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Chapter 6

Oh no, not again. William winced at the angry look in Elizabeth's eyes.

"You really know how to spoil a moment, don't you," Lizzy spat out bitterly. "I suppose you want to gloat that my date couldn't make it?"

With a short laugh, Will blurted out, "Stood you up, more like." As soon as he said it, he wanted to kick himself.

"You arrogant ass!" she cried without thinking. "You think you know everything, don't you?"

Will folded his arms, looking down at her, his regret quickly forgotten. "He doesn't deserve your sympathy, Elizabeth. He's a louse and a loser."

She rolled her eyes. "You really have no consideration for the feelings of others do you? No thanks to you he has to work his way through college!" Will's eyebrows shot up, and he wondered what kind of lies George was telling her. "I knew it was too good to be true..." Lizzy began. "You're just -- you're just -- " Searching for the right word -- a name -- anything bad enough to call him, she stamped her foot. Hateful man! What is he doing to me? Frustrated, and not a little bewildered by her unexpected burst of anger, Lizzy nonetheless felt a heady exhilaration battling with Will. The palms of her hands tingled and she couldn't think straight when she was with him.

Will could not help but think how beautiful she looked when she was angry. Her eyes were sparkling, her face was vibrant. He knew she couldn't remain angry with him for long. There was chemistry between them, surely she couldn't deny that. But his curiosity was piqued by her words.

"What was too good to be true?" He wanted to hear this.

"That we could actually be civil to one another!" Lizzy laughed shortly. "Well, at least we managed to until your giant ego came into the picture!"

"So you think we're good together?" he said, smiling. Now we're getting somewhere!

Lizzy was infuriated with him and it didn't help that the smirk on his face showed off his dimples in the most disconcerting manner.

"Stop it!" She looked away from him. This is getting too dangerous! She was losing ground. She felt he was forcing her to say things she didn't want to say. Feeling desperate, she began to walk away, but he grabbed her hand, not ready to let her go. A sudden jolt of electricity shot through her arm. She pulled at it, and looked him in the eye.

"Let me go," she said levelly, acutely aware of the pressure of his fingers on the palm of her hand.

He shook his head. "Not this time. I'm through with having you run away from me," he said, not willing to let her run off again.

"Well, did you ever think that maybe it's your own fault?" she said, trying to get loose from his grip. "Or is that impossible for the great William Darcy?" she added sarcastically.

"Elizabeth, where is this coming from?" he questioned her. "Don't you think we should put an end to this cat and mouse game between us?" he asked, giving her his most charming smile.

"I'm having trouble making you out," she answered. "One minute we're dancing and having a great time, and the next, you say or do something like a jerk!" At her words, the smile left his face and he relaxed his grip.

Coldly, he said, "Pardon me. I would hate to ruin the rest of your evening." He let go of her hand. With nary a glance, she hurried away, anxious to be as far from him as humanly possible. Angry and frustrated he felt like smashing his fist against the wall. Again, that creep has ruined things for me. Why did I have to mention Wickham's name?

For Jane and Charles the Holly Hop was a bittersweet evening. The very next day Charles was leaving for Europe to visit his parents in Oslo for the Christmas holidays. He planned to remain abroad, having been accepted to the Architectural Association School of Architecture in London. He would be away for five long months. On this their last night together they intended to dance every dance in each other's arms.

As much as Jane wanted to be radiant with a brave face, inside she was devastated. She focused on the feel of Charles's arms around her as they danced, and his warm smile as he looked into her face. She was never lovelier. The delicate gossamer of her silver blue gown had an ethereal effect, further increasing Charles' belief that Jane was an angel. He couldn't take his eyes off her all evening. Her bare shoulders were tantalizing; it was all he could do to stop from kissing them as they glided across the dance floor.

"I'll miss you so much, Janie." His eyes said all that he left unspoken.

"Oh, Charles, please let's not talk about it," Jane replied softly. "We're here to have a good time tonight. It won't do either one of us any good to dwell on the inevitable," she said, making a valiant effort to look cheerful.

"You're right, my sweet Jane." He held her close, burying his nose in her hair, breathing in the clean scent that he loved.

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you
Tomorrow I'll miss you
Remember I'll always be true
And then while I'm away
I'll write home every day
And I'll send all my loving to you/

Jane couldn't help herself; as soon as she heard the words to the song she couldn't fight back the tears. So much for being brave, she thought. Burying her face in his chest, she wrapped her arms tightly around him. She didn't want him to see her cry.

I'll pretend that I'm kissing
The lips I am missing
And hope that my dreams will come true
And then while I'm away
I'll write home every day
And I'll send all my loving to you

Charles knew what she was going through, he saw the pain in her eyes before she tried to hide them -- how could he not? It was tearing him apart. He hated the thought of leaving her, but he had to. Studying abroad had been in the works for too long, his family was expecting it of him. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't change things now. Tilting her chin up, he sought out her eyes to see them fill with tears.

All my loving, I will send to you
All my loving, darling I'll be true

Jane's resolve crumbled as she choked out, "Oh, Charles, I know I should be stronger, but I just can't!" She broke down, giving in to the tears she had tried so hard to prevent. "I love you! I can't let you go!" Aware she wouldn't want to be seen crying, he quickly guided her off the dance floor and led her out of the ballroom. He looked for the nearest place -- somewhere -- anywhere where they could be alone. Behind them, they could still hear the heart-wrenching words of the song:

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you
Tomorrow I'll miss you
Remember I'll always be true
And then while I'm away
I'll write home every day
And I'll send all my loving to you

Finding a nearby bench, Charles gently sat Jane down beside him, holding her and trying to comfort her, kissing the tears away as she sobbed in his arms. His lovely, dear Jane. It was killing him to see her so upset.

All my loving, I will send to you
All my loving, darling I'll be true
All my loving, All my loving
Woo, all my loving, I will send to you

"I love you, Janie," he whispered in her ear, trying to reassure her. "I won't be gone forever." Kissing her hair, he murmured words of comfort. "I promise I'll come back to you." He longed to make her feel better. "I'll write you everyday," he said in between kisses. "Believe me." Her tears began to subside as she sniffed and hiccupped, giving him a small smile.

"I know, it's just me being silly, I guess." She dabbed at her eyes with the handkerchief he handed her. "When I heard the words of that song, I couldn't stop myself."

"I know what you mean," he agreed, sighing deeply. "I feel the same way too." He continued to hold her until her crying stopped completely.

Gazing down at her meaningfully, Charles simply said, "Let's go." Jane looked at him in complete agreement. She sniffed one last time, wiping at what she was sure were mascara stains under her eyes.

"Yes. Let's go."

After her most recent and trying altercation with Will, Lizzy made her way to the Ladies' Lounge. Muttering as she entered, "The nerve of that conceited --," she stopped short when she realized who was there already. Caroline.

"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in," Caroline scoffed, spotting Lizzy. "Isn't it strange that we always seem to be meeting here?" She turned to Lizzy and looked her up and down. "Tsk tsk, poor girl. Hiding from your date?" Caroline asked, barely suppressing a laugh.

As the image of Bill Collins loomed in the front of her mind's eye, Lizzy contained the mortification she felt at Caroline's petty remark.

"No, Caroline, I'm not hiding from my date, in fact," she said innocently, raising an eyebrow, "I was just dancing with yours."

Dancing! He said he didn't dance! Caroline's face briefly showed her displeasure, but she recovered quickly. With a condescending air she parried. "He's more than just my date, Eliza. He's my fiancé"

Lizzy thought it was high time that she and Caroline had it out. She'd been itching for a fight ever since she found out the truth about Caroline and Will, no matter what she happened to think of him at the moment.

"Yes, I've heard that one before, Caroline, remember?" Lizzy said, stepping closer to her. "But since then, I've learned a few things."

Caroline didn't like the way Lizzy was looking at her. She was too self-assured.

"Well whatever they are, I really couldn't be bothered." Caroline tried to brush her off with a bored tone. "I'm leaving."

Lizzy called out. "Not so hasty, please. I think you might be interested in hearing what your ‘fiancé' thinks about you." Caroline stopped and slowly turned to face Lizzy.

Lizzy was just warming up. "Yes, your fiancé. Will Darcy? Funny, I heard you two weren't remotely close to being engaged. In fact," Lizzy paused, pretending to think aloud. "What was it? ‘Darcy engaged to Caroline? Not in a million years. She'd like that, but it will never happen if Will has any say.'" She finished with a triumphant smile, remembering Charles's words back at Netherfield.

"No doubt from my brother," Caroline said mockingly and decided to change the subject before Lizzy could dispute her lies any further. "I wouldn't believe everything he says, if I were you -- or your sister, for that matter." Lizzy looked up sharply at the reference to Jane. Any arguments about Darcy's betrothed status were quickly forgotten.

"I hope you realize my brother is going to dump that ‘Tweety bird' sister of yours as soon as he gets to Europe," she stated in a bored manner, leaning forward, primping in the mirror again.

If Caroline's intent was to get Lizzy furious, she succeeded. When it came to Jane, Lizzy's loyalty was as fierce and protective as a tigress with her cubs.

"And what makes you so knowledgeable?" Lizzy asked.

"I know my brother." She stood back from the mirror, viewing herself. Shrugging, she turned to Lizzy with a superior look. "I've seen him do this ‘love ‘em and leave ‘em routine' countless times. Your sister is just one on a list of many."

She turned dismissively, brushing against Lizzy's shoulder roughly as she passed her, intent on ending their conversation. Lizzy was having none of it.

"Oh, no you don't, missy," Lizzy said menacingly, reaching for Caroline. "I should have done this long ago."

Caroline let out a screech as Lizzy grabbed her and whirled her around. Lizzy had every intention of slapping the snooty look off Caroline's face, but Caroline evaded her swipe and Lizzy inadvertently caught the edge of Caroline's bodice instead, yanking it down and revealing all.

Caroline's face nearly turned purple as she looked down horrified. She quickly clutched at her gown, pulling it back up - but not soon enough. Lizzy had gotten a good look at Caroline's 'paltry assets' that had been cleverly enhanced behind the gathered silk of her bodice. Lizzy couldn't hide a triumphant smirk at the view. As soon as Caroline recovered from the shock, she managed to spit out a venomous, "You'll regret this, Eliza Bennet." Holding her head high, she readjusted her gown, took one quick look in the mirror and stormed out of the lounge as Lizzy remained behind laughing out of sheer giddiness and an adrenaline high. She was amazed she had the nerve to actually unmask the witch.

After a few moments to compose herself, Lizzy left the lounge in search of Jane, hoping she wouldn't run into Will. Unfortunately, she ran into her date instead. At this point, Lizzy wasn't sure which was worse.

"Lizzy, I've been looking for you. They're playing our song!" Bill said, making a move to lead her to the dance floor.

"Bill, I'm sorry, I can't right now. I have a headache," she said tersely, feigning illness. "Would you mind asking someone else? Maybe my roommate Charlotte is free," she offered. Bill looked put out at first, but then brightened at the idea of Charlotte and left to look for her.

Good, got rid of him. Lizzy thought, scanning the floor, looking for Jane and Charles. She was on a mission.

Will was not a happy man. Leaning against the increasingly familiar wall in which he had found so much solace in the last time he was at Longbourn, he nursed a stiff drink, necessitated by Lizzy running off -- again. Indulging in a bout of self-pity, he ignored everyone around him. Here I am, stuck at this dance, Caroline as my date, and once again, Elizabeth is angry with me. To make matters worse, he realized it was his own fault. He rolled his eyes heavenward. Could life get any worse?

At that moment, Caroline sidled up to him.

It just did, he thought wearily, and downed his drink in one gulp.

Taking hold of his arm possessively with her spider-like fingers, she viewed the rest of the room dispassionately.

"I bet I can guess what you are thinking," she whispered to him in what she thought was a sultry voice.

"I doubt it," he said shortly, studying his empty glass.

"You are thinking how insipid and beneath you this dance is and how you wish to leave. Am I right?" she guessed, leaning towards him conspiratorially.

"Not exactly, Caroline," he replied.

Unhappily aware that he did not find her now extra revealing décolletage as fascinating as she hoped, she decided to broach a subject that would catch his attention.

"I just heard a very interesting conversation between Miss Eliza Bennet and that roommate of hers in the ladies' room," she said, while absently running her hand over Will's shoulder. His eyes quickly lit up at the mention of Elizabeth's name. He was suddenly interested. I'll show you, Elizabeth Bennet! she thought triumphantly. "I overheard Eliza tell her friend what her sister really thinks about Charles, and it wasn't very nice."

Will faced her, interested in what Elizabeth had to say, but he knew it was rude of Caroline to have listened to their conversation.

"Caroline, you know it's not polite to eavesdrop."

"Well, if you don't want to know..." she started moving away, confident of Will's reaction.

Of course he wanted to know. "What did she say?"

"She was saying that Jane was planning to break up with Charles while he's studying in London. She wanted to be free to date others while he was gone." Shrugging, the lies tripped easily from her lips. "I'm not surprised, a gold-digger like that, probably looking for a bigger fish to land."

Will found it hard to believe that Jane Bennet was the mercenary type Caroline was describing. He didn't know Jane very well -- or her family, apart from Elizabeth. Thinking it over he remembered Charles had described their mother a few times. A matchmaking mama if ever there was one. For all he knew what Caroline claimed to have heard could be true, and because of it he was concerned for Charles. He knew how much he cared for Jane.

"Are you sure about this?" Will asked.

"Oh yes, I heard Eliza say it myself." Caroline said blithely. At the mention of Elizabeth's name, Will thought about what she had said to him and anger pulsed through him. She called me a jerk. In his alcohol befuddled mind, he didn't want Charles to go through the sort of punishment Lizzy had given him.

"Maybe we should encourage him to forget about her while he's in London. He'll probably meet someone else there, anyway," he suggested thoughtfully, hoping to save Charles from certain misery. "In the long run, it would probably be better for him to forget her."

"I agree. It would most definitely be better in the long run." She nodded her head, certain her plan was working.

Out of the corner of her eye, Lizzy saw Caroline beside Will. She was hanging all over him, while he stared down into his glass, looking a little worse for wear. Curious what Caroline might be saying to him, she was a little worried she might be telling him about their altercation in the lounge. Drawing nearer, she heard them unobserved.

"Maybe we should encourage him to forget about her while he's in London. He'll probably meet someone else there, anyway." In a menacing tone he added, "In the long run, it would probably be better for him to forget her"

"I agree. It would most definitely be better in the long run." Caroline nodded her head furtively.

"You know how Charles is, he's always meeting a new girl and falling in love wherever he goes."

"Yes, I know. Would you talk to him before he leaves, anyway? You're his best friend after all."

"Yes, I think that's a good idea."

*All My Loving performed by the Beatles, written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney © 1963 Northern Songs. All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Secured.

The Christmas holidays weren't easy for Jane. She missed Charles terribly. The day after the Holly Hop he had flown off to Oslo with Caroline to spend Christmas with their parents. From there he would go to London until he completed his graduate studies in architecture in May. Amid a tearful farewell he had promised to write her. She missed him as soon she said goodbye to him for the last time, waving incessantly as the red tail lights of his Mustang disappeared into the night.

Once Lizzy and Jane were home, the bustle of the holidays helped take Jane's mind off Charles a little. She immersed herself in Christmas shopping and decorating the Bennet house in its traditional Christmas finery. Lizzy was thankful she had something to take her mind off Will and Charles as well. She didn't know how to broach the subject of what she'd overheard Will and Caroline discussing. What if they didn't succeed? She didn't want to plant any doubts in Jane's head that Charles would drop her as soon as he was in Europe if their plan didn't work. Should she warn Jane of the possibility, knowing it would only alarm her if it didn't come to fruition? Lizzy was in a quandary, and thinking about it only made her head ache.

Adding to her headache was a pain in the neck: George Wickham. The more she thought about him, the more she doubted he had told her the truth the night he canceled. Will's words came back to haunt her, "He doesn't deserve your sympathy, Elizabeth. He's a louse and a loser." She wondered about him. Did he make it up? Was George really sick? She tried to convince herself not to believe Darcy, but it just wouldn't stick. If George called, she planned to tell him she'd never go out with him and not to call again.

Unfortunately, that was only part of Lizzy's man troubles. There was another one that was interested in her -- Bill Collins. Ucch! She shuddered. Ever since the Holly Hop he was convinced they were an item. He asked her to go steady the night of the dance. At first she was polite and tried to let him down easy, but he wouldn't take no for an answer. When he persisted and called her over the Christmas break -- long distance from his house on Long Island -- she had to draw the line. She told her sisters that in no uncertain terms, if Bill Collins should call again, she was not at home! Eventually, he stopped calling, and she was grateful he had finally seemed to get the message.

Her woes of the masculine kind had one more annoyance -- the fact she couldn't get the arrogant, yet irresistible, Will Darcy off her mind. Though she told herself she hated him and he was far worse than she could have ever believed possible, she couldn't forget what it felt like to be with him. In her weakest moments her mind would replay their dance together: the way she had stumbled and fallen into his strong arms; the feel of them around her, the smell of his aftershave; the way his lips curled up when he smiled, revealing those dimples. Her breath caught when she remembered the magnetic look in his eyes as they twisted on the dance floor. "Ooh!" she cried out loud. Why does he have to be so tempting?

As was their tradition every Christmas Eve, the Bennet family's good friends, Edward and Madeline Gardiner, with their three children came to visit for the holiday. They lived north of the Bennets in New York's Westchester County. Thomas Bennet and Edward Gardiner attended college together at Dartmouth and remained great friends, although the two could not have taken more diverse paths. After Dartmouth, Thomas married his sweetheart, Fanny Worth, and they settled in Fanny's hometown of Meryton. Thomas chose a career in education. Edward Gardiner went on to Harvard Business School, then married his wife, Madeline, and became very successful on Wall Street in investment banking.

After dinner, Madeline drew Lizzy aside and asked her if she would be interested in being their "Mother's Helper" for a month that upcoming summer on Fishers Island, where they owned a house.

"I'd love to!" Lizzy answered.

"Good, then it's settled." Madeline was pleased; her children would be rapturous having Lizzy at their disposal for a month on the island. Lizzy was delighted too; this would be a great summer job and a chance to get out of Meryton for a month. She loved the Gardiners and couldn't think of a better situation. Lizzy had never been to their summer house, but she heard a great deal about it. Fishers Island, off the coast of Connecticut but officially part of New York State, was small, and home to the bastions of Eastern high society. To get there, one had to take the ferry from New London, Connecticut or fly in on a small airstrip that the island provided for private aircrafts. Many came from the ‘old guard,' names that conjured up elevated wealth and privilege. The Gardiners, although not as wealthy as most of the residents on Fishers, came from an old family line and had summered on the island for generations.

Lizzy felt much better now that she knew she had a summer job. At the same time, she couldn't help but see how sad Jane was growing as the Christmas break went by. She still had not received any mail from Charles, and she had no idea where to write to him. He had told her he would write to her with his address. Lizzy was tempted to tell Jane what she knew. It now looked obvious to her that Caroline and Will's plan had worked; otherwise she was sure Jane would have received a letter from Charles long before now. Hoping for the right time to break the news, she finally decided to wait until their Christmas break was over and school had started again.

Adding to the emotional sadness of Jane's loneliness, Lydia was unwittingly rubbing salt in the wound by constantly playing one particular Beatles song that seemed tailor made for the way Jane was feeling.

There must be some mail today
From my girlfriend so far away
Please mister postman look and see
If there's a letter, a letter for me

Jane unconsciously substituted the word boyfriend for girlfriend, just like the earlier version by Martha and the Vandellas, as she absently sung the lyrics to herself -- while staring out the window. Why hasn't he written? She couldn't believe it had been two weeks since she had last seen him. Maybe he got the address wrong, she thought, hoping a letter would come any day.

I've been standing here waiting Mister Postman
So patiently for just a card
or just a letter
Saying she's returning home to me
Please Mister Postman

Lizzy could see all too well what the song was doing to her beloved sister.

"Lydia! Do you have to play that song over and over?" she pleaded to the younger one.

"Yes, I love it!" Lydia retorted. "Besides, it's Christmas Vacation. I can do whatever I want." She turned her back to Lizzy and went back to reading her 16 magazine. Lizzy was tempted to pull the plug out of the wall, but decided against it.

So many days you passed me by
See the tears standing in my eye
You didn't stop to make me feel better
By leaving me a card or letter

Lizzy was bitterly certain Caroline and Will Darcy were behind Jane's sadness. They had obviously succeeded in convincing Charles to end his relationship with Jane. She was sad for Jane, and disappointed that Charles had been so easily led. She had hoped he had more substance than that.

You gotta, wait a minute wait a minute oh yeah
Wait a minute wait a minute oh yeah
you gotta, wait a minute wait a minute oh yeah
you gotta, wait a minute wait a minute oh yeah

Once school was back in session in January, Jane was resigned to the idea that Charles was not going to contact her. She hadn't received a single card or letter from him and she had no idea where she could reach him. She had been certain she would have heard from him by now. Seeing the pain her sister was experiencing, Lizzy knew it was time she told Jane the truth.

"Jane, there's something I haven't told you because I wanted to be sure, but now it looks like that something I was afraid would happen has."

Jane looked up from her sociology book, surprised at the seriousness of Lizzy's tone. "What are you talking about, Lizzy?"

"It's about Charles." Lizzy nervously fidgeted with her hands, hating what she had to tell her sister.

Jane waited serenely for Lizzy to continue, although Lizzy could see the interest in her eyes.

"I overheard Caroline and Will Darcy talking the night of the Holly Hop about you and Charles."

Jane, ever the watchful older sister, chastised her, "Lizzy, you know you shouldn't eavesdrop."

Exasperated, Lizzy rolled her eyes. "I know, but don't you want to know what I heard them say?"

"About us?" Jane was surprised at Lizzy, who was obviously upset. She couldn't imagine what would have her so worked up. "What was it? Was it something bad?"

"Yes." Lizzy said stoutly. "They were planning on breaking the two of you up. I heard them scheming together." Once Lizzy started, she let loose the floodgates. "Caroline asked Will to talk to Charles and convince him to break up with you while he was in London." She saw the look of hurt on Jane's face and felt awful for what she was telling her. "I even heard Will say that Charles was always meeting someone new anyway, and it would be better if he were rid of you."

Jane couldn't believe such a thing coming from Will. He had always been so kind and pleasant to her. Caroline too had always been pleasant to her, albeit a snob, but she had never given her any cause to believe she didn't want Jane to date her brother or didn't like her.

"Are you sure about this? I find it incredibly hard to believe." Jane looked at her doubtfully.

"I know what I heard, Jane. There's no doubt in my mind. Caroline has always looked down her nose at us. The case is this: we are not rich enough or grand enough for them."

"I think you're exaggerating. Frankly, I find it hard to believe that Caroline could talk Will into anything. You must have misunderstood them or misheard."

"She talked him into going to the dance with her, didn't he?" Lizzy pointed out, without mentioning how that thought had still rankled deep down inside.

"Yes, that's true, but we don't know what the whole story is there either. Charles was very vague about it when I asked him about it." Jane remembered her surprise upon learning Will was Caroline's date to the dance at Longbourn. She still could not quite believe it.

Charles wouldn't listen to Caroline, though. They were hardly close.

"You think his sister has so much influence over him that she could convince Charles to forget about me?" Jane asked.

"Yes, with his friend Will's recommendation, I do." Lizzy said folding her arms, determined she was right.

"I can't believe it. Why would they try to influence him? I'm sure they only wish his happiness; and if he is in love with me, no other woman can make him happy."

"Jane, you just refuse to believe that some people can be mean and devious. Not everyone looks to make other people happy, you know." Lizzy said shaking her head.

"That's not all true. But I refuse to believe someone is guilty until proven so, and Will Darcy has never done anything to make me believe he would do such a thing to Charles and me. He's always been a true friend, he encouraged Charles to date me -- at least that's what Charles told me."

Lizzy refused to believe, but let it rest. If Jane wanted to walk around with her head in the sand, refusing to believe the truth about Caroline and Will then let her.

A few days after their talk, Jane began to have second thoughts about what Lizzy had told her. Especially when she bumped into Caroline at the school bookstore and Caroline was less than enthusiastic at their impromptu meeting. She made it clear to Jane that she did not intend to pursue any friendship between them. Caroline's coldness on campus seemed to be the final nail in the coffin. Charles has dumped me. While she began to believe Caroline capable of duplicity, she could not believe it of Will. He was too good and too much a gentleman to behave the way Lizzy described. He and Lizzy may have their misunderstandings but he had always been a friend to her.

She tried to throw herself into her studies, but it was hard. She couldn't forget him, she loved him! There was also the niggling worry that he had dropped her for the more glamorous girls he was probably meeting in London. Jane couldn't help but envision him dancing and living it up. He probably hadn't given her another thought since he left her that night. Counting the days on the calendar since she had last seen him, she bit her lip, worried; wishing she had done things differently. If only...

"It's so good to be back at school again, isn't it?" said Charlotte merrily. "I really missed it!"

Lizzy looked at her roommate, somewhat surprised at her demeanor. If she didn't know better, she'd say Charlotte was hiding something from her.

"You're awfully chipper, Char, what gives?" Lizzy asked her, raising an eyebrow. "Are you keeping something from me?" Charlotte blushed and then looked up and grinned.

"I have a boyfriend, Lizzy!" she said joyfully, "Can you believe it? I'm so happy!"

A broad smile lit up Lizzy's face. She was floored! At the same time she was delighted for her friend. Charlotte finally has a boyfriend? She wondered when it happened and with whom?

"When? How did this happen? Tell me all about it!" Lizzy assaulted her with questions as they curled up on their beds, ready for a good girl talk.

"Oh, Lizzy, he is so wonderful, and it was such a surprise!" Charlotte said dreamily.

"Is it someone you met back at home?" Lizzy asked, curious about whom the mystery man was.

"Yes, he lives near me at home, but he goes to school here." She blushed again and looked down at her hands, suddenly embarrassed.

"Here?" Lizzy was puzzled. Who could it be?

"I hope you don't mind, but he was your date from the Holly Hop. Lizzy eyes widened in surprise.

"Do you mean your boyfriend is Bill Collins?" Lizzy asked slowly, in disbelief.

"Yes!" she jumped up from the bed and twirled around. "He is so wonderful!"

Lizzy was stunned, but did her best to hide her disgust from Charlotte who was so obviously happy.

"I'm very happy for you, Charlotte," she said warmly. "Tell me how this all happened."

"Well, it turns out that Bill lives nearby me on Long Island. I live in Hunsford Village. It's just the next town over from his. One night, my girlfriends and I went out bowling, and who do we run into but Bill with some of his friends! He recognized me right away and came over. One thing led to another and we all wound up hanging out together for the rest of the Christmas break."

"Charlotte, it sounds great. So, now that you two are back down here, you're definitely going steady?" Lizzy asked, still finding all of this hard to believe, and not a little worried that Charlotte might be rushing things.

"Yes -- look! He pinned me!" She pointed to the pin she was wearing on her sweater. It was small, orange and black with a "P" on it for Princeton.

Any reservations she had disappeared as she saw how joyful her roommate was. So what if it was Bill Collins? If he made Charlotte happy, that was all that mattered. Lizzy gave her a big hug and kiss.

Lizzy felt a proclamation was in order. "I think this calls for a celebration. How about we go to Bond's and get some burgers and Awful Awfuls?"

Bond's was the local hamburger hang out, famous for their super big milkshakes called Awful Awfuls.

"You're on! But only this one time, I have to watch my figure!" Charlotte replied, and they both laughed and headed on out.

"Well, well who do we have here?" a deep voice said from behind.

Lydia turned around and a great big smile spread across her face. "George!" she cried out. Lydia had hoped she would run into the Paul McCartney look-a-like salesman at Korvettes, and her wish was granted.

George had been relaxing with his co-workers, Denny Grubb and Alex Carter, before finishing up for the day, when he noticed Lydia saunter into the record department. It had been a while since he'd talked to her sister, Elizabeth. That one's a lost cause. He realized in hindsight it had been an error in judgment to leave her in the lurch the night of the semi-formal, but at the time he had no choice. There had been more important matters to deal with that evening. Attending some dull college dance, with barely the chance of a quick feel and some necking -- and that was if he was lucky -- or heading to a high stakes poker game where he could win a bundle of money in poker? Hmm, not a hard decision to make -- money definitely won out. And there was always the need to avoid a Darcy.

Now, here was her sister, who looked as eager as ever. This could be interesting. He ignored the warning in the back of his head that said Jail Bait and sauntered over, approaching her from behind. What was her name again?

A lone, melancholy figure appeared in the moonlight. Slowly he walked to the iron railing in front of him. Leaning against it, he stared into the dark, frigid water of the Thames. His only thoughts were of the girl he loved. He sighed as he remembered the words of his best friend. How could she do this to me, especially after our last night? He would never forget her. He had thought he knew her feelings, he would have sworn she loved him back. He was brokenhearted.

The world is treating me bad
Misery

I'm the kind of guy
Who never used to cry
The world is treatin' me bad
Misery

Embarrassed to find a tear had fallen down his cheek, Charles wiped it away, fearful of anyone seeing his vulnerability. He shook his head, still puzzled over how it all happened.

I've lost her now for sure
I won't see her no more
It's gonna be a drag
Misery

I'll remember all the little things we've done
Can't she see she'll always be the only one
Only one

As his mind wandered he painfully thought of all the happy times they'd spent together.

Send her back to me
Cause everyone can see
Without her I will be
In misery

Charles knew he'd never be the same without her. He found his true love but here he was, miles away from her, helpless.

I'll remember all the little things we've done
She'll remember and she'll miss her lonely one
Lonely one

Send her back to me
Cause everyone can see
Without her I will be
In misery**

Sadly, he wiped his eyes again, squared his shoulders and headed back across the bridge named Waterloo towards his lodgings.

*Please Mr. Postman performed by the Beatles, written by Dobbin/Garrett/Garman/Brianbert © 1962 Jobete Music Company Incorporated, USA. Dominion Music Limited, 127 Charing Cross Road, London WC2. All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Secured.

**The Beatles, "Misery" - performed by The Beatles, written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney. © 1963 Northern Songs. All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Secured.

Charlotte and Bill Collins became a bona fide couple and Charlotte was in seventh heaven. Lizzy was happy for Charlotte in spite of her own feelings about Charlotte's choice of partner. Philosophically she thought I guess there's someone for everyone in life, I wonder who will be mine, or if I'll even find someone. Will Darcy's face loomed in her thoughts with his handsome lips and dark curls. She shook her head, scowling at the memory, trying to clear him from her brain, "Why do I always have to think of him?"

As the Easter break approached, Charlotte invited Lizzy to come with her to Long Island for a week. It was an easy train ride from Princeton to New York City, and then out to Long Island. Elizabeth agreed, although she knew she'd feel like a third wheel most of the time, since Bill would be there as well.

Jane was still trying to be brave by throwing herself into her studies at Longbourn, but Lizzy could see through her determination to get straight A's this semester. At least something good has come of losing Charles, Dad will be glad to see her grades are up.

Saturday morning, Lizzy kissed her parents and a somber Jane goodbye before boarding the train from Princeton Junction. She would travel from here to New York's Penn Station where she and Charlotte would connect to the Long Island Railroad. Lizzy had never been to the North Shore of Long Island where Charlotte lived. From Charlotte's description, it sounded beautiful, with lots of grand mansions and estates, though its denizens, the affluent society types who flaunted their wealth, did not impress Lizzy. Caroline Bingley and her crowd, she thought disgustedly. All the same, she was admittedly curious to see some of the great estates that Charlotte talked about.

The ride to New York was uneventful, but once they arrived at Penn Station it turned chaotic. The great New York landmark, Pennsylvania Station, was undergoing demolition that made it difficult for the two girls to find the correct train to Locust Valley, the closest stop to Hunsford. After a mad dash to find their gate and catch their train, they were finally able to relax and sit back in their seats. Lizzy watched from her window as the train passed by Shea Stadium and the World's Fair campgrounds in Flushing Meadows. After an hour on the train, they arrived at their stop where Charlotte's father met them, giving his daughter a big hug and offering Lizzy a warm welcome. He helped them with their bags, putting them in the trunk of the car, while Lizzy absently looked around her. Noticing a charming bandstand on a hill nearby, she appreciated her surroundings; this part of Long Island was picturesque and beautiful and Lizzy knew right away that she would enjoy her visit here very much.

Charlotte's father took great pride in showing Lizzy the sights of Hunsford and its neighboring towns on the drive home. Many homes were hidden from the winding roads they traveled, but once in a while Lizzy would glimpse a grand looking estate set far back from the road. Charlotte reminded her that many of the great estates they passed could only be seen from the water. Lizzy's eyes widened as they drove down a beautiful lane of sycamore trees that ended in front of a particularly grand edifice -- a huge Tudor, immaculately kept, with mature plantings and sprawling grounds.

"Who lives there?" she asked.

"That's Rosings Park, the DeBourgh estate. Catherine DeBourgh and her daughter, Anne, live there," answered Mr. Lucas.

"Only two people?" she said, amazed that only two people lived in such a huge house.

"Oh, yes, it's been in the family for a long time, Miss Anne DeBourgh is quite the heiress." Mr. Lucas replied.

"Bill's father, Reverend Collins, is her pastor. That's his church right there." Mr. Lucas pointed to a beautiful stone Episcopal Church across from them. "She shows a great interest in church affairs and is Reverend Collins's biggest benefactor." Charlotte piped in. "The DeBourgh family donated those enormous stained glass windows." The windows were indeed very grand looking; Lizzy could easily appreciate the value of such a gift.

"I didn't realize Bill's father was a minister. For some reason I always thought his father was...uh..." she stammered to a stop, unsure exactly how to put it. Bill always looked so puffed up and full of himself that Lizzy had been sure that he came from a loftier background.

Charlotte seemed to understand, "I know what you mean. Mrs. DeBourgh made it possible for him to go to Princeton. She's on the board there or something like that and was also very helpful in pulling a few strings and getting him into Ivy. His family owes a lot to Mrs. DeBourgh's kindness and generosity."

"I'm sure they must." Lizzy thought it was no wonder Bill acted like he was some big shot.

Eventually, Mr. Lucas's little tour came to an end and they drove up to the Lucas's home, a white clapboard colonial, attractively set far back from the road, with a huge front lawn. Once Charlotte showed Lizzy her room and they got settled, Charlotte called Bill to see if he was home and to make plans for the evening. Lizzy could tell Charlotte was anxious to see him again and Bill let them know that there was a dance for the younger crowd at the nearby country club that same evening. He assured the girls that it was bound to be a lot of fun. Lizzy was grateful she brought a party dress with her, and the girls promptly set about getting ready. Lizzy dressed in one of her favorites, a short sleeveless, peg dress in a light blue shimmering silk. Belted, it came down to her knees with a slimming effect as it hugged her curves, narrowing at the hemline.

Charlotte exclaimed when she saw her friend, "That dress looks great on you! You'll knock the boys dead!" Lizzy thanked her and tried to figure out what to do with her hair. The sea air was causing it to be especially unruly and no amount of brushing would straighten out the long curls. Charlotte recommended she wear it up off her neck and helped her pin it up. With a matching ribbon woven through it, she looked spectacular. They were ready.

"I can't wait to see Bill again; it's been three whole days since we've seen each other." Charlotte was clearly eager to see her boyfriend.

Lizzy kept her mouth shut. She had promised herself she would not utter a single word ever to Charlotte about her true feelings in regard to Bill Collins -- no matter how much of a boob she thought he really was.

"Can you believe we're seeing him tonight -- our first night here?" she continued enthusiastically, unaware of Lizzy's thoughts. She nodded and smiled, in spite of her reservations of being with Bill for the evening. If it made Charlotte happy, then so be it.

Bill picked them up and drove them to the country club. As the threesome entered the ballroom, the grandiose surroundings caused Lizzy some nervousness. She did not relish the fact that the only one she knew there was Bill Collins, besides Charlotte, of course. The music was popular for the most part, and the floor already crowded with dancers. As Lizzy watched Charlotte and Bill walk to the dance floor she couldn't help but remember how embarrassing it was to dance with him at the Holly Hop. Thank goodness I don't have to worry about that tonight. She was more than happy to let Charlotte dance with Bill every dance for the entire evening. Lizzy casually observed the people dancing and noticed a few young men glancing appreciatively her way. Their scrutiny made her self-conscious and she made her way over to a group of girls and stood nearby, hoping she might blend in with them.

At the insistence of his Aunt Catherine, Will agreed to attend that evening's dance at the club, but inwardly he rebelled at the idea. As a guest at his aunt's home for the Easter holiday break, Will felt obligated to indulge her wishes, but had no intention of actually dancing. Fortunately, he was not alone on this foray. His cousin, Richard Fitzwilliam, on leave from the Marines, was with him. It was just the two of them. Anne, Catherine's daughter, did not feel up to going to the dance and stayed at home with her mother. As the two good-looking men entered the ballroom, many eyes came to rest upon them as they were alone and seemingly free of any female companionship. Will scanned the crowd with a detached look, careful to avoid meeting anyone's eye. Making note of the balcony upstairs that overlooked the ballroom, he decided to head upstairs and observe the crowd from above. There he could remain alone and away from the coquettish debutantes who, no doubt, would be in attendance. Richard, ever the charmer, made a beeline for a group of girls, eager to strike up an acquaintance with a pretty one or two.

With a sigh of relief Will found refuge on the balcony. Drink in hand, he looked down upon the dancers wistfully. His thoughts turned to one particular girl he would do anything to dance with again. He shook his head, trying to clear the painful thoughts away. His eyes lit upon a couple dancing the Watusi on the dance floor that looked familiar. He did a double take at the fellow's dancing. Is that Collins? He smirked, remembering how outrageous he was the last time he had seen him dancing. With Elizabeth. He scowled remembering the rest of that evening at Longbourn and the argument he had with her that night, the last time he had seen her. With Charles in London Will had no contact with Elizabeth's sister; and no excuse to see Elizabeth. She had made it clear she did not want him to contact her, so he had stayed away though it had been torture for him, knowing she was so close, yet unable to see her. His mind wandered as he thought of her. He watched Collins dancing, and then recognized his partner. Isn't that Elizabeth's friend? His heart beat faster. This was too coincidental. Could Elizabeth be here too?

Out of the corner of her eye Lizzy noticed the nice looking young man coming in her direction, but she was surprised when he approached her of all people. After all, she was still next to the group of girls as she felt less conspicuous that way. She had been on her own ever since Charlotte and Bill had left her to dance. As he came up to her, she admired his easy good looks and graceful stride. Tall, with a muscular build and a sandy brown crew cut, he had a decided look of confidence about him. His smile was his most noticeable feature, lighting up his tanned face as Lizzy waited for him to approach.

"Hello, gorgeous, what's your name? I'm Richard." His teeth were dazzling against his tan.

It was hard not to roll her eyes at him, but his charm and manner were too difficult to ignore, and the sparkle in his blue eyes made her laugh. He was irresistible.

"Hello there, yourself. My name is Lizzy." She smiled back at him archly, "Do you always come up to girls and introduce yourself and call them gorgeous?"

"Only the gorgeous ones. So, what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?"

Now Lizzy really did roll her eyes and responded laughingly, "Oh, please! You can't be serious with that line. Does it really get you results?"

He feigned injury; "I'm hurt and insulted!" he smiled boyishly at her, "You mean I can't get you to come away with me after that one?" Lizzy giggled, in spite of his attempts at obvious pick up lines, she found him charming and amusing; she liked him at once.

"No, really, I'm serious. Are you from around here?" he asked.

"No, I'm here with a friend, she lives nearby."

He noticed her foot tapping to the music and asked her to dance. "This music is nice, would you care to dance?"

"Yes, I'd love to." She took his arm and he led her to the floor. He continued to flirt outrageously with her and she let him. He told her that he was a Marine, expecting to graduate from Officers' Basic School in Quantico, Virginia. He anticipated going to Vietnam in the near future. Lizzy was horrified to hear this, especially since he seemed so eager to go.

"Are you sure? Isn't that awfully dangerous?" The look on her face was stricken.

"Yes, but I'm well trained. I know what to expect." He added, "I'm a Marine." he said confidently, waggling his eyebrows at her.

She looked at him doubtfully. The little she had seen of Vietnam in the news looked pretty grim. She didn't like the idea at all. She may have just met him, but she hated to think of the danger he would be involved in over there.

Will's eyes darted around the ballroom looking for Elizabeth. From his perch in the balcony it was easy for him to view the entire floor below him. He scanned the crowd, looking for a girl with long dark hair. His heart thumped loudly in his chest. He could barely breathe at the thought that she might be there and he was unaware of it. As he perused the many dancers and heads from above, he saw his cousin, laughing, obviously enjoying himself on the dance floor with a shapely brunette. Will nearly glossed over them, but his heart stopped and he peered down at them more closely. Is that her? Is that my Elizabeth? He held his breath, waiting for them to turn so he could see her face. She had glossy dark hair, tied up with a ribbon -- a ribbon! The couple turned and there she was! It's her! He was in no doubt. Richard is dancing with her! Hot, furious, jealousy overcame Will as he watched the two of them appear to have a great time together. Elizabeth was laughing, throwing her head back, her arms wrapped around Richard's shoulders. How dare she, he thought indignantly. She never danced that way with me! He couldn't bear to watch them together any longer. He was only too well aware what kind of a charmer his cousin could be. He had to stop this; Elizabeth could already be falling in love with him! he thought crazily. Stumbling down the stairway, he nearly collided with another couple as he rushed to reach Elizabeth and Richard.

As he made his way closer he shortened his stride and tried to relax. He didn't want to appear too flustered and give himself away to Richard. Always in competition with one another, all Richard needed was an inkling of Will's feelings for Elizabeth and he would run with it. He hadn't even thought about what he would say to her when she saw him. Making his way through the crowd, he saw them together. They had just finished their dance and were walking off the dance floor.

All the old feelings came rushing back to Will as he neared; the very vision of her assaulted him. She had never looked lovelier in his eyes. Why deny it? He was still hopelessly in love. He took a deep breath and from behind tapped her on the shoulder.

"Hello Elizabeth. It's good to see you again."

She'd recognize that deep voice anywhere. Will! What's he doing here? Lizzy turned around. Alarmed at suddenly seeing him, her heart started pounding furiously. She looked up at him, concealing her unease, "Hello, Will."

"I hope your family is well and school is going all right for you?" he asked politely.

"Yes, thank you, my family is well," she answered coolly, regaining her composure, "Although my older sister, Jane, has been out of sorts," she added meaningfully. Will tried not to read too much into what Elizabeth said, but he couldn't help feeling a twinge of guilt over his part in separating Charles from Jane. Why is she looking that way at me, as if she knows something?

"I'm sorry to hear that." He cleared his throat, "I saw your friend... um... dancing with Collins...over there." That's right, impress with your eloquence, you fool. Frustrated by his lack of conversational skill, all he managed to do was stare at her.

"Yes, I'm here with Charlotte, my roommate. She lives up here." Lizzy paused before adding in a low voice, "Bill is her...um...boyfriend." She couldn't help feeling embarrassed at the memory of being his date at the Holly Hop -- and the fact that Will was there to witness it. She felt her cheeks burning under his gaze.

Richard watched the two of them curiously, with some amusement. Raising an eyebrow he wondered, What's this? She's blushing? Richard thought it was time to investigate.

"How do you two know each other?" Richard asked with an innocent look, a look which wasn't lost on Will.

"Will and I have met before, down in Princeton." She said, eyeing Will with amusement, "As I recall, on the night we were introduced, he made a derogatory comment about a particular young lady."

Will looked uncomfortable, even though he knew Elizabeth was teasing.

"Ha!" laughed Richard, "I'd love to know how my cousin behaves when he's at parties!" Richard egged Lizzy on, knowing how it would affect Will.

"It wasn't how it seemed." Will said quietly, his dark eyes never wavering from Elizabeth.

Cousins! They're cousins? "He left quite an impression," Lizzy said, on her guard.

"I'm not surprised by that." Richard knew Will only too well. "He can be quite the stick in the mud, I daresay. I bet you couldn't get him near the dance floor either." Richard grinned, noticing the changed expressions on both their faces. Aha! Struck a nerve, didn't I? Richard went in for the kill, "Isn't it about time you got out on the dance floor, Will?" he slapped him on the shoulder in a friendly gesture, "How about breaking your rule for Lizzy?"

"Maybe he's afraid to," Lizzy said, her eyes dancing.

"I am not afraid of you," he said smilingly.

Oh yeah, oh yeah,
oh yeah, oh yeah,

Wasting no time, he ignored the raised eyebrow and pert expression of her lips and took her hand in his. He wrapped his arm about her waist, aware of the silky softness of her dress as he pulled her body close. Easily guiding her in a mini-waltz step with a rock ‘n roll beat, he rejoiced in the sensation of holding her in his arms. This was the first time they had danced together so intimately. Not willing to appear rude in front of Will's cousin, Lizzy hesitatingly placed her hand upon his shoulder and let him take the lead.

Imagine I'm in love with you
it's easy 'cause I know
I've imagined I'm in love with you
many, many, many times before

It's not like me to pretend
But I'll get you
I'll get you in the end
Yes, I will, I'll get you in the end
Oh yeah, oh yeah

Will smiled at the words of the song. How à propos. He looked down into Elizabeth's eyes, nodding in rhythm to the song. Could she guess what he was thinking?

I think about you night and day
I need you and it's true
When I think about you I can say
I'm never, never, never, never blue

I don't like that look in his eye. Elizabeth knew he was enjoying every bit of this little charade. A quick glance at his face had her nearly cringing at the roguish smile upon his lips. He looked devastating. The words of the song didn't escape her, she knew all too well what he was thinking -- and she didn't like it!

Well, there's gonna be a time
When I'm gonna change your mind
So you might as well resign yourself to me
Oh yeah,

Lizzy felt caught in a trap. Her insides were in turmoil -- her stomach turned somersaults as he pulled her closer. The old feelings she had for him were wreaking havoc on her senses again; she tried not to dwell on the fact his hand was holding her waist so provocatively, but it was impossible not to. Not only that, did he always have to smell so good too? Swallowing, she didn't dare look into his face again. Every time she saw those dimples of his, her legs turned to jelly. It was hard enough for her to appear cool and collected while she was in his arms, but the heat of his body next to hers was overwhelming. She closed her eyes, resisting the urge to hold him tighter and lose herself in his deep brown eyes.

Imagine I'm in love with you
it's easy 'cause I know
I've imagined I'm in love with you
many, many, many times before

Will could see the effect he was having on her, a whole range of emotions crossed her face, and he felt more confident. He smiled, licking his lips, thinking about kissing her. Should he? Her lips were so tempting!

It's not like me to pretend
But I'll get you
I'll get you in the end
Yes, I will, I'll get you in the end
Oh yeah, oh yeah
oh yeah oh yeah
oh yeah

Will didn't let her go after the song ended, they remained standing on the dance floor, both a little dazed by their thoughts. Lizzy was only too well aware that it was dangerous to be too close to him. What is it about him? She found him nearly impossible to resist when he was this charming and magnetic.

She excused herself, using the powder room as an excuse. Sidestepping the door to the powder room she found a set of French doors that led to a patio overlooking the golf course. There were other people -- mostly couples enjoying the moonlight, and Lizzy took advantage of the darkness to collect herself and take a few gulps of much needed air. Her thoughts were confused, she was undeniably attracted to Will Darcy, but she couldn't trust him -- I hate him! Then she remembered how it felt to be in his arms, the tingle she got when they touched, the way his eyes would draw her in, as if he could read her mind...

"Penny for your thoughts."

Lizzy whirled around, the deep voice behind her startling her out of her reverie. "You!" she cried in relief as she recognized Richard in the dim light. "You nearly scared me to death!" she said, clutching her stomach, "Didn't your mother ever tell you to never sneak up on someone?"

"I must not have been listening if she did. Sorry if I scared you," he apologized smoothly, with that same boyish smile. "It wasn't my intention, believe me."

"All right, I believe you." Lizzy smiled, relieved it wasn't Will who had snuck up on her.

Although glad to see her smile again, Richard was still curious about this vivacious girl and his cousin. He could see that this would need further delving into.

"My aunt likes to have tea parties every Sunday, how would you and your girlfriend like to join us tomorrow afternoon?" he asked.

"Your aunt?" Lizzy echoed, hesitating, wondering if Darcy would be there too. "That would be very nice. I'll have to ask Charlotte, of course, she has a boyfriend whom she may have plans with already."

"Bring him too! The more the merrier, my aunt always has loads of food."

"Thank you, I'll pass on the invitation -- you're sure it's all right?" she asked, a bit skeptical.

"You don't know my aunt. Believe me, she loves holding court. She welcomes everyone -- as long as they agree with everything she says."

Lizzy raised her eyebrows, "Well, in that case, I better be on my best behavior." she said impishly.

"I hope not," he said waggling his eyebrows at her, grinning. She rolled her eyes at him for the third time that evening and gave him a smirk.

"You're incorrigible!" she said, smiling. She really did enjoy his company.

"Thank you. I take that as a compliment." he responded. He took her arm in his and began to lead her back inside, "Shall we go back in? I think it's getting too chilly for you out here." Lizzy nodded in agreement and the two returned to the ballroom.

Will saw Elizabeth and Richard return through the French doors and ground his teeth in consternation. Damn Richard! He strode over to them, intent on breaking them apart. But as he came nearer he realized it wouldn't do him any good to appear in a jealous fury in front of Elizabeth. After their last dance he felt he had made some inroads with her and didn't want to lose those precious points in his favor.

He slowed his gait and appeared to stroll up to them.

"Ah, Will," Richard said with a mischievous glint in his eye, "I've invited Lizzy and her friends to Rosings for tea tomorrow!"

Rosings! Lizzy's eyes shot open at the realization of who Richard and Will's aunt actually was -- Mrs. DeBourgh!

Will smiled with inward satisfaction, delighted with the news. His cousin was turning out to be a godsend. He continued to watch Elizabeth's face as the words of the song they had just danced to, repeated in his head. He was hopeful.

It's not like me to pretend
But I'll get you
I'll get you in the end
Yes, I will, I'll get you in the end
Oh yeah, oh yeah
oh yeah oh yeah
oh yeah*

*The Beatles, "I'll Get You" - performed by The Beatles, written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney. © 1963 Northern Songs. All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Secured.

The next day as Bill drove Charlotte and Lizzy to Rosings Park, he spoke freely of the DeBourgh family.

"Will Darcy is a Princeton man like me," he said proudly, unconsciously sticking out his scrawny chest. As if in the know, he added importantly, "He's Mrs. DeBourgh's favorite nephew. I have it on good authority that he and Mrs. DeBourgh's daughter, Anne, have an understanding. They'll probably be announcing their engagement shortly."

Charlotte looked startled at this pronouncement, and quickly turned to Lizzy to gauge her reaction. Lizzy was not completely unfamiliar with first cousins marrying, but the idea bothered her; it seemed positively archaic.

"Who marries their first cousin nowadays?" asked Charlotte, showing she did not agree with this custom.

Bill answered authoritatively, "Miss DeBourgh is adopted. There is no actual blood connection."

So that's it? Lizzy thought, with a small sigh. Now it made perfect sense to her. She realized it was Anne to whom George Wickham had referred. You know how it is with rich families. George's words in regard to their engagement came back to her. No wonder, she thought resignedly. Although it dampened Lizzy's spirits somewhat, she was curious to see what kind of girl this Anne DeBourgh was and she was interested in observing how Will behaved around her. Maybe by witnessing them firsthand, she would be able to get the handsome Will Darcy out of her mind once and for all. Ever the optimist, Lizzy reflected that their visit to Rosings Park could turn out to be pleasing in any case. She looked forward to seeing Richard; after all, he was the one who invited them to his aunt's, not Will.

Bill droned on with his history of the Fitzwilliam and Darcy families. "Richard, the other one..." He shook his head. "Mrs. DeBourgh is not as pleased with him. He's the black sheep of the family. He insists on entering the military, and Mrs. DeBourgh is very disappointed." Lizzy remembered Richard's words about being a Marine and going off to Vietnam. It worried her.

"It's inexcusable for a Fitzwilliam, which is Mrs. DeBourgh's maiden name, you know," Bill said, turning to the girls while he was driving. "Mrs. DeBourgh could easily make a simple phone call and he could have a lucrative job anywhere he wanted. He did graduate from the University of Pennsylvania, after all. But he insisted on joining the Marines and going over there!" His eyes looked eastward, a look of horror on his face. He muttered disgustedly, "He must have some sort of death wish." Lizzy's eyes widened at the thought. Bill Collins obviously did not share Richard's opinions and values. As much as Lizzy disliked the idea that Richard's career choice was dangerous and he could go to Vietnam, she admired him for his decision. She thought it was very brave and noble.

The car traveled down the majestic lane of sycamore trees on the approach to the house. Lizzy's eyes widened as it stopped in front of the gates, and as if by magic the gates opened all by themselves and they continued up the long driveway, paved in red granite chips. Lizzy was now able to get her first real good look at Rosings Park, a magnificent Tudor manor, rich in detail. Lizzy was no expert on architecture, but she knew enough to recognize that Rosings was more than just another mansion. It was an amazing piece of art. The brick patchwork between the timbers revealed an exquisite herringbone inlay, complimented by the superb diamond leaded glass windows throughout. A thick frame of limestone surrounded the massive front door, made of an unusual blonde chestnut wood. Lizzy looked up at the doorway in wonder, thinking it must be at least ten feet tall. As the three young people got out of their car and walked up to the impressive front entrance, Lizzy took a deep breath and braced herself for the inevitable first meeting with the formidable Catherine DeBourgh.

As soon as they rang the doorbell, a butler answered and greeted them formally. He led them into the sumptuously decorated drawing room and Lizzy instantly spotted Richard, whose face opened into a wide smile as soon as he saw her. Will was standing in front of the stained glass windows, with his back to them, looking out onto the rear lawn of the house. Lizzy could only make out his silhouette, for the sun's rays through the window created a backlit effect behind him. As soon as he heard their voices and the butler's announcement, he turned to face them with a small smile upon his lips. His eyes lit up when he saw Lizzy, and a feeling of warmth spread throughout his body. But all too soon, his eyes darkened as he saw Richard immediately approach Elizabeth and give her -- what Will considered -- a familiar kiss on the cheek.

"Lizzy! Welcome to Rosings!" Richard said gaily. Turning to Bill and Charlotte, he added, "and these must be your friends."

Lizzy introduced them to Richard, and Bill piped in, "I am William Collins, and I am much acquainted with the DeBourgh family." He lifted his chin proudly. "My father is well known to Mrs. DeBourgh."

Richard's smile faded slightly upon noticing Bill's demeanor, but soon recovered. "Well...then, you should feel right at home!" He took Lizzy's arm in his and led her across the room toward the enormous leaded glass windows where Will was standing. Will nodded stiffly to her as he passed her on his way to greet Charlotte and Bill. He couldn't stand the way Richard was touching her and needed some space.

Lizzy noticed how comfortable Will looked in these opulent surroundings, as if he were to the manor born. She glanced around the large room, her eyes widening at a striking and beautiful piece of art hanging on one of the walls. Is that an original Renoir?

Richard's flirtatious, low voice brought her out of her reverie. "It seems I already know a bit about you, and didn't even realize it."

Lizzy, who had been watching Will out of the corner of her eye, turned to Richard, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"My cousin had already told me so much about you, but I had no idea you were the girl he was talking about."

"Well, I'm sure it couldn't be anything too great. You see, your cousin and I are not the best of friends."

"That's not the impression I got." Richard smiled, looking over at Will. By this point, Will was aware that Richard and Elizabeth must be talking about him, and he at once felt uncomfortable under their scrutiny.

Lizzy raised one eyebrow at this and responded while looking over at Will, "I'd like to hear what your cousin has said about me. I'm sure it would to be very interesting."

"On our drive out here, he told me about a girl he met at school and how taken he was with her. I seem to remember him remarking on how fine her eyes were." Richard added this last part casually, curious to see Lizzy's reaction to this statement. So what if it was a little white lie? Will hadn't said anything about fine eyes or a girl for that matter, but Richard knew this would help him in his cause to learn the truth about these two.

Lizzy blushed and couldn't help but wonder at Richard's words. What else has Will said to him about me? She nearly cringed at the thought of their last conversation at the Holly Hop.

"I'm sure he must have been talking about someone else, it couldn't possibly have been me," Lizzy said self-deprecatingly. Richard shook his head in disagreement, amused at her discomfiture.

Again she looked over at Will standing next to Charlotte, contemplating his profile. He was undeniably attractive. He threw a glance in her direction, their eyes met and she quickly averted hers, afraid she would reveal too much of her inner thoughts about him. The look in her eyes gave Will hope and he took it as a sign to join them. He'd had enough of Bill Collins, who seemed to be basking in the glory of Rosings, and didn't like the idea of Richard working his well-known charms upon Elizabeth without him. Who knows what he's saying to her?

"Will, we were just talking about you. Were your ears burning?" Richard asked laughingly.

Ignoring Richard, Will turned to Elizabeth. "I hope my cousin wasn't boring you."

Lizzy smiled valiantly at Richard. She was intent on erasing the discomposure she had been feeling earlier. "No, not at all, your cousin is very entertaining. I was just about to tell Richard some stories about why you and I aren't the best of friends," she said impishly with a glint in her eye, daring him to stop her.

Will smiled down at her, his dimples showing; Lizzy's stomach did a flip.

"What, more unflattering stories about my cousin?" Richard said mockingly. "Will, you better change your ways, or you're going to lose this girl," he warned, throwing his arm around Elizabeth's shoulders and pulling her closer to him, in a friendly hug.

"He never had me," Lizzy said under her breath.

Darcy couldn't be sure what she said, but Richard heard it and raised an eyebrow at the thought. Something is definitely going on between these two. That same moment, a rustle in the hallway heralded the arrival of a dignified looking woman of sixty years in the doorway.

The great Catherine DeBourgh, thought Lizzy. Behind her appeared a wisp of a girl with light brown hair in a non-descript hairdo. She quickly ducked out of the way, as if she was trying to disappear into the woodwork. The daughter. Mrs. DeBourgh, bedecked in pearls and an elegant suit in dove gray taffeta, surveyed the room, her piercing eyes resting upon Lizzy. Lizzy guiltily freed herself from Richard's arm and tried her best to smile under the hawk-like stare of Mrs. DeBourgh.

"Well!" the older woman paused dramatically. "Isn't anyone going to introduce these young people to me?" She had a pronounced look of disagreeableness.

Bill stepped up, nearly genuflecting before her, and said, "Mrs. DeBourgh, remember me? I am William Collins, your minister's son. It is an honor to see you once again and thank you for allowing -- "

She cut him off, barely glancing his way. "Yes, yes, I remember you." She said testily. "But who are these young girls?"

"I was about to say -- "Richard began, until Will stepped in and took over.

"Aunt Catherine," he said smoothly while turning towards Lizzy and ignoring the irritated look on Richard's face, "Please allow me to introduce Miss Elizabeth Bennet and Miss Charlotte Lucas." He motioned toward Charlotte. "They are in the area visiting Charlotte's family for Easter break."

Mrs. DeBourgh looked the girls over, while Bill remained speechless, in awe of the woman. She asked them, "You are in school then?"

Fighting an impulse to curtsey, Lizzy answered, "Yes, ma'am, we attend Longbourn College." Lizzy looked at Charlotte, her eyes asking if she wanted to add anything to this. Charlotte looked like a deer caught in headlights. She imperceptibly shook her head and Lizzy did not elaborate on her answer. Anne DeBourgh remained in the background, taking a seat on the sofa alone, saying nothing, and only nodding her head when she was introduced.

Mrs. DeBourgh appeared satisfied and motioned for everyone to come and sit down for tea. For the remainder of their visit, Lizzy managed to observe Will, while avoiding conversation with him. She saw absolutely no sign of an attachment to Anne. She found it hard to believe they were engaged. It couldn't possibly be true. She was sorry to say but the girl had no personality whatsoever.

Mrs. DeBourgh questioned Lizzy about her family and background, and once satisfied that she knew all, turned her questions to Charlotte. Bill had succeeded in informing Mrs. DeBourgh that he and Charlotte were seeing one another, and the great lady, satisfied with Charlotte's responses to her questions, decided Charlotte passed muster and condoned the match.

The tea party was a stilted and grueling affair. Mrs. DeBourgh's interrogation on Lizzy's entire family and background had been exhausting to Lizzy. Richard tried his best to counteract some of his aunt's more pointed questions, but overall Lizzy was left unsettled, especially when she noticed how intently Will stared and listened to everything she said. Much as she hated to admit it, Lizzy felt out of her league in these surrounding. More than once she cast her eyes again towards the Renoir. She also regarded many of the other paintings and tapestries on the walls; everything looked so noble and regal, like a castle or museum, she thought in awe. What kind of people live like this?

Will studied Elizabeth as she sipped her tea. He noticed the way she looked around, as if she felt uncomfortable amidst the luxuries in his aunt's home. Luxuries that he took for granted. Such opulent living could be daunting for someone not used to it and his heart went out to her; he worried that she felt out of place. He wanted to gauge her reaction by speaking with her and allay any fears she might have in that regard. Was he correct in his estimation of her feelings? He was about to get up and leave his seat to go to her, when he saw Richard whisper something in her ear.

She shrugged her shoulders in response to whatever he said to her, and looked slightly embarrassed. Richard smiled at her reassuringly, patting her hand.

Will eyed them jealously. What is going on between those two? He vowed not to let Richard foil his chances with Elizabeth. He encouraged his aunt to invite them all back to Rosings for dinner.

Once tea was over, Lizzy was grateful to return to the Lucas's where she and Charlotte went over every detail of their meeting with the DeBourghs. They both agreed Mrs. DeBourgh was a formidable lady and that it seemed unlikely that Will was actually engaged to her daughter. Lizzy couldn't help feeling relieved at the thought. At the same time, she looked forward to seeing Richard, and subconsciously Will, over the next few days.

The following afternoon, while playing pool in the billiard room, Richard brought up Elizabeth to Will.

"You know, Darce, I think I might ask Lizzy Bennet for a date. Do you think she'd go out with me if I asked her?" He waited for Will's answer, trying not to laugh and give himself away at the look of consternation in Will's eyes.

Will waited for a moment before he spoke, thinking carefully about what he wanted to say.

"No, I don't think you should ask her out," he stated firmly.

Richard feigned shock at this reply. "Why ever not?" he asked.

Will avoided Richard's eyes as he answered simply. "Because I want to. I met her first. I've had my eye on her for months." He wasn't about to let Richard in on all the details of his rocky courtship with Elizabeth.

Richard snorted. "Well, you could have fooled me. You're hardly going about it the right way."

Will thought ruefully about his past blunders with Elizabeth. Tell me something I don't already know.

"Maybe so, but it's not helping that you're hanging all over her!" he said, his jealousy again surfacing.

Richard replied innocently. "Me? I haven't been behaving any differently than any other red blooded American male would ...under the circumstances."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Will was suspicious of his cousin's motives.

"Well, I expect to be going overseas once my graduation and training are done; it would be nice to have a sweetheart waiting for me," Richard explained, half-serious.

Will aimed his next shot in the corner pocket, not at all pleased Richard was interested in Lizzy as his ‘sweetheart'. "It's hardly fair using that excuse, Richard. No one forced you to become a Marine. It's not like you were drafted."

"I know that. It's my own choosing, but that doesn't mean I can't have a shot at her, does it?" He walked over to the hi-fi and turned on some music. Will landed his shot and prepared for his next as the words of the song filled the room:

You're going to lose that girl

Will's cue stick glaringly missed the ball as the words enveloped him. Richard grinned and took his turn.

(Yes, yes you're going to lose that girl)
You're going to lose that girl
(Yes, yes you're going to lose that girl)

If you don't take her out tonight
she's going to change her mind
(she's going to change her mind)
And I will take her out tonight
And I will treat her kind
(I'm gonna treat her kind)

Sinking his ball into the side pocket, Richard continued on, seemingly unaffected by the words of the song.

You're going to lose that girl
(Yes, yes, you're going to lose that girl)
You're going to lose that girl
(Yes, yes, you're going to lose that girl)

Will rolled his eyes at the silly grin on Richard's face, knowing what his cousin was thinking. Richard shrugged at him innocently, bouncing to the mambo beat as he aimed for his next shot.

If you don't treat her right, my friend
You're going to find her gone
(You're going to find her gone)
'Cause I will treat her right and then
You'll be the lonely one
(You're not the only one)

Taking pity on his cousin, Richard spoke up. "How about this, Will? I won't make a move on Lizzy until you've given it a try first." The words of the song inspired him. "But you have to ask her out tomorrow when they're here at Rosings again. If you fail -- then I get a chance." If that doesn't light a fire under my cousin's posterior, I don't know what will. Shaking his head, Richard continued smiling as he lined up his next shot.

You're going to lose that girl
(Yes, yes, you're going to lose that girl)
You're going to lose that girl
(Yes, yes, you're going to lose that girl)
You're going to lose that girl

Will glared at him. "You seem very sure of yourself. What makes you think I'll fail?"

I'll make a point of taking her away from you
(Watch what you do)
Yeah, the way you treat her, what else can I do

Richard leaned on his cue stick. "Isn't it obvious?"

"Isn't what obvious?" he asked. He didn't like the way Richard presumed to understand Elizabeth better than he did. Richard rolled his eyes at Will's obtuseness.

You're going to lose that girl

Richard was now quite serious. "I can see it with my own eyes, Will. Don't be so sure of yourself, she's skittish with you."

You're going to lose that girl
(Yes, yes, you're going to lose that girl)
You're going to lose that girl
(Yes, yes, you're going to lose that girl)
You're going to lose that girl

Will chose to ignore Richard's words, convinced he knew better and proceeded to continue with the game. I'll show you, Richard. Tomorrow at this time, she'll be mine.

Thinking about the conversation later, Will dismissed Richard's prophecy. He took Elizabeth's familiar white ribbon out of his pocket and stared at it, remembering the moment they first met; it was imprinted in his memory forever. He was convinced when Elizabeth knew how much he really cared for her and how much she meant to him, she would realize how good they would be together. He smiled, warming to the thought. She would gladly fall into his arms; he had felt it the last time they danced together. Certain she felt something for him, Will had it all planned out. Everyone was invited back to his aunt's tomorrow, Will would somehow arrange to be alone with Elizabeth and make his feelings known to her in no uncertain terms. With a deep sigh, Will luxuriated in the thought. By this time tomorrow, Elizabeth will be my girlfriend.

The next day was glorious. The temperature was unusually warm for that time of year and the sun was bright without a cloud in the sky. Charlotte, Bill and Lizzy set out for Rosings, ready for a casual afternoon enjoying the beautiful grounds surrounding the Tudor mansion.

Will awoke early, energized at the thought of seeing Elizabeth later that day. Much to his chagrin, his aunt requested that he join her and her attorney to discuss some important business matters; it would take up the majority of the afternoon. Once he reached the age of majority, his aunt decided it was important for him to be privy to the family's many investment and business decisions. Will was well aware of his aunt's wish for him to marry Anne, and that she was grooming him for a future role in the family as her son-in-law. He had absolutely no intention of ever marrying her and he knew for certain Anne felt the same way. Unfortunately, Anne was completely under the thumb of her mother, unable to say no to anything Aunt Catherine insisted upon.

Will knew that one day soon he would have it out with his aunt; he had to inform her that he had every intention of deciding whom and when he would marry, and that it would not be her daughter. Will considered a ‘marriage of convenience' as something from the Dark Ages; he would never allow himself to be subjected to one. Now that he was coming into his own and would be taking over the reigns at Darcy Pharmaceuticals, he intended to be his own man, master of his own affairs -- in all areas.

Upstairs in his aunt's study, Will resigned himself to the fact he would have to wait to see Elizabeth. She was staying for dinner and Will comforted himself that there would be plenty of time to talk with her before they dined. He even had the perfect moment and setting in mind for his declaration. He nervously tapped his fingers in anticipation, garnering his aunt's disapproval at his preoccupied manner.

When Lizzy, Bill and Charlotte arrived, Richard greeted them and offered to show them around the estate. He explained that Will would be occupied with their aunt for most of the afternoon, and Lizzy inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Lately, the tempting Will Darcy had been invading her thoughts again and again. She dreaded seeing him. Each time they were together, she was inexplicably drawn to him. Her resistance was crumbling bit by bit with each encounter. She wasn't stupid; she knew what he was about. It was apparent he found her attractive, but she was not about to fall victim to his charms. No matter how much he tried, Lizzy could never forgive him for his supposed role in ruining Jane's happiness with Charles.

After their tour Richard offered refreshments. They drank lemonade on the patio, while Will remained inside with his aunt. When they finished, Richard suggested a game of croquet and all delightedly agreed.

"I haven't played croquet since I was a kid!" Lizzy laughed, settling on a color and adding decisively "I'll be red. It's my favorite."

"I'll be black. It's usually Will's color, but since he's not here I'll usurp his place," he noted with his eyes twinkling. He hadn't forgotten the conversation with his cousin the day before.

Charlotte and Bill chose their colors and the game began. Everyone enjoyed the competition while Richard took especial delight in assisting Lizzy on the proper method of handling her mallet and knocking the ball. Briefly glancing up to the windows of his aunt's study, he put his arms around her from behind as he guided her attempt to hit the ball. Lizzy turned around smirking at him, she was no fool. She was quite capable of holding the mallet and hitting the ball on her own, but she laughed, allowing him this small concession. He is such a flirt! She couldn't help but relish the attention. It had been a long time since she enjoyed herself with a nice young man like Richard. Charlotte and Bill were preoccupied at the other end of the field where Charlotte was showing Bill how to hit the ball properly through the wickets. While they lagged behind, Richard preferred to remain close to Lizzy. He regaled her with stories about his family and his aunt. Eventually the talk turned to Will and his family.

Will looked forlornly out the window of his aunt's study as he viewed the croquet game about to begin on the immaculately landscaped croquet lawn below. Being cooped up with his aunt and her attorney the entire afternoon was torturous for Will. Now, with Elizabeth in Richard's determined presence, it was almost impossible for him to keep his mind on anything but the two of them. That dastardly tune flitted through his head, mocking him with every word.

You're going to lose that girl

He looked at her from above, thinking how adorable and somehow still alluring she looked in a plaid sleeveless blouse tucked into a pair of cotton pants. How could something so simple look so fantastic? He unconsciously licked his lips as he admired her form. Her clothing hugged every curve, showing off her shapely legs that tapered down to her bare ankles and a pair of simple tennis shoes.

He didn't trust his cousin with her for a minute.

I'll make a point of taking her away from you
(Watch what you do)
Yeah, the way you treat her, what else can I do

As he was about to turn away from the window he gasped as he saw his cousin put his arms around Elizabeth. That troublemaker! He silently fumed in indignation as he saw them laughing and flirting. Will hastily disregarded the thought of opening the casement window and calling out to them, in spite of the insane jealousy he felt for his cousin at that moment.

If you don't take her out tonight
She's going to change her mind
(She's going to change her mind)
And I will take her out tonight
And I will treat her kind
(I'm gonna treat her kind)

You're going to lose that girl
(Yes, yes, you're going to lose that girl)
You're going to lose that girl
(Yes, yes, you're going to lose that girl)
You're going to lose that girl

Will turned away from the window disgustedly, unable to watch any longer. Later, I'll have my chance... give me time. He wiped perspiration from his forehead and tried to concentrate on the intricacies of his aunt's latest business acquisition.

Meanwhile, on the croquet lawn below, Elizabeth, who was curious about William's family, asked Richard about Will's sister.

"What's Will's sister like?"

"Georgiana's a nice girl; she's in that teenager phase right now." Richard lined up his shot before knocking his ball through the wicket with his mallet.

"Getting into trouble, no doubt?" Lizzy said, thinking of Lydia. Richard looked up at her questioningly, his eyes suddenly serious. The look on his face made her regret her words and she rushed to reassure him. "I have a fifteen year old sister, too." She laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "She's a Beatlemaniac, and has a tendency to act before thinking, which tends to lead to trouble."

Richard kept his head down as he prepared for his next shot.

Lizzy tried to reassure him, by adding, "I'm sure Georgiana is nothing like Lydia." He looked up and smiled at her, his good mood returning. Lizzy continued, thinking perhaps now would be a good time to bring up another subject that had been on her mind.

"I've only heard good things about Georgiana, especially from Will's friends. Do you know his friend... Charles Bingley?" She tried to make it sound casual as he knocked his ball into hers.

"A little," Richard said, concentrating on his next shot, "I know they go way back and were roommates. In fact, I believe Will saved him recently from a certain unsettling situation with a girl."

Lizzy could barely breathe after hearing Richards's casual reply. "Oh? Why is that?"

Unaware of Lizzy's discomfort, he replied vaguely, "I'm not sure, but apparently there was some problem with the girl -- she wasn't what Charles thought she was. I'm not really sure, but Will convinced him to try and forget her while he was away in London."

He stepped on his ball next to Lizzy's. "Sorry, old girl, but I'm sending you flying!" He knocked his mallet into his ball, sending Lizzy's ball clear across the playing field.

Elizabeth's heart swelled with indignation for Jane. I knew it! He did convince Charles to drop her! Lizzy was quiet after this, barely interested in continuing the game. Richard noticed her lack of enthusiasm and asked if she was feeling all right.

"I guess I've been out in the sun too much. I didn't realize it would be so warm." She was feeling sick after hearing this confirmation about Will's involvement between Jane and Charles. "Could we go in the shade?" she asked.

Richard put his hand on her forehead; concerned she was overheated. "Of course. Let me take you back to the house."

He called out to Charlotte and Bill to continue with the game while he saw that Lizzy was settled on a chaise-lounge in a shady spot of the terrace. Charlotte looked worried but Lizzy waved her off. "Don't worry about me, Char. I'll be fine, I'm just going to lie down here for a while."

Lizzy assured Charlotte she would be all right and convinced her to go with Bill and enjoy the rest of the day on their own. Richard added that he would be glad to give Lizzy a ride home later on. When Charlotte agreed, Richard left to get Lizzy a cold drink, promising to return right away. Lizzy took advantage of her time alone to think about what Richard had told her about Will. She was furious with him and hurt for Jane. She looked forward to letting him know exactly what she thought of him!
Richard returned momentarily with an iced tea and sat with her, hoping it would make her feel better. Lizzy assured him she was much better, but a little tired. He offered to leave her alone, so she could have time to rest in peace and quiet. She thanked him, saying that it really wasn't necessary, but he insisted. He promised to return in an hour as Lizzy lay back on the cushion and closed her eyes. Thoughts of Jane and Charles tumbled through her head as she remembered the conversation she had overheard between Will and Caroline at the Holly Hop.

As soon as Will finished with his aunt and her attorney, he rushed outside to find Elizabeth and the rest of the party. Looking around he didn't see them anywhere. He headed back to the house, worried he would miss his window of opportunity to tell her of his feelings. Lost in his thoughts as he crossed the rear terrace, he was startled when out of the corner of his eye he noticed a figure lying down on one of the chaise-lounges. Elizabeth! He couldn't believe his luck. And she's alone! She looked beautiful lying there peacefully with her eyes closed. He came closer, drinking in the sight of her and remained standing before her lost in her loveliness. Suddenly, she opened her eyes; as if aware she was being watched.

"Will!" She was startled at first, then her eyebrows furrowed. "How long have you been here?"

"Not too long" He smiled down at her. She felt uncomfortable under his scrutiny and sat up.

"Elizabeth, there's something I'd like to show you. The sunset is beautiful down at the dock, will you join me?" he motioned in that direction.

What better time to give him a piece of her mind? "Yes, thank you, I'd like that. There's something I want to tell you," she said enigmatically. Will was encouraged; hoping she returned his feelings. They set out toward the water.

Will led Lizzy to the waterfront, revealing a well kept, but weathered, dock that jutted about 50 yards into the bay. They walked to the end of the dock and stood side by side. The moist, salt air created an unruly mass of curls about Lizzy's face. The creaking of the pilings and the sound of the water lapping against them were the only sounds but for the occasional seagull. The sun was hovering over the horizon, turning the sky magnificent shades of pink and orange. Will drew in a breath as he looked at Elizabeth's profile. He knew this was his moment -- this was his chance to tell her of his love for her.

"Elizabeth," Will began, "there's something I need to tell you."

Tucking a wayward strand of hair behind her ear, Lizzy bit her lip, avoiding his eyes. Ill at ease, she watched the sun slowly sink lower over the horizon. Its reflection cast a gorgeous tangerine hue over the bay before her. Later she would look back on this moment and have no memory of the stunning sunset unfolding before them.

"I have a thing or two to tell you as well," she said shortly, staring out at the water. Will was so intent on what he was about to say, he didn't notice the coldness in her voice.

With little hesitation, he launched in. "I'm sorry, I can't wait any longer. I've got to tell you." He took her hands in his and turned her toward him. Taking a deep breath, he fought off his nervousness and continued, "Elizabeth...I love you. I have been in love with you ever since the moment we first met." A wide smile spread across his face as relief and joy washed over him. Finally I've said it! Uneasy and worried about admitting his love to her for the first time, he felt a huge burden had been lifted from his shoulders. He almost felt giddy with relief. He tried to see what she was thinking, but her eyes were downcast, her expression unreadable in the dim light.

He began to babble, nervous and unsure of what else to say. "I realize we had a shaky beginning and I've noticed you're a little nervous about our different... backgrounds."

He didn't know how to tactfully say this, "My family is...well..." He turned to look at Rosings, as if to indicate what he meant. He continued to hold her hands in his, running his thumbs lightly across their soft skin.

Lizzy numbly listened to his declaration without looking at him until he mentioned their backgrounds, and she couldn't help but feel affronted. What does he mean by our backgrounds? Her feelings of resentment toward him deepened as he continued in what she perceived as his self-assured way.

Grinning, he blindly dug himself in deeper. "I knew you'd come around eventually. We were meant to be together -- don't you see? I can't wait to show you off to the world as my girlfriend." He squeezed her hands, wishing she would look up at him. He wasn't sure what else to say. He suspected she was nervous at the prospect of being his steady. He smiled down at her, oblivious to her real thoughts. He was so caught up in his own reflections, he didn't stop to realize she had yet to say anything.
All Lizzy could think about was his pride and arrogance. What nerve! As if I should be grateful! She'd heard about all she could, sickened by his words.

Unknowing, he continued in the same vein. "I haven't been able to get you out of my head ever since we first danced together at Longbourn. I dream of you -- worship you -- you can't believe how much I've wanted you, to touch you, hold you." As he said the words, Lizzy realized he was going to kiss her. He reached to take her in his arms and hold her close, but she avoided his grasp and pushed him away.

"Stop it! I don't want to hear any more! I don't want your love!" She spat out the last word as if it were something filthy. Her eyes glinted with hatred as she backed away from him.

"Elizabeth, what's the matter?" Perplexed by her behavior, he approached her.

"How could you possibly think that I'd fall for your lines, when you're the one behind Jane's broken heart?" She began to walk up the dock, leaving him behind. He came after her, shocked at her disclosure and tried to reach for her hand. She turned to face him. "I know that you and Caroline were behind Charles and Jane's break-up. I heard you at the Holly Hop! Jane has been miserable for the past two months thanks to you!"

Did he hear her right? "What are you talking about? You can't be serious!" He was confident he could straighten this out, if she'd only listen. He tried to speak calmly and patiently. "I didn't break up Jane and Charles. Jane did that herself. I was only trying to save Charles from a broken heart."

She couldn't believe his arrogance. "Are you crazy? Jane loves him! She's still pining for him! She never would have broken up with him!"

"That's not what I heard," he maintained.

"Oh, and I suppose you know my sister better than I do?" She stamped her foot and folded her arms, glaring up at him.

"Of course not, I don't pretend to know your sister very well. But, I know Charles better than you do. I wasn't about to let your sister hurt him once he left for London."

She was seething. "Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to play God?"

"I have no wish to ‘play God.' I just did everything in my power to separate my friend from your sister, to save him from certain disaster." He ran his hand through his hair, frustrated. Towards him I have been kinder than towards myself. Quietly he added, "I thought I was doing Charles a favor."

A growing unease was taking over, as he began to realize he might have made a huge mistake in regard to listening to Caroline. At that moment the incongruity of his siding with Caroline hit him, but it was too late. Caroline!

"Elizabeth, if you'll let me explain -- "

"No." Cutting him off, she wouldn't let him get a word in, intent on giving it to him. "Not only did you manage to ruin any happiness for my sister, I had already made up my mind about you based upon your treatment of George Wickham."

"Again! We always come back to poor George Wickham!" Will responded in exasperation, face flushed, his anger rising.

"Who couldn't help but feel sorry for him after hearing what you've done to him?"

He turned away from her, looking out at the water, repeating contemptuously. "What I did to him? Is that what he told you? Yes, his misfortunes have been great indeed."

Elizabeth cried out accusingly, "It's because of you! It's your fault that the money for his schooling was cut off. He could have had the advantage of an education from Princeton. His career choices would have been boundless! Only now, to make his way in life, thanks to you, he has to work his way through school in a record store." She took a deep breath and continued, "You are responsible for this! And yet you mock him!" Lizzy tried to remember exactly what George had said. Will can be ruthless when he wants something.

Will strode to the other side of the dock. "And this -- this is what you think of me?" He was appalled. He tried to rein in his anger at Wickham for telling such lies and at Elizabeth for believing them, but his success was limited. Sarcastically, he spoke to her in his haughtiest of tones. "Thank you so much for making it crystal clear! My faults, according to you, are limitless!"

Elizabeth grew angrier every moment; balling her hands into fists, she tried to speak with composure. "Yes, they are. From the very beginning -- no, almost from the very beginning -- I was positive that you were the most arrogant, conceited, and selfish egomaniac I had ever come across. Everything you've done and shown me has only proven that. I could never really trust you, especially after the Holly Hop when I overheard you and Caroline plotting against my sister!"

The remembrance of Will's overconfident demeanor fueled her anger. Disgustedly, she asked, "Did you really think I wanted to be your girlfriend? I guess it will come as a surprise to you that you're the last boy in the world I could ever go out with." He came toward her with a mixture of incredulity and indignation on his face. As he approached, she added, "Nothing you say could make me change my mind about you."

Will reached out in one desperate last attempt to persuade her, but Lizzy surprised even herself. Warding off his effort, she raised her hand to his chest and shoved him away. Throwing him off balance, she stood transfixed and watched in horror as he stood on one leg, waving his arms as if in slow motion. He gracelessly fell backward off the dock into the water below. With amazement and shock upon his face, his eyes locked with hers before he crashed through the water's surface. A huge splash sent ripples and droplets of water everywhere before he disappeared beneath the murky water. Lizzy shrieked, gasping in fear as she scurried to the edge of the dock.

Unhurt, Will didn't have far to fall, since it was high tide, but the water was freezing, and he gasped as it enveloped him. Lizzy stood frozen looking down at him in the water. Astounded at her actions, she had to be sure he wouldn't drown. Oh God, please let him be all right! She knelt as close to the water as she could, ready to jump in if necessary. The cold hand of fear clamped down on her heart as she waited. As irrational as it seemed, she didn't want any harm to come to him. After what seemed like an eternity, Will popped up to the surface, spit out some seawater and swam to the ladder on the dock.

She watched in silence as he slowly climbed up, dripping wet, his thin shirt plastered to his body. She couldn't take her eyes off him. He's stunning. She had an inexplicable desire to run her hands across his chest. She was horrified that all she could think of as she looked at him was how fine he looked soaking wet. So fit, so chiseled, so...male. She was speechless. Some kind of primordial feeling deep inside her left her confused. She hated herself for being so physically attracted to him -- especially at such a moment! They stood in silence facing each other. Neither could take their eyes off the other. Finally, breaking the spell, Lizzy turned abruptly and ran up the dock, wasting no time in getting as far away from Rosings and Will Darcy as soon as possible.
As he watched the retreating figure of Elizabeth disappear behind a clump of bushes in the fading twilight, Will remembered the look on her face. He didn't try to go after her; he knew it was fruitless. He shivered as the cool air hit his soaking wet body, and he thought of her in despair. His last memory of her was the look in her eyes. It was one of deep loathing. She despised him.

You're going to lose that girl
(Yes, yes, you're going to lose that girl)
You're going to lose that girl
You're going to lose that girl*

*The Beatles, "You're Going to Lose That Girl" - performed by The Beatles, written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney. © 1965 Northern Songs. All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Secured.

With a heavy heart, Will slowly trudged the long way up the hill, away from the water to his aunt's house. Dripping wet, he felt and heard the squelch of his water-logged shoes mocking his every step. Head bowed, eyes on his feet, he reached the side door to the kitchen, used mostly by the staff. How could I have been so wrong? He sighed as he opened the door, barely catching a sob that threatened to emerge from his throat. Intent on retreating to his room, he passed through the kitchen, ignoring the incredulous faces of cook and the parlor maid, and took the back stairs to the second floor two at a time.

He slammed the door to his room behind him in frustration. Alone he was free to give in to the misery he was feeling. He walked to the bureau and looked at his reflection in the mirror above it. How could she say those things to me? he thought incredulously. She really hates me! He still couldn't believe it; she had positively, with absolutely no doubt whatsoever, turned him down. She didn't hesitate -- she even went so far as to push him in the water! He would have felt outraged if he hadn't felt so heartbroken. She took my words and tossed them back like they were dirt! Bitterly he turned away from the mirror and threw himself on the bed, oblivious to the dampness of his clothes on his aunt's finest linens.

As he lay there, it felt as if a profound weight was pressing down on his chest, suffocating him. In despair, he tried to take a deep breath, but choked as a wrenching sob escaped from within and his body gave way to the sadness enveloping him. He gave in to the wracking pain, wallowing in it, wishing it weren't true, that it was all a nightmare -- but it wasn't. The burning tears he shed did not last long, but they served as a release. Wiping his eyes, the pain was as great as ever, but at least he was able to think more clearly. He still felt an overpowering need for her. He couldn't bear that she left him like this. She wasn't coming back; it was hopeless. He never had her; it was unfathomable for him. Even in the darkest of times, Will had never faced such a desolate outlook before.

You don't realize how much I need you
Love you all the time and never leave you
Please come on back to me
I'm lonely as can be
I need you

With more deep breaths he tried to focus on Elizabeth and all that she had said to him. He wanted to remember what it was that made her so angry. He had to understand why this happened. What did he do that was so wrong? How did this get so crazy?

Said you had a thing or two to tell me
How was I to know you would upset me
I didn't realize
As I looked in your eyes
You told me

Her words came back to haunt him.

Oh, yes you told me
you don't want my lovin' anymore
That's when it hurt me
And feeling like this
I just can't go on anymore

What could he do? Even if all was hopeless between them, he couldn't bear the thought of her alive in the world -- out of reach -- and thinking badly of him. He knew he would have to make amends and make things right for everyone concerned. There must be some way to get her to trust him, to make her see how much he loved her. Do I really love her? The pain in his chest told him so.

Please remember how I feel about you
I could never really live without you
So come on back and see
Just what you mean to me
I need you

He closed his eyes; the cold, miserable ache returned and tears threatened again.

Look, when you told me
you don't want my lovin' anymore
That's when it hurt me
And feeling like this
I just can't go on anymore

Please remember how I feel about you
I could never really live without you
So come on back and see
Just what you mean to me
I need you
I need you
I need you

His feeling of despair slowly turned into anger as he remembered her accusations regarding Wickham.

"At least I can defend myself against Wickham's lies," he said aloud. As bad as he felt, he was determined to set things straight, if he could. He sat down at the desk in his room, took out a piece of writing paper and began to compose a letter to Elizabeth. Intent on her knowing the truth, he poured his heart and soul into it. He hoped that by the time Elizabeth finished this letter, there could be no doubt in her mind in regard to the evil and dissolute ways of George Wickham.

Rosings Park
Glen Cove, Long Island

Dear Elizabeth,

Before you begin this letter, let me assure you, you have no reason to worry, this is not a repeat of my previous offer. All I ask is that you please do me one favor -- read this letter.

I need to set right some of the misconceptions you have against me, and to defend myself and my behavior. One, George Wickham's lies against my family, and two, what you think are the reasons for my breaking up Charles and Jane. I wish I didn't need to write you this letter, but it's necessary for you to understand the whole entire story.

It didn't take long for me to recognize that Charles was smitten with your sister as soon as they first met that evening at the Ivy last October. I was happy for him, but I've seen Charles fall in and out of love -- or what he thought was love -- often. After the weekend at Netherfield, I was almost positive Jane returned his feelings and I was glad for them. I have always thought your sister a kind, warm, generous-hearted girl, and perfect in so many ways for Charles, who matches her in affection and temperament.

It wasn't until the night of the Christmas dance at Longbourn that I began to doubt the sincerity of your sister's feelings for Charles. I admit, I wasn't in the best frame of mind at the time. I began drinking after our argument, and feeling sorry for myself, I was intent on getting blitzed. I know that's no excuse -- but it's the truth.

At the same time, it came to my attention that your sister was planning on breaking up with Charles once he was in London. The source of this information implied that Jane was looking for something better than Charles. I now realize I was taken advantage of and lied to. I think you can guess who told me this.

I am thoroughly ashamed for the part I played in separating Charles from Jane and what I later said to him before he left for Europe. I told him what I had heard, hoping to save him the heartache of losing your sister while abroad. I hoped it would give him the opportunity to forget her and possibly meet someone else while there. At the time, I was still angry with you and feeling bitter and resentful. I wasn't sure what to think or believe. I'm truly sorry for my part in this and I will do all I can to set things right, if possible. I have no idea how Charles feels about Jane now, since I haven't heard from him since he left for London, but I will try my best to reunite them when he comes back.

In regard to your other point, I need to tell you everything about George Wickham's relationship to my family, as painful and personal as it is.

George is the son of a very close and good friend of my late father. My father was George's godfather and we spent a lot of time together growing up. We were friends until I went away to boarding school. George remained at home attending a local school in the area and we grew apart. When I returned after graduating from Andover, it was obvious what a degenerate George had become. During this period, George's father -- a decent and honest man, died. His mother was alive, but she was used to the finer things in life but without the money to support her accustomed lifestyle. I believe she encouraged George to take advantage of the love and kindness of those around him -- namely my father. My father never saw the darker side of George and loved and trusted him like a son. He willingly took him under his wing, offered to pay for his entire education -- provided George graduate from college. Then, if it suited him, he could look forward to a job with Darcy Pharmaceuticals, paving the way for a solid and lucrative career that would set him up for the future.

Unfortunately, my father died while George and I were still at Princeton. I was a sophomore, and George, who is a year older, was a junior. We didn't associate with one another at all. I was disgusted with his cheap women and wild ways. His behavior was contrary to everything good and decent that I was brought up to believe in. It didn't surprise me in the least when he was asked to leave Princeton because he failed all his courses. He didn't seem to mind it. He was always lazy. Then he realized he'd be losing a lot more than just a Princeton education. Although there was no formal stipulation in my father's will regarding George, it was understood that his estate would continue to pay for George's education as long as he remained in and graduated from school. Not to mention, he had a job to look forward to after that. But he flunked out, and it was unreasonable for him to expect the Darcy family to continue to support him. I was too well aware of the kind of person he was. I encouraged the executor of my father's estate not to give into George's wishes, against those of my father -- which were well known. I gave him my reasons and proof to back up my claims, he agreed and cut George off, allowing him a lump sum of $15,000 to do anything he wanted with. I hoped this was the last we would ever see of him.

Sadly, that wasn't the case. What happened next is very painful to dredge up and I hope you won't repeat this to anyone, since it is serious and private. Two years ago, the summer following George's pay off, my sister Georgiana, who was only thirteen years old, went away with the family of a close friend from her school. Since we had just lost our father the year before, it was not unusual for Georgiana to travel with this family, the Younges, and stay with them at their house in Montauk.

While Georgiana was with the Younges on Long Island, George came back into our lives with a vengeance. In what seemed like an innocent and coincidental meeting, he managed to lure Georgiana to join him on the beach. She recognized him as one of my close childhood friends, and unaware of his less than honest reputation, she trusted him and agreed to meet him. In one fell swoop he brought us to our knees by kidnapping her and holding her ransom for two excruciating days. Fortunately, George's plan was full of holes and the police were able to find Georgiana. She came home safe and unharmed and George was arrested for kidnapping. Because he was still under 21, we were not able to try him as an adult. Instead he went to a juvenile detention home for three months, until his 21st birthday when he was allowed to get off scot free. There was nothing more we could do. Fortunately, our family attorney had the courts issue a restraining order, forbidding him to come within ten yards of Georgiana or me, so he can never bother our family again.

Now you know why he did not come to the dance as your date. He must have heard I would be there. I hope after reading this, you forgive me for not giving you these details earlier. The kidnapping left my sister scarred and frightened. Only now, at age 15, is she growing more confident, although she will always be wary of other people's good intentions and ulterior motives.

I don't expect this letter to change your opinion of me entirely but I just hate to think of you falling for his lines and believing him. George Wickham is a dangerous man and is not to be trusted. I don't know what exactly he has already told you, but now at least you are aware of what he is capable.

I can only add my best wishes for you and your sister. I never meant to hurt either one of you. I will always remember you with the fondest regard, Elizabeth.

Love,

Will

It was midnight by the time Will finished writing his letter. Physically and mentally exhausted, he decided to mail it so she would receive it when she returned to Longbourn. He did not have the courage to face her after such a humiliating meeting. He fully expected never to see her again but he was glad that at least she would now know the whole story of his involvement with Jane, Charles and George Wickham. Placing the letter in an envelope, he addressed it to Miss Elizabeth Bennet, Longbourn College, Meryton, New Jersey. Sealing it, he found a five cent postage stamp, affixed it to the envelope and left it on his desk, ready to be mailed first thing in the morning.

Lying down upon the four poster bed in his aunt's guest room, he stared at the ceiling -- lost in thoughts of Elizabeth. He remembered the anger in her eyes. The feeling of loss was almost too much for him to bear. He hoped she would read his letter and it would vindicate him in some way in her eyes; maybe some day she would change her opinion of him. She didn't want his love now, but he hoped that if he ever got the opportunity to see her again, she would see that he was worthy of her regard. If there was one thing he learned from this, it was he would never take the feelings of others for granted.

Please remember how I feel about you
I could never really live without you
So come on back and see
Just what you mean to me
I need you
I need you
I need you*

On her way to lunch in the dining hall at Longbourn, Lizzy stopped at the Student Union mailboxes to check her mail. In her mailbox she found a thick envelope with her name and address in strong, bold handwriting. There was no return address but the postmark was Glen Cove, New York. Her thoughts immediately turned to Rosings and the turn of events that sent her running into Richard Fitzwilliam's arms, begging him to drive her back to Charlotte's. She couldn't bear to face Will after her deplorable behavior. She pushed him off his aunt's dock into the bay! The image of him, soaking wet, as she saw him last flashed before her eyes as she opened the envelope with shaking hands. Scanning to the end of the letter, she saw his name: Will. She sucked in her breath, returned the letter to its envelope and placed it in her pocketbook for safe keeping until she could read it in privacy.

Elizabeth hurried to her room, skipping lunch, thankful Charlotte wasn't there. She plopped herself down on the bed, reached into her pocketbook and found Will's letter. Surprised by her calmness, she opened the letter and began to read.

At first, she huffed at his tale, all her rage returning as she read Will's account of the Holly Hop. She remembered the words she overheard Will saying to Caroline about Charles and Jane. She also recalled Caroline's threat in the Ladies Lounge and realized she made good on it, You'll regret this Eliza Bennet!. She continued to read. As she finished the passages regarding George and Will's little sister Georgiana, she gasped, horrified. It had to be true! He wouldn't make something like this up! Then, she remembered the odd look on Richard's face when they were playing croquet when she mentioned Georgiana getting into trouble. No wonder he acted so strangely!

Lizzy reread the letter three times and, after the third time, felt like a fool for believing George and not thinking better of Will. What a huge mistake she made! She was mortified. She would tell no one about this, not even Jane. She was sorry, but now it was too late -- she'd probably never have the chance to tell him she was sorry. Her eyes kept going over his signature: Love, Will. Does he still love me? She tossed the letter aside, and closed her eyes. Images of Will flashed before her. She saw him soaking wet, his shirt plastered to his chest. This wasn't the first time either. He had become her favorite daydream again; in spite of everything that had happened between them, she was unmistakably attracted to him. Now, after reading his letter, her feelings were that much more excruciating, it almost hurt, physically. I want him.

How could she ever face him? She reflected over all of their intense encounters. Their first dance at Longbourn seemed more bittersweet in her memory. How could she have believed Caroline? She ruined it for them! Then, the way she lit into him at Ivy! She felt as if she could die, remembering all that she'd said to him, calling him a snob, even if he did sound like one at the time. To make matters worse, when he tried to be nice to her at Netherfield, she had been so nasty to him! Yet he kept coming back for more! Too late. She now recognized the look on his face as one of admiration; he loved her at the Holly Hop! Over and over she had done everything in her power to thwart him and now the situation was hopeless; she'd had her chance and lost it. She had finally pushed him -- literally -- over the edge; he'd never ask her out again. She'd never get another chance with someone like Will Darcy, not in a million years. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Lizzy shook her head as tears spilled from her eyes; tears of regret, tears of forgiveness, tears of yearning -- and sorrow.

"Jane?"

She looked up and he saw the look of surprise on his face. Her eyes lit up when she recognized him and then she blushed.

"Hello," she said shyly. She peered around him expectantly. He couldn't help but notice the look of sadness in her eyes as she realized he was alone. She quickly lowered her eyes, embarrassed that he may have guessed who she was looking for.

"How have you been?" he asked awkwardly. The last person Will expected to run into was Jane Bennet. He fought a similar impulse to look and see if Elizabeth was with her. When he first recognized Jane, his heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing Elizabeth again. Even as he repressed the temptation to look for her, somehow he couldn't help but blurt out, "Is Elizabeth with you?"

"No, she's back at school, I guess. I was ... umm...looking for a....book," Jane answered hesitantly, wondering how to account for her presence at Princeton's local coffee shop. Will had a suspicion of what Jane was doing here -- this was where she and Charles had spent a lot of their time together as a couple.

"Are you alone?" he asked.

"Yes," she blushed again.

"Will you join me for a cup of coffee?"

"Yes, thank you." She smiled in relief. "I'd like that."

"Good." Will could see she was pleased with the idea, as was he. He looked forward to having a chance to talk alone with Jane, something he had never done before.

They found an empty table at a booth and sat across from one another. As soon as Will signaled to the waitress for two coffees they both instinctively leaned across the table and began to talk at the same time.

"What's new?" They both asked, and then laughed at the awkwardness. He smiled, his dimples showing, and offered, "You go first."

She chuckled softly. "Nothing much, I've been busy with school..." She trailed off, not sure what else to say. There was only one thing she wanted to talk about, but she didn't think it would be appropriate to discuss Charles with Will.

"Is your family well..? er, your sisters?" Could I be more obvious? he thought, frustrated with his choice of words.

"Yes, they're all fine, thank you," she answered politely as the waitress placed their coffee on the table. Jane busied herself pouring cream into her coffee and stirring it; the thought briefly crossed her mind that Will was still enamored of Lizzy, although Lizzy had never cared for him. The poor guy. They continued with small talk about the weather and upcoming exams until finally, Jane brought up the subject that was heaviest on her mind.

"Have you heard from Charles?" she asked.

Will was surprised at her abruptness and felt a blush come over him, only too aware of the part he had played in breaking the young couple up.

"No, I haven't. He hasn't returned from London yet." He gave her an apologetic glance. "He's not much of a writer, you know." A pained expression came across her face as he said it. He realized how callous and thoughtless a remark it was for him to make.

"I'm sorry." He immediately tried to undo his faux pas. "I didn't mean --"

"No, no, it's all right, I know what you mean," she said, trying to relieve his obvious discomfort. She didn't know what he was really thinking. To her he only looked embarrassed, though she could understand why. She assumed Will felt awkward that his best friend had dumped her so unceremoniously, without even a "Dear Jane" letter from London.

Another pause in the conversation ensued until Jane could hold back her curiosity no longer. "Will, I've got to know. Do you know why Charles hasn't written me? I haven't heard from him since he left at Christmas. Has he met someone else?" Her blue eyes were sad as she looked at him imploringly. He couldn't tell her -- he couldn't tell her the truth.

"I'm sorry, Jane."

She bowed her head and he saw a teardrop fall on the table. He could see her fighting to compose herself. He felt like such a coward in the face of this woman. He didn't know how to help at this point.

"I don't know, I can't understand it!" she said passionately, "I thought he loved me!" Her eyes were beseeching, her voice broke as she continued, "I love him, Will, I've always loved him. I've never stopped loving him!" She began to cry softly, staring into her coffee. He felt terrible for her. He reached over to take her hand to comfort her, anything to make her feel better. What have I done? This was so much worse than anything he'd imagined. He had to make things right, he owed it to them.

He knew how she was feeling; he'd been agonizing over Elizabeth for the past month. Imagine feeling that way for several months!

Reassuringly, he patted her hand. "Jane, please don't cry. I'm sure things will work out when he gets back."

Her eyes brightened hopefully. "D-do you think so? Do you really think so?"

He tried to smile convincingly. "I can't predict the future, but...I know he was crazy about you when he left." She smiled briefly and took a sip of her coffee, composing herself. She dug in her purse and found a handkerchief to dry her eyes. Will noticed the initials "CB" embroidered on the corner of it. Jane saw where his eyes were resting.

"Yes, it's his," she said simply, referring to the linen cloth in her hand. "He gave it to me the last time I saw him, the night of the Holly Hop." All Will could do was nod his head sympathetically as Jane continued; she obviously needed to unburden herself to someone. "He really hurt me, Will." She choked out. "That night was the saddest and the most wonderful night of my life." She paused with a dreamy look on her face, as if remembering something, but then turned serious again. "I almost went out of my mind when I didn't hear from him." She dabbed at her eyes with the handkerchief as tears began to form in them again. "But, all along, I've always believed that he's not that kind of guy, in spite of everything. He's not the hurting kind." She had that dreamy look on her face again as she smiled, thinking about Charles.

Will nodded in understanding. He continued to hold Jane's hand as she told him more about her love for Charles. Eventually they said goodbye and went their separate ways. Will reached for the ribbon he held in his pocket that had once belonged to Elizabeth. Feeling its silkiness with his fingers always soothed him and made him feel a bit better. He smiled ruefully as he realized he and Jane had more in common than he originally thought. It had been an enlightening afternoon for Will, and he knew without a doubt what he had to do as soon as he saw Charles again.

*I Need You -- performed by the Beatles, written by George Harrison © 1965 Northern Songs. All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Secured.

"Charles!" Darcy gave his friend a strong handshake as he greeted him. It felt good to have Charles back at their campus digs. "It's been a long time, how was London?"

"It was great, the architecture school was fantastic!" Charles answered, but Will noticed his eyes didn't reflect the same level enthusiasm as his words.

"How long before you go home?" Charles asked, noticing what looked like several packed suitcases beside the door. "Are you going to Pemberley for the summer?"

"Yes, I'll be returning...um...right away, I imagine." Will hesitated. He knew what he had to do, and he did not anticipate sticking around after he gave Charles his news.

"I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat. Bond's?" Charles raised his eyebrows to Will. "I've been dying for an Awful Awful for the past five months!"

Will nodded and they set off.

Bond's, their favorite hamburger hang-out with the world's best milkshakes, was hopping with teenagers and the local college crowd. Darcy began his daunting task as soon as they found a seat in a booth. He decided to start slowly, asking about Charles's time away.

"So tell me about London since I've no idea what you thought of it. Have you never heard of writing a letter?" he asked sarcastically, but with a touch of warmth in his tone. Charles was not known for his expertise in correspondence.

Charles shook his head. "You know me, Will." He looked around the place with a preoccupied air about him, his eyes glancing to the door whenever it opened. "What's been going on around here?" he asked absentmindedly as he started tapping his fingers to the song now playing on the jukebox.

She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah

Will found Charles's tapping a bit distracting, he wanted his full attention before he launched into his confession, but his friend already seemed lost in the rhythm of the song.

You think you've lost your love
Well, I saw her yesterday
It's you she's thinking of
And she told me what to say

She says she loves you
and you know that can't be bad
Yes, she loves you
and you know you should be glad

Will's ears perked up at the words, thinking how apt they were at that moment. An absurd thought flashed through his mind. Are the Beatles trying to give me subliminal messages? He shook his head, dismissing the thought as ridiculous, still intent on bringing up the subject, hoping Charles would pay attention, although now he was bobbing his head to the beat as well as tapping.

"Umm, Charles, there's something you should know."

She said you hurt her so
She almost lost her mind
And now she says she knows
You're not the hurting kind

Charles turned to look at Will, noticing his serious expression. "What is it?" he asked, still tapping, but thankfully his head stopped moving.

"I saw Jane the other day."

Charles eyes lit up, looking delighted for a moment, but then reality returned and his eyes darkened as if a mask were pulled over his face.

"Is she seeing someone else now?" he asked bitterly.

"No, the opposite, I'd say." Darcy paused knowing it was now or never. "Charles, about what I said about Jane's intentions the day you left..." Again, he stumbled, considering what he should say next.

"What I told you wasn't right. I believed Jane was going to drop you and I tried to prevent you from being hurt. I was wrong Charles, and I'm very sorry."

Charles looked at him blankly, trying to grasp what Will was saying. He wasn't sure if he heard him correctly.

"It's true, Charles," Will said, as if reading his mind. "She loves you. She's always loved you."

Charles was dumbfounded. He couldn't say anything in response for a few moments. He needed to think this through. Jane still loves me? As much as he wanted to rejoice, he held back, not completely sure of himself -- or Will's involvement.

"Do you mean to tell me, after all this time, Jane never stopped loving me and you admit you were wrong?"

"Utterly and completely."

Still in shock over this revelation, Charles had to think about this some more. It was an answer to his prayers.

Will broke the silence. "I think you should call her."

You know it's up to you I think it's only fair
Pride can hurt you too
Apologize to her

"I can't after all this time, Will," he said. "She'll probably slap me in the face, and I deserve it! I haven't written or called her in five months. How can I go crawling back?" he asked dejectedly.

"Forget about that!" Will urged him on passionately. "Do you still love her?"

"Of course I do. I've never stopped! I never could!" Charles shouted back at him.

They both caught the words of the song at the same time, and a rueful expression came over Will's face. He gave Charles a meaningful look.

"Then go to it!"

She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
And with a love like that
You know you should be glad
And with a love like that
You know you should be glad*

Charles scowled, he knew Will was right. With a look of appreciation he said half-seriously, "And don't think you're off the hook either, Darce."

Charles determined to see Jane in person. It was very likely he'd see her at Caroline's graduation in three days. He saw Caroline's schedule and noticed Jane Bennet was one of the volunteers for the ceremony. With that matter settled, he lay into Will about how wrong he was to interfere in his love life. Charles wasn't soft but Will took the tongue lashing gracefully; thankful Charles wasn't the type to hold a grudge. Business out of the way, drinking their Awful Awfuls and devouring their burgers, the two friends caught up with each other. Will thought it best to leave out the part of falling in love with Elizabeth and making a fool of himself over her at his aunt's. Now that he had come clean with Charles, Elizabeth was one part of his life he would try to forget.

Longbourn College was especially beautiful in May. Winter was long over and spring was at its peak. Azaleas and rhododendrons were in bloom, tulips were sprouting everywhere, the dogwood and pear trees were blooming; everything was green and lush. Elizabeth looked around feeling a little sad and lost to be leaving for the summer.

There wasn't a cloud in the sky on Longbourn's Graduation Day; it looked to be perfect for the outdoor ceremony. Lizzy and Jane had volunteered to hand out programs to the parents and friends of the graduates, as well as help with the refreshments afterwards. Since their home was in Meryton, it wasn't difficult for them to be involved. There was no rush for them to leave, unlike most of the other undergraduates who were from out of state and fled campus as soon as final exams were over.

The lawn was crowded with parents, friends, faculty and new graduates. The commencement ceremony went off without a hitch, everyone happy and eager to start their new lives. Both Jane and Lizzy knew Caroline Bingley's family would be there, since she was among the graduates, but neither mentioned it, not willing to bring up the sad subject. Jane resigned herself long ago that Charles was a part of her past, although she was determined to remember him as the most wonderful and pleasing man of her acquaintance.

Lizzy could see how her sister still felt about him and the way it left her. She noticed that Jane watched Caroline, in cap and gown, receive her diploma then turn and triumphantly smile at someone in the audience. Jane's eyes immediately followed Caroline's gaze, hoping to catch a glimpse of her family -- of Charles. It saddened her to see Jane was not happy. She still obviously cherished a very tender affection for Charles. Lizzy hoped that in time Jane would be able to overcome her heartbreak, although it didn't seem likely any time soon. Lizzy knew the feeling; she still had such a pit in her stomach in regard to Will. At least Jane had a real relationship to regret. I didn't even get the chance.

After the ceremony, Jane ventured off for a quiet moment alone. Lizzy watched her standing by the rhododendron bushes nearby until she dropped some extra programs she'd been holding and bent to pick them up. A young man quickly approached her, dressed in a tan suit. He stood in front of her, as if uncertain of what to do. He looked familiar in his stance and Lizzy realized with a lurch in her stomach that it was Charles. She couldn't tear her eyes from the scene even though she knew she should give them some privacy. Thinking about how tender Jane's feelings were, she wasn't sure what to do. Should she wait or go over there and help her sister?

Jane couldn't get comfortable; she kept having the disconcerting feeling she was being watched. She ran her hand through her hair, looking about her, discreetly fixing the line of her skirt, making sure it was straight and that her slip didn't show. What is my problem? I'm so fidgety. She didn't want to admit it, but her mind was on Charles. She was fully aware the Bingleys were there for Caroline's graduation, but she wasn't sure if Charles was back from London and in attendance too.

As she adjusted her skirt, she accidentally dropped her stack of programs and kneeled down to retrieve them. While busily scooping them up from the grass, she saw a man's pair of shoes step into view; brown leather Oxfords. Whoever he was, he was standing right in front of her. As her eyes drifted upwards, she saw the lines of a tan poplin suit. She recognized the figure, but quickly looked up into his face for confirmation. Charles! Smiling hesitantly, he knelt down in front of her and took both of her hands in his as he helped her up. She allowed him to help her, speechless. Thoughts ran rampant through her head; she could barely contain herself, yet on the outside she remained calm and poised before him.

Charles's heart had been in his throat as he watched her from afar. This was his moment of truth. One look from her would tell him if he had any hope. He saw her alone, her slim figure standing in sunlight that was turning her hair a bright golden shade. She was as gorgeous as ever. He took the chance to approach her, just as she dropped the programs while adjusting her clothes. Here was his opportunity. Don't blow it boy, this is your future! She looked up to see him and in one split second he could tell that she still loved him. Will was right; the look in her striking, sky blue eyes was unmistakable. He knelt down before her, and helped her up. Unwilling to let go of her hands, he began to talk.

"I know I have a lot explaining to do, Jane," he began, but just seeing her again was so overwhelming, he couldn't go on. She was gazing at him so calmly and sweetly, her eyes so trusting.

"There are so many things I want to say to you." He searched for words, but her eyes were so...so... it was unnerving! She gave him a little pout with her lips and that was it, to hell with confessions and fancy words!

"But Jane, when you look at me that way, all I want to do is kiss ---" His words were cut off as she impulsively threw her arms around his neck and firmly planted her lips on his. It was the last thing he expected -- a searing, passionate, lip lock of a kiss! He wasn't about to stop her! Savoring this moment, not caring who saw them, their hands swept along each other's backs, reacquainting themselves as they wrapped their arms around each other, holding on for dear life. After the initial first explosive response between them, they broke apart only to look into one another's eyes quickly, before eagerly kissing each other again. Although in the back of their minds, they knew anyone could see them, they continued in this way for several moments. Nothing could tear them apart -- this had been too long coming. Sure, they had a lot of talking to do, but that could wait. At this point, neither one of them was willing to give up their physical reunion for all the tea in China!

As they gradually began to come down from the euphoria of seeing one another again, Jane's eyes filled with tears. She couldn't stop herself. The realization that she was back in Charles's arms was too much for her. All her hopes and dreams were suddenly and shockingly coming to fruition; and the suffering she had gone through the past five months had taken its toll on her. Now, at last, she couldn't hold back any longer.

Bowing her head and wiping her eyes so Charles wouldn't see the mascara stained tears, she choked out, "I love you, Charles" and looked up at him with adoration. "I've always loved you, I never stopped loving you." The words were music to his ears, although it broke his heart to see her teary eyes. This was his dream -- to hear her say these words to him now after he thought all was lost -- was beyond compare.

"I love you too, Janie, I never stopped loving you either!" He wrapped her in his arms again, squeezing his eyes shut, trying not to cry himself. "I'll never let you go again, I swear," he said into her hair, kissing her as he continued. "It was all a big, stupid mistake. I never should have left things the way I did. I never should have gone to London at all. Not when the best thing in my life was here all along." He shook his head, still in shock, wondering what he could have been thinking to have left her in the first place. Jane looked into his eyes, knowing he meant every word. She had her Charles back and she believed him. She could be happy again. Tears of joy continued to run down her cheeks, but she had stopped caring -- He loves me! He never stopped loving me!

Charles, seeing her tears, pulled out a handkerchief and gently wiped her face dry. "Janie, Janie, please don't cry," he said soothingly. "I'm back, it's all right, and we're together again."

She nodded in pure happiness; her feelings overwhelming her. "I know, I know, Charles, I'm so happy!" She wanted to feel him against her again. "Hold me." He gladly complied, taking her in his arms again, never wanting to let her go.

From a distance, Lizzy saw the scene unfold before her eyes. She turned away, not wanting to be a voyeur to the happy reunion. She was so pleased for Jane. It seemed someone had told Charles the truth. That someone must be Will Darcy. She knew it had to be. She thought of Will with such melancholy now. If only she had believed him. She looked back on their past with such regret. How could she have so misjudged a person? She turned to take a peek at Jane and Charles, saw them embracing and smiled to herself. No matter what he must think of her now, at least he did the right thing by Jane and Charles, she was grateful to him for that. He kept his word. She realized unhappily that she truly had let what could have been the best thing in her life slip through her fingers.

After a few more enjoyable moments of canoodling, Charles realized with a start, "Jane, my parents are here. I want them to meet you." He grabbed her hand, starting to lead her in the direction of where he last saw his parents with Caroline.

"Oh Charles!" Jane was distressed at the prospect. "I don't want your parents to meet me like this, after I've just been crying -- I must look a fright!" She started wiping her eyes again with Charles's handkerchief, worried about her appearance.

He shushed her good naturedly. "Jane, you look beautiful. You have nothing to worry about." She gave him a smile, rolling her eyes at him thinking, what do men know? They have no idea!

"C'mon, my parents will love you! They're not going to care about that." He couldn't understand why she was worried. She gave in and let him lead her to his family who were standing with their backs to them as they approached.

"Mom! Dad!" Charles called out to them. They turned and immediately noticed the pretty young girl standing beside him. This was nothing new; Charles was always meeting pretty young things everywhere he went. But what he said next did surprise them. "Mom, Dad, I'd like to introduce you to someone who is very special to me. Meet Jane Bennet, the girl I told you about." He looked at Jane lovingly, and they now knew this was the girl Charles had been so heartsick over last Christmas. Whatever misunderstanding these two had, seemed to have been cleared up. His parents' faces lit up with smiles. They were happy to see their son with the young lady. This time it was serious. This was something special.

No one noticed Caroline's sour expression in the excitement of meeting Jane. Caroline's parents welcomed her with open arms as Caroline stood back watching from afar. She was none too pleased with the circumstances, but now that her parents were in on it, she knew there was nothing she could do. Charles had his little pet back and they would now be blissfully happy. She felt like she was going to be sick. Those conniving Bennets. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Lizzy Bennet standing off to the side watching the scene as well. Lizzy had a wide, beaming smile on her face as she watched from afar. She was obviously thrilled. Thrilled! Pah! Being truly happy for anyone but herself was beyond Caroline's scope of understanding. Their eyes met and Lizzy's expression turned triumphant. Caroline was left with no doubt what she was thinking. She quickly turned away, intent on not seeing a gloating Elizabeth Bennet.

"Well, that's one thing I won't miss," Lizzy murmured to herself as she saw Caroline turn away. She was glad to see Caroline leaving Longbourn for good. She'd be happy not to see that sourpuss's scowl for the rest of her life!

*The Beatles, "She Loves You" - performed by The Beatles, written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney. © 1963 Northern Songs. All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Secured.