought you a wedding gift."
She smiled tremulously as she accepted it and said, "Thank you."
She opened the parcel and found a small porcelain box, decorated with flowers and butterflies. When she opened its top, it played music. She gasped in delight and smiled. Then she looked within the box and noticed that it contained a necklace. She lifted it out of the box and saw that it was a sapphire pendant on a gold chain. "It is exquisite," she said.
"I am pleased that you like it." Mr. Darcy smiled at her softly.
She got up and placed the box and the necklace on her dressing table then said, "Thank you. It was very thoughtful of you."
She wanted to ask him about his errand earlier in the day, but she did not wish to ruin such a pleasant moment by talking of unpleasant things.
After lingering a few minutes, Darcy started to stand up. She forestalled him with her hand on his arm. When he looked at her, she blushed. "You have been so kind to me already, sir. May I ask one more thing of you?"
"Anything."
"Last night, when I could not sleep, your presence was of great comfort to me. I only wondered if you would mind staying with me tonight . . . for a little while," she asked tentatively. She could not explain why the thought of her wifely duties repulsed her, yet the feeling of being wrapped up in his strong arms brought her such comfort. All she knew was that she longed to be in those arms.
He touched her cheek, "Of course, Elizabeth. There is nothing I would like better."
She lay down with some little trepidation and slipped under the bedclothes. He stretched out beside her and cradled her head upon his chest. "Goodnight Elizabeth," he said.
"Goodnight Fitzwilliam," she replied softly. He smiled. It was the first time she'd used his given name. Before long her breathing had evened and she was sleeping peacefully.
Darcy knew that he should not linger, but it felt so good to hold Elizabeth in his arms. He knew she wanted him only for comfort -- it was evident enough from her tears that she feared intimacy with him. And he could not forget Mr. Bennet's disclosure earlier in the day that Elizabeth had disliked him. He sighed to himself. He wondered if he would ever have her love, if he would ever be welcome to share her bed all night, every night. He stroked her face softly as the urge to protect her and cherish her almost overwhelmed him. He knew he must go. After one last caress, he gingerly eased himself from the bed so as not to disturb her slumber. As he gently placed her head upon the pillow he kissed her forehead softly. The only response was her soft and even breathing.
Chapter the Eighth: Close Calls and Lonely Bedroom Walls
Dawn was just streaking the sky with watery light when Darcy strode down the back steps of his townhouse and into the stables. Thunder, his favorite steed, was already watered and saddled and chomping at the bit to be off.
"If it is a run you want, it is a run you shall get," said Darcy in a soft voice as he stroked the animal's nose.
Thunder whinnied as if in understanding and then Darcy mounted and guided him out onto the empty cobbled streets of London. Once they were out of the city he gave the horse his head, his own pent up excitement and determination communicating itself to the beast. Thunder practically flew down the lanes and across the fields as Darcy took every short cut he knew on the route to Meryton. At this pace he expected to arrive as the officers were finishing their breakfast.
He had left Elizabeth behind and without word, but believed it better that she only thought him away on business. For all he knew the day would end in a duel - the outcome of which he was supremely confident. Such matters need not concern her.
Elizabeth! The memory of lying close to her as he had the last two nights sent a thrill coursing through his body. Her soft curves, the fragrance of her hair, the velvety smoothness of her cheek under his fingertips - but he had to push these thoughts out of his mind. All his attention needed to be trained on finding Wickham.
The man was insidious. The worst kind of creature on God's earth. The very thought of how he had imposed himself upon Elizabeth made Darcy's blood boil. No, more than imposed himself. Darcy's mind refused to delve any further.
By the time Darcy arrived in Meryton his horse was in a high lather and flagging. Darcy was having difficulty thinking coherently. All that comforted him was the feel of the sword that hung at his hip. As he entered the Militia encampment the interested looks of passing soldiers reminded him of the delicacy of his mission and the need to exercise complete restraint and decorum. He took a number of deep breaths, and as he entered Colonel Forster's office anyone watching would have been hard pressed to think him the least bit put out. He was the epitome of gentlemanly languor.
The colonel received him immediately.
"Mr. Darcy, in what way may I be of service to you?" he asked deferentially as he offered him a seat.
Darcy remained standing. "I must inquire about the whereabouts of one of your junior lieutenants. Wickham." He had difficulty keeping the animosity out of his voice when he said the name.
"It is interesting you should say that," rejoined Colonel Forster. "I have been attempting to discern the same thing. He was not at roll call this morning. I am expecting a report at any moment. Please sit. Would it be too inquisitive to ask your business with him? I have been hearing unsettling rumors."
"Rumors?" Darcy asked with an edge to his voice. Surely nothing could be known . . .
"Only that he owes money to every tradesman in town," said the colonel.
Darcy let out his breath. "I do not find that surprising. I have a long acquaintance with him and he has the habit of exceeding his income."
"I expect my soldiers to comport themselves with more honor than that," said Colonel Forster.
"He does not know the meaning of the word," muttered Darcy under his breath.
At that moment an ensign entered the office and saluted the colonel.
"What news?"
"Sir! Wickham is gone. Deserted. He won a ticket to the colonies in a card game last night."
Darcy stiffened and turned his gaze full on the young ensign who quailed under its strength. "Which colonies?" It came out more forcefully than any command.
"Upper Canada, sir."
"From where is he sailing? And when?"
The ensign twisted his hat in his hands and swallowed deeply. "Southampton - this very day."
Darcy excused himself and left the office with the barest civility. Colonel Forster reflected that he had never seen a more formidable sight than Mr. Darcy white with suppressed anger. It was only as the man strode from the room that he noticed the sword at his side. But he had no time even to consider what Mr. Darcy's business with the blackguard Wickham was - he had his own troubles because of the scurvy fellow and he had a feeling that the reports of further iniquities would soon be running rife.
As the sunlight streamed through her window, Elizabeth awoke in her bed, alone. She felt refreshed, and her heart did not hurt as much as it had the past few days. Cheered by this new development in her healing, she stretched, only to realize that Mr. Darcy was not present in her bed. Of course, he has gone to his own room, she reasoned, trying not to feel disappointed.
Her maid helped her dress and she went down to breakfast. Georgiana was already there, buttering toast and smiling broadly at her. She saw Mr. Dobbs and inquired where Mr. Darcy was. He informed her of his early departure, and that the master was away on business and had not left word of when he would return. Both Elizabeth and Georgina were made uncomfortable by this; they could not discuss his absence without revealing their own ignorance in a matter they each felt they ought to know something about.
The new sisters spent a pleasant hour with netting and sewing garments for the poor. Lizzy told Georgiana a little about her sisters and Meryton society, and Georgiana spoke of her childhood and what Fitzwilliam was like as a young man.
Soon the doctor came to examine Lizzy. Mrs. Lacey joined Elizabeth in her room for the examination. Mr. Jackson examined her head wound once more and checked her vision. He asked her several questions. She explained the effect his draught had on her, but he advised her it was too early for her to discontinue drinking it if she hoped to benefit from its effects. When the examination ended he told her that she was on her way to healing, and that it seemed her spirits were lifting as well.
Alone again, she thought she should write to Jane and inform her of all that was transpiring. She honestly did feel better, and believed her constitution was strong enough to write a sensible letter to Jane. She located stationery easily enough, and sat down to write.
Dearest Jane,I imagine the past few days have been confusing and strange, as I disappeared so suddenly. Please be assured that I am quite well. Jane, Jane, if only you were here and could see for yourself all the kindness Mr. Darcy has shown me, you would understand. Yes, Mr. Darcy. You see, I have married him, and am now Mrs. Darcy. We are residing at his townhouse in London.
Lizzy sat back and read what she had written. Jane would certainly wonder why she had married Mr. Darcy! But she did not dare to write of what had happened. A wave of guilt washed over her as she recalled Jane's candor and confidence. Under normal circumstances told Jane every detail of her life. But she could not reveal the attack - could not subject Jane to the mental anguish of knowing that her sister had been sullied. No, a description of what had happened since the marriage was the only explanation that Lizzy could give. Her own father had not been informed, so she could not write down her humiliating news, even if the reader was her most trusted and beloved sister.
I know the story sounds like madness. But I assure you I am of sound mind and body, and I have taken the marriage vows in earnest. Please give my love to my sisters and mother. Papa has come here; in fact, he arrived after the ceremony and gave us his blessing. I cannot wait to see you again, and remain your loving and devoted sister,Elizabeth Darcy
She allowed herself a moment to rest her forehead in her hands, cringing over Jane's emotions at reading such a pithy letter. But it could not be helped. To reveal more would cause pain. Taking a deep breath, she penned the direction and rang for a servant to post the letter.
Noting the time, Elizabeth prepared to visit to the Gardiners. She ensured her appearance was presentable and arranged for the carriage to take her to Gracechurch Street. She was both happy and apprehensive about the prospect of seeing her relations again. So much had happened in the past two days she had scarcely been able to comprehend it all herself. She felt seeing her dear family might restore her equanimity. She only wished she had Jane with her. She knew the Gardiners and her father would be inquisitive about the events leading to her marriage. She hoped she would be able to forestall their questions effectively. She knew she could not reveal what had happened to anyone. The past could not be changed and those that loved her would only be pained by the truth.
When Elizabeth arrived at Gracechurch Street the Gardiners and her father received her warmly. She felt all the comfort and contentment of being with her family again, and suddenly she felt free from her burden of pain, sorrow, and shame. It had only been two days, but it had seemed much longer. And, now that she was among her family, her life with Darcy seemed distant, like a dream or another lifetime.
"Lizzy," began Mrs. Gardiner as soon as she was shown into the drawing room, "it is wonderful to see you again. How have you been?"
She embraced her aunt as the tears threatened to spill from the corners of her eyes. "I have been well, Aunt, as you see. I am very happy to be with you all again."
She sat among them and they fell into easy conversation. Elizabeth's fears of being interrogated by her family soon dissipated. They asked her, of course, about her new life and she spoke of Mr. Darcy as the kindest of men and of his sister as a dear, sweet girl. Naturally, the conversation turned to her decision to marry. On this subject she had little to say; and her family, sensing her reticence, did not long linger on the topic.
She remained with them for some time as they all conversed happily. Mrs. Gardiner asked her to stay for dinner and she wished to do so with all her heart, but she knew she should return to dine with Mr. and Miss Darcy. She departed reluctantly and with an invitation for her family to dine at Gracechurch Street the following evening. She wondered how Mr. Darcy would feel about dining in the Gardiners' home. She was sure he would not like it, but he had been so kind to her thus far, perhaps his sense of obligation as her husband would guide him to accept the invitation. If he did not, she knew it would devastate her, because it would mean he would expect her to disassociate herself from some of her most beloved relations because of their lower station in life.
When she arrived at home, she was surprised to find that she had received callers. There were three cards awaiting her -- all of them from women she did not know. Miss Darcy had received them and Elizabeth felt sympathy for the young girl having been placed in a position to entertain women she was scarcely acquainted with and do her best to answer their undoubtedly impertinent inquiries about her brother's sudden marriage and his wife. Though Miss Darcy only said nice things about her guests, Elizabeth could tell the encounters had made her uncomfortable.
Elizabeth was also surprised and disappointed to find her husband had not yet returned and had not even sent word of his whereabouts or when he could be expected home. She had a quiet dinner with Georgiana and then the two of them sat in the drawing room for the evening, both wondering where Mr. Darcy was and expecting him at any moment -- but neither speaking of him. At length, they began playing duets together. They were both cheered by the music and it added a bit of lightness to their evening.
When Darcy finally arrived at Southampton, it was very late in the day. He had ridden a post horse out of Meryton - leaving his to be returned to London on the morrow with a groom - and had changed horses several times, but it had been a long journey nonetheless. He quickly identified the ship that was bound for Canada, but soon learned that it had sailed some hours before his arrival. "Blast," he said loudly upon receiving the news as he pounded his fist against the table.
He immediately inquired about chartering a boat to follow the other vessel, but was told he had missed the tide and would not be able to depart until the morning. Even then, it would be unlikely he'd catch her as she had an entire day's lead. He gnashed his teeth as it hit home that Wickham had escaped, likely forever - that his wicked deed had gone unpunished! In his heart, though, Darcy knew they were all better off for it and Wickham's being across the ocean was as good as him being dead. He was gone -- and unlikely to return. That was all that mattered.
Darcy secured a room at the inn to spend the night in Southampton. He would return to London in the morning.
Elizabeth and Georgiana had not realized how long they had been playing music and chatting until Mrs. Lacey entered the room with a tray announcing she had taken the liberty of bringing them a light supper. After a few moments of silently partaking in what little they did eat, Georgiana voiced what had been in both their minds all evening, "I suppose my brother will not return tonight."
"No, it appears he will not."
Georgiana said how tired she was and decided to go to bed. Elizabeth bid her goodnight and returned to her seat. She did not know how long she had been there, but she was stirred from her reverie when Mrs. Lacey returned to take the tray from the room. It had not occurred to Elizabeth to wonder why the housekeeper had performed that office herself, but Mrs. Lacey quietly suggested that she should go up to bed.
"Of course," she replied, a little embarrassed to have been caught waiting up for her absent husband.
She went to her dressing room where the maid was waiting to assist her in getting ready for bed and she again felt silly for remaining in the drawing room until such a late hour. A few minutes later, she was lying in her bed and she finally felt how tired she was. She sighed heavily as she tried to get comfortable. She tossed and turned, but in spite of her fatigue, she could not settle into a position to find sleep. Tears sprang to her eyes as she realized her restlessness was because she missed her husband.
Chapter the Ninth: Socialites and Scoundrels
As Darcy lay in bed at the inn in Southampton he could not stop thinking about Wickham. How could he have let that treacherous dastard escape? Was there no justice in the world? He could not bear the thought that the man who had so violated his Elizabeth should be free.
Elizabeth. Did she miss him? Perhaps she was relieved not to have him imposing on her this night. He tossed and turned, unable to find sleep for many hours, his thoughts shifting from Wickham to Elizabeth and back again. He awoke to rumpled blankets, the bed damp with the sweat of his body. He departed early after a light repast, engaging a carriage from the inn.
Elizabeth awoke, her bedclothes twisted about in knots from her restless sleep. Her first thought was that her husband would surely have arrived home during the night or early morning. She dressed quickly with Molly's assistance, taking more care than usual about her toilette. She glanced into the looking glass while Molly expertly arranged her dusky curls into a neat coiffure, noticing her wan complexion and the dark circles under her eyes. Would Darcy likewise notice?
When she arrived in the breakfast room, it was empty. She inquired after her husband and discovered he was not yet home. She could not help but wonder at his prolonged absence and for the first time since his departure she wondered whether he might have a mistress. She knew all wealthy gentlemen of his standing in society indulged in such liaisons. She knew Darcy had only married her out of pity and to preserve her reputation, but she could not help but feel injured that he should have run from her to his mistress so soon after they had wed. Had she driven him into the arms of another woman by allowing him in her bed for two nights without performing her marital duties? Men had needs after all.
Georgiana joined her, and after exchanging civil greetings with her new sister - neither mentioning the conspicuously absent gentleman - Georgiana prepared her own plate. Noticing that Elizabeth made no move to eat she asked, "Are you not hungry?"
Elizabeth's hunger had vanished as a result of her distasteful reverie. "I am not," she said a bit too harshly. Seeing Georgiana's aggrieved expression she immediately apologized. "Please forgive me. I am afraid I am not myself this morning."
Georgiana's countenance took on an expression of understanding. "It is quite all right."
Meanwhile, in another part of town Miss Bingley spent the morning rushing from house to house, spreading word of the Darcys' marriage.
"You'll never believe, Serena, what eligible bachelor is off the market!"
"Who? Mr. Ferrars?"
"Oh, no! Think higher, handsomer and infinitely wealthier."
"Surely not Mr. Darcy! I would have seen it in the papers!" Lady Blankenship exclaimed. "Someone as important as he would be married in splendor and all the trappings of his wealth."
"I daresay that's true, except this seems to be an abrupt affair. Mrs. Darcy's only claim to any standing in society appears to be as a gentleman's daughter from Hertfordshire."
"What is the family name?"
"Bennet."
"I don't know any Bennets. Were you acquainted with the family when you were in the country?"
"Yes, unfortunately. It was a tedious association, to be sure."
"What attracted Mr. Darcy, do you think, to the degree that he would have rushed into matrimony?"
"Well, Serena, Mr. Darcy did confide to me that he found Miss Bennet's eyes to be quite fine. Perhaps he found other attributes of hers fine as well?"
The ladies shared a giggle, and before long Lady Blankenship made every excuse to get Miss Bingley out of her home - she desired to call on the new Mrs. Darcy as soon as possible. She was brimming with curiosity to look into the fine eyes that had so enthralled Mr. Darcy.
As Elizabeth and Georgiana were finishing up their breakfast, Mr. Dobbs announced that Mrs. Darcy had received callers. The ladies wiped their mouths daintily and proceeded to the little blue saloon, startled by the number of visitors awaiting them there.
Georgiana took in a deep breath and smiled broadly; she knew it was her responsibility to introduce Elizabeth to all these acquaintances. Oh dear, she thought, I hope I remember all the names and titles! She looked around and saw the Countess de Winter, the highest-ranking lady in the room. Summoning all her courage, she led Elizabeth to her and began the introductions. She presented Elizabeth to everyone including Lady Blankenship and Mrs. Morris-Smeeth.
When Lady Blankenship met Elizabeth, she saw immediately why Mr. Darcy had found Elizabeth's eyes so fine, but she also saw sadness and fear in them. She decided at once that Mrs. Darcy was sweet and charming, and, once accustomed to London society, would be the delight of the town. She determined to take Mrs. Darcy under her wing and bring her out of her shell as soon as possible. She also decided that an acquaintance with the young lady would not be tedious at all.
The morning was an endless barrage of members of the ton eager to see the new Mrs. Darcy. There were many raised eyebrows when Mr. Darcy's absence from the house was noted. Not everyone's impression of the new Mrs. Darcy was as favorable as that of Lady Blankenship. Duchess Collingsworth, Lady Hensley and Mrs. Churchill-Downs all agreed that they could not discern why Mr. Darcy would throw himself away on such a nobody as she. Of course each of them had eligible daughters to think of.
For her part, Elizabeth felt ill at ease during the course of the morning. She quickly tired of being gaped at as if she were an animal on display at the zoo. She found nothing to like in any of the ladies who visited and easily perceived their disapproval. Even Lady Blankenship, who seemed to take a shine to her, was patronizing in her manner towards Elizabeth. Their endless inquisitive remarks regarding the hastiness of her marriage and the absence of her husband made her head reel. She had known she would eventually have to face the curiosity of Mr. Darcy's peers, yet she had imagined he would be there with her to support her through the trial. Poor Georgiana was valiant in her efforts, but she was clearly intimidated by the onslaught. Elizabeth felt for the poor girl, who should not have had to bear the brunt of the ton's curiosity.
After the morning's visits were concluded Elizabeth and Georgiana were thankful for the respite from curious eyes, impertinent questions, and sharp tongues. Elizabeth's head was throbbing and she went to her rooms to rest while Georgiana practiced on the pianoforte.
As Darcy's hired carriage trundled ever closer to London, the relentless activity of the last few days, together with the sleepless nights, took its toll. His head dropped upon his chest and his eyes closed. But his sleep was not the requiescence he was so in need of. He awoke with a start with the word 'Elizabeth' upon his lips, his mind assailed with nightmarish visions of her attack.
He glanced out the carriage window in an effort to shake the unpleasant reverie, and he heard the unexpected sound of a gunshot ringing out. He wondered if someone was hunting on one of the estates that lined the road, but as they rounded a curve he saw several masked men on horseback surrounding a coach stopped in the road. "Stop the coach, Coggins!" yelled Darcy, rapping on the ceiling of the carriage. The conveyance halted. Darcy grabbed his sword and jumped out. "What is the meaning of this?" he cried, brandishing his unsheathed sword, as he confronted the first of the highwaymen that he encountered. Coggins grabbed a blunderbuss from under his seat, and joined Darcy and the carriage groom on the ground. The highwaymen gathered 'round the three and Darcy said, "Be gone, scoundrels!"
Seeing that he was a gentleman of some means, the thieves thought to rob him. Their leader leveled his gun at Darcy and said, "I'll be gone when you hand over that watch and your purse."
Darcy lunged forward and slashed at the arm holding the gun. The highwayman's horse shied and threw its rider to the ground. Darcy's driver and groom were immediately upon the ruffian. The others, seeing their leader thus subdued, fled into the nearby woods. While Coggins and the groom saw to the fallen highwayman, Darcy checked on the occupants of the coach. He found therein, trembling in a corner, an elderly silver-haired gentleman and a terrified little boy. "You are safe," Darcy assured them. "Have you sustained any injury?"
The old man turned to Darcy and said, "No, but the driver . . ."
Darcy descended once again from the coach and found the driver unconscious by the side of the road. He quickly ascertained that the man had not been shot and was able to revive him.
Coggins approached them and offered a purse and some jewels to Darcy saying, "I found these in the blackguard's pocket."
"Very good," replied Darcy, taking the items. He offered them to the old man saying, "I believe these are yours?"
"Yes, I thank you for restoring them to me."
Having ensured that the driver of the other carriage was able to continue driving, Darcy saw them on their way amidst the profuse expressions of thanks from the old man and the cherubic little boy.
Darcy resumed his own journey in satisfied contentment knowing that he had been of assistance to someone in distress, and pleased that he had been able to think of something other than Wickham's regrettable escape from justice, if only for a few moments.
Elizabeth awoke from her nap feeling refreshed. Again, she wondered whether Darcy had returned home while she had been asleep. Upon inquiring she learned he had not. Before long it was time to prepare for dinner. Realizing that her husband would not be home in time to join them, Elizabeth made mention to Georgiana that she had engaged to dine with the Gardiners. Georgiana seemed genuinely pleased with the prospect of meeting Elizabeth's relations, but she was also apprehensive.
They dressed for dinner and Elizabeth was on her way to the front door when she overheard voices in a side corridor. She took a few steps in that direction and heard Mrs. Lacey say, "Yes, I agree. On no account should we inform the mistress at present."
In a sudden surge of bravado, Elizabeth strode towards the voices purposefully and confronted Mrs. Lacey and Mr. Dobbs, who had their heads together in a small anteroom. "Inform the mistress of what?" she asked sharply, her eyes flashing fiercely.
Mrs. Lacey and Mr. Dobbs could see that this mistress would be a formidable one. Mrs. Lacey stepped forward and said, "Mrs. Darcy, it is nothing - nothing for you to concern yourself with. Come, you will be late for dinner at the Gardiners'. I am sure Miss Georgiana is awaiting you in the foyer." She tried to urge Elizabeth to walk back down the corridor toward the front of the house, but Elizabeth would not budge. She knew Mrs. Lacey was trying to distract her from her purpose.
"Mrs. Lacey," she said, emboldened by a newfound feeling of empowerment attendant upon her position, "I am now the mistress in this house. All matters that occur here are of my concern. Tell me at once."
Mr. Dobbs took a step toward Elizabeth, respect for his mistress apparent on his aged visage. "The master's horse has been returned by a post groom, madam."
"Was there any word of Mr. Darcy's whereabouts?"
"None, my lady."
"Where did the groom come from?"
"A posting inn just outside of Town, ma'am. He didn't know where the horse had been."
"I see. Thank you Mr. Dobbs." With a glare at Mrs. Lacey, she turned on her heel and joined Georgiana in the foyer.
Elizabeth's mind was reeling with conflicting thoughts surrounding the return of Darcy's riderless horse. Her first thought was that he might be hurt or injured somewhere. Why else would Thunder return without his master? Yet he was returned by a posting groom, which meant Mr. Darcy must have sent him home. But why? Why not ride him home? Her thoughts were recalled to earlier in the day when she had been speculating about the possibility that he might have been with his mistress. Had she been unjust to him?
When she arrived at the foyer, she was drawn out of these thoughts by Georgiana's inquiry as to whether anything was troubling her. She did not wish to burden Georgiana with the knowledge of these latest developments, so she simply said, "Nothing is amiss, my dear. Let us be off." She bestowed all her attention upon Georgiana during the drive to Gracechurch Street, determined not to think of Mr. Darcy's plight lest she betray to his sweet sister that something was wrong.
Dinner with her dear aunt and uncle Gardiner was a refreshing respite from Elizabeth's preoccupation with Darcy's absence. After dinner they enjoyed conversation, cards, and music until a late supper was served.
Elizabeth and Georgiana were in the midst of a duet while, across town, Darcy finally arrived at his home. He bounded up the steps in the late night, eager to see his wife and his sister. But when he entered the house to the relieved expressions of his servants, he quickly found that neither lady was at home. His disappointment, perhaps, augmented his pique upon learning that Elizabeth had taken Georgiana to dine at Gracechurch Street. That's practically in Cheapside! She's taken my sister to dine with her low relations in that rough part of town!
Chapter the Tenth: Quarrels and Quandaries
When Elizabeth and Georgiana returned from Gracechurch Street, both were eager to see if Darcy had come home. No sooner did the door open to admit them, than he strode into the foyer and immediately ordered his sister to retire.
"Brother..." whimpered Georgiana.
"Now, Georgiana!" he replied sternly. She proceeded to quietly walk away, casting a worried glance back at Elizabeth.
"Where have you been?" Elizabeth demanded once Georgiana disappeared from sight.
"The question," he said haughtily, "is where have you been?"
"I am sure the servants informed you I was engaged to dine with my relations in Gracechurch Street. But you left no word as to your whereabouts."
"I had business to attend to."
His response brought back all her suspicions of his infidelity. "And may a wife inquire as to the nature of her husband's business?"
"It is none of your concern," he said stiffly. "What you should be concerned with is what you expose my sister to. You have an obligation to protect her now. Being my wife does not give you free license to take her wherever you please."
Elizabeth gaped at him in shocked horror. "And pray, Mr. Darcy, tell me how I failed to protect her by taking her to visit my family?"
"She is not accustomed to such intimacy with those beneath her."
"How can you judge those you have not yet met?"
"I know enough of their situation to know I do not wish my sister to associate with them."
"You know nothing of their situation except for vicious rumors spread by mean-spirited gossip-mongers who have nothing better to do! I thought you were above that."
"Where my sister is concerned, I must take no chances. I would imagine you would understand that, knowing as you do of her history."
"That is ridiculous! Do you suppose there is some mercenary blackguard lying in wait at my uncle's house to take advantage of your sister?"
"I refuse to discuss this with you further. In the future, you will not take her anywhere without my approval."
"If you were available to give your approval, I might be able to seek it!" She turned on her heel and stalked upstairs.
Darcy fumed silently for a few seconds before slamming his fist into the wall. He slowly climbed the stairs to his chamber, dissatisfied with the outcome of his reunion with Elizabeth. When he passed her door, he paused, put his hand on the knob, and then changed his mind and kept walking.
When Elizabeth entered her room she stood for a few moments with her back against the door. She thought she heard footsteps pause on the other side of it, but then they continued down the hall. She crumbled to the floor sobbing, then gathered herself to her feet and managed to stumble to the bed. How dare he assume my relatives would be a bad influence on his sister! The Gardiners are certainly more genteel than he. In the past few days she had begun to doubt her initial assessment of his character, but now she saw that she had been right all along. And this was to be her lot forever. She was stirred from her troublesome reverie by the arrival of her maid. She quickly dressed for bed, and when she reentered her bedchamber the door at the opposite end which connected to his rooms caught her eyes. She quickly crossed the room and locked it. Then she climbed into bed, but sleep eluded her. How she missed her husband's warm embrace!
In the master's chamber Darcy paced the room in front of the fire, angry and frustrated. He had been longing to see Elizabeth, only to argue with her upon their reunion. But he knew he was right about this matter. He would not relent. Their argument had been a pointed reminder of Elizabeth's true feelings towards him.
There was a soft knock at his door. He rushed forward without thinking, certain it was Elizabeth. When he opened it, Georgiana stood before him, tear stains on her cheeks. "Fitzwilliam," she said, shifting from one foot to another and biting her bottom lip, "please do not be angry with me or with Elizabeth. Her aunt and uncle are delightful people, so genteel and fashionable, with four charming children. We had such a pleasant evening."
He opened his arms, welcoming her into his embrace. She buried her face into his waistcoast, dampening it with a rush of fresh tears. "Georgiana, you know how much I worry about you," he said with feeling, "I would not have you hurt again for anything in the world."
"I missed you so much, brother, and so did Elizabeth," said Georgiana. Darcy was surprised to hear this and convinced himself that it was merely an invention of Georgiana's romantic fancy. "Why did you not tell us that you would be away for so long?" she continued. "Your presence would have been a comfort today when we were visited by so many ladies."
Visitors? Darcy thought, regretting leaving Elizabeth's introductions to his sister. He should have anticipated the onslaught of the ton. "Well you both appear to have survived it," he replied shortly. "Now get some sleep, my dearest."
Georgiana stood on her tiptoes to kiss her brother goodnight on his cheek. Then she obediently went to her room.
Darcy closed the door and sat heavily on his bed, sighing. He looked toward the door adjoining Elizabeth's room and knew he should bid her a proper goodnight. He stood and walked towards the door. When he reached it, he heard the lock click on the other side. All his feelings of resentment returned and he stalked to his dressing room and pulled the cord. His valet arrived quickly and went about his work in silence. Finally, Darcy climbed into his bed scarcely believing that even though he had arrived home, he was still sleeping alone. He had so looked forward to holding Elizabeth in his arms once more, yet now he was bereft of her.
The next morning silence reigned at the breakfast table as they dined on sweetbreads and fingers of toast. Darcy noticed that Elizabeth ate very little and was only toying with her food. "Are you feeling unwell this morning, Mrs. Darcy?" he asked in a solicitous manner.
Surprised by his tone she replied, "In truth, I feel a little out of sorts."
"Perhaps you should rest, then."
"I rather believe a walk in the garden would do me good," she replied.
"I will accompany you, then, after breakfast."
Elizabeth was surprised by Darcy's offer to walk out with her. "Georgiana, would you care to join us?" she asked.
"Yes, I would like that," replied Georgiana.
Elizabeth's and Darcy's interactions continued to be strained over the days following; thus, Elizabeth was relieved to have Georgiana always about. She was a comforting presence and provided someone to talk to. Moreover, her presence prevented Elizabeth from having to speak to Darcy very much. The ladies of the house continued to receive numerous morning visitors as news of Darcy's marriage circulated through London society.
Elizabeth and Darcy spent the next few nights in their own separate beds and though Elizabeth did not lock the door that joined their rooms, Darcy did not avail himself of it.
Within a few days Elizabeth received a letter from Jane which improved her spirits.
Dearest Lizzy,I must confess I was greatly surprised to hear of your marriage, especially knowing your former opinion of Mr. Darcy. I am so glad to hear that you are happy. I always knew that Mr. Darcy was a good man. I am still quite curious to understand why you chose to wed so abruptly, but I am sure you had a very good reason.
Mr. Bingley has returned to Netherfield quite alone. His sisters are to stay in town for the winter. I am sure you will see them often. I will miss their society but I am glad he chose to come back. I cannot help hoping now. He called the day after his return and stayed for a family dinner as he promised Mama. He mentioned having dined with you in London and said you looked well and happy. He was beside himself with joy that his friend had married my sister.
Mama is in transports over your having made such a good catch. She is determined to secure an invitation from you to your London residence or, even better, to Pemberley. She talks far too often of my own impending betrothal to Mr. Bingley. I confess I have been embarrassed by her thinly veiled insinuations on more than one occasion. I know she only has my best interests at heart, but there is no engagement and I sometimes feel she expects too much. Mr. Bingley is such an amiable gentleman to everyone. I must not refine too much upon his attentions.
I am so glad to have received your letter and to know that you are well. Please give my regards to Mr. Darcy and your new sister.
Yours, etc.
Jane
Elizabeth wrote to Jane telling of all the new acquaintances she had made in London and describing her new home. She took care to paint a happy picture of her domestic life, speaking of Darcy and Georgiana in the highest terms. She also encouraged her sister's hopes with regard to Mr. Bingley.
At this time Elizabeth began to become apprehensive in expectation of her monthly indisposition. Each day she retired disappointed to find it had not come, but she kept telling herself it would be soon. Darcy noticed her increasing agitation and wondered what could be the cause of it. With each passing day her hope diminished and she soon acknowledged the distinct possibility that she could be with child. A week after the expected date, she had given up all hope. She sobbed quietly in her bed that night, certain she had conceived. She was all alone, her husband a tyrant, and her family not within her reach.
Chapter the Eleventh: Civility & Serenity
One morning around mid-December, Elizabeth was sitting alone in her rooms meditating her situation. She was now fairly certain that the incident last month had resulted in a child, yet her doctor had urged her not to give up hope. He said it was not uncommon for the amount of time between a woman's monthly indispositions to vary. She was only a little encouraged, as she could never remember such a significant variation in her own history. To this source of distress was added the continued coldness between herself and Mr. Darcy. She felt trapped and alone in her new life. She was altogether wretched and miserable. Her visits to Gracechurch Street were her only source of consolation and happiness. Yet, she was even to be deprived of that pleasure, as the Gardiners were to go to Longbourn for a week at Christmas. Then she felt a surge of delight when it occurred to her that she might accompany them on their visit. In a letter from her mother she had learned that Mr. Wickham was no longer in Meryton. She had no reason to stay away and she was certain the Gardiners would agree to take her with them.
Now she had a purpose. She went to breakfast and informed her husband that she would pay a call to her Aunt Gardiner this morning. He nodded his assent but seemed a little troubled. She imagined he did not approve of her spending so much time with her Gracechurch Street relations. The feeling incensed her all the more and increased her determination to travel with the Gardiners to Longbourn for Christmas. Of course she had no intention of telling him of her plans until they were fixed.
She went to Gracechurch Street with a lighter heart than she had felt since before her marriage. Mrs. Gardiner was surprised by her desire to visit Longbourn. "But Lizzy, do not you wish to enjoy the Christmas festivities with your new family?"
Elizabeth sighed. "I had no idea I would miss my own home and family so much. And it is for only a week. They will understand."
"Of course we will take you with us if you wish it."
"So then it is settled," replied Elizabeth.
"But, Mr. Darcy . . ."
"Leave Mr. Darcy to me."
With that the conversation was at an end, except for Elizabeth to say that she would have the Darcy carriage deliver her to Gracechurch Street for an early breakfast on the day they were to depart for Longbourn.
Elizabeth left her aunt's house that day in the highest spirits. She would go home! She would see Jane and all her family, whom she had grown to miss these few weeks. She would escape her unhappy and desolate situation for a week filled with all the comforts and felicity of home.
She did not tell Mr. Darcy of her plans immediately upon her return. Their manner towards each other continued to be cold and distant. Elizabeth thought him to be overbearing, controlling, and lacking any sensibility. Darcy - knowing that Elizabeth disliked him from the first - saw all her misery and knew at least a part of her must be forever regretting their marriage. On such terms they remained for the next few days - avoiding each other and speaking only as necessity demanded. Two days before the Gardiners' planned departure to Longbourn, Elizabeth mentioned her intention to travel with them to him over breakfast.
"I believe I shall go home with the Gardiners for Christmas." Both Darcy and Georgiana looked up at her in disbelief. She continued, "They are to travel to Longbourn on Monday and return next Saturday."
Darcy glanced at his sister then turned to Elizabeth and said, "We were looking forward to a quiet family Christmas at home."
"Then we are in agreement," she replied. Rising from the table she added, "Please excuse me," and retired to her sitting room hoping that would be a conclusion to the conversation.
Her hopes were in vain, however. Darcy joined her within a few moments and, sitting across from her, he began without preamble saying, "You are a part of this family, Elizabeth."
"Mr. Darcy," she said with forced calmness, "I must and I shall always be grateful to you for offering me your protection when I was most in need of it, even if your motives for doing so had nothing to do with me; but you must know we will never be a family." He seemed wounded by her words. "We both entered into this marriage willingly, knowing how it would be. The best we can hope for is a comfortable civility."
"Georgiana was very much looking forward to your company at Christmas."
"I think she will be happy to have things at this house return to their former ways for a while - to have you all to herself and everything as it was before I intruded into your lives."
"I assure you she does not consider you an intrusion," he said, leaning towards her earnestly.
"I need this," she said, with equal earnestness. "I need to be at home for a time. I did not have the chance to bid any of my family a proper farewell and I miss them terribly - Jane especially. Once we leave town for Pemberley I will not have another opportunity to see them for many months, years perhaps. Besides," she added quietly, "my mother has written that he is no longer at Meryton. I have no reason to avoid the neighborhood now."
"Very well," he said resignedly, as he rose from his chair, "you may go."
Elizabeth felt a surge of anger at his presumption in giving her permission for something she had already resolved to do.
As he was leaving the room Darcy added, "I suppose you will wish to write to your aunt accepting her invitation. I will have a man ready to carry your note to her."
"There is no need," Elizabeth replied, with a triumphant feeling. "It is already settled with her. She expects me for an early breakfast on Monday."
Now it was Darcy's turn to be angry. That she would make arrangements for traveling and have everything resolved without consulting him at all was incredible! He could not help now giving way to the resentment that had been building up since her announcement in the breakfast room. After everything he had done for her - saving her reputation and her family's good name - she would now abandon him at Christmastime. Now that it was safe for her to return to Longbourn she had no scruple in leaving the very man who had removed her from the danger that had existed. She spoke of gratitude, yet she showed none. He indulged in these angry meditations for the rest of the day, temporarily forgetting his own feelings of guilt for the event that had precipitated their marriage.
Elizabeth could see his agitation as he left the room. She perceived matters between them had only been made worse by her announcement, but she felt no remorse. Darcy could not escape the truth that he had entered into this marriage willingly - it had even been his idea. She may have benefited from it, but no one had forced him to do it. She would not be reduced to a position of subservience in the name of gratitude!
Scarcely another ten words were spoken between them before the time fixed for her departure. Early Monday morning Elizabeth ordered the carriage and entered the drawing room to bid farewell to Georgiana. She was surprised to find Darcy with his sister, and even more surprised to discover his intent to drive her to Gracechurch Street himself. He was resolved in the scheme and she deemed it prudent not to argue the point. She exchanged warm goodbyes with her newest sister, who entreated her to write even though she would only be away for a week, and then allowed herself to be led out to her husband's waiting curricle.
When they arrived at Gracechurch Street, Darcy readily agreed to remain for breakfast upon the urging of Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner. His amiability towards them at this time contradicted his disapprobation of Georgiana having dined with them and Elizabeth was disgusted by his apparent hypocrisy. After breakfast the travelers were ready to depart. Whilst the Gardiners gathered their children into the carriage, Darcy took Elizabeth aside for a private farewell.
"Please take care of yourself," he said with feeling. "If you need anything at all, do not hesitate to send me word express."
"I am sure I can manage amongst my own family for a week," she said with a hint of bitterness.
He handed her a small purse and said, "This is for any expenses you might have."
"I brought some of my own pin money with me. I am sure it will be sufficient."
"Then take it to buy gifts for your sisters and your parents in Meryton."
She was surprised, but replied, "I have already made purchases of gifts here in town for all of them."
"Please take it," he entreated. "It will make me feel better knowing you have it."
She took it and thanked him, but could not feel ashamed of her bitterness towards him. Indeed, those feelings remained undiminished by his gesture. Was he attempting to bribe her into forgetting his cruelty?
He raked his fingers through his dark curls and said quietly, "I . . . Georgiana and I . . . we will miss you."
She looked at him in surprise. "I shall be back soon." Too soon, she thought.
"Mama, look! A carriage approaches."
Mrs. Bennet bustled to the window. "I am going out to greet them, Mary. Go tell Mr. Bennet and Mr. Collins that my brother is here." With that she walked to the entrance excitedly to greet her relations.
Mary blushed and smiled shyly. She was glad that Mr. Collins had returned to Longbourn for another visit and stayed on a second week. On this visit, he had regularly engaged her in pleasant talks and brief walks in the garden when the weather was nice. She hoped her Uncle and Aunt Gardiner would approve of him and the match she was certain would be formed soon.
The Bennet family stood in the front hallway to receive their guests. The children, forgetting propriety in their excitement to see their cousins, tumbled into the foyer first. Mr. Gardiner escorted his wife in next, and then held the door open for Elizabeth. Jane was the first to exclaim in excitement.
"Lizzy! We had no idea - what a beautiful surprise!"
In a moment Elizabeth was surrounded by the loving arms of her family. Mrs. Bennet fussed and mollycoddled over her married daughter who, she declared, was the most welcome treat she'd had in a long time; she wanted nothing more than to sit her down and hear all about London and her new station in life.
"I know you were not expecting me," Elizabeth said as her coat was removed by a servant, "but I wanted so much to come, and included myself in my aunt and uncle's plans at the last moment. If my room is not ready, I will share a bed willingly!"
"Nonsense! Your room is just as you left it," her mother reassured her.
Mr. Gardiner appeared confused by everyone's astonishment and looked to Mr. Bennet, "Did you not receive my letter with the intelligence that Lizzy would be with us?"
"I did," replied his brother, "But I know Mrs. Bennet takes great delight in a good surprise!"
Elizabeth felt a warm glow of acceptance and love. She had missed her family achingly; now that she was home, it was almost as if she had never left. Almost - until Kitty asked her, "But where is Mr. Darcy? Why did he not come with you?"
As she sat in the best chair by the fire, she answered, "I wished to come alone. The Darcys have their own family plans for the holiday, so I thought this would be the perfect opportunity for me to come home and see everyone. This way I have you all to myself!"
Mr. Bennet stood behind the chair and put his hands on her shoulders. "We are very glad you did, my dear child. This way, we have you to ourselves as well."
Mrs. Bennet wanted to talk of nothing but Elizabeth's marriage and what a brilliant match she had made. "She was so clever to catch Mr. Darcy! To think the two of them must have been secretly in love for weeks - and never to tell us, what a good joke! I confess that I suspected something when they danced together at the Netherfield Ball and then when Mr. Darcy called the next day and asked after her in particular."
The mention of the day following the Netherfield Ball caused Elizabeth to shudder. She had not known Darcy had come to Longbourn before finding her in the woods. She had always believed he had simply happened upon her by chance. Then she was astonished by the following revelation by Mr. Bennet.
"It seems your suspicions were well-founded for once, my dear. I had heard that Mr. Darcy expressed his violent admiration for Lizzy the morning following the ball."
Elizabeth looked at her father in surprise. He did not seem inclined to disclose anything further - at least without some effort on the part of his audience. "Where did you hear such a thing?" she asked, unable to repress her curiosity.
"From Mr. Wickham," he replied.
Elizabeth went pale upon the sound of his name and felt a sudden chill descend upon her. Luckily, Lydia distracted everyone when she piped up with all the sordid details of Wickham's desertion. "Oh, Mr. Wickham! How we all miss him. He deserted his regiment! It is quite shocking, is it not? They say he won a ticket to Canada in a card game. What good luck he must have had. And I do hope he used it - though it is a shame we are deprived of his company - for if they find him now he will surely be flogged!"
It was perhaps fortunate that Elizabeth was affected by Mr. Bennet's disclosure as it saved her from hearing much of Lydia's speech. This new intelligence brought back what Mr. Wickham had said to her when he had attacked her - that he had done it for Mr. Darcy. She was confused and wished for nothing but to be alone with her thoughts, so she excused herself to go for a walk. She wandered aimlessly through the woods near Longbourn in an agitated manner, reviewing the events of the past few weeks in her mind and trying to fit this new piece of information in with those events. Wickham had said Darcy admitted to admiring her? When? And why would he say such a thing? And when did he tell her father of it? There were too many questions.
She finally slowed her gait in a shaded glen and began to look around her to gain her bearings so that she could return home. It was then that she realized where she was. She saw the gnarled tree root and walked to it. A faint bloodstain was visible when she looked closely. She rubbed the back of her head where her would have been. It was now fully healed, but she could not say the same for her mind and her heart. Would they ever be healed? She stared at the ground and, though her memories were unclear, she knew it had occurred in this place and visions of the incident sprang to her mind unbidden. She looked up at the tree and recalled how she had struggled, the force of his body against hers, the heat of his breath on her skin. She wrapped her arms around herself and collapsed to the ground sobbing.
She did not know how long she had remained thus, but at length awareness returned and she sprang to her feet. She fled the grove and ran all the way home, where she immediately went up to her bedchamber to wash her face and rest. She sat on her window seat and began a letter to Georgiana. The necessity of only writing about happy events brought her felicitous reunion with her family to the forefront of her mind and effectively suppressed all other thoughts. By dinnertime she felt better and was able to present an appearance of composure to her family.
Elizabeth was preparing her daily draught in her bedroom later that evening, when Jane arrived for a chat before bed and noticed her pouring powders into a cup of tea before drinking it. "What is that, Lizzy?" she inquired with concern. "Are you ill?"
Elizabeth turned around, startled. "No, not at all," she managed to say. "I am not ill. It is just a headache powder. It is too cold I think for such a long walk as I took earlier today."
"I am sorry you are not feeling well," said Jane.
"I will be much better now that I have your company! Come, let us talk as we used to do. Tell me everything that has happened since I went away."
"Very well, Lizzy," said Jane. "I suppose you have noticed that Mr. Collins is now paying his attentions to Mary. Although, I have to say, I do not think she finds his affections so objectionable as you did."
Elizabeth smiled and nodded. "No indeed, I believe his character is much more suited to her disposition than mine or yours. I believe she will make a good clergyman's wife, if that is his intent."
"It must be. He was only to remain a week on this visit and return to Kent on Saturday, but he decided to stay on another week; he even retained the services of a curate to preside over his parish yesterday. He has been spending nearly all his spare time with Mary, who is not at all averse to his attentions."
"Then there can be little doubt as to his purpose. I hope she will be happy with him. But what I really wish to know is how you have been getting on with Mr. Bingley since his return to the neighborhood."
"He has been very pleasant and amiable to everyone. We have not dined at Netherfield, of course, as his sister stayed in town; but he has dined here a few times since his arrival."
"And I suppose he remains as attentive to you as ever?" asked Elizabeth teasingly.
Jane's face fell for a moment. "I confess that in the first week after his return he was a little more reserved and distant than I remembered. I had begun to tell myself that I had previously seen more of what I wished than what he actually felt. But he has behaved with more warmth towards me of late, though I do not know that I can believe it signifies anything about his feelings."
"Oh Jane," said Elizabeth, taking her sister's hand, "I am inclined to think Mr. Bingley must be as in love with you as ever he was. Who could not love you?" This avowal of affection caused Jane's countenance to lighten, and a smile briefly emerged.
"I cannot form any opinion as to his feelings. Just when I began to allow myself to hope for a renewal of his attentions to me, he informed us that he is to return to London in January. His sisters have been writing him quite constantly entreating him to join them there."
"But the entire party had always intended to return to town in January since they first entered the neighborhood, if I recall correctly," said Elizabeth. "So Mr. Bingley's adherence to that plan cannot be construed as a lack of sincere regard for you."
Jane smiled. "You always know what to say to cheer me up, Lizzy," she said sincerely. "I have missed you so much."
Elizabeth returned her sister's smile. "And I you."
There was a brief pause before Jane finally spoke again. "Lizzy, I am so glad you are here. Only tell me that you are truly as happy in your new situation as your letter suggested. I know you must have had your reasons for eloping as you did and I must confess I was surprised. I have no wish to force your confidence - only tell me that you are happy and I will be satisfied."
Elizabeth smiled as tears sprang to her eyes. "I am happy, Jane. Mr. Darcy is very thoughtful and solicitous of my comfort. And Miss Darcy is a dear girl. I am very eager for you to make her acquaintance."
"I am so pleased to hear it," said Jane. She looked carefully at Lizzy. "Something is different about you," she observed.
"What can you mean, Jane?"
"I can not say exactly, Lizzy, but you have a look about you, a sort of gravity, as if something is weighing heavily upon your mind, something almost melancholy. It makes me sad to see you thus." Elizabeth became alarmed that Jane had perceived her distress that she had tried so hard to conceal. She was touched by what it revealed about the intimacy of their relationship, but she was relieved when Jane reasoned thus: "But, . . . well, I suppose it must be attributed to your being lately married and the added responsibilities which are now yours."
Her secrets remained concealed, but Elizabeth knew she must change the subject quickly. "Oh Jane, I have been quite desolate without you. Will you come to London with me when we return next week?"
Jane gasped and then smiled warmly. "Of course, I would love to! I would very much enjoy being with you again. I also look forward to meeting Miss Darcy." Jane twisted her braid around her fingers almost nervously. "But you are so lately married, I would not wish to divert your attention from your new sister during a time when your intimacy with her should be growing. I would not wish to be in the way."
"Of course you will not be in the way. Georgiana will delight in your company. Please do not be concerned. I am, after all, Mrs. Darcy! I may invite whomever I choose."
Jane's smile widened as she said, "Mama will be so pleased! She was determined to get one of us to London with you this season!"
The ladies discussed the delights they would share together in London, and Lizzy breathed a sigh of relief that she had escaped the subject of her condition. Although she would love to confide her woes and worries to Jane, she could not bring herself to speak of them just yet. She still was not certain whether she was with child and she could not help indulging in the irrational thought that if she did not say anything, perhaps it would just go away.
As the days went by, Darcy's feelings mirrored the bleak London December weather. Sometimes, he completely understood Elizabeth's decision to return to her family, and prayed that her time there would be the nourishment she needed to heal her soul. The next minute, he burned with disappointment that she could not find that healing balm in his home. Then he recollected that she had not even asked him if he would prefer her to spend Christmas with her new family before making other plans and felt a resurgence of anger. After it subsided, though, he longed to talk to her, to tell her how much he wished, ached, for her to be his wife - not only in name, but also in the intimacy of trust and companionship. It weighed upon him so much that he found himself pacing, hoping against hope that she would return early so that he could begin that difficult conversation.
On Thursday morning Darcy had been pacing his library for half an hour, thinking of Elizabeth and wondering what she was doing with her family, when he heard a carriage's arrival followed by the butler admitting someone to the front door. Elizabeth! he thought, and rushed to the foyer to welcome his wife home.
The butler met him in the doorway and announced, "Mr. Darcy, Lady Catherine de Bourgh has arrived."
Darcy stood in disbelief. Lady Catherine looked disdainfully at him and demanded, "Well, where is she? Where is the new Mrs. Darcy? Please, Fitzwilliam, tell me this is not true!"
"Lady Catherine. What a surprise. To what do I owe the honor of this visit?"
"To this letter," she said, brandishing a piece of paper she held crushed in her hand. "If it was not written in your own hand I would have never believed its contents. Even now I harbor the hope that it is some work of forgery!"
Darcy showed Lady Catherine into a small sitting room and said calmly, "If that is the letter announcing my marriage, I can assure you it is no forgery."
"How could you do this to me?" she cried. "To Anne? To yourself? To our family?"
"I have acted in a manner that would constitute my own happiness. I have nothing more to say on the subject."
"Nothing more to say? Well then you shall listen, for I have much to say."
"Unless you intend to congratulate me, the subject of my marriage is closed."
"You must be made to face what you have done! I can scarcely believe it myself - that you have brought such a girl into this family, bestowed the honor of your name on a worthless country nobody! The cousin of my parson!"
Darcy rose from his chair and said, "I will not have my wife disparaged, especially in my own home." He tugged the bell pull to summon a servant. "We have nothing more to say to each other."
"I am not so foolish nor so blind as you may wish to believe, Darcy. There can be only one explanation for your hasty marriage. You must have been discovered in some compromising situation with the girl. And while you should have used more discretion in your liaisons, you should not have to pay for your folly by sacrificing your pride and that of your family! This marriage might have been avoided. There are other ways to handle those kinds of situations discreetly."
Darcy was now completely disgusted with his aunt. "Do not speak of that which you do not know," he bellowed. "I am in love with my wife."
"Then it is even worse than I had imagined! You have been completely taken in by a fortune huntress. I had not thought it possible."
"She is no fortune huntress," said Darcy, "and I am finished with your accusations." Mr. Dobbs then appeared at the door and Darcy said to him, "Lady Catherine is ready to depart. Please show her out." He turned and, without further comment, left the room.
Lady Catherine was incensed by her nephew's high-handed treatment, but she followed the butler out of the house with an air of supreme dignity.
Elizabeth's stay at Longbourn was everything she had hoped for; and her impending return to London did not seem so daunting now that Jane was to come with her. Before the end of her week at home, Mr. Collins had finally come to the point and proposed to Mary. Mrs. Bennet was delighted when her daughter accepted. Nothing could be wanting now but for everything to be settled between Bingley and Jane. Elizabeth was able to see the two of them together whilst at Longbourn, and watched them with interest. She easily concluded that the gentleman's affections were unabated. It warmed Elizabeth's heart to see them happily situated in quiet conversation at one end of the room as had been their custom when in company together in the past. Her regrets over her own situation were lessened as she recalled that respectable marriages for both Jane and Mary would have been impossible had she not accepted Mr. Darcy's offer. These meditations reminded her of all his kindness to her and she felt a pang of shame for having treated him so bitterly. She resolved to behave more kindly toward him upon her return to town.
His aunt's visit made Darcy even more eager for Elizabeth's return. He was determined to put an end to the coldness that had subsisted between them since their dreadful argument. They would be met with plenty of adversity from the outside world, they could not allow it to permeate their relations with one another as well. They must present a united front if they were going to keep hidden the true nature of their marriage.
At last Saturday arrived and Darcy was prepared to make amends. He ordered a large arrangement of flowers to be brought from the conservatory to her room and anticipated a quiet conversation that would end in at least some level of understanding. He hoped the week she had spent at Longbourn had supplied her with the comfort and serenity she required.
Rather than spend the morning in his study as he normally would, he sat with Georgiana in one of the front salons that afforded a view of the road. His anxiety in anticipating her arrival brought to mind what she must have gone through when he had pursued Wickham. Wickham! He could not allow his mind to dwell on that scoundrel and his own failure in seeing justice done upon him.
The sounds of a carriage drew him to the window several times during the course of the morning and finally he was rewarded by seeing a post carriage pull up in front of the townhouse. He went outside to meet his wife and was surprised to see Miss Bennet descending the carriage behind her. Both ladies' trunks were unloaded and after a brief leave-taking, the Gardiners continued on their way - making it clear that Miss Bennet would be staying at the Darcy home.