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Chapter 18

Posted on 2008-06-27

Over the course of the evening, the Bingleys determined to return to Essex in the third week of March, allowing time to appease their neighbors by paying calls and accepting dinner invitations. In conjunction with Mr. Bennet and Elizabeth, it was agreed that the traveling party, consisting of only the three originally proposed members, would remain through the month of April, a plan to which Mr. Bennet would brook no opposition, even from Mrs. Bennet. Once their plans had been settled, the evening at Netherfield came to a close, and the following carriage ride to Longbourn was highlighted by Kitty and Lydia’s exclamations that they deserved a holiday just as much as their older sister, and that their father ought find lodgings for them, as the Bingleys had not been so inclined. Throughout the whole, Mr. Bennet remained silent, and any rolling of his eyes did not reach the notice of his youngest daughters. It was not until all of the ladies had stepped down into the drive and headed towards the house that Mr. Bennet requested his eldest unmarried daughter accompany him into the library.

“You do realize, Lizzy, why I have taken the trouble to be such a staunch supporter of this scheme, do you not?”

There were a number of reasons Elizabeth thought warranted her father’s assistance in distancing herself from Hertfordshire, but unknowing of the particular situation to which her father referred, she smiled and said, “Whatever the reason, if it has led you to bear mama’s effusions on my behalf, I am thankful for it.” She paused and met her father’s eyes with a mischievous expression creeping into her features. “I trust it is not that you have succumbed to her protestations and will be conveying the entire family to the coast.”

“Good heavens!” Mr. Bennet balked, “And commit myself to nearly fifty miles on the road confined in a carriage filled with talk of sea bathing and speculation over every wealthy gentleman residing near the coast? I have half a mind to be offended that you think me so insensible as to subject myself to it.”

“Yes Papa, we shall have to pray for good weather, that you not be soaked through while escaping to share the driver’s box despite a heavy downpour.”

Father and daughter enjoyed a good chuckle over the image of Mr. Bennet scampering up to the driver’s box, determinedly turning up his collar and hugging it to his face amid sheets of pouring rain.

“But in earnest Lizzy, I do believe some time away from our small society here would be beneficial to you. I realize we have not discussed you affinity for Mr. Awdry’s bookshelves in some time, but I had hoped that by now you have expended your amusement on that score and will invest yourself in diversion of a more conventional sort. I realize we enjoy our country civilities, as they can be more lenient with regard to the bounds of propriety, but that does leave a dangerous opportunity for situations to go beyond the bounds of good sense.”

The next morning found Elizabeth once again ambling along wooded paths in the direction of Meryton. Though she endeavored to take them lightly, she could not but acknowledge the sensibility of her father’s words. She had intended nothing more than a single note to tease a young boy in the neighborhood, and the situation had gradually grown increasingly serious as she was reluctant to end the correspondence without deducing his identity, which proved to be no hardship as their exchanges had become rather enjoyable. She seemed to be scratching more men off of her list of probable candidates than existed in the vicinity, making the whole scenario most troubling. She had long since begun to rethink men and boys she thought she had ruled out. Mr. Bingley’s comments in his library had initially sent her reeling, but upon further reflection, she determined Mr. Darcy to be no more likely than any other patron of the Meryton bookshop, of which there must be several for Mr. Awdry to earn a livable income from his establishment. In fact he was even less so because of his frequent absences, which for all practical purposes eliminated him entirely, and by this estimation, he could be ruled out before taking into account his contrary disposition. An encampment of militia men did not help matters either, as with them she had a strong disadvantage when compared to local residents she had known all of her life. Perhaps her father was right; this was getting a little out of hand.

March 6, 18__

Though I will shortly abide by your request to leave the subject behind us, I must relate that my acquaintance with you leads me to believe any harsh words of which you are capable would be spoken under provocation, and spoken in defense rather than intent to harm. I cannot imagine you as one to speak with malicious purposes.

Now madam, I believe you have requested that this missive address at least one subject to be found mutually pleasing, and I shall gallantly comply. I have yet to mention to you anything about my dog. I should rather call it my sister’s dog , as it was on her behalf that the animal came into residence here, yet as Jemma seems perfectly content to follow me about the house, we rarely think of her as such. As to the breed of this dog so frequently at my heel or atop my feet, we know its maternal origins to be a golden retriever, though she much resembles a smaller version of a Newfoundland. I had originally allowed my sister to bring her new puppy into her room for the night, but after Jemma managed to turn the knob of the door to my sister’s chamber and come to scratch at mine, she has since slept on a rug beside my window. Rest assured my sister found the incident quite amusing.

P.S. I will reiterate that both name and gender of this animal were my sister’s doing, for fear that without such information you will subject me to an endless stream of witticisms reserved for gentlemen whose dogs are not male and bear such unique appellations.

Mr. Beaumont had long given up the expectation of receiving such a letter, and was surprised to find the Darcy crest amongst his post. Thankfully he was akin to Mr. Bingley in affability, and though he had not seen or heard from Mr. Darcy during the course of his marriage, he felt little reserve in allowing his old friend a second chance. An amiable correspondence ensued, filled with a happy mix of occurrences from the past three years, news of common acquaintances, and estate business. Despite their lack of direct communication, Mr. Beaumont had never ceased to hear of Mr. Darcy’s assistance to Mr. Bingley, and he enjoyed the opportunity to provide a reunion that he assumed would be amenable to all. Thus, Mr. Darcy received a letter relaying information he found both exciting and distressing.

March 16, 18__

Darcy,

I am glad to hear our renewed acquaintance is as pleasurable to yourself as it is to me. I have taken the liberty of reading your letters to my dear Evelyn. She much appreciated your anecdotes, particularly those in regard to our friend Bingley, which put her in mind that we ought extend an invitation to you. I believe I have mentioned that Mr. Bingley and his wife were kind enough to visit with us one evening during their wedding trip, and I have just received a letter from him, accepting our invitation to return for an extended visit. Forgive us the short notice, but Mr. Bingley and his wife, in company with one of Mrs. Bingley’s sisters, will arrive Monday week, and we would be honored for you to join us here at Ashingdon at your earliest convenience.

Yours etc,

Andrew Beaumont

Just as Elizabeth had begun to settle into a renewed series of agreeable exchanges with her correspondent, the time for her departure to Essex came near. Undecided as to far she wished to comply with her father’s advice, she determined not to make the severance her father seemed to prefer until after her trip. So it was that Elizabeth deposited note between Sterne’s now sentimental pages, without the intent of returning for six weeks at the least.

I must inform you that after this missive, I shall not be returning to Mr. Awdry’s establishment until May’s flowers are blooming in the fields. Even as I write, I am preparing for my imminent departure as I am pleasure bound. As of yet, my plans are to return the first week of May, but as ladies so frequently are, I am dependent upon the whims of my traveling companions.

On the morning of their departure, the Bingleys arrived at Longbourn for an early breakfast before their departure for the coast. Fortunately, Mr. Bennet and Elizabeth were the only members of the household prone to rising early, and much of the morning meal passed with only four at the table. At long last, the remaining Bennets had appeared, Elizabeth’s trunks had been loaded, and Mr. Bingley announced that they had best depart in order to reach Ashingdon in due time. After sufficient farewells had been given, Mr. Bingley handed his wife and her sister into the carriage, and they smiled and waved their last goodbyes to the group assembled on Longbourn’s steps. Once the carriage was well underway and the three passengers had settled in comfortably, Elizabeth addressed her hosts.

“I must thank the two of you again for inviting me along. I believe I will much enjoy a respite from home.”

“I can see how mama grates on your nerves, Lizzy. I am sorry I cannot be more frequently in your company to dissuade her from speaking of our cousin.”

“Now Jane,” she said, with a conspiratorial glance at Mr. Bingley, “I believe we all know that mama cannot be dissuaded once she sets her mind upon a topic of conversation, but that is neither here nor there, as I would not have you under the impression that I have only joined you for such evasive purposes. I have been all anticipation of pleasant company and ocean vistas since you first suggested the trip. Tell me, how did you like the coast, Jane?”

“It was quite lovely. The breeze coming across the ocean is quite refreshing, and I feel quite indebted to Charles for our accommodations as the view from our rooms was breathtaking.” Jane graced her husband with a loving smile and quickly turned back to Elizabeth, still growing accustomed to displays of affection towards her newly-wedded husband, and not wishing to embarrass her sister.

“With such a smile as a reward,” Mr. Bingley rejoined, “I am sorry to admit I had little to do with their selection, and owe a great deal to Andrew Beaumont. He was very sorry not to attend the wedding, but once I relayed our intent to travel to Southend, he insisted on examining lodgings for us.”

Jane added, “Mr. and Mrs. Beaumont were so kind to invite us to dine with them during our holiday. I found a delightful companion in Mrs. Beaumont, there is something very natural and welcoming in her mode of expression, and her adoration of their little Alexander is simply charming. I do believe you will like her very much Lizzy.”

The Bingleys and their guest traveled on in companionable discourse regarding the country diversions of Hadleigh and the entertainments to be found in Southend. Little did they know that at that same time, a large carriage was traveling en route to Kent, its passenger wishing to be headed in the same direction as they.

Chapter 19

In the late afternoon, the Bingley carriage approached Ashingdon. Over the last few miles, Elizabeth had enjoyed the local scenery and the fresh crisp air blowing the faintest salty aroma of the sea into the coach. As Mr. Bingley handed the ladies down from the coach, the Beaumont’s housekeeper greeted them, directing a manservant to their luggage and inviting the arrived party into the drawing room, where the Beaumonts eagerly awaited them.

“Bingley, old friend, so glad you were able to join us!” Andrew Beaumont beamed. “Mrs. Bingley, I judge by your countenance that married life remains as agreeable to you as when we last met. Miss Bennet, welcome to Ashingdon, we are delighted to make your acquaintance.”

Elizabeth was then introduced to Evelyn Beaumont, who was seated aside, cradling a very small Alexander Beaumont who was just drifting off to sleep. Mrs. Beaumont greeted her guests with enthusiasm nearly equal her husband’s, though definitely in a softer tone so as not to disturb her peaceful babe. She explained that she had hoped Alexander might be awake when they arrived, and apologized for not coming out into the drive to greet them. She then excused herself to settle the infant into the nursery, and invited her guests to enjoy some refreshments until her return, at which point she would be happy to show them to their rooms if they desired some time to rest before dinner.

“Well Bingley,” Mr. Beaumont spoke as his guests enjoyed the various dishes served at his table. “I dare say the jovial spirit of your nuptials must have been catching, for you will not guess who I heard from not long after.”

“And who might that be?” Mr. Bingley inquired complacently, though he had gathered a strong supposition as to whom Mr. Beaumont referred before he had uttered his response.

“You can imagine my surprise at receiving word from Darcy after all these years, but he has apologized, and I am satisfied to allow that he has acquitted himself admirably through our recent correspondence. After all, Darcy always said you and I were too yielding by nature, and thereby incapable of holding a grudge, though I admit I do not interpret this as quite the negative attribute he claims to consider it. He expressed a desire to acknowledge Evelyn properly, and while we could not accept his invitation to Pemberley with Alexander being so young, Darcy has accepted our invitation and should arrive here just after Easter, as he is obliged to fulfill a prior commitment to his aunt."

Mrs. Beaumont was not blind to Elizabeth’s reaction when Mr. Darcy was mentioned, nor that the young lady scarce touched the food on her plate during the remainder of the meal once his upcoming arrival had been announced. She had rarely occasioned to meet Mr. Darcy before her marriage, and spoken to him infrequently on those few occasions. Her husband’s portrayal, which due her felicitous marriage she considered rather trustworthy, rendered the gentleman in a much softer light, and she was curious to learn how Miss Bennet had perceived him.

The week preceding Easter passed very pleasantly for those in residence at Ashingdon. Though Elizabeth knew her sister incapable of giving anything but praise, she found Evelyn Beaumont much as Jane had described her to be. It was no hardship for Elizabeth to be separated from Jane whenever Mr. Bingley suggested he take his wife for a curricle ride along the coast or into Southend for tea, as she hoped the newlyweds could consider this sojourn in Hadleigh as an extension of their wedding trip, and the hours of their absence were spent affably with Mrs. Beaumont. The two got along quite well, the vivacity of one complementing the easy manners of the other, and Elizabeth was pleased to find in her hostess a common affinity for nature. Mrs. Beaumont was more an accomplished woman than her guest in the traditional sense, such that Elizabeth passed a few afternoons in the gardens, enjoying the fresh air and holding baby Alexander as his mother painted a miniature of his likeness, all the while chatting amiably with Evelyn and eliciting coos and smiles from Alexander.

The entire party rejoined for dinner in the evenings, and Elizabeth was pleased to witness the gladsome exchanges between the gentlemen. Many anecdotes were shared from their Cambridge days, regarding all subjects from eccentric professors and library tomfoolery to holiday visits and dormitory pranks. The stories most unsettling to Elizabeth’s composure, however, were those that included Mr. Darcy, and as he had been a close friend at Cambridge to both gentlemen present, his name was mentioned quite frequently. That the gentleman had been known for his fastidious study habits or excellent marks was expected, but remembrances of his goodwill interspersed with occasional tales of exploits, albeit in retaliation, were most puzzling, as Elizabeth could not reconcile the young man described in such humorous stories to her own impression of the gentleman.

Mr. Darcy’s arrival in Kent was a fairly uncomfortable experience, but no more so than he had expected it to be. As she had for years previous, Lady Catherine crowed over her nephew’s presence, taking every opportunity to praise her daughter Anne for the few accomplishments she did possess, and many that she undoubtedly would have developed had her health allowed. Colonel Fitzwilliam had accompanied Mr. Darcy, and made many attempts to turn their aunt’s conversation to more neutral topics, much to the appreciation of at least one of his cousins.

Mr. Darcy had feared meeting with Mr. Collins, as the ridiculous parson had so ingratiatingly introduced himself in Hertfordshire, and frequently boasted of the invitations he received from his patroness. Thankfully Lady Catherine saw fit to host her nephews to the exclusion of all others, and Mr. Collins was not seen aside from Sunday services, and it was not until the time for Mr. Darcy's early departure drew near that unpleasant scenes arose.

“Darcy, I absolutely insist that you remain at Rosings, in accord with your normal custom of residing for a fortnight at least. If you remain another month complete, we can arrange for Georgiana’s transportation from Pemberley. It is far too long since she was last in company with Anne.”

“I thank you for the generous invitation, but as I have already explained, I cannot accept.”

“Nonsense, Darcy. These trifling acquaintances you plan to visit are beneath you, and you need not pay them undue attention. What of your family? Have you no concern for the company of your closest relations? Your sense of honor should compel you to remember your duty to us.”

“I am sure my father would be most pleased to welcome you to Matlock, Aunt Catherine, that is if you are desirous of strengthening the familial bonds amongst your relations.” Colonel Fitzwilliam interjected cheekily, “I imagine the Earl would hope to be remembered in a discussion of your nearest relations, as few are closer related than a brother.”

“Anne’s health would not allow it.” Lady Catherine retorted before turning her attention back to her more favored nephew.

“Darcy, I demand that you oblige me.”

“Forgive me, aunt, but my commitment has already been made to the Beaumonts, and there are matters of business to be addressed as well. Surely you understand that I cannot neglect matters beneficial to the increase of my estate.”

This last comment finally struck the right cord with Lady Catherine and she relented, but not without eliciting further instruction. “I still consider you indebted to me for a proper visit. Perhaps you shall bring Georgiana to me come Michaelmas.”

Each person in the room knew this to be a summons, not to be confused with an invitation, and though he had little intention of complying, Mr. Darcy did not consider this an advantageous time to refute his aunt’s demand.

On the thirtieth of March, just one day after the Easter holiday, the Darcy carriage traveled north along the road from Kent, stopping only for the intermittent change of horses en route to Essex. As the sun began to lower in the western sky, the sound of an approaching carriage could be heard growing ever louder, before ceasing as the coach and four arrived at Ashingdon.

Elizabeth knew this moment would come, and prudent though it may have been to use this forewarning to prepare herself, all attempts at doing so seemed to be in vain. She had long regretted the words spoken the day following her sister’s wedding, and would now face the man who would certainly agree that they had been completely inappropriate, and in all likelihood strongly resent her for speaking them. She could only resolve to conduct herself with civility and hope that any aversion the newly-arrived gentleman felt towards her would have no ill effect on the general company.

Seated in the parlor with her sister and Mrs. Beaumont, Elizabeth awaited the inevitable as the gentlemen could be heard exiting the study to greet their friend. She was barely able to contain her astonishment at hearing not two, but three jovial voices emanating from the hall. She wondered for no short moment if Mr. Darcy was not the gentleman lately arrived, as the voices she overheard gave every impression that greetings were being exchanged in much the same cheery manner as they had been with Mr. Bingley upon their arrival.

The ladies rose from their seats as the gentlemen entered the parlor. Elizabeth trained her eye towards anything but the familiar tall form passing through the doorway. Mr. Beaumont then proceeded with the introductions.

“Mr. Darcy, I understand you are well acquainted with Mrs. Bingley, and her sister, Miss Bennet.”

“A pleasure, Mrs. Bingley, Miss Bennet.”

“And may I present my wife, Mrs. Evelyn Beaumont.”

“Mrs. Beaumont,” Mr. Darcy bowed, “I thank you for welcoming me into your home.”

After a few minutes of conversation and refreshments, Mr. Darcy retired to settle into his rooms and divest himself of his traveling clothes. The ladies soon followed to prepare for dinner, and much too soon for Elizabeth’s liking, the ladies reconvened in the parlor. Fortunately, the gentlemen did not emerge from Mr. Beaumont’s study until just moments before dinner was announced. Elizabeth’s comfort was short-lived however, as she recognized the party of six adults not only meant she would be seated next to or directly across from Mr. Darcy, but he would most likely escort her to dining room. Her ruminations were interrupted by the very gentleman approaching, proving the truth of her latter supposition.

“Miss Bennet, may I say how pleasant it is to meet with you again. May I escort you?”

Elizabeth was surprised not only by the lack of severity in his tone, but also the earnest expression in his eyes.

“You may, sir.”

Once in the dining room, Elizabeth found herself seated beside Mr. Darcy, and soon discovered this to be the preferable arrangement as while he may have been closer in proximity, he could not easily observe her countenance throughout the meal. Though he did not speak as often as Mr. Bingley or Mr. Beaumont, the comments he did contribute were polite and unaffected. He seemed to take eager interest in friend’s estate, and despite its smaller size, he did not speak with condescension.

The party broke up soon after dinner, as Mrs. Beaumont excused herself to tend the baby, and not long after Mr. Darcy expressed his intent to retire, having spent a full day traveling.

As Elizabeth prepared for bed in her room, she was surprised by a gentle knocking at her door, which she immediately recognized as Jane, who had used that particular rhythm each night at Longbourn when she desired a sisterly chat. The sisters grinned impishly at the stolen opportunity for another late-night conference, before Jane addressed her sister.

“You were very quiet this evening, Lizzy.”

Elizabeth let out a long sigh. “Oh Jane, I simply cannot make sense of Mr. Darcy. I thought I had sketched his character so faithfully, and until this evening I had been given little reason to doubt the veracity of my opinion.”

“Perhaps there was a reason behind his reticence in Hertfordshire, I still believe he improves on further acquaintance.”

“Though I had once questioned the validity of that statement Jane, I must bow to your superior understanding, as it appears you may be correct.

Chapter 20

Posted on 2008-07-01

The following day, Elizabeth dressed early and headed towards the breakfast room, in hopes that she might refresh herself with a quick cup of tea and a muffin before heading out for a solitary walk. She had yet to make sense of the confusion brought upon her by the previous evening’s events, and the addition of her talk with Jane combined with her continued embarrassment over her previous conduct were hardly conducive to her attempts at discernment.

Her plan was not to be, however, as upon entering the breakfast room, she observed a lone figure seated at the head of the table, almost completely hidden behind an open newspaper, his presence only distinguishable by the fingertips supporting the printed pages and a steaming cup of coffee on the table. Wishing rather than believing the gentleman to be Mr. Beaumont or Mr. Bingley, Elizabeth averted her eyes and moved quietly towards the sideboard. As her figure passed the window, temporarily obstructing the morning light and casting a shadow upon her silent companion, the newspaper was folded down, and its reader blessed his good luck at finding one of his ambitions for the day already accomplished.

“Good morning, Miss Bennet.”

Elizabeth could no longer ignore the other occupant of the room, as any guise of remaining silent for the polite purpose of allowing him to read undisturbed was rendered inapplicable by his address, and would now be considered rudeness.

“Good morning, Mr. Darcy.”

As Elizabeth turned to greet the gentleman, revealing the full plate and fresh cup of tea she had now prepared herself, he rose and pulled out the chair beside him, and gestured with his hand, inviting her to be seated. As she reached the table, he silently took her plate, placing on the table, and allowed her to seat herself as he pushed in her chair. His wordless manner of conduct she may have found officious or at the very least a reluctant sacrifice to civility, if not for the subtly gentle expression in his eyes, which upon reflection she would admit was not entirely unfamiliar.

Mr. Darcy then poured himself a fresh cup of coffee and resumed his seat, but left the newspaper aside as he addressed Elizabeth.

“I trust you are enjoying your stay at Ashingdon?”

“Yes,” Elizabeth smiled weakly, “the Beaumonts have made for excellent company, and I cannot be averse to witnessing my sister’s felicity with her new husband.”

Mr. Darcy did not immediately reply, instead fidgeting with his cup for a few moments before inquiring further. “And do you find the environs here to your liking?”

Elizabeth could not comprehend why he would make such an effort towards amiable conversation, especially in light of unpleasantness of their last discourse, but nonetheless appreciated his endeavors and replied in kind. “Indeed I do. I have not many opportunities for travel, and as much as I enjoy exploring new countryside, I find the sea air is also quite refreshing.”

Mr. Darcy held her gaze for a moment before again taking up his coffee, seemingly content to gaze out the window as he nursed the warm contents of his cup. Not nearly as comfortable with their silence as the gentleman appeared to be, Elizabeth hurriedly ate a portion of her meal, and belatedly added, “As I said, I do enjoy the sea breeze, and it looks to be a beautiful morning. If you will excuse me, I am anxious to enjoy the fresh air.”

As would any well-mannered gentleman, Mr. Darcy stood as Elizabeth rose from her seat, but surprised her with his response. “Yes, I believe I would enjoy the exercise myself, if would you not be averse to the company.”

She could not politely refuse, and within a few moments, the two exited the house and selected a path circuiting the great wood along Ashingdon’s border.

Their walk continued in a silence that was interpreted as companionable by one and awkward by the other until Elizabeth gathered her wits sufficiently to find a suitable topic for conversation.

“May I inquire after your sister, Mr. Darcy? I hope she was well when last you saw her.”

“She is currently at Pemberley. I have not had the opportunity to join her these last weeks, but in her most recent letter she expressed that she is quite well, and enjoyed receiving a letter from Mrs. Bingley.”

“I am glad to hear it. I know I can speak for my sister in that she took pleasure in making your sister’s acquaintance as much as I, and is undoubtedly pleased by their correspondence as well.”

“My sister enjoys hearing from any of her Hertfordshire friends.” Mr. Darcy looked pointedly at Elizabeth, a gaze which she could not match for more than a moment before turning her eyes to the path at her feet.

“I would imagine so, as she is such an agreeable young lady,” Elizabeth replied nervously, “though I would understand if you preferred her to correspond with certain acquaintance more than others.”

Mr. Darcy had not removed his eyes from Elizabeth since he last spoke, but his expression had turned to one of confusion, and when she glanced up in anticipation of his response, she could not ignore the questioning nature of gaze. Elizabeth stopped suddenly, her distress apparent on her features as she drew in a sharp breath to collect herself.

“I am a very selfish creature, sir, in that I cannot go on without addressing a subject that may be equally discomfiting to you as it is humbling to me. I have long repined the abominable manner in which I treated you on our last meeting. I have never been one to easily control my tongue once my temper rises, but I spoke to you most cruelly, and no excuse shall justify my behavior, such that I dare not ask your forgiveness.”

At this Mr. Darcy looked at her earnestly and replied in a solemnly, “Miss Bennet, I would hope you do not believe my own temper so resentful that I would refuse forgiveness of those who ask.”

Discomposed by the weight of his gaze, Elizabeth began walking again, glancing sideways at Mr. Darcy, her eyes beginning to sparkle with mischief as he followed suit and strode beside her. “Oh but Mr. Darcy, I recall quite clearly you yourself stating a fault of yours to be that you might be termed resentful, and once your resentment was formed, it was implacable.”

Mr. Darcy smiled as he confidently gazed out upon the horizon, “Yes, but do not forget madam, that on the same occasion you established that to be my propensity, I declared yours to be willful misunderstanding.”

Mr. Darcy looked as though he might chuckle as he said the last, and Elizabeth could not but look upon his face in bemusement.

Meeting her eye, Mr. Darcy added, “I hope you will not misunderstand when I tell you that I am capable of forgiveness, and as you seem to have given yourself a great deal of reproach over the occurrence, I would ask that you consider yourself forgiven and think on the subject no more. We both of us have altered our opinions since that day.”

Elizabeth looked down at her feet, “Yes, which is why I would understand your reasoning if you did not wish for a continued acquaintance between myself and your sister.”

“Miss Bennet, I believe I may have to repeat my claim of your tendency towards misunderstanding. When I spoke of altered opinions I referred to my realizing that though I still do not accept blame for how my reticence in company is interpreted, there are other aspects of my conduct in Hertfordshire which I cannot look upon favorably. It is human nature to say things we do not mean when we find ourselves in stressful situations, and some of my own words from that particular conversation I now wish unspoken, though I will say that in light of that exchange, I believe I have a better understanding of your ill opinion of me.”

“Mr. Darcy…” Elizabeth began shakily.

“No, Miss Bennet, I will not have you falsely deny it for the sake of politeness. I would much prefer that as I once expressed a wish that you not attempt to sketch my character at a moment in which the performance would reflect no credit on either of us, that you might take our time here in Hadleigh as an opportunity for a more faithful rendering of my disposition.”

“Agreed, sir.”

By this point, Ashingdon was within sight, and enough had been said between them for each to return to the house in silent introspection, parting shortly thereafter to seek other entertainments for the morning. Mr. Bingley was found in the study, tending his correspondence, and Mr. Darcy elected to do the same, while Elizabeth sought out her sister and hostess, joining the two ladies in more feminine pursuits.

The following day, brought clear skies and beautiful weather, such that Mrs. Beaumont suggested they might enjoy a picnic along the coast. She was well aware of her guests’ desire to view the nearby shore, particularly Elizabeth, and the day’s weather seemed fine enough even to allow little Alexander and his nursemaid to join the party. The plan was unanimously approved, and within the hour an open carriage was loaded with sufficient supplies and refreshments for a leisurely day beside the sea.

The ladies of the house, with the addition of Alexander and his maid, traveled in the carriage, while the gentlemen rode alongside. After a few miles’ drive, the marshes surrounding Hadleigh gave way to sandy beaches. Mr. Beaumont indicated towards a particular area where grassy clusters gave way to sand washed in by the sea, and the gentlemen dismounted their horses to assist in transporting their loaded goods to the water’s edge. Once the necessary items had been delivered, the ladies set about arranging blankets and picnic baskets, while the gentlemen moved inland to find a suitable location for their horses and equipage.

With over an hour before their informal luncheon, Mr. Bingley suggested they might walk along the coast. Jane and Elizabeth readily assented, while Mrs. Beaumont demurred in favor of entertaining her infant son, a notion to which her husband agreed, leaving Mr. Darcy to fall into step with the walking party.

The group of four walked along the water’s edge, Jane and Elizabeth linked arm in arm, their merry chatter sprinkled with the occasional pointing out of a sea bird or especially fine prospect. Neither paid particular attention to the one-sided conversation going on behind them until Mr. Bingley spoke loudly enough to address them.

“There certainly seems to be a fair amount of liveliness between you ladies, I hope you would not wish to exclude us from our share of the enjoyment.”

“Not at all, Charles.” his wife replied, extending her hand towards her husband.

Mr. Bingley came forward to claim his wife’s hand, bestowing it with a kiss before tucking into its proper place on his arm.

“Forgive me, Elizabeth, for claiming the company of your sister for my own. Perhaps your levity will penetrate this gentleman’s dour mood,” he laughed as he indicated towards Mr. Darcy, “My attempts at rousing him have failed miserably.”

Mr. Darcy faltered for the briefest of moments and looked sharply at his friend before falling into step with the rest of the party, gazing out over the water with feigned tranquility, seeming inattentive as Elizabeth moved to walk beside him.

“Do not concern yourself Mr. Darcy, that I will pass judgment on you for your reticence at present. I believe we are both understanding of the Bingleys’ desire for eachother’s company, and care for them enough to support the scheme.”

Mr. Darcy had turned his attention to Elizabeth as she spoke, and offered a slight smile and a nod for her complaisance before returning his gaze to the coast.

“I was simply reflecting on my last occasion to visit the shore.”

He seemed hesitant to say more, and Elizabeth feared that by her silence, he would think her awaiting further explanation.

“Do not think I will press your confidence, sir.”

“It is alright, Miss Bennet, I believe this is a subject on which my silence has reflected poorly on me in the past, though I assume information relayed to you by your father has relieved some of those misgivings, and I will explain to you its connection to my present frame of mind.”

Elizabeth remained silent, struggling to make sense of his enigmatic statement, and failing to reduce her perplexity, replied, “I am afraid I do not comprehend your meaning, sir.”

Mr. Darcy furrowed his brow and looked confusedly at the lady beside him. “Did not your father share with you the information I related him regarding Mr. Wickham?”

“I was not aware that you had spoken to him on the subject.”

“I did, a short time before Mr. Wickham left Meryton.” Mr. Darcy clipped, a stern expression setting over his features.
Elizabeth blanched at the familiarity of his countenance, which in the context of their discourse she clearly understood as frustration over her father’s silence, but had so frequently attributed to a less honorable source.

“Perhaps,” Elizabeth replied timidly, “in light of that gentleman’s absence from the neighborhood, my father did not feel the need to speak. I believe you are aware of his tendency towards leniency and indifference.”

Mr. Darcy brought to mind a very prominent example of this inclination in her father, but as he could think of nothing appropriate to say regarding his distaste for his aunt’s parson, he remained silent on the subject, and instead began to explain Mr. Wickham’s connection to his family, divulging the information he had hoped Mr. Bennet would share with his daughters.

Elizabeth’s shame was complete as she heard the gentleman she had spoken to in such abusive terms prove false the account which had greatly fueled her ill opinion of him. She began to apologize profusely, to which Mr. Darcy calmly replied that just as many before her, she had little reason to doubt Mr. Wickham’s easy manners, but requested that she might hold any further remarks, as unfortunately there was more to relate.

“You may observe that I have yet to make any connection to our current surroundings, and while I did not relate this to your father, I believe your acquaintance with my sister will lead you towards compassion as well as discretion. Last summer Georgiana went to Ramsgate – do you see the land mass there on the horizon?” he halted his pace and took a step closer as he pointed south, “That is the northern coast of Kent, and if you follow it East,” he said, moving his extended arm to the left, “it extends several more miles into the sea, and Ramsgate is situated on the southern side of its furthest point.” He lowered his arm and cleared his throat, suddenly conscious of their proximity, and began to walk again.

“As I was saying, Georgiana traveled thither with her companion, Mrs. Younge…”

Elizabeth was appalled that any man who claimed himself a gentleman could behave in such a way, and expressed as much to Mr. Darcy. She enquired as to whether Miss Darcy’s good spirits in the spring were truly indicative of ample recovery, and expressed her relief at hearing that while still subject to the occasional painful remembrance, she was indeed much improved since the affair, though Mr. Darcy added that the experience had hardly been constructive towards her self-confidence.

Though Elizabeth had not provided the levity Mr. Bingley suggested to lighten Mr. Darcy’s mood, by the time they returned to the Beaumonts, each was prepared to speak on happier subjects, and given the pleasant company, did so with relative ease. Soon all were situated comfortably on a large blanket, enjoying the contents of their picnic baskets and the gentle coastal breeze.

Chapter 21

The next morning, the party joined together to break their fast, Mrs. Bingley and her sister arriving last, as Elizabeth had become wary of entering the breakfast room early and alone.

“Beaumont, I believe it is time we got down to business.”

“I say, Darcy, does that not sound foreboding! Do enlighten me as to your meaning.”

At this, Mr. Bingley laughed, Evelyn seemed to be hiding a smile behind her napkin, and Mr. Darcy remained serious as ever.

“I believe you are well aware that in coming to Hadleigh I was more than just pleasure-bound, after all I did profess as much to Lady Catherine.” Here he allowed himself a small smirk before he continued, “I have heard much of your growing ‘hobby’, which reportedly adds quite a sizeable income to your estate, and I had hopes you might propose a visit to your stables this morning.”

“Aha!” cried Mr. Bingley, “I had wondered how long it would take you to ask after his horses. I requested the same myself when we arrived, but I will warn you, the best of them are already sold and will return with me to Hertfordshire.”

“Well then gentlemen,” said Mr. Beaumont, “If you are finished here, I suggest we adjourn to the stables.”

Neither gentleman needed further encouragement to accept the invitation, and after taking their leave of the ladies, rose from the table and followed their host, collecting hats and gloves as they exited the house.

“Here we are Darcy,” Mr. Beaumont said as the gentlemen approached the first of a series of small pastures before the stables, “My broodmares have given me two colts and a filly this past month, and we expect six more by the end of the season.”

“The bay there seems a good size for so young a foal.” commented Mr. Darcy.

“Not all of us breed Thoroughbreds, old friend. They may be all the rage amongst the ton, but the country gentlemen I do business with prefer a good draft horse for their fields. I have had much success breeding the Suffolk Punch so popular on the farms with a few Thoroughbreds even you would find impressive. The bay colt there looks to be a prime example of my efforts, and he will grow to make a fine hunter, though it will be well over a year before we break him, and I assume you would prefer a horse that is readily available.”

The gentlemen continued into the stables where Mr. Beaumont proudly displayed the fruits of his labor, indicating which horses were best suited for hunting or riding. Amongst the riding mares was the chestnut Mr. Bingley had purchased for his wife, and Mr. Darcy spent a few minutes inspecting other mares he might select for Georgiana. Mr. Bingley then proudly led them to the stallion he had chosen for himself, his gleaming black coat and height of nearly seventeen hands giving every appearance of exactly the horse Mr. Darcy would expect his friend to choose. Mr. Darcy’s attention was then drawn by a stallion of similar coloring to the colt he had inquired after, and Mr. Beaumont explained that he had been foaled by the same mare three years previous. A ride was suggested so that Mr. Darcy might put the horse through its paces, and Mr. Beaumont hailed a nearby groom, sending him off to retrieve the tack.

Over dinner, as Jane inquired as to whether any plans had yet been made for the following day, the gentlemen announced their mutual desire to ride a few of Beaumont’s horses to Hadleigh Castle. The ruins lay an estimated five miles to the south of Ashingdon, and would make for a pleasant ride as well as an interesting locale.

Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy were of course eager for additional time in the saddles of the animals they intended to purchase, and Mr. Bingley suggested it to be an excellent opportunity for Jane to ride the chestnut mare and make sure the horse’s temperament suited her. Mr. Darcy then made a suggestion of his own to Elizabeth.

“If I may, there is a dappled Connemara that struck my interest as a mount for Georgiana, and if you do not have a preferred horse in mind, I hoped you might ride it, Miss Bennet, that I might observe its gaits.”

“I am afraid, Mr. Darcy, that I may do best to leave that task to more capable hands. I am capable of riding, but I am no horsewoman, and avoid the activity as often as I can.”

“Have you seen the horse of which I speak? She is fairly small, in accordance with her breed, and Beaumont tells me that while she is quite agile and an excellent jumper, she is also very gentle.”

Seeing Elizabeth’s skepticism had not been reduced by his attempted assurances, and her expression verged on alarm at his mention of jumping, he asked Mr. Beaumont if the castle would be accessible by carriage. The gentleman in question masked a smirk at this evidence of his staid friend’s malleability at the hands of a certain lady.

“The main path is wide and smooth enough to admit a curricle, but only comes within a mile of the place before it becomes rather uneven, and would be quite risky, so it would be necessary to walk beyond that point. I have a team that could use the exercise, if Miss Elizabeth can beguile one of us gentlemen into driving her.” Mr. Beaumont replied, the last said with a wink towards Elizabeth.

“I will drive Miss Bennet.” Mr. Darcy announced, “I would not be averse to walking the remaining length. I trust Miss Bennet would consider it no troublesome distance?”

The smile Mr. Darcy flashed in her direction as he finished his speech proved his unforeseen ability to tease, and at this pleasant surprise, Elizabeth returned the gesture, and with a mischievous smile belying the self-important raise of her chin and tone of her voice, replied, “It would be no trouble at all, I am reputed to be an excellent walker, and a young lady must use such a trait to her advantage on occasion.”

The next morning, the gentlemen exited the house soon after breakfast as the two ladies planning to ride on horseback went above stairs to don their riding habits. Elizabeth gathered her pelisse and waited in the parlor, where from her position at the window, she observed the gentlemen’s return. The curricle arrived first, pulled by a smart pair of greys and driven by none other than Mr. Darcy, followed by Mr. Beaumont and Mr. Bingley, and a groom leading a pair of saddled horses. The voices of her sister and hostess were soon heard in the hall, and together they went to join the gentlemen.

Espying the ladies descending the steps, the married men approached their wives to assist them in mounting, while Mr. Darcy escorted Elizabeth to the curricle before handing her in and walking around the horses to regain his seat.

“Andrew, I see you’ve selected Mr. Darcy’s dappled beauty for me today,” Mrs. Beaumont could be heard playfully commenting to her husband as she mounted her horse. She then rode closer to the afore mentioned gentleman and added, “Do not worry sir, I realize you have made no commitment to this horse, but I believe you shall after we show you what she’s made of, and then I shall dare you to resist gifting your sister with this handsome creature.” Seeing the other riders mounted and ready to proceed, she smiled humorously and with a light kick of her heel, cantered down the drive.

Though even Elizabeth had to admit the horse’s unique coat was quite striking, she found a great deal of amusement in Mr. Darcy being addressed with so familiar a phrase. Though she tried valiantly to restrain it, the clamped lips she concealed behind her gloved hand could no longer contain her smile, and a very faint chuckle escaped. Given their close proximity, this of course gained the attention of her driver, and unfortunately, as often occurs when one meets the source of their amusement, his blank expression as he turned towards her only increased her amusement and elicited a small involuntary giggle. Fearing she may need to pinch herself to regain her composure, Elizabeth calmly silenced her short-lived display, but as the gentleman beside her had neither averted his gaze nor softened his expression, she realized he was expecting some form of explanation. The reason behind her outburst was suddenly quite difficult to explain, and the many seemingly rational approaches she conjured seemed likely to confuse rather than clarify. At last she sighed, glanced up at Mr. Darcy, whose stony gaze had remained fixed upon her, cleared her throat, and in a low, serious tone said, “She is tolerable I suppose, but not handsome enough to tempt me.”

Mr. Darcy’s eyes widened in horror, the whites of his eyes becoming further exposed with each word she spoke. Recollecting himself, he turned away, seeming very interested in the dirt and gravel covering the ground beside the curricle. After a few moments, his shoulders began to shake, and he glanced back at Elizabeth, his gloved fist hiding tightly compressed lips that threatened to break into a grin.

“I believe I understand your source of humor, Miss Bennet,” he finally said, with as much sincerity as he could muster, “That I could declare myself not tempted by such a beautiful woman, and then be challenged to resist the paltry charms of a good horse.”
Elizabeth smiled, grateful for his lightheartedness, yet completely baffled by it at the same time, and not daring to reflect on his referring to her as a beautiful woman.

“I owe you a sincere apology Miss Bennet. I knew those words to be false the moment I spoke them, and I had not the slightest comprehension of your overhearing them, else I certainly would have said this sooner.” He paused for a moment, and in a sullen tone added, “By your silence, I see you must truly hate me for it.”

“On the contrary sir, I was simply bewildered by your reaction. It relieves me greatly that you react to my impertinence with equal humor rather than taking offense.”

“Ha! The lady I degrade so carelessly is concerned that I might take offense to the manner in which I was reminded of my folly. You, madam, shall never cease to amaze me.” The uncharacteristic levity and earnest smile from Mr. Darcy made Elizabeth feel so comfortable in his presence, such that she gathered the courage to broach a subject that had been impressed her from his first arriving at Ashingdon.

“You will most likely be appalled by my frankness, but I must tell you Mr. Darcy, at this moment I hardly recognize you as the gentleman who was introduced to me in Hertfordshire. I cannot imagine what has affected this change in your character.”

“Can you not?” Mr. Darcy looked at her pointedly, flashing her a brilliant smile before turning towards the horses and flicking the reigns, the well matched team jolting the conveyance to a quick start.

As the air of gaiety brought on by their exchange began to fade, the gravity of his last statement sunk in, creating an awkward silence that last some time before Mr. Darcy felt the need to speak.

“Miss Bennet, though you claimed to speak with frankness, I seem to have disconcerted you. While the damage is done, I must tell you I was in earnest when I referred to you as a beautiful woman. I have long considered you one of the most handsome women of my acquaintance, though this must come as no surprise to you, for I am certain there are many who share my opinion of you.”

“No Mr. Darcy, that will not do.” Elizabeth teased with a nervous edge to her laugh, “I have lived these twenty years with my vanity in check, and with such phrases as these, you set out to inflate it terribly.” She then added in a gently, “Though I should thank you for your compliments, as contrary to your supposition, such pretty words I do not often hear.”

They rode on in silence for a short distance, Elizabeth noting a slight twitch of his hand as it rested on his knee, cradling the horses’ reins.

“Miss Elizabeth…I,” Mr. Darcy wavered and glanced at the path ahead, “I believe we must walk from here.

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Mr. Darcy busied himself with finding a proper place for the horses to rest while they proceeded on foot towards Hadleigh Castle. Elizabeth observed the diligent manner in which Mr. Darcy approached his task, not meeting her gaze or so much as glancing in her direction as he tended the horses. He seemed to be settling into his former reserve, and she could only imagine that her liveliness in the curricle had agitated him. The conversation had gotten out of hand, even by her standards, and undoubtedly so by the terms of proper decorum, and while he had played along in the moment, she could not be entirely surprised if the scene reflected poorly in his retrospection. Mr. Darcy soon completed his task and walked in her direction, the two silently falling into step along the path. Elizabeth found herself unequal to the task of initiating a conversation, and was relieved when at length, Mr. Darcy spoke.

“I understand your family at Longbourn is well, but I have yet to inquire after the Gardiners. I trust they are in good health?”

“Yes, to my knowledge they are in excellent health. I have not exchanged letters with my aunt since leaving Hertfordshire, but normally we are quite faithful correspondents, and the Gardiners were quite well after their return to London.”

“I am glad to hear it. Mr. Gardiner seems a sensible gentleman, and Mrs. Gardiner showed a good deal of gentility in her conversations with Miss Bingley.” Both suppressed a smile at his civil admission that by no means did the difference in station between the ladies indicate superior manners in the lady of higher standing, as they both knew the truth to be quite the opposite.

Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy continued to spoke of the Gardiners at length, and while Mr. Darcy admitted he had not spoken much to them in the spring, he seemed genuinely interested in hearing about the relations Elizabeth held so dear to her heart. Elizabeth offered a brief history of the Gardiners, from their marriage when she and Jane were quite young to the origins of her uncle’s thriving business. The largest impression was made by the knowledge that shortly after they were wed, and before her own children were born, Mrs. Gardiner frequently requested for her nieces Jane and Elizabeth come to visit her. At the time Mr. Gardiner was quite involved in his growing business, and while trips to Longbourn were infrequent and journeys to Lambton out of the question, Mr. Bennet took pity on his new sister and allowed his eldest daughters to visit. At the time, Mary was too young to be separated peacefully from her mother, and soon after, Mrs. Bennet went into confinement in expectation of Kitty’s arrival. By the time Lydia was born, Mrs. Bennet’s nervous condition began to develop, and as her whims frequently led her to desire her dear Jane at home, Mr. Bennet grew reluctant to antagonize her by disagreeing. Fortunately for Jane and Elizabeth, their reduced frequency in travelling to London was soon answered by her uncle’s business growing such that a foreman handled many day to day tasks, and frequent trips to Longbourn were inhibited only by Mrs. Gardiner’s own confinements, at which times Jane and Elizabeth often came to entertain the elder of their cousins. Not only did Mr. Darcy gain a much better understanding of the riddle that was the dynamics of the Bennet family by this discourse, but Elizabeth reflected that they had shared a pleasant conversation, and while the gentleman was not verbose, he was attentive and at times even amiable.

Such were her reflections that Elizabeth gladly introduced a favorite subject as she inquired of Mr. Darcy, “In recent years, my aunt and uncle can give us no greater reward than attending a play or an opera. Do you enjoy the theatre, Mr. Darcy?”

“That I do, Miss Bennet, though I prefer plays to musical performance.”

“And does it follow that you have a particular favorite?”

Mr. Darcy hesitated before answering, “I have always enjoyed Les Deux Amis, though most are familiar with Beaumarchais for The Marriage of Figaro.”

“An unlikely choice, though I admit I am vaguely familiar with it as there is another amongst my acquaintance with a similar preference.” Mr. Darcy swallowed uncomfortably, clasping his hands behind his back, and as no response was forthcoming, Elizabeth added, “Though I suppose I cannot expect all men to prefer gruesome epics portraying the warriors of old.”

“Yes,” Mr. Darcy said with relief, “and by the same logic I shall not expect your favorite to be Romeo and Juliet.”

“Nay, if I were to select a favorite to fulfill the romantic notions we ladies are to be so fixated upon, I would at least be sensible enough to choose a play with a more pleasant resolution.”

“Which would you name then, when asked your favorite play?”

“I would have to say that all depends, as my preference for one over another sways with each play I read. Also each play I have seen in the theatre seems to take on a new meaning beyond what I had interpreted through the written word, and I have not had the opportunity to visit the theatre often enough to see all of my favorites.”

“For your enjoyment, I hope that may change in the future.” he replied with a lighter air than he felt.

“So says my father, yet he has been forced to tolerate my vague answer and changing opinions for quite some time.”

They continued towards the castle discussing the plays Elizabeth had seen and the merits of those she might enjoy. When the castle’s tower came into view, both were content with having managed to pass the entire hour’s walk pleasantly, and thought perhaps they could grow to get on famously when thrown into eachother’s company.

“Miss Bennet, Darcy, there you are.” Mr. Beaumont greeted upon their approach. “I hope Mr. Darcy was not too frightful a companion. I know he can pose quite the intimidating figure, though he has not shown it since coming to Essex.”

“Indeed he has not.” Elizabeth replied tentatively, offering a small smile towards the gentleman in question, hoping to mask her confusion on the subject, little knowing this gesture was the very one which he had wished to see cast in his direction for some time.

“And who is my sister to be intimidated by anyone?” rejoined Mr. Bingley.

“Ha! Yes I believe she challenges even my Evelyn in indomitable spirit!” laughed Mr. Beaumont, “In that case, I hope she allowed you some mercy in her thorough teasing.”

Seeing Mr. Darcy’s discomfiture, Elizabeth commented, “We actually had quite a pleasant discussion about the theatre.”

“Ah, so you are fond of the theatre as well, Miss Bennet?” Elizabeth nodded and Mr. Beaumont continued, “If it were not for that particular entertainment, I doubt we would have ever gotten Darcy here to mix in society, though he did often arrive moments before crowd dispersed to their seats, and left immediately following the curtain’s close.”

As various opinions of plays were discussed, the small theatre in Southend was mentioned, and a suggestion that they attend was well received. Mr. Beaumont was vaguely familiar with the upcoming performance schedule, and a plan was made for the gentlemen to travel into Southend the following day to secure their attendance within the week. Conversation soon turned to their present location, and Mr. Beaumont asked if the assembled party would like to hear some of the history of the place.

Mr. Beaumont shared his knowledge of Hadleigh Castle as the group strolled leisurely about the ruins, which were situated on a large rolling hill and consisted predominately of a single round tower, partially in ruin itself. A small repast of fruits and cheeses had been packed in the saddlebags of Mr. Beaumont and Mr. Bingley’s mounts, which the party settled down to partake after sufficient exploration of the castle. The view from their location atop the small mount was excellent, and some minutes were spent admiring the surrounding vistas as the Beaumonts indicated points of interest including Canvey Island, the various fishing boats at Leigh, and the more populated Southend just visible in the distance.

At last it was decided that the party best return to Ashingdon, those on horseback traveling leisurely with those on foot until the curricle was reached. Mr. Beaumont assisted Mr. Darcy in readying the horses, remounting his own horse as Mr. Darcy handed Elizabeth into their conveyance.

After riding for some minutes in silence, watching the mounted quartet ahead, Elizabeth addressed the gentleman beside her. “I hope, Mr. Darcy, we have not extinguished your supply of conversation for the day. After all, you do have a reputation to uphold, lest you become as loquacious as your friends.”

Mr. Darcy offered a curt nod in response, his solemnity untouched as he replied, “You have forbidden talk of books in a ball room, but what of a curricle?”

Elizabeth smiled at his somber attempt at levity and stated cheekily, “Certainly in a carriage it would be appropriate, in a farm cart it would be absurd. In a gig is questionable, but I believe in a curricle, especially so fine a specimen as this, such refined conversation could be nothing but appropriate.”

Mr. Darcy huffed out one light chuckle and shook his head at her remark as he complied, “Then by your own provision, madam, books it shall be, though I warn you I can be quite set in my opinions.”

“Very well, I shall not to entice you into too heated a debate, lest you become so incensed that while you are engrossed in forming your rebuttals that you allow a spooked horse to run us into a ravine.”

“I always drive with the utmost care, Miss Bennet.”

“Come Mr. Darcy, if we are to be on amiable terms, you must realize that I have a great fondness for teasing, which in combination with my flair for impertinence can be frightful if you are determined to take me at my word.”

“I shall endeavor to remember that Miss Bennet.” Mr. Darcy answered seriously, keeping his attention on the road ahead.

Mr. Darcy then softened as he turned towards her, “Now tell me, what think you of Wordsworth? Surely your extensive reading has included his works, and if you enjoy them as much as I, you may know a line or two of his about the sea.”

Elizabeth expression brightened as she replied, “It is a beauteous evening, calm and free; The holy time is quiet as a nun, Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven is on the Sea: Listen! the mighty being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make, A sound like thunder—everlastingly.”1

Mr. Darcy nodded his appreciation and countered, “With Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh, Like stars in heaven, and joyously it showed; Some lying fast at anchor in the road, Some veering up and down, one knew not why.”2

Elizabeth smiled playfully as she selected her rejoinder, “There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.”3

“I see you are well versed in Lord Byron’s works as well.”

“That I am, though you have caught me at my game.”

And so their conversation carried on, each taking in the sights much more attentively on their return than they had on their way out, all the while discussing poetry and various literature. Elizabeth was surprised by the compatibility of their tastes, and Mr. Darcy began to realize she may not have been in earnest when declaring poetry not to be the food of love.

That night, Elizabeth reflected on the day’s events and could not but focus her ruminations on the enigmatic man she was just beginning to understand. He was still far more serious than the other two men in residence at Ashingdon, but he had actually complimented her, partaken in a conversation that even she considered absurd, yet broken down into laughter, though he seemed embarrassed to display it. He even expressed a positive opinion of the Gardiners, she was not aware he had even spoken to them beyond an introduction, though she reluctantly admitted that with all the activity surrounding the wedding, she had never spoken to her aunt and uncle of him. Mr. Darcy’s opinion of the theatre was strikingly similar to his, and she found it quite unsettling that they both favored so unknown a play. She considered the possibility that a particular interest in Beaumarchais’ famous play would lead one to seek out his other work, yet the explanation her correspondent had given for his preference replayed at the forefront of her mind.

…Upon my father’s first tour of the continent, he attended the Comédie-Française in Paris for the performance of Les Deux Amis. At the time, Pierre Beaumarchais was very little known, yet my father had greatly enjoyed that night at the theatre, and took pride in recognizing the talent that would later be so renowned. The play is rarely performed and I have yet to see it, and have little belief that I ever shall, however the nostalgia of my father’s reading the play and reminiscing created an impression that has yet to leave me.

A small voice suggested that she ought reconsider the possibility that the two gentlemen could be one and the same, and often as she had pushed this voice aside, she began to consider whether the similarities outweighed the deterring factors. She knew not what to make of Mr. Darcy’s periods of absence, yet the biggest obstacle, his pride, she now saw in a different light, thinking of it more in terms of a reserve that needed little more than patience and understanding to overcome.

1 Wordsworth’s “By the Sea”
2 Wordsworth’s “With Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh” – 1806
3 Lord Byron’s “There is a please in the pathless woods”
Hadleigh Castle photos

Mr. Bennet was seated in his study at Longbourn, attending his correspondence. One might assume that the increased time spent in his library due the absence of his only sensible daughters might have inspired diligence in this pursuit, but the stack of letters was attended belatedly, as was his usual custom. However it may have been considered fortunate that he did not delay any longer, as one letter contained information not entirely reassuring, and another particularly recent one proposed a plan he would have little time to thwart.

Mr. Bennet,

Be assured that our first days have passed amiably. Mr. Darcy has lately arrived here at Ashingdon, and bid me to pass on a message to you – he wishes to apologize for the lack of resolution to business discussed earlier in the year, but assures that he continues to act in a manner suited towards the requirements of the other party. I will leave that enigmatic statement for you to decipher, and relate to you further details of my own business prospects with Mr. Beaumont…

Yours, etc.

Charles Bingley

Mr. Bennet was not surprised to hear Mr. Bingley’s positive opinions regarding their stay, as he rarely heard the young gentleman express an opinion other than approval towards anything, and rather wondered if the horses were quite as impressive as his daughter’s husband would have him believe. He was not pleased however, to hear of Mr. Darcy’s residence in the same house as his favorite daughter. He had lost much of his esteem for Mr. Darcy when the gentleman left after his daughter’s nuptials without so much as taking leave of those at Longbourn, and certainly hoped the young man intended to redeem himself. He was suddenly very grateful for Mr. Bingley’s presence at Ashingdon, as he could not believe even Mr. Darcy capable of doing something untoward in the presence of the gentleman who was not only his closest friend, but also brother to the lady in question. He wished to know more of these “requirements” the gentleman was striving to accommodate, and how he had become knowledgeable of them. Mr. Bennet sighed, resolved to do nothing at present but watch a little more faithfully for further news from Essex. He then reluctantly turned his attention to another letter from his cousin, its contents undoubtedly as ridiculous and unfounded as each letter before it. At least Mr. Collins had gradually written with less frequency.

Cousin Bennet,

Though I have made my sentiments known on many a previous occasion, allow me to again express my fond remembrance of your hospitality and the company of your amiable daughters. I consider it a great providence to have found the companion of my future life amongst the ladies of your household, and I flatter myself to profess that she must be as anxious for our union as I, as not only there is to be great comfort found in the securing of her mother and sisters, but until such time as she returns to Hertfordshire as mistress of Longbourn, she shall join me in receiving the enviable patronage of Lady Catherine deBourgh.

I digress, as my specific reason for writing to you on this occasion shall soon be made clear as I explain the counsel the honorable Lady Catherine deBourgh has so humbly condescended to give me. She has often stated that the marital felicity of a parson should be of no concern to his patroness, and the opinion on the matter she has so kindly bestowed upon me is most insightful, such that I felt the necessity of writing you directly.

It is the opinion of my noble patroness, to which I most humbly concur, that there should be no further delay to the union between myself and dear Elizabeth. As I have mentioned in my previous letters, I have recently found a suitable curate, and as the Easter services have been completed these three weeks, Lady Catherine has impressed upon me the appropriateness of my absenting to your parish that the banns may be read and my marriage performed with utmost haste, that I return to her service with my new bride as soon as may be. ‘Your parish, Mr. Collins.’ said she, ‘has been without the benefit of a parson’s wife for too long, and as she learns to perform her duty, I shall instruct her appropriately.’ Consider yourself at leisure to share this expected pleasure with Elizabeth, and inform her that I shall arrive at Longbourn se’en-night hence that the aforementioned plan may take place.

Yours etc,

William Collins

Mr. Bennet was not at all pleased by his cousin’s presumption, having never addressed him for his daughter’s hand, and the additional assumption that a wedding would take place at his leisure – or rather the leisure dictated by his “noble patroness”. Enflamed with indignation that should have consumed him long ago, Mr. Bennet wrote at once, his pen scratching forcefully across the page, outlining a message designed to end this farce once and for all. His missive complete, he rang for Hill, and after requesting for an express rider to be hired, he reread the letter as the ink dried upon the parchment.

Mr. Collins,

Though you have frequently expressed your interest in my daughter, your petition comes much as a surprise to me, given that neither my daughter nor yourself have approached me for my consent regarding this matter. I must inform you, however, that such a plan as you have outlined would be greatly hindered by the absence of my daughter Elizabeth, as she is currently in Essex, in company with Mr. and Mrs. Bingley, on the invitation of a friend of the latter. I do not take kindly to secret engagements, nor the false implication that my daughter has committed herself to you in any way, as I know her to be devoid of any motivation for such promises, and I certainly have provided no such commitment on her behalf. I highly suggest you consider the matter closed until you have a more appropriate manner of expressing your interest in one of my daughters, at which juncture I shall remind you of the convention that the express permission of the lady’s father is required before a betrothal is formed, and I am not a man to give away his daughters lightly.

Sincerely,

Mr. Bennet

Once the rider had been sent on his way to Kent, Mr. Bennet had wasted little time before penning a letter to the daughter so closely related to the subject of his express. So it was that just a few days after their outing to Hadleigh Castle, Elizabeth was seated in the garden with Mrs. Beaumont when the post arrived, a letter from her father within its contents.

Dearest Lizzy,

You will undoubtedly be shocked by the letter I have just received, as by its contents I deemed an immediate response most prudent. Be not alarmed, we are all well; the letter was from our cousin, Mr. Collins, who has outdone himself in preposterousness, no small feat for the precedent he has established.

Though I had thought him understanding of the state of these affairs long ago, it seems his patroness is unaware that he is in fact, not engaged. He related his plan for the final arrangements of his marriage to my daughter – which I shall not trouble you with as no such plan shall be acted upon – except to say that he was instructed in this proposal by Lady Catherine herself, fancy that! I had no notion of his taking such measures, but rest assured I have written him to make it exceedingly clear that engagements do not exist without paternal consent – which we both know he has yet to request and I have no intent of providing – and he should quit his delusional beliefs regarding the particular prospects of his marital status. I am sorry not to have taken this assertive approach sooner, you may not realize your brother Bingley advised me as much long ago, and I am glad to know you are now under his protection as well.

I hope you have been enjoying your time in Hadleigh, and will continue to do so until your return. I need not remind you that I have not heard two words of sense together since your departure, as I will simply hope that you shall forgive your father’s imprudence by the time you arrive back at Longbourn.

with love,

Papa

Mr. Darcy had seated himself near a window in the library with his own correspondence, his attention caught by the movement outside of a servant bringing a letter to Elizabeth. He watched the concern written on her features fade as her eyes moved down the page, and she sighed with apparent relief as she folded the missive and approached her sister and Mr. Bingley.

As dusk fell and the evening’s entertainments began, Elizabeth sat down at the pianoforte, just as she had many evenings before. Mrs. Beaumont was quite a talented pianist, and the quality of her pianoforte provided sufficient inducement for Elizabeth to practice more frequently. On this particular occasion, the party had adjourned to the drawing room after dinner, where Jane had requested that her sister play the piece she had been practicing earlier in the day. After her performance, those assembled clapped and complimented appropriately, and requested she play again. Before she could choose another piece, however, a large shadow was cast across the various sheets of music as Mr. Darcy reached to examine the selection.

“Mrs. Beaumont, you have quite a fine collection of sheet music here.” Mr. Darcy commented, before inclining his head towards Elizabeth and adding in a much softer tone, “May I?”

“Of course, though I should warn you that as Mrs. Beaumont’s talents exceed mine, so do some of these arrangements, and if you select one of the more difficult concertos, I may play it extremely ill.”

“I believe you demure, Miss Bennet, for I have frequently overheard your playing as of late, and have rarely heard anything that gave me more pleasure.”

“For shame, sir!” she dissembled, “I hope you are certain it was myself at this bench and not Mrs. Beaumont, else you may find yourself in need of redirecting your acclamations.” The look she received in response caused her to add timidly, “I admit I have had the benefit of additional practice since Jane’s marriage, and even more so since coming to Hadleigh. I hope I can honestly say my diligence has provided at least some small reward, else I shall be quite discouraged from continuing in such an industrious manner, for I have never played for more than my own amusement.”

“We neither of us perform to strangers, Miss Bennet, but I believe with ample encouragement, we have each applied ourselves to practice, and I only hope the effort in my case has been as productive as it has in yours.”

He then paused in his thumbing through the sheet music, turned back a few selections, and looked inquisitively towards Elizabeth. She was pleasantly surprised to see a familiar piece that she had played on occasion since coming to Ashingdon. She did not know it well, as it was not amongst the collection at Longbourn, but the movement of the score, with a recurring series of runs in the key of E minor was very conducive to her talents. Mr. Darcy’s gaze questioning gaze was still upon her as she looked up and nodded as she whispered, “Yes, thank you.”

Mr. Darcy then seated himself beside her on the piano bench, brushing his arm against her shoulder as he reached to position the sheets before her. Elizabeth subconsciously shifted in her seat, but if anything, Mr. Darcy only took this as an opportunity to move slightly closer. Fearing the whole room had noticed his movement, she was tempted to use her elbow to give him a gentle nudge in the ribs, but imagined the sniggering such action would elicit from Mr. Bingley, and perhaps the others as well. Instead she took a deep breath as she settled her fingers upon the keys of the opening chord, and began to play. She was soon very grateful for having a least vague familiarity with the piece, as the first turn of the pages included a long but gentle brush of their shoulders, and though he seemed very conscious not to impose upon the range of motion she needed to play, he did seem to take rather longer than necessary to settle the page and return to an upright position.

After a few of these occurrences, she glanced at his face as he reached over in preparation to turn the page. He was doing an excellent job of leaning in with feigned focus on the lines of music, but all pretense was dissolved as his eyes darted to meet hers and an impish curl was set upon his lips. Well played, Mr. Darcy. Anyone aware of his fastidious nature might believe him desirous of turning at precisely the best moment, and his timing did vary with the movement of the score at each juncture. She intensified her efforts to focus on the task at hand, as to her flustered surprise, she realized that his closeness did not bother her as it ought, but that it was actually quite pleasant.

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The night of the theatre soon arrived, and after enjoying the early afternoon out of doors, the ladies retired to their rooms to assist each other in dressing. Mr. Beaumont joked about the exorbitant amount of time ladies took to prepare for such events, to which Mr. Bingley replied that his sisters had long since given him an understanding of the “necessity” of such things, and he found the ladies currently assembled at Ashingdon far more reasonable in their requirements. Mr. Darcy reflected that while he had been enjoying her company, if Elizabeth’s appearance at the wedding and the few balls he had attended in Hertfordshire were any indication, the inducement was well worth the wait. He was drawn out of his reverie as Mr. Beaumont clapped his friends on the back and suggested a few forms of mischief the men might use to occupy themselves while the ladies were otherwise engaged.

As the sun began to lower itself over the western horizon, the gentlemen could be seen galloping up to the house, charging their mounts to the care of a groom as they went above stairs to conduct their own preparations for the evening. The gentlemen still preceded the ladies in descending to the foyer, and went about collecting hats and donning gloves. The gentlemen were soon alerted to the ladies' proximity by the light and pleasing voices trickling down the stairs, and Mr. Darcy paused the straightening of his gloves, looking up to see Mrs. Beaumont and Mrs. Bingley descending the staircase, followed by an enchantingly adorned Miss Elizabeth. How long he stood transfixed he knew not, as he vaguely registered the sight of Mr. Beaumont and Mr. Bingley approaching their wives in his peripheral vision. As the lady of his rapt attention reached the foot of the staircase, Mr. Darcy stepped forward confidently, bowing formally over her hand as she curtsied in response.

“Your carriage awaits, Miss Bennet.” Mr. Darcy stated as he offered his arm, his voice and posture exuding rigid formality, though Elizabeth found she could not object to his strong and silent presence in comparison to Mr. Bingley and Mr. Beaumont’s lenient affability.

The Beaumont party arrived promptly at the theatre, the crowd notably smaller than one might expect in London, though no less comprised of well-dressed ladies and gentlemen, most of whom having travelled hither for the fashionable purpose of summering by the sea, and being equally desirous of displaying themselves to advantage amongst the superior society found at the theatre as any other members of the ton.

As they moved through the throng of attendees in the lobby, the Beaumonts were occasionally greeted by a neighbor or acquaintance, though the majority of attention towards their party was directed towards Mr. Darcy. The gentlemen’s curt responses gave the impression that he was not particularly well acquainted with any of those who wished to make their addresses, though this proved little hindrance to their fawning attentions and insipid remarks regarding the opera they were about to see. Elizabeth was struck by the importance of his position in society, and with each minor acquaintance and wielding matron whose approaches bordered on the impertinent, her empathy towards his cold manners increased. However his civility towards herself was not reduced, nor did he seem ashamed to escort her, as with each affront by an unexpected party, he introduced her properly before she was uniformly ignored in response, though she did detect a sneer or two in her direction that would put Miss Bingley’s darkest looks to shame amidst the whispers and subtle gestures that followed in her escort’s wake.

As their party moved towards their box, Elizabeth noticed the slight relaxation of his arm, leaving no doubt that her newly formed suppositions regarding Mr. Darcy’s conduct were quite close to the mark. Though one of the best situated in the theatre, the box seemed larger than necessary for their party, as the group of six were seated comfortably in a single row along the railing. Once they were settled comfortably in their seats, Mr. Darcy reached into the inner pocket of his coat, withdrawing a libretto bearing the same title as the evening’s opera.

“Might I offer this for the translations, Miss Bennet?”

Elizabeth initial reaction was to be affronted by the presumption that she would require the English translation of the original Italian, yet she immediately chastised herself for so severe a reaction to his kind intentions and replied, “I thank you for the offer sir, though I am well acquainted with the text in its original form.”

“I am glad to hear it. My sister has been properly instructed in the modern languages, Italian included, yet often prefers to have the translation available, such that I have become accustomed to bringing such a volume whenever I am in attendance.”

“Your sister appreciates your thoughtfulness, I am sure.” she responded politely.

“Yes,” he answered, looking down awkwardly at the libretto in his hands, “though I suppose being acquainted with your fondness for literature, I should have known you would be familiar with the original text and not require such a thing.”

“Perhaps, but it does not follow that its availability must be unwelcome.” Elizabeth extended her hand, into which he placed the libretto, content to observe her casual perusal of the slender volume until the lights dimmed and the curtain rose.

Elizabeth greatly enjoyed the performance, occasionally glancing at her companions, noting her sister and Mr. Bingley to be serene as was their wont, and her own enthusiasm reflected in the face of Evelyn Beaumont. On the few occasions that she chanced a look in Mr. Darcy’s direction, she found him equally attentive to the stage, with the faintest upturn at the corners of his mouth. She paused momentarily, observing that his subtle smile was actually quite becoming, until to her mortification his eyes darted to meet her own. She immediately returned her own gaze to the evening’s entertainment, nearly positive that over the din of the crowd she could distinguish a few light chuckles emanating from the gentleman beside her as she flushed and raised her fan, rapidly flicking her wrist to cool her burning cheeks.

The first intermission soon arrived, and the remaining occupants of the box suggested they return to the hall for refreshments. Mrs. Beaumont noted that during the first act she had observed a few ladies of her acquaintance whom she had not had the pleasure of meeting since the birth of her son, and seeing them across the hall, politely excused herself and her husband to greet them. Jane took this opportunity to approach her sister, and as she inquired after her health, Elizabeth realized that her earlier discomposure had not gone unnoticed, and she suspected another late night chat would soon be in order.

She was relieved from further inquiry by the arrival of Mr. Darcy.

“I thought you might like some refreshment, Miss Bennet.” He came to her side as he handed her the beverage, adding in a low tone, “You seemed a little flushed towards the end of the first act.”

His address reflected nothing but seriousness, and considering the good humor expressed in his eyes, she wondered how he could speak so collectedly. Her own address contained a hint of playfulness as she replied, “You did not seem so solemn yourself Mr. Darcy, and I daresay there were at least a few moments where your enjoyment was perceptibly displayed.”

Giving every appearance that he had not been ruffled by her reference to his amusement, he stated nonchalantly, “I will not deny that I take pleasure in a night at the opera, among other things.”

As the crowd began to gravitate towards their seats, Mr. Darcy offered his arm to escort Elizabeth back to their box, Mr. Bingley offering the same courtesy to his wife.

The remainder of the performance passed in much the same fashion as the previous act, Elizabeth enjoying every moment, though not daring again to turn her head towards Mr. Darcy except to respond to his occasional comment or inquiry. The carriage was called promptly at the close of the last act, and while this limited Mrs. Beaumont’s opportunities to mingle, she had already extended several invitations to tea, and their timely departure saved Mr. Darcy from being addressed by additional persons reminding him of their having been introduced in London. The carriage ride to Ashingdon was filled with lively discussion of the evening’s entertainment, and following a brief period of refreshment in the parlor, the ladies retired for the evening, while Mr. Beaumont invited the gentlemen to his study.

“Well Darcy, I hope you no longer feel the need to deny your interest in my wife’s sister.” smirked Mr. Bingley, “though you proceed with a caution I had not known possible for a man of your disposition.”

Slightly confused, Mr. Beaumont added supportively, “Miss Bennet suits you well Darcy, I am surprised by your hesitation. Surely her father could not object to your courting his daughter.”

Mr. Bingley chuckled, “Mr. Bennet is not the type to be impressed by social or financial standing, nor does he seem likely to accept or refuse a man’s suit on any basis but the opinion of the daughter concerned. While Darcy here has sufficient redeeming qualities aside from his ten thousand a year,” Mr. Bingley paused momentarily as he struggled with his composure, “he definitely made a mess of showing himself to advantage in Hertfordshire.”

Mr. Darcy’s dour mien expressed quite clearly that he was not pleased, at which Mr. Bingley sobered and added earnestly, “Forgive me, Darcy. It is simply that this is a side of you I have never seen, and now that you seem to have come to terms with your esteem for Miss Elizabeth, it is quite interesting to see you play the part of the attentive suitor. Though I do not suggest you reduce your efforts by any means, as your previous behavior has given her quite an impression to overcome.”

”Now Bingley,” interjected Mr. Beaumont, “Miss Bennet seems a sensible young lady, surely it is no great obstacle for her to understand his true character.”

At this point Darcy was seriously displeased about being discussed as though he were not in the room, and in a manner not unlike two school masters discussing a difficult pupil nonetheless.

However the two genial men remained oblivious to their friend’s indignation, and the conference continued as Mr. Bingley rejoined, “I would agree with you if he had not claimed in public that she was not handsome enough to tempt him, and I would not be surprised if the comment got back to her, after all it is a small community, and particularly prone to gossip.”

At this, both gentlemen looked quite amused, but before they could express their merriment, Mr. Darcy interjected, “For your information, Bingley, the gossiping hens of Meryton were not required in this instance as she heard my ill-chosen words first hand.”

Mr. Bingley’s jaw dropped, his sympathy impressing upon him that he had gone too far. After allowing his friend to wallow in a little well-deserved guilt, Mr. Darcy grinned most uncharacteristically and added, “Though I know quite well that she already finds the incident as humorous as you seem to, and I have corrected her understanding of my opinion on the subject of her looks.”

“Well, well,” Mr. Beaumont said thoughtfully, “there may be hope for you yet.”

Above stairs, Elizabeth sat perched upon her bed, still dressed in the elegant gown she had worn to the theatre, having yet to even remove her full length gloves, her arms perched stiffly at her sides. She had been thinking over the details of the evening, as she had begun to do so frequently after being in Mr. Darcy’s company, and was struck by the imminent conclusion hinted at by the circumstances that continued to add up – his reference to his sister, his tastes and opinions on a variety of subjects, his recently revealed wit and budding ability to tease, not to mention the disconcerting manner in which if she were not so convinced that she knew better, she might think he admired her. She knew not whether to chastise herself for daring to hope, or for being blind to what seemed to be the obvious truth. If he were truly the man behind all of those notes, she knew not how to confront him regarding her epiphany or whether such action ought to be attempted. Good heavens! The argument on that awful day… that would mean I affronted him as he was attempting to – the thought was too humiliating to continue. She now fluctuated between wishing her correspondent to be him, and dreading the mortification if he truly were, for how on earth would they get on if all of this came to light?

The next day at breakfast, conversation flowed easily between most assembled at the table, with the exception of two persons fighting the awkward sensations lingering from the night before which they fervently wished to conceal. As soon as would be considered polite, Elizabeth excused herself, expressing her desire for a walk, and while Mr. Darcy frequently accompanied her on these morning rambles, he professed a need to attend his correspondence with Pemberley’s steward and retreated to the library.

Over luncheon, the tension was eased as Mr. Beaumont, Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy reminisced about their Cambridge days, particularly their mutual interest in cricket.

“Say what you will, gentlemen, of your passing interest in the sport, but do not forget I was first bowler on the Cambridge team.” said Mr. Beaumont proudly, “As a matter of fact, I still have the equipment.” he added with a challenging look towards his former schoolmates.

“Don’t be a braggart, Beaumont,” retorted Mr. Darcy, “I could have beaten you left handed if I were not so caught up in my studies, which I will remind you were the primary reason for our attending Cambridge in the first place.”

Such declarations could be followed by nothing less than an opportunity for the gentlemen to prove their assertions, and a few manservants were called to set up the wickets on the upper lawn. The ladies sought out a shady tree at a safe distance from the playing field, where a blanket was spread for their comfort, as well as little Alexander and his nursemaid. The gentlemen shed their restrictive jackets and sporting their more comfortable lawn shirts and waistcoats, went onto the field. Mr. Beaumont pitched as Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy alternated between batman and fielder. Cheers and applause sprang from the ladies with each particularly fine hit or diving catch. Even Jane chuckled lightly behind her hand when Mr. Bingley inadvertently upset the wicket with his backswing in a failed attempt at hitting a fast pitch, and Mr. Darcy could not but laugh at his own folly when he tipped a pitch just enough to pop it high into air, only to have it land within a yard of his feet.

As the gentlemen came over to the ladies to break for cold refreshment, Mr. Beaumont inquired if any of them were desirous of joining the game. This was said with a mischievous grin towards his wife who replied, “Andrew, you need not carry on with such pretenses before our guests, as you know very well I would like to join you, and I am not ashamed to relate that quite frequently during the course of our marriage have we spent our afternoons in just such an amusement.”

Mrs. Beaumont then turned an inquisitive smile towards the other ladies, to which Elizabeth merrily assented, while Jane politely demurred, expressing a preference to keep little Alexander entertained. Mr. Bingley smiled at his wife and offered an extra cricket ball to entertain the baby. Meanwhile Mr. Beaumont extended his hand to assist his wife in rising, and seeing Mr. Bingley still seated in adoring conversation with Jane, Mr. Darcy offered his hand to Miss Bennet for the same purpose.

As the gentlemen and their two recruited players walked back to the cricket pitch, Mr. Darcy asked Elizabeth if she would care for a brief explanation of the game.

Elizabeth shook her head, and with a conspiratorial glance at Mr. Bingley, explained, “Jane may prefer that I not admit the truth of it, but our father was once an avid fan of the game, and as he had no sons, but five daughters, he would occasionally hold cricket matches for us in our younger years. Being a girl who had yet learned to restrain my curiosity, which I may as well admit is a vice that remains with me to this day, I could not be satisfied with only having our father pitch to me and begged him to instruct me. Perhaps even Jane, but most particularly my mother, would be scandalized to learn that I occasionally joined in matches with the neighborhood boys, though I am proud to say my superior skills earned me the position of bowler on more than one occasion.”

As teams were selected, Elizabeth and Mrs. Beaumont announced that they had no fear of being outplayed by the gentlemen, and would partner as batsmen while Mr. Beaumont continued as bowler. Though the ladies had no qualms against batting, they were at least civilized enough to declare themselves unsuited to fielding, and rather enjoyed racing between the wickets as the gentlemen ran and dove for their hits.

“Now Elizabeth,” said Mrs. Beaumont, “do not think we can end our little tournament here without asking you to display your boasted pitching abilities for us.”

“Here, here!” chimed Mr. Beaumont, “Evelyn, I will be your second while we allow Miss Bennet a few rounds, and once she has warmed up, I for one would like to see her challenge the self-reputed Mr. Darcy.”

Mr. Bingley laughed and trotted off to the outfield while Mr. Darcy smirked and remained near the infield. After a few mediocre pitches, Elizabeth was fairly consistent, casting a variety of difficult pitches and even upsetting the wicket on a few occasions. Mrs. Beaumont laughingly declared defeat, and passed the bat to Mr. Darcy. Mr. Darcy made an embellished show of a few practice swings before stepping into position, and nodding to indicate himself ready for the pitch. His first hit went sailing into air, landing cleanly beyond the established boundary, scoring six points. Displaying more irritation than she felt over the smug look of satisfaction on his face, she pitched thrice more before attaining success. Mr. Darcy had apparently judged his hit would go over Mr. Bingley’s head, yet as he turned to double back to the wicket at the batting end of the cricket pitch, Mr. Beaumont ran up behind and catching the ball on a single bounce, threw it expertly back to Elizabeth, who tossed the ball at the wicket, upsetting the bails before Mr. Darcy could score. “Out!” called Mr. Beaumont as Mr. Darcy exaggeratedly slumped his shoulders in defeat. “I believe you have been run out, Mr. Darcy.” Elizabeth teased impishly.

Alexander chose this moment to vocally express himself in need of his mother, and after a few minutes’ attempt to settle the baby, Mrs. Beaumont related her intent to set him down for a nap. The Bingleys joined her in returning to the house while Mr. Beaumont set about having the cricket supplies put away.

“It is too bad, Mr. Darcy, that I did not get the opportunity to put your pitching skills to the test.”

“That can easily be changed Miss Bennet, with need for little more than bat and ball.” replied Mr. Darcy, holding up the two indicated items in his hands.

Elizabeth accepted the bat, marching confidently to the pitching field as Mr. Darcy moved to prepare for his delivery. Mr. Beaumont glanced over his shoulder at the antics between the pair, chuckling softly as he continued on, opting to go to the stables and check in with his head groom before dispatching a man to collect the sporting equipment.

A pleasant half hour was spent with Mr. Darcy bowling several pitches to Elizabeth before retreating to field the balls and pitch again. He even went so far as to advise Elizabeth on her posture as she swung, the slightly awkward experience having a positive impact on her performance, greatly increasing the distance Mr. Darcy jogged across the lawn to retrieve her subsequent hits.

When it was agreed they ought to return to the house for tea, Mr. Darcy gathered their equipment neatly and offered his arm to escort Elizabeth back to the house. He hoped she would not object to the fact that he had neglected to replace his coat, and smiled to himself as she took his arm without calling attention to his continued state of informal dress.

Choosing a circuitous route through the garden, the two had yet to approach the house when a loud voice could be heard making demands of the Beaumont’s housekeeper. Elizabeth looked puzzled while Mr. Darcy’s countenance went cold as he recognized the unmistakable voice.

“I demand that you take me to my nephew at once! Do you know who I am? Have you no shame over employing yourself in a household where such infamous behavior is taking place?” Finally, the lady’s tirade was ended as she rounded the corner of the garden and came face to face with the solemn mien of the very nephew whose presence she required.

“Aunt Catherine.” Mr. Darcy greeted evenly.

Lady Catherine’s shock was evident, and as she delayed her response, Elizabeth was left to wonder whether the great lady was most disturbed by her nephew’s casual attire or her own presence on his arm. Though Mr. Darcy may have found the continuation of her silence preferable, it was but a moment before Lady Catherine regained her powers of speech.

“Darcy, there you are. What on earth possessed you to visit these people I cannot imagine, and though I have expressed such sentiments to you previously, I had not the slightest idea of the objectionable company they dare to keep while you are in residence here.” She sneered, turning disdainfully towards Elizabeth and commanded, “You will release my nephew.”

Mr. Darcy’s free hand rose from his side, but before he could place it protectively over Elizabeth’s, the young lady tactfully removed her arm from his. Knowing her presence to be superfluous to an impending conversation that was certain to be rather unpleasant, Elizabeth distanced herself from the gentleman and his relation.

Mr. Darcy sighed, and recognizing the wisdom of Elizabeth actions, responded to the lesser offensive of his aunt’s presumptions. “Mr. Beaumont and I attended Cambridge together, as I am sure you are aware.”

“Regardless I am shocked to see you wasting your time here, and when I heard of the company you are keeping in this house I resolved to come immediately and bring you to your senses. Now that I have seen with my own eyes that you have come to no serious harm, I insist that you join me in resolving the matter at hand. Am I to understand that Mr. Collins’ fiancée is also in residence here at present?”

Elizabeth blanched, grateful to be facing away from the conversation she could not help overhearing, but Mr. Darcy answered calmly, “I was not aware that Mr. Collins is engaged.”

“Do not play me for a fool, nephew! It has come to my attention that you have been here under the same roof as that infamous Miss Bennet! I demand that she be brought to my attention at once.”

At this, Elizabeth, who had been all but ignored as Lady Catherine addressed her nephew, cleared her throat and approached the formidable lady with her head held high as Mr. Darcy performed the introduction.

“Aunt Catherine, may I present Miss Elizabeth Bennet?”

“Ah, so you are Elizabeth Bennet. I must tell you I am seriously displeased to find that you would attempt to ingratiate yourself with my nephew in such a manner. Your conduct is made all the more disgraceful by the fact that you yourself are engaged to Mr. Collins.”

“Forgive me, your ladyship, but I must inform you that I am in no way promised to Mr. Collins.”

“Nonsense! All of Hunsford is aware of your engagement, and I understand from Mr. Collins it is widely known near your father’s estate in Hertfordshire as well. You should be ashamed of yourself for the manner in which you and your family have led him on. Your father has yet to invite your fiancé to return to your home and finalize the arrangements for your marriage, and I believe you are grossly taking advantage of him in light of the entail upon your family’s estate. I demand that you explain yourself to me.”

Mr. Darcy clenched his fists as his indignation on Elizabeth’s behalf grew with each word spoken by his aunt, but before he could satisfy himself with any response, Elizabeth spoke.

“Lady Catherine, your concern for your parson would be admirable if it were not so misguided. I have already stated that Mr. Collins and I are not engaged, and I am under no obligation to discuss the detailed affairs of myself or those of my family with a person so wholly unconnected with me.”

Lady Catherine gasped dramatically and narrowed her eyes as she replied sharply, “Never before have I been exposed to such obstinate, disobliging behavior. When you have the good fortune of becoming Mrs. Collins, an honor which I see you do not deserve, I suggest you reconsider your conduct, and if you atone yourself appropriately I may deem to acknowledge you.”

Greatly aware that any reply she might consider suitable would only add to the hostility of their conversation, Elizabeth dropped a stiff curtsey and retreated towards the house. Without acknowledging the young lady’s departure, Lady Catherine turned to address Mr. Darcy.

“Nephew, this has been a difficult journey and I insist that you escort me back to Rosings. While we are there, your engagement to Anne can finally be settled.”

“I shall do no such thing. Anne and I have mutually agreed that we are not amenable to the idea of a marriage between ourselves, and might I suggest that you should be perfectly able to return to Rosings Park the same way you arrived – without me.”

“Nonsense. You cannot expect me to travel unaccompanied, and I have already given leave for Mr. Collins to join Miss Bennet and her relations on their journey back to Hertfordshire, that their wedding ceremony may be performed with no further delay. Before we leave, I must speak to that Mr. Bingley to ensure he understands his duty to support his future brother. He may need to assist Mr. Collins in procuring a marriage license, as well as seeing that the bride is instructed as to her proper place. As you see, I am excessively attentive to all these things, and even under such unusual circumstances, I have devised a suitable plan.”

“I fail to see what Mr. Bingley’s support would accomplish when Miss Bennet’s father is alive and well, but do you mean to say that Mr. Collins is here?”

At that moment, a loud slap was heard, and both Mr. Darcy and Lady Catherine turned their attention towards the scene unfolding across the lawn. Elizabeth’s posture was stiff as she glared indignantly at Mr. Collins, whose eyes were round with shock as he held a palm over his reddened cheek. Mr. Darcy immediately moved in their direction as a heated conversation began between two, rapidly increasing his pace as he saw Mr. Collins grabbing firmly Elizabeth by the shoulders, seemingly ignorant to her protests as he simpered and smiled, his words indiscernible to the approaching gentleman. As Mr. Darcy stormed up to the scene, two shocked faces turned towards him, though one looked rather confused and the other helpless. Mr. Darcy removed the offending hands, placing himself between Mr. Collins and Miss Elizabeth as he bellowed. “Mr. Collins! By what twist of your imagination do you dare think it appropriate to lay your hands upon this lady?”

Mr. Collins was torn between showing deference to Lady Catherine’s nephew, and explaining his arrival to his supposed fiancée, choosing to proceed with a combination of the two. Bowing deeply to Mr. Darcy, he explained, “She is my betrothed, and while I have gently attempted to increase her understanding of these matters, she is reluctant to further our courtship. It was my intent to provide to her those delicate displays of affection which are always reassuring to young ladies, that she might be comforted by introducing her sensibilities to the earnest nature of my desire for us to be wed. I flatter myself that you may already have been informed of my intentions to marry with utmost haste by the means your esteemed aunt has so generously provided.”

“Are you convinced as to the veracity of your assertions, Mr. Collins? As to your proclaimed engagement, conversations with the lady’s father would lead me to believe otherwise.”

Elizabeth looked strangely at Mr. Darcy, wondering at the conversations to which he referred, however she was quick to confirm the gentleman’s statement as she added, “Yes, I understand from my father that he has even written to you to clarify any misapprehensions you may have been holding.”

Mr. Collins looked smilingly at Elizabeth, as though he were imploring her to grasp that the situation was beyond her understanding. He then turned to Mr. Darcy, and seemed to shift nervously at the prospect of disagreeing with so esteemed a personage. “Indeed sir, it is unfortunate that you seem to have been misinformed. The arrangement between Miss Elizabeth and myself is of long standing, its only hindrance being Mr. Bennet’s failure to announce it publicly. I fear my cousin’s health and soundness of mind must be declining more rapidly than we realize, as in light of the honor of my proposal, he cannot in good conscience mean to refuse me his daughter’s hand. Under such circumstances, it is to my benefit that the eldest Miss Bennet has lately married, that Mr. Bingley might take on the expected role and set the situation between myself and Miss Elizabeth to rights. I cannot but express my felicity on our reunion, as is my privilege.”

“How dare you…” Elizabeth’s exclamation in defense of her father and herself trailed off as to her horror, Mr. Collins again moved to embrace her, at which point Mr. Darcy punched him soundly in the face, his last ounce of restraint having been ripped to shreds, sending the stunned clergyman reeling backwards a few steps.

After staring icily at Mr. Collins to ensure that he had been properly understood, Mr. Darcy turned to Elizabeth, and speaking in as calm a voice as he could muster, said, “I believe my aunt and Mr. Collins have no further business at Ashingdon and will now be returning to Kent. Might I escort you to the house, Miss Bennet?”

Taking his offered arm with a small smile, Elizabeth replied, “Yes, Mr. Darcy, I believe I should like that.”

The pair walked into the house without a backward glance.