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Chapter 26

Posted on 2008-07-20

Upon returning to the house, Mr. Darcy and Miss Elizabeth were confronted with concerned and questioning gazes from the Beaumonts and the Bingleys. After establishing the identity of the mysterious guests, and learning that they had departed as quickly as they had arrived, the truth of the matter was pieced together with the aid of the housekeeper. The master and mistress had both been unavailable when the formidable lady made her presence known, and twenty years of service had left poor Mrs. Nicholls at a loss for how to handle the unprecedented insistence of the unexpected guest. Her polite inquiries and obliging suggestions were rebuffed almost before they were spoken, and within minutes she found herself trailing the fuming dowager instead of leading the guest as convention required. Mrs. Nicholls apologized thoroughly and sincerely to both Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy, the latter of whom assured her she had performed her duty well, as he had yet to come across another soul besides his uncle with the aptitude to influence his aunt, and even the Earl’s abilities were limited, and primarily based on his role as head of the family.

After some minutes of relating the basic elements of their conversations, Elizabeth added little to the conversation and seemed to drift into reverie. Observing this, Mr. Darcy turned his attention towards her, “May I enquire after your health Miss Bennet? I must say I am impressed by your fortitude, as I would expect anyone to be more shaken by this afternoon’s events than you seem to be. I hope you are not suffering under any false belief that you need hide your distress.”

Elizabeth returned to attention at the sound of his voice, and was struck by the tender expression of his eyes as he made his earnest inquiry. Until this moment, she had never realized how much she truly esteemed and cared for the gentleman, despite her efforts to suppress the sentiments. “Believe me, sir, I am well. If anything I need but a few moments to absorb the reality of such an unexpected event. Though your hand, Mr. Darcy,” she looked pointedly at the red and swollen knuckles resting gingerly in the palm of his left hand, “allow me to send for some cool bandages to ease the swelling. Mrs. Nicholls?”

The housekeeper nodding understandingly and excused herself, returning a short time later to inform Mr. Darcy that his valet would be ready to attend him at his convenience. As Mr. Darcy rose to excuse himself, the conversation lulled, and Mrs. Bingley offered to escort her sister upstairs, under the pretense of dressing for dinner. In truth, she wished to provide support and comfort by allowing Elizabeth to speak of any details she preferred not to address in company. However Elizabeth had little to express that had not already been said, as there were many particulars of Mr. Collins ludicrous behavior that would only distress her sister, and though she had many more concerns besides, they were related to a more proper gentleman, and she dared not speak of them to anyone.

None too soon for Elizabeth’s preference, the party gathered for dinner, Elizabeth making a genuine effort to buoy her spirits and Mr. Darcy exuding a small amount of embarrassment over the bandaged hand he attempted to conceal. After a few moments of silence, Elizabeth declared impertinently that she required no somber atmosphere on her account, and would rather discuss their plans for the upcoming days, and reminded them that they had yet to speak of the day’s cricket match. The forced nature of her speech was not lost on anyone, though understanding her desire to put the unchangeable past behind her, they complied. Jane smirked at her sister and stated that she was rather surprised by the interesting knowledge her husband seemed to have obtained during the course of the afternoon, to which Elizabeth replied that Jane should consider herself fortunate that the subject was not addressed when she shared childhood stories at the engagement dinner at Netherfield. Mr. Bingley declared how scandalized his sisters would have been to hear such a thing, and Elizabeth did a skillful impression of her mother expressing her conviction that Mr. Bingley would be driven away by such shameful anecdotes. These remarks drew laughing responses from all, and the party settled into their typical joviality, discussing potential activities for their remaining days together.

Elizabeth’s continued attempts at levity could only go so far as the evening went on. After dinner, the party adjourned to the drawing room, where it was requested that Elizabeth perform at the pianoforte. After playing a few songs from memory, Elizabeth demurred and suggested that Mrs. Beaumont provide the remainder of the evening’s entertainment. She then seated herself near the Bingleys and Mr. Beaumont, making a half-hearted effort at joining the conversation as her gaze periodically drifted to the laconic gentleman seated slightly away from the group, alternating between scowling in no direction in particular and feigning attention to a book. If only Elizabeth had known how much her subdued demeanor contributed to his foul mood, she would have greatly increased her efforts to engage the others in her typical lively manner.

A few minutes later, Mr. Darcy placed his unattended book on a side table, and gaining Mr. Beaumont’s attention, requested that the company might excuse them for a private conference. Assuming his friend to be desirous of finalizing the purchase of his stallion and a few other horses, Mr. Bingley shrugged, and smilingly announced to the ladies that he would gladly keep them entertained until the other gentlemen returned.

The ladies did not see Mr. Darcy again that evening, excepting his brief appearance in the drawing room to bid the party good night. As the hour grew late, Elizabeth and Jane expressed their wish to retire for the evening, and after a quick assurance that she was well, Elizabeth parted her sister’s company in the hall, entering her room for a long period of mulling over the day’s diverse events.

The next morning, Elizabeth rose early, as was her custom, and though she had come to fondly anticipate his company, she was relieved to find Mr. Darcy absent, that she might enjoy a solitary walk to allow nature’s tranquility to calm her jumbled thoughts without the hindrance of making polite conversation. After walking the meadows and groves she had come to know quite well, Elizabeth turned back towards the house. As Ashingdon came into view, she espied none other than Mr. Darcy walking towards her across the drive, the gravel crunching beneath his boots and the morning sun silhouetting his figure as he emerged from the shadow of the house. Elizabeth offered a friendly smile, which he returned as he addressed her.

“Miss Bennet, we are all just assembling in the breakfast room if you would care to join us for refreshment from your morning walk.”

Elizabeth accepted his arm and looked up at him curiously. He knew very well that she took a light repast before walking out that she might return in time to dine with the rest of the household, as he had frequently joined her in just such a pursuit. She wondered at his seemingly having ventured out for the sole purpose of escorting her back in, but he seemed silently contented as usual, and she gave the matter no further scrutiny as they continued on into the house.

The pair exchanged fond good mornings with the Beaumonts and the Bingleys before moving to the sideboard. Mr. Darcy poured himself a cup of coffee and stood beside the table, taking Elizabeth’s plate and assisting her with her chair before returning to the sideboard to fill his own plate with a warm and hearty breakfast.

“I am glad you have joined us, Mr. Darcy,” said Mrs. Beaumont, “for I understand there is some great secret in our plans for the day. Andrew was kind enough to tell me that you had made a suggestion yesterday evening, but refused to tell me any further details.”

“It is nothing so grand or unusual, I just wished to discover if it were feasible before announcing it at large. Yesterday’s cricket match put me in mind of another hobby we enjoyed at Cambridge, though I hope the ladies will not be unsettled by the prospect.”

“If you are suggesting steeplechase, I am not sure it would be advisable for any of the ladies to participate,” laughed Mr. Bingley, “though for Elizabeth’s sake, I ought to hope there is no riding involved whatsoever.”

“No Bingley, I’ll leave the fox and hound chases for another day, and though we will need to travel a few miles, whether we do so by carriage or on horseback is of little consequence, as I understand from Beaumont the surrounding lanes provide a route that is not particularly circuitous.”

“What say you Mrs. Bingley, Evelyn, shall I call for the carriage or the curricle?” inquired Mr. Beaumont with a smile.

“I believe this has gone far enough!” cried Elizabeth teasingly, “By this description, you would all think me deathly afraid of horses instead of merely lacking the fondness for riding you all possess. I have never been one to allow myself to be intimidated, and it is no great sacrifice for me to ride simply because it is not my preference.”

“Forgive me, Miss Elizabeth, you are correct. I should not have presumed so.” said Mr. Beaumont, “And are the other ladies determined to ride as well?”

Mrs. Bingley nodded her acquiescence, and Mr. Darcy finally became aware of the grin that had spread across his face when Elizabeth declared her intention to ride.

“Bravo, Elizabeth!” cheered Mrs. Beaumont, “I am glad I am not the only one whose courage rises when others make such assumptions. I gather I would be correct in assuming that you did not travel here with suitable riding attire, however we are of similar height and I should be able to outfit you accordingly, if you would accompany me after the meal.”

Conversation then turned to the details of the day’s activities, at which Mr. Darcy primarily remained silent and Mr. Beaumont rebuffed all inquiries.

The ladies then rose to don their riding habits, owned and borrowed, assuring the gentlemen that with any luck they would return within the hour. Mr. Darcy was pleased to see no sign of the distress he expected to appear on Elizabeth’s face at the prospect of riding on horseback to their destination. Perhaps it shall be her Connemara after all.

Properly attired, the group of six, most of whom would consider themselves appropriately described as three couples, walked towards the stables. Mr. Darcy wondered if it would be inadvisable to ask Miss Elizabeth when she last rode, and instead asked if she had occasioned to visit the stables at Ashingdon and set her eye on a particular horse. After her negative response, he suggested she look at a few suitable horses as Mr. Beaumont could advise her of their temperaments. Elizabeth laughingly stated her only requirement to be that she not be seated on a twin of Mr. Bingley’s black beast, who flicked his head impatiently as a groom approached his stall. Mr. Bingley laughed at the ominous description of his stallion, while Mr. Darcy smiled understandingly, and along with Mrs. Bingley, they walked towards the mares and ponies.

Mrs. Bingley’s mare was first, and as she reached to stroke its soft muzzle, a gray head emerged from the next stall, belonging to none other than the dappled Connemara whose coat Mrs. Beaumont had teasingly admired. Elizabeth shrugged, and seeing that the horse seemed friendly enough, considered one unfamiliar horse not greatly different from another and informed Mr. Darcy that while she still lacked the skill to show a horse to its advantage, he would see her mounted on the horse he intended for his sister after all.

Once each horse had been saddled and the riders mounted, the group was only able to ascertain from Mr. Beaumont that they would be riding approximately four miles, and would be traveling south. Mrs. Beaumont smiled knowingly, and suggesting they may as well proceed, moved to ride beside her husband as they crossed the fields.

Elizabeth was the last to move, as her horse seemed content to follow the movement of the other horses. Jane momentarily held back, but with a reassuring smile from Elizabeth and a nod from Mr. Darcy, she visibly relaxed and shared her attention between her husband and her sister.

Elizabeth released her stiffness in the saddle as she became accustomed to the horse’s rhythmic movement. Glancing over at Mr. Darcy who was riding nearby, she noted the lighter coloring of his horse and asked if he were riding his usual mount. The gentleman smiled lightly in appreciation of her having taken notice, and explained that he had indeed chosen a different horse for this ride, as geldings are by nature more docile and better suited to riding in a large group. He then pointed to Mr. Bingley’s stallion, which proved his point with perfect timing as it skitted away from Jane’s mare. Mr. Darcy then allowed his horse to fall into step with Elizabeth’s, and she smiled appreciatively at his thoughtfulness.

As the group traveled across the lush fields, Elizabeth realized that the leisurely pace and refreshing sea breeze made the ride more enjoyable than she had expected, though if directly questioned she would have admitted to prefer traveling afoot, despite the lengthier amount of time needed to cover the same distance. Soon the grassy fields gave way to marshes and sand bars, and Mr. Darcy came alongside to inform her that they were near their destination.

A small village came into view, which the Beaumont’s indicated to be Benfleet. As Benfleet consisted of no more than a few shops, it was not long before they reached the outskirts of the far side of the village heading in the direction of a wide placid creek, near which was situated a small building with a sign reading “Boat Hire” at the foot of a short pier. Mr. Bingley laughed merrily at the sight of it, making a few comments to his wife, and continued to smile at the idea as the group approached the establishment and dismounted.

As the proprietor spoke to the gentlemen of his available services and vessels for hire, Elizabeth was surprised that rather than a larger touring vessel suitable for the entire group, their attention seemed focused on a series of rowboats. After a few minutes, the gentlemen returned to the ladies to discuss their plans.

“As you may have already guessed,” Mr. Beaumont smiled, “our grand scheme for the day is a small boating excursion about Canvey Island, that is if you ladies are not objectionable to such conveyance.”

“I think the idea is quite charming.” Mrs. Bingley reassured.

“I am surprised by your choice Mr. Darcy,” said Elizabeth, “though I suppose the proprietor has gone to fetch his boatmen.”

“Indeed not, Miss Elizabeth. Though the Boat Club at Cambridge had not been officially formed at the time of our attendance, rowing was a sport we three quite enjoyed, often without boatmen to do the rowing.”

“And as much as Beaumont here will boast of his skills on the cricket pitch, it was rowing for which Mr. Darcy garnished the most attention.” added Mr. Bingley.

“Well it cannot be helped, considering his extraordinarily height! We should have shortened his paddles as a handicap.” laughed Mr. Beaumont, “But enough of our reminiscence, what say you ladies to a tour about the island? We gentlemen, of course, will allow you to peacefully take in the scenery as we transport you.”

“It will be most practical to pair ourselves in three separate vessels.” Mr. Darcy added hesitantly, his eyes darting towards Elizabeth.

Charmed by his uncertainty, Elizabeth replied with a smile, “Never fear, Mr. Darcy, I recognize the pairings that would be most preferable to the other members of our party, and my brother need not fear entrusting me to your company.”

“I appreciate your faith in me, Miss Elizabeth.” Mr. Darcy replied, meeting her gaze intently as he offered his arm to follow the other couples down the dock.

“After all,” Elizabeth baited playfully, attempting to ease the impression of his earnest remark, “I should have no reason to suspect any untoward behavior from a gentleman I am not handsome enough to tempt.”

Elizabeth tried desperately to restrain her soft giggles as Mr. Darcy struggled to keep the firm set of his jaw, while her sister had no success in her similar endeavor and gaped at her in a rather unladylike fashion.

“Forgive me, Mr. Darcy,” Elizabeth said lightly, “I believe I warned you of my tendency towards impertinence, though I hope you realize I would not jest so if we had not settled this matter between us.”

Mr. Darcy seemed to relax and made a faint attempt to smile. Elizabeth observed the questioning gaze from Mr. Beaumont and the responding nod from Mr. Darcy, wondering if there was only person present who was not privy to his remark, and the lady would soon be informed.

The proprietor could then be seen coming up the dock with a young boatman, and Mr. Darcy offered Elizabeth his hand to steady herself as she stepped into the boat, waiting until she was firmly seated before stepping in himself. The wooden boat swayed gently from side to side as Mr. Darcy moved towards the bow, setting the oars to rights before the boatman untied the rope securing them to the dock and gave them a push towards the open water.

“Do not get yourself too far ahead of us, Darcy!” called Mr. Bingley.

Mr. Darcy’s response to his friend’s gaiety was more negligible than usual, and with a few long strokes, they began to glide swiftly across the peaceful water. After a few minutes of silence, Mr. Darcy’s expression was particularly pensive, and he seemed to be applying more concentration than necessary into rowing, as his eyes had yet to turn towards the surrounding scenery. Elizabeth watched him fixedly, wondering if her teasing was the subject of his reflections. Moments later, Mr. Darcy realized the attention he had drawn as he caught the intent gaze of the lady facing him.

“How our acquaintance might have been different had I not insulted you.” he said wistfully as he turned his attention back to the oars.

Elizabeth offered a gentle smile as she said good-naturedly, “Oh, but that would have deprived us of criticizing stares met with incivility, heated debates and dancing in silence, all brought to a climax of scathing remarks.” The expression of her voice was light and teasing, though understanding was portrayed in her eyes.

“I am glad you can think so lightly of past offences, Miss Bennet.”

“I would not have you think that I do, however to understand this, you must learn some of my philosophy. Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure. It is much easier to move forward when one puts this theory into practice.”

“I imagine so.” Mr. Darcy then smiled as he added, “There are plenty of fond remembrances I have from my time in Hertfordshire.”

“The shooting must have been rather fine then, or perhaps your bent is more in favor of riding across the countryside.”

“I do enjoy a shooting party and a good ride, though the fond memories I have of each are from Derbyshire.” he said, his intent gaze leaving her not entirely composed.

The implication of his words was not lost on Elizabeth, but whether he intended to flatter her, was attempting to reveal himself as her correspondent, or she was severely unhinged for drawing such conclusions she could not gather.

“Miss Elizabeth, surely you…”

“Well this is a fine way to go about rowing! It is as though Miss Elizabeth as forbid you from touching the oars to the water.” Mr. Bingley called amiably.

“Bingley, you spend entirely too much time with Mr. Hurst. Even I recognize his mode of expression in that statement.” laughed Mr. Beaumont.

For a fleeting moment, Mr. Darcy seemed to be gathering his composure before managing to regain his stoic façade. Elizabeth smiled nervously, and Mr. Darcy shrugged as he grabbed the oars and said, “Well, I suppose I cannot let him get away now, can I?”

The gentlemen exhausted themselves sufficiently in a display which they all termed a good-spirited race for old time’s sake, though in reality it may have been more an effort to outdo one another and impress the ladies bearing witness to their exertions. Afterwards, they allowed their momentum to gently fade, leisurely floating along the creek as their proximity allowed for pleasant conversation. Mrs. Beaumont spoke of their first excursion to Canvey Island, which occurred while she was still Miss Howard. Mr. Beaumont explained that the far end of the creek reached the River Thames and in a larger vessel they might use the river to circle the island as it extended into the bay. Soon a turning point was suggested, and the gentlemen set about turning the boats with their oars before heading back in the direction from which they came.

Elizabeth noticed Mr. Darcy’s decidedly slower pace and wondered if he would continue their earlier conversation which had ended so abruptly.

“It is hard to recall that such tumultuous events occurred only yesterday when in surroundings such as this.”

“I believe I owe you many thanks for your assistance, sir.”

“Do not trouble yourself. If my aunt had not brought him here, the scene would never have taken place.”

“I must admit your aunt is a bit more formidable than Mr. Collins’ descriptions would lead one to believe.”

Mr. Darcy let out one short chuckle at so restrained a description of his aunt. “Yes I dare say she is, and she has never been one to apologize for her frankness. I, however, hope I did not offend you with my ungentlemanly display.”

Elizabeth smiled impishly, “Fear not, Mr. Darcy, for your conduct puts me in mind of my own similar behavior just a few minutes before.”

Mr. Darcy grinned. He could not but be proud of her literally striking out in self-defense, and given what he knew of her character, knew he should have expected nothing less. “I only hope his eye heals before Sunday, I should not have acted so rashly.”

“Do not overly concern yourself, I am grateful for your interference, and it seems Mr. Collins had already enlisted a suitable curate in anticipation of his absence, though for a different reason to be sure.” Elizabeth shuddered slightly at the thought. “I had no idea my cousin would be so obtusely persistent.”

When Elizabeth looked towards Mr. Darcy, she saw his eyes gleaming mischievously and his shoulders begin to quake with mirth. With a raised brow her only demand for explanation, he said humorously, “I am afraid, Miss Elizabeth, you may have to get yourself engaged just to fend the man off!”

The words were spoken before Mr. Darcy could regret the implication of them, and he laughed more strongly than was his wont to emphasize the levity of his remark, an action which Elizabeth graciously mimicked. Neither wished to acknowledge the awkwardness of his possible suggestion that she become engaged to himself, as they both wished for just that and were convinced the other could not possibly be in agreement.

Conversation between the two floundered as each made stilted attempts at introducing a new topic, though as is often the case when avoiding a certain subject, most all topics they could think of were loosely related to the cause of their awkwardness, and rejected before they were spoken. Mr. Darcy’s frustration grew such that he considered telling her all, as he could not imagine the situation getting any worse than it already was, and he had already come quite close to speaking of it. However the possibility of rejection followed by a long ride to Ashingdon did not appeal to him. Thankfully, it did not take much effort for Mr. Darcy to catch up with the others, and before long, the dock at Benfleet came into view.

Their feet once again firmly planted on dry land, a general consensus for refreshment was made, and the group walked into the small village of Benfleet for a late luncheon. The meal was not prolonged as several were anxious to return to Ashingdon, particularly Mrs. Beaumont, who expressed her anxiety over such a long separation from her son. The gentlemen went to retrieve the horses, and soon all members of the party were mounted and headed towards Hadleigh.

After the pleasant outing to Canvey Island, any uneasiness caused by the fiasco the day before had dissipated, and the renewed sense of merriment continued over the next few days. Elizabeth settled back into a routine of early morning walks with Mr. Darcy and days spent in company with her sister and hostess, typically joined by the gentlemen for tea. A few more picnics and trips to the coast were enjoyed when the weather was particularly fine. It was on just such a day that Elizabeth found herself casually perusing the beach for shells, her sister sitting on a blanket beside a lounging Mr. Bingley, and Mr. Darcy walking by her side.

After reaching to pick up another shell, Elizabeth looked out across the salty waters and remarked on how quickly such environs had grown on her since arriving in Essex, shyly adding that such pleasant company had only added to the positive experience.

“I shall be sorry not to continue in your company then, as I will be returning to London shortly.”

“Such things are inevitable for any gentleman who does not live a life of idleness, though I am sure we shall all be sorry to see you go. When must you depart?”

“The day following the morrow would be best. I have a few matters to address in London before I must journey to Derbyshire.” Mr. Darcy smiled ever so slightly as he added, “I am afraid there was more truth to my aunt’s words than I would like to admit.”

“I see.”

Mr. Darcy realized her misinterpretation of his ill-phrased remark, teasing though it may have been. “Miss Bennet, I can see the turn your mind is taking, and no, it is not what you think. The only truth to my aunt’s statements is simply that it is time for me to leave Ashingdon. I shall not be long in my own home before traveling again, though not in the direction she would prefer. Mr. and Mrs. Bingley have invited me to Netherfield, and I will travel to Derbyshire that Georgiana might join me in accepting the Bingleys’ hospitality. I must remain in the north at least a week, or perhaps two in order to tend my estate business. I have been away from Pemberley for far too long, though I am sure you can imagine why.” He met her eye with a meaningful expression as he said the last.

Elizabeth looked away embarrassedly as she said, “I am anxious to renew my acquaintance with your sister. Though I have not had the pleasure of knowing her long, I hope to soon think of her as a dear friend.”

“I imagine there is more than one friendship you will be able to strengthen when you return to Hertfordshire.” She was again left to wonder whether he alluded to a possible attachment on his part, or perhaps a friendship founded in his potential identity as her correspondent, a confusion she felt all too frequently of late.

Mr. Darcy was not afforded the opportunity to walk out with Elizabeth the following morning, as the business of purchasing a few of Beaumont’s horses and arranging their transport to his own stables took much of the morning. When his carriage pulled up before the house the day of his departure, it felt as though he had scarce been able to enjoy her company since their last beach excursion. As the Beaumonts and their remaining guests gathered outside to bid their farewells, Mr. Darcy was grateful for his last conversation with Elizabeth, as the present company afforded him no more than a lingering kiss on the hand as he bid his beloved a formal adieu.

Upon her return to Hertfordshire, Elizabeth became more unsure of her new impression of Mr. Darcy with each day that passed without bringing his return. The gross impropriety of Mr. Collins’ arrival at Ashingdon had been shocking at best, and she could not imagine any gentleman maintaining an interest in the face of such relations, except that the presumptuous scheme seemed to have been orchestrated by his own aunt. She feared the scandal that would develop from her cousin’s misconceptions, but fortunately news of it had yet to reach her mother, as none of their acquaintance resided in Kent, aside from the gentleman in question. If he had been so bold as to have written of his folly to her father, Mr. Bennet had not spoken of it.

Their recent holiday was frequently discussed when the Bennets and the Bingleys sought each other’s company, and aside from uninvited visitors and perhaps an improprietous sporting match, most all details of their time in Essex were discussed. Mr. Bennet was visibly displeased upon hearing of Mr. Darcy’s presence at Ashingdon, and though Mr. Bingley reminded his wife’s father that he had told him as much in the first of many letters sent during their stay, he soon learned that any references to Mr. Darcy’s friendship with Elizabeth were not well received, and he would do best to remain silent on the subject.

Equally unadvisable, in terms of conversation with Mr. Bennet, would be raising the subject of her correspondent, and with little desire to arise her father’s suspicions and incite such a conversation, Elizabeth thought it best to delay her excursion to the bookshop, despite her anticipation of returning to her most enjoyable mode of communication. So it was that three days passed before Elizabeth allowed her rambles to lead her into the bookshop.

Upon entering the establishment, Elizabeth observed Mr. Awdry’s nephew standing behind the counter, and greeted him cheerfully as he indicated the location of several books recently arrived from London. She was courteous enough to peruse them before setting about her original intent, however as she carefully removed a folded note from her reticule, she found its hiding place mysteriously absent. She furrowed her brow, wondering how she could have forgotten its exact location, gradually becoming more concerned as closer examination of the surrounding shelves did not reveal the title she sought. Her search eventually came to the attention of the young man behind the counter, who good-naturedly came to offer his assistance.

“Is there something in particular I might help you with, Miss Elizabeth? My uncle is away at present, and though I have yet to become as knowledgeable regarding his inventory as he, I hope I may be of assistance.”

“Thank you.” Elizabeth smiled weakly as she tried to calm the frantic edge to her voice. “I was… looking for a particular title I know my father might enjoy, and had thought I remembered seeing it in this section previously.”

Matthew Awdry hesitated, furrowing his brow ever so slightly as though debating whether or not to speak on the subject. “There was a gentleman who came in a few weeks ago. I believe I had seen him previously on occasion, and he did make a purchase which I believe came from these shelves.” Noting the lady’s rapt attention, he added, “As I recall it was by Storne or…”

“Sterne?”

“Yes, that was it.”

Elizabeth could not restrain the eager inquiry in her expression and young Mr. Awdry added, “I am not aware of the gentleman’s identity, as we have never been properly introduced and I had not previously seen him above twice, though he is of light build, perhaps my uncle’s height, fair hair, and I gathered he came from at least some distance as he coat was equally brown with road dust as with natural color. Perhaps he is in your father’s employ?”

“I do not believe my father employs a man by that description, though I appreciate your information. I shall simply continue to browse for another of my father’s favorites. Though I know he would enjoy that particular author, he would enjoy many others as well, so it is of little consequence.”

Matthew Awdry nodded his head and left her to the pretense of browsing, not observing the petite figure that left the shop almost the very moment he retreated to the back room.

As she walked along the familiar paths back to Longbourn, Elizabeth’s feelings of surprise and confusion over the missing book turned to disappointment and frustration. Any hopes she had of continuing the exchange of notes had disappeared with Sterne’s title. While she was not certain that the book had been purchased by her correspondent, she admitted that seemed the most likely possibility. She was bothered by a twinge of disappointment that the man described bore no resemblance to Mr. Darcy. She admitted that as much as she had always anticipated reading his notes, she had returned from Hadleigh hoping to find additional support in the notes for the notion of Mr. Darcy having written them. She now deemed her suspicions of Mr. Darcy to have been completely irrational. She knew Mr. Darcy had been absent, and it was not until she saw him in a more favorable light that she began to consider him, despite the facts that discredited the possibility. Yet her mind had latched on to the favorable prospect of the two men she most esteemed being one and the same – how terribly convenient.

Upon returning to Hertfordshire, Mr. Bingley could no longer avoid inviting his sisters to Netherfield, and though Miss Bingley would no longer be mistress of the house, the invitation was one they could not politely refuse. So it was that within a week of the Bingleys’ return, Netherfield was occupied much as it had been since Mr. Bingley's first having taken possession of the house, with one unmistakable addition. Mrs. Bennet gloried in her status of mother to the mistress of Netherfield, just as she had before the trip to Essex, which at least one member of the traveling party began to believe had not been long enough. Mrs. Bennet astounded her second daughter with her ability to ignore the subtly hostile comments made by Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst, though they gave every appearance of civility in their brother’s presence.

One morning, after the Hursts and Miss Bingley had been in residence at Netherfield Park just less than a week, Elizabeth was approached by Mrs. Hill, who slipped a note into her hand as Elizabeth smiled in appreciation. It had become a frequent occurrence since Jane’s marriage for the sisters to exchange notes by way of servants, as their mother’s tenacity scarce allowed for private conversations, and any letters delivered by less covert means may as well be addressed to the family at large. This particular note had been written the evening before, and in it Jane related that Mr. and Miss Darcy had arrived that afternoon, and would certainly be agreeable to Elizabeth’s company at her earliest convenience. Elizabeth dressed quickly, stopping in the kitchen for a few breakfast rolls before heading out with the intent of taking a leisurely walk across the blooming countryside that she might arrive at her sister’s house when an appropriate hour for making calls was reached. Upon reaching Netherfield, the housekeeper directed her to an antechamber where she might refresh herself before joining the ladies in the morning room. Elizabeth greeted Miss Darcy warmly, and tolerated Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst as best she could. Soon the ladies were joined by the gentlemen, and just as expected, Mr. Bingley’s sisters improved their demeanor in their brother’s presence.

Another of the gentlemen was more surprising however. After having been accustomed to relaxed greetings and occasional smiles, Elizabeth was struck by the stiff formality of Mr. Darcy’s curt bow and short address. Her only comfort was that he showed little more warmth to the other ladies present, save his sister. He did seat himself in a chair near the sofa where Elizabeth and his sister were seated, making occasional attempts at contributing to the conversation, though he was just as frequently addressed by Miss Bingley. As the hour for luncheon drew near, Elizabeth politely refused an invitation to remain, as she had not notified anyone besides Hill of her departure, but did accept Mr. Bingley’s insistence that she make use of his carriage for her return to Longbourn.

Upon returning home, Elizabeth was scolded for her disappearance as well as her neglecting to inform her mother that the Darcy’s had returned. Mrs. Bennet then announced her intention of calling the next day, in such a manner as to deny that she had every intention of visiting Netherfield more days than not without any regard to what guests her daughter had in residence.

Thankfully the call the next morning did not last particularly long, as Jane regretfully informed her mother that she would be meeting with her housekeeper immediately following luncheon. At Miss Darcy’s particular request, Elizabeth was permitted to stay at Netherfield, though Mrs. Bennet’s inability to extract a similar invitation for Kitty was quite vexing, as she would have no opportunity to converse with Mr. Darcy.

After the meal, Mrs. Bingley withdrew to meet with her housekeeper while Mr. Bingley saw the departing Bennets to their carriage. Mr. Darcy excused himself immediately after, shortly followed by Miss Bingley, who Elizabeth could not but suspect of intending to canvas the house in pursuit of the gentleman. Miss Darcy and Elizabeth adjourned to the music room, as they were both eager for the opportunity to play together. At length they exhausted their fingers, and took a welcome respite from the pianoforte in favor of conversation. Elizabeth mentioned a letter she had recently received from Mrs. Gardiner, and as she related a particular story regarding the antics of her young cousins, she was surprised to hear Georgiana gasp. The younger girl sheepishly admitted that the story reminded her of a letter from her Aunt Matlock, which related tales of her aunt’s young grandchildren, and that with her recent traveling, she had yet to reply. Elizabeth insisted that it would be no inconvenience for her to find other entertainment as she would be perfectly content to wander the gardens while Georgiana attended to her letter.

“I have yet to give proper attention to the improvements Jane has been making to the gardens,” Elizabeth explained, “and it would not do for me to compliment my sister on her efforts without having had the opportunity to fully appreciate them.”

Mr. Darcy had been sulking, though he would never refer to his behavior as such, in his bedchamber, frustrated with this being his second occasion in two days to see Miss Elizabeth, and yet any attempt at private conversation seemed impossible. Elizabeth’s sparkling conversation, which he had enjoyed so greatly in Hadleigh, seemed directed towards his sister rather than himself, and with every attempt to break the awkwardness that had developed between he and Elizabeth, Miss Bingley uniformly interrupted on some ridiculous pretense or other. On more than one occasion, he wished he had simply kept Sterne’s book in his pocket that he might entice her into joining him in the hall under a ridiculous pretense of his own and let it be done with. He sighed, after so many months of delaying his disclosure, there was little sense in making a hasty business of it now. With a determined huff, he rose, intent on devising an unshakable plan for revealing himself, though as he reached the window, he was arrested by the blessed sight of Elizabeth walking out towards the gardens, and as he stood transfixed, he confirmed that she was quite alone. Whether he reacted sedately as a proper gentleman ought or with the excitement of a schoolboy going out to play in the winter’s first snow, no one bore witness, though a passing maid noted the purpose in his stride as he walked briskly down the hallway, tucking something into his pocket as he moved.

“Miss Bennet.”

His address reflected neither the coldness of his former manners that had reappeared with his return to Netherfield nor the ease she had come to expect in Hadleigh, such that she knew not quite what to make of him and replied cautiously, “Mr. Darcy.”

“Miss Bennet, Elizabeth, I…there is something I must tell you before another word is spoken, for I fear I have delayed too long as it is.”

Elizabeth had watched confusedly during his speech, all expression fading from her features as he reached to pull a leather-bound item from his coat pocket, extending it towards her.

Her breath caught her in her throat as she reached to accept the familiar book, her lips parting unknowingly as she ran her fingers across the familiar title stamped into the leather. A Political Romance by Laurence Sterne.

“All this time,” she said earnestly, in barely more than a whisper, before looking up at Mr. Darcy with a small smile, “it was you.”

“Yes.” he answered, a hint of nervous hesitancy breaking the serious tone of his voice.

Elizabeth returned her eyes to the book resting in her hands, the truth taking root as she recalled bits and pieces of the letters she treasured, in her reverie the words now being spoken in his voice.

“You are not angry with me for concealing this from you?” he asked, concerned that she had not met his eye for some time.

“Nay, forgive me if I was momentarily lost in reflection. At present I feel a great sense of relief for finally knowing. Not long after our first meeting at Ashingdon, I wanted it to be you, and at times I thought it might be, but I dared not hope.”

“And all the while, I have dared not hope to be well received.” Mr. Darcy smiled widely, a gesture Elizabeth had come to anticipate since their curricle ride to Hadleigh Castle, and was greatly pleased to receive for the first time since their stay at Ashingdon.

A subtle awkwardness inevitably followed the imparting of information so monumental to the feelings of both parties, and Elizabeth anxiously explained that she had been exploring the gardens that she might appreciate the work her sister had commissioned over the spring. Mr. Darcy offered her his arm that he might join her in completing the tour. As they walked through the garden, conversation gradually warmed to the subject of their correspondence, as each party navigated the delicate task of meshing their written exchanges with the reality of their acquaintance. As Elizabeth saw more and more glimmers of the Mr. Darcy she had known at Ashingdon, she gave mention to his reverted behavior.

“Miss Elizabeth, you must forgive me if my conduct since returning to Netherfield gave you the impression that I no longer desired your good opinion.”

“I suppose I should be more understanding, Mr. Darcy. Though your behavior is different than at Ashingdon, it is not new to me.”

“You do realize the cause of that change, do you not?”

Elizabeth looked down, any reason she could surmise was a slight to her family and general acquaintance, a disappointment to her own hopes, or both.

Mr. Darcy cleared his throat, “There are those in residence at Netherfield who hold opinions with which I no longer concur, and I have often realized silence is the best method of preventing a further onslaught.”

“Is that your polite way of saying that the Great Mr. Darcy is afraid of Miss Bingley?”

“Erm, I do not know about Great…”

Elizabeth laughed, “I will take that as a reply to the affirmative, though I will admit to a similar feeling towards some of the opinions expressed in my sister’s house, and I shall have to take advantage of your method of dissuading them.”

“I should warn you that an imposing figure is an integral part of my tactic. I hope that does not prevent your effective use of it.”

“Nonsense.” Elizabeth declared haughtily, her head held high and her features stern, “As an accomplished lady of good breeding, I can be perfectly imposing when I see fit.”

The pair laughed companionably, and Elizabeth waited until their mirth had subsided to inquire further.

“I do hope you will not find it troublesome to remain at Netherfield.” realizing the forwardness that could be interpreted into her statement she stumblingly added, “I am greatly enjoying Georgiana’s company, and I would not wish her to leave the country too soon.”

“I would not be overly concerned. Though their plans are not entirely fixed, I have it on good authority that the Hursts will soon be returning to London, and Miss Bingley with them.”

“Is that so? Oddly, I had been given quite a different impression by the ladies in question.”

Mr. Darcy glanced around mischievously to ensure their privacy before leaning in to say, “It is amazing what the promise of a case of fine brandy and mention of upcoming card tournaments at his club in London can accomplish with respect to Mr. Hurst.”

Elizabeth was left to her own opinion of whether the brandy was supplied from the cellar of Netherfield or of Pemberley, but smiled at the idea of it being a conjoined effort by the masters of both.

“Well then, with that information in mind, I shall be sure to wish them a pleasant journey when their plans are settled.

Posted on 2008-07-26

Within a few days, the Hursts and Miss Bingley paid a call at Longbourn to take their leave of the Bennets. The call was rather short as they intended to travel London directly, but all was not lost as joining them in visiting Longbourn were the Bingleys and the Darcys. After the travelers departed, Elizabeth approached Georgiana and entered into conversation about their respective gardens and the many blooms brought by the changing of seasons since last they met. As a stroll in the gardens was suggested and accepted, Mr. Darcy watched his sister and his beloved exit the room, not knowing that this would provide an opportunity for a gentleman most desirous of a private audience.

“Mr. Darcy,” Mr. Bennet greeted with bare civility, “how kind of you to join us this morning.”

“The pleasure is all mine, sir.” Mr. Darcy replied warily.

“Well sir, I am sure that Mrs. Bennet has plenty of things to discuss with Jane, and while I shall not tear Mr. Bingley from her side, I imagine you may find yourself more agreeably engaged amongst the books in my library.”

Mr. Darcy accepted the subtle demand gracefully, and motioned for Mr. Bennet to precede him out of the drawing room. Upon reaching the library and firmly closing the door, Mr. Bennet wasted little time in making his paternal sentiments known.

“Mr. Darcy, it is apparent that I did not sufficiently clarify the course of action I expected when last we met. Given your sudden departure following the wedding of my eldest daughter, I supposed myself to be with little option for recourse but to wash my hands of you, and considered that to be in the best interest of my second daughter lest she find herself connected to a dishonorable gentleman. Yet I come to find that you have been in my daughter’s company these six weeks at least during her stay in Essex, and now I find you present under my very roof.”

“I had requested of Mr. Bingley that he communicate my intentions to you immediately upon my arrival at Ashingdon.”

“Yes, and that garbled explanation was equally vague as it was illegible. Allow me to inform you sir, that you find me at my leisure this morning should you be inclined to explain yourself properly.”

Mr. Darcy sighed, as much as he abhorred discussing his private matters, there was no gentleman to whom it would be more appropriate to relate these details than Elizabeth’s father.

“I should begin, sir, by explaining that I have come to a much greater understanding of your daughter since last we spoke, and while I believe her opinion to have undergone no small amount of change during that time, it would have behooved me to heed your warning regarding her former opinion of me. I would not have you think my failure to approach you soon after our last conversation to be indicative of a lack of action on my part.”

Mr. Bennet smirked. He dared not laugh in the face of the gentleman who in his own round-about way admitted to having received some form of rejection from his daughter, at least not until he had heard the rest of his story, as he doubted Mr. Darcy would be so forthcoming if he knew himself to be a source of amusement.

Mr. Darcy cleared his throat and continued, “Having established the nature of the difficulties between Miss Elizabeth and myself, I endeavored to present myself more openly during our time in Hadleigh, such that I hope any information she may have related to you regarding my conduct there would show a marked improvement in her opinion.”

“I admit, Mr. Darcy, my daughter has told me little of her trip that did not relate to Mrs. Beaumont or her young child. I did hear one particularly interesting story from Mr. Bingley involving a distant relation of mine, though from what I have heard, you were more directly involved in the event than Bingley himself.”

Mr. Darcy reddened slightly, whether in anger or embarrassment Mr. Bennet could not tell until the younger gentleman dropped his eyes to the floor momentarily before looking up and saying, “I suppose I ought to apologize for striking your cousin, sir. I hope you have not been offended by my actions.”

“On the contrary, given the circumstances, I could not have handled it better myself. As a matter of fact, I understand my Lizzy quite agreed with such a course of action as well.”

“That she did.” Mr. Darcy could not help but smile proudly at the remembrance of the determined look on his Elizabeth’s face as she stood proudly after slapping Mr. Collins soundly across the face.

“On a more serious note, however, I would have your word that you will bring this situation to a timely close, and to be certain that I will not be misunderstood, I shall clarify that the expected resolution would be your making an offer of marriage.”

“I give you every assurance that my intent is to do exactly that, and if it were not for my respect of your daughter’s opinion, I would have made such an offer some time ago.”

“You might start by relating to her the purpose of your frequent trips to Mr. Awdry’s establishment in Meryton, that she might form an honest opinion of you.”

“I already have, sir.”

Not wishing to reveal his surprise over this information, Mr. Bennet merely nodded his head. “Then I shall be expecting your request for a private audience before your next departure.”

“You have my word, sir.”

All necessities having been addressed, Mr. Darcy was more than happy to excuse himself from Mr. Bennet’s presence. Upon gaining the hall, he required not a moment’s deliberation to direct his course to the garden in hopes of locating Miss Elizabeth and his sister. He soon found the ladies seated on a garden bench while the youngest Bennet sisters could be seen laughing on the swing hanging from a large oak tree on the other side of the green. The mutual enjoyment of the discourse between the two ladies of his highest esteem was evident as he approached, and Mr. Darcy was warmly welcomed into their conversation. Before long, the appropriate time for even a lengthy call had expired, and the party returned to the house, the Darcys thanking Mrs. Bennet for her hospitality as they joined Mr. and Mrs. Bingley in returning to Netherfield.

The friendship between Elizabeth and the Darcys allowed her frequent reason for venturing to Netherfield to repay the courtesy of calls paid at Longbourn. Rare was the occasion that Mrs. Bennet did not conspire to send Kitty along with her elder sister; however, Mrs. Bennet was none the wiser that once she arrived at Netherfield, Kitty was most likely to be found in conversation with Jane and rarely spoke to Mr. Darcy beyond the necessary civilities. Jane did attempt to forward conversations between all of her guests, as any good hostess would be expected to do, and found little difficulty in initiating pleasant discussions between Kitty and Miss Darcy.

On one such occasion, Mr. Darcy realized he and Elizabeth had been left to converse amongst themselves, and suggested a walk along the circuit path bordering the woods. Mr. Bingley offered to accompany them as a proper chaperone, but within a few yards of the front door, excused himself to the stables with a knowing smile. The remaining two paid him little attention, as their time at Ashingdon had accustomed them to the notion of walking together, and both gladly embraced the opportunity to discuss subjects which could not be addressed in company – namely their correspondence.

“You must think me a fool for not knowing it was you writing those notes.” Elizabeth said, once they had gained a safe distance from the house.

“There were times when I was convinced you must know, or at least feared you would perceive my behavior as a reflection of my good information.”

“Such as?”

“The Yuletide Ball.”

Elizabeth could not hide her astonishment at his reference to an event so early in their correspondence. “I am beginning to wonder if you knew it was me from the very beginning.”

“On the contrary, initially I was intrigued as you, though you may remember a certain exchange on the merits of accomplished women?”

“And I all but quoted Miss Bingley.” Elizabeth laughed embarrassedly.

Mr. Darcy smiled in return, “Yes, the number of people in the room at the time those words were first spoken greatly decreased the ambiguity of your identity.”

“While at the time I did not consider any likelihood of my words being written to you. And that was before you absented yourself from Netherfield, which only strengthened my convictions! I now wonder how your end of our diligent correspondence was accomplished, were you secretly ensconced at Netherfield throughout the winter, or did Mr. Awdry assist you?”

“A man of ‘ten thousand a year’ has his resources, and may occasionally be inclined to use them quite frivolously.”

Mr. Darcy expected nothing less than silence and a raised eyebrow in response to such a statement, and Elizabeth did not disappoint.

“Thompson had already been dispatched to and from London on occasional errands by the time I first left Netherfield.” explained Mr. Darcy, “Let us say that during my time in London, he journeyed to and from Netherfield rather more frequently than my continued assistance to Mr. Bingley would require, and in the process became quite familiar with a certain shop in Meryton.”

“That would explain Matthew Awdry’s description…” Elizabeth mumbled, trailing off with embarrassment.

“I beg your pardon? I did not catch that.” Mr. Darcy inquired, his innocent tone contradicted by the impish curl of his lips.

“I believe I may safely assume that Thompson is a man of light build and coloring, with perhaps a preference for a brown coat?”

Surprised by the accurate description of his trusted courier, Mr. Darcy asked how she came to discover such information.

“When I discovered the book was missing.” Elizabeth replied sheepishly.

“And all this time you have been wondering what had occurred, who this man was and why he had not returned your last note – forgive me. There were many times in Hadleigh that I found myself wishing to tell you the truth, and I see now that I should have.”

“Not at all, sir. As much as I may have liked to know, our time at Ashingdon remains idyllic in my memory, and I can completely understand your reluctance to speak, as my former misconduct must have given you a great deal of pause. In fact I rather wonder at your courage to speak at all. Many a man would not have given himself the trouble.”

“Your assessment does not allow for sufficient inducement.” Mr. Darcy gazed intently at Elizabeth as he spoke, and after a few moments’ deliberation, stopped and turned towards her before he spoke again, his eyes never leaving hers.

“You may have noticed the book was missing something when I presented it to you. I can go no longer without giving you this.”
He reached into his pocket and withdrew a crisply folded sheet of paper, extending it towards her.

Elizabeth cautiously accepted the note, and looking up to see him nodding for her to open it, she carefully opened the folded parchment.

Dearest Elizabeth,

You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.

Fitzwilliam Darcy

Taking her free hand, Mr. Darcy spoke sincerely, though in a soft tone Elizabeth had not previously heard, “I thought you deserved a note that finally acknowledged the identity of its author.” Though unequal to verbal response, Elizabeth could not tear her eyes from his gaze, watching while his expression took on a hint of determination as he cleared his throat and spoke again, indicating towards his note.

“The sentiments expressed therein are entirely true. I can go no longer without conveying to you how I truly do admire and love you in a most ardent fashion. To own the truth, I have held these feelings for you for quite some time, and while I cannot point to the exact time of their origin, I hope you were aware of my regard, at least to some extent, while in Essex.”

Amidst her delight at hearing these words from the gentleman who had come to mean so much, she realized the imploring nature of his expression, and dropping her embarrassed gaze to their joined hands, willed herself to respond.

“Your manners were so charitable and considerate in Essex that I could not but appreciate your kindness. For any sentiment beyond that, I dared not hope.”

“And now that you have reason to hope, dare I hope for the same?”

The happy truth being revealed by their discourse could no longer be restrained, and with a brilliant smile, Elizabeth said playfully, “In all good conscience sir, I believe you must.”

Mr. Darcy laughed as he returned her smile, “Then please, dearest Elizabeth, say you will restrain your delightful teasing until I have made one further request of you, after which you will find me at leisure to be teased mercilessly to your heart’s content.”

Elizabeth sobered as she nodded her assent, watching amazedly as the master of Pemberley lowered himself to one knee, pressing her hand with both of his.

“I have long known that you, Elizabeth, shall be in sole possession of my love and affection for the rest of my days, and it is impossible for me to be content without you by my side. If you find yourself able to return my affections, I beg you relieve my suffering and consent to be my wife.”

Her radiant smile was enough to draw him to his feet, to which she replied by looking up to his face and answering softly, “Yes…yes, Fitzwilliam Darcy, I will marry you.”

It was but a moment before Elizabeth found herself the recipient of an eager embrace and a very tender first kiss.

“Forgive me, Elizabeth. It seems I will be forever exposing you to my assertive behavior.”

Placing a reassuring hand on his arm, she said, “It is alright…Fitzwilliam. I have long realized that your behavior is not so officious as I once believed.”

“Though you are undoubtedly shocked by my forward behavior.”

“Surprised perhaps, though as we were both witness to Mr. Bingley’s courting of my sister, I believe you are entitled to at least one spontaneous display of affection, despite your strength of character.”

Mr. Darcy grinned, and took her good humor as inducement to allow himself a second impulsive display of affection with a kiss upon her cheek before tucking her arm neatly into his and continuing their walk.

Elizabeth smiled widely in response before adding impishly, “I should warn you perhaps, that while I might not object to so devoted a fiancé, Mr. Bingley’s behavior led my father to humorously refer to him as Jane’s barnacle, and if he believes you half as besotted as that poor gentleman, he may invent an amusing appellation for you as well.”

Elizabeth knew Mr. Darcy’s good humor to be unprecedented as he laughed deeply in response. “Well then, perhaps I should warn him not to be alarmed if his most beautiful daughter is frequently trailed by the largest puppy he has ever seen, as puppies from the northern wilds of Derbyshire are as persistent as they are committed, and can be quite unshakable.”

Mr. Darcy could not but follow this remark with a display of his commitment, and pulled her arm closer to his as he pressed his free hand over hers. Elizabeth, however felt quite a different response to be necessary, and with a mischievous grin, removed herself from his arm, skipping ahead down the path and looking back to see if she could goad her new “puppy” into running in pursuit, and he did.

Upon their return to Netherfield, it was but a few moments’ work for the Bingleys to discern the particular event likely to have taken place during the course of Mr. Darcy and Miss Elizabeth’s walk, and not many moments longer before their suspicions were confirmed. Fond congratulations were offered by all, Miss Darcy could not contain her excitement at gaining such a compassionate sister, and Miss Catherine Bennet seemed a mix of well wishes and relief that through Mr. Darcy’s engagement to her sister, her mother could no longer pressure a match between said gentleman and herself.

The hour for the Miss Bennets’ departure soon arrived, and after a brief discussion, it was decided that Mr. Darcy would accompany them in returning to Longbourn, that he might address Mr. Bennet for his consent. As the carriage rolled towards Longbourn, Mr. Darcy began to wonder if the amount of Mr. Bennet’s good information ought to have been discussed between himself and Elizabeth before approaching the gentleman, but there was nothing to be done for it now.

Elizabeth knocked on the library door and at her father’s bidding, entered the room and informed her father that Mr. Darcy had escorted them home in hopes of discussing a matter of some importance. Mr. Bennet observed his daughter’s serene smile and responded in kind before he requested that she see the gentleman in, and as she made to exit the library, he motioned for her to remain and seat herself in a nearby chair, as there could be nothing to discuss that she could not hear.

“Mr. Bennet,” Mr. Darcy began formally as he seated himself before the elder gentleman’s desk, “Your daughter Miss Elizabeth has accepted my offer of marriage, and I have come to seek your consent and blessing to my request for her hand.”

“Well sir, as I know you to be an honorable gentleman and you have gained my daughter’s approval, I see no reason to deny your request. Although,” Mr. Bennet turned his eyes towards his daughter, “not long ago, I would have expected some degree of hesitancy on her part due to a particular friendship she would not wish to forsake.”

“Papa,” Elizabeth protested embarrassedly, “I should have informed you sooner. The friend you refer to and the gentleman seated before you are one and the same.”

“I know.” Mr. Bennet answered, struggling to control his merriment.

“You…you do?” Elizabeth stumbled incredulously.

“Yes, I rather wonder that you did not suspect him sooner, though through the eyes of an impartial observer, perhaps these things can be seen more clearly. I always say many a person does not conceal their inner struggles as effectively as they believe.” Mr. Bennet cast Mr. Darcy a pointed glance as he said the last, causing the younger gentleman to see his “odd” behavior at a certain engagement party in a different light, which given his strange looks over dinner and request that Mr. Darcy turn the pages for his daughter, quickly became a source of consternation for said gentleman.

Amused by his success at ruffling the feathers of his future son, Mr. Bennet turned his attention back to his daughter, “I am certain, my Lizzy, that the interesting series of events leading to this juncture are of little consequence now that the two of you have finally come to an understanding, though your noteworthy courtship has given me no little entertainment, and I am glad to have played an active part in it.”

Elizabeth looked at her father confusedly, while Mr. Darcy realized he may have made a grievous error in addressing Mr. Bennet before providing certain details to Elizabeth. He may have escaped being called onto the carpet by Mr. Bennet only to the effect of earning the same action from Miss Elizabeth Bennet.

“If I might ask you to excuse us, Mr. Bennet, there is a small matter I would like to address with your daughter.”

The anxiety he had inspired in the young gentleman provided Mr. Bennet with sufficient amusement for him to forgive the concern he himself had been caused by Mr. Darcy’s last departure from Hertfordshire, and he cordially excused himself.

“Elizabeth, I imagine you are curious as to the ‘active role’ which your father mentioned, and let me assure you while it is nothing dreadful, I fear my having neglected to tell you previously may make you very cross with me.”

Mr. Darcy glanced up at Elizabeth as he continued, “There was a point when it was brought to my attention that your father knew of my identity, and his knowledge of my regard for you, which apparently dates back to your sister’s engagement party, and explains his motivation for asking you to play while I turned the pages.” Elizabeth chuckled at this, and Mr. Darcy joined silently as he shook his head, neither of them surprised that Mr. Bennet would act in such a way. “Your father confronted me not long before the Bingley’s wedding. You may imagine my surprise at entering the bookshop to leave you a note, and finding your father waiting for my arrival.”

Elizabeth gasped. “Dare I ask what he said to you?”

“His duty as your father to protect you was exercised well, and I thought he would escort me to Longbourn directly if not for his belief that his daughter ‘would not take kindly to an obligatory offer of marriage in the aftermath of her suitor being called onto the carpet by her father.’ He tried to warn me of your ill opinion…”

“…and the result of his pressuring was our terrible confrontation after the wedding.” Elizabeth said dismally.

“Not at all. I informed him that I had already resolved to reveal myself to you. In fact, the note I left for you that day was the very one in which I suggested that we meet, and it had already been written before I left Netherfield for the bookshop. Your father’s presence had little impact on my resolve, and confident as I was, I did not heed your father’s warning.”

“I believe my conduct that fateful day was more than sufficient punishment in and of itself.”

“My intent in discussing this was not to distress you. I might remind you of your own philosophy to think of the past only as its remembrance brings your pleasure, or suggest my own that forgiveness is not to be given lightly, as with it comes the implication that in accepting it, all is to be forgotten. We have long since agreed to forget that day, and if you can forgive me of my secrecy, we shall forget this one as well.”

“That, I am afraid, we cannot do.” Elizabeth replied seriously.

“No?”

The penitent expression on his face led Elizabeth to envision him as a schoolboy, complete with messy hair and tattered breeches, offering a switch for the administration of his punishment, no small feat considering that the gentleman stood no less than a foot taller than she.

“No.” she smiled, “For I shall always remember this day as the happiest, the day you professed your admiration and gifted me with your proposal, and it is ludicrous for you to suggest I forget it.”

Mr. Darcy returned her smile, and given the warmth of her expression, could not but offer her a light kiss on the cheek as he thanked her for such kind understanding.

“Now if we are careful, I believe we may be able to steal away into the gardens before my mother discovers you and keeps you for tea.”

“Your suggestion of the gardens is an excellent one, though contrary to your belief, I think tea to be a fine idea.”

Now that an engagement had been formed and officially announced between Mr. Darcy and Miss Elizabeth, certain privileges were enjoyed which would not have been allowed under previous circumstances. Scarcely a day passed in which Mr. Darcy did not journey to Longbourn with his sister and remain for much of the day, or arrive shortly after breakfast with a curricle to whisk his fiancée off to Netherfield for the day.

It was on just such an occasion that Mr. Darcy drove Miss Elizabeth towards her sister’s home, though to her surprise, instead of passing through the gates to approach the great house, he drove on, stopping their conveyance before the stables.

Mr. Darcy wordlessly descended from the curricle, and came around the horses to assist Miss Elizabeth, still without explanation as he offered his arm to escort her.

“Am I not to learn why today’s visit begins with the stables?”

Mr. Darcy smiled innocently, “We great men must keep some secrets, lest the ladies always hold us at a disadvantage.”

No further explanation was offered as Mr. Darcy guided Elizabeth into the stables, where as surprised as she was to see a familiar dappled head poke out as they approached the horse’s stall, she was even further surprised to hear Mr. Darcy refer to the horse as hers.

“I have never seen you mounted upon one of your father’s horses, and thought you might prefer the horse that suited you so well in Hadleigh.”

“Though I do appreciate the docile nature of this horse with which you have so thoughtfully gifted me, perhaps it would be better said that the company suited me well. I find I am not so indifferent to riding as I once was, and though I may never have the passion for it that some do, accompanying the gentleman who holds my affections in one of his favorite pastimes can never be so trying an experience.”

Mr. Darcy smile fondly at his beloved, clasping her hands in his. ”Then I am glad you shall enjoy riding with me, my love.”

Elizabeth smiled broadly as she replied, “And here I thought this horse was intended for Georgiana.”

“Do not worry,” he said, gesturing to the next stall, “I have made adequate provision for her as well.”

Mr. Darcy then showed Elizabeth the white pony he had purchased for Georgiana, indicating that the two Connemaras had been foaled the same year, and would likely be glad not to be separated. He then suggested they inform the Bingleys of their arrival, and offered his arm to escort her to the house.

“I do appreciate your thoughtfulness, Fitzwilliam.”

“I am glad to hear it, though I intend to give you many more appropriate gifts as well. I realize a horse may not have been your ideal, and while I wish to always stable a horse you would feel comfortable riding, do not feel obligated to indulge in the pastime any more frequently than you desire.”

Elizabeth laid her free hand upon his arm and looked earnestly into his eyes. “I was in earnest when I said the experience is more enjoyable when accompanied by the man I love.”

“Elizabeth,” he breathed, reaching to brush his finger across her cheek, “I do love you so.”

“As I love you, William.”

Her first declaration of love coupled with so familiar an appellation could not but encourage him to express himself as sensibly and as warmly as a man violently in love can be supposed to do, such that it was some minutes before the couple approached the house.

As much as the betrothed couple may have wished to spend each day of their engagement in such a way, detailed planning of the wedding soon placed its requirements on their time together, Elizabeth and her mother handling the majority of the arrangements, while Mr. Darcy took up what few tasks he could, such as the settlement papers and meeting with the rector of Longbourn’s parish.

After such tasks had been completed, Mr. Darcy dutifully reported his success to the ladies concerned, not neglecting the opportunity to steal his fiancée away that they might converse in the garden.

“I have just come from securing Mr. Martin’s services for the ceremony. I am glad your mother did not suggest your cousin for the office, as more than one circumstance would have been cause for discomfort.”

“Yes, and it is quite providential that only one deterrent was sufficient for my mother, as she is not knowledgeable of all of them. What would people think to know we have assaulted a man of the cloth in such a way? We should be grateful it happened so far from home, else we might have trouble finding a rector willing to perform a wedding ceremony for so infamous a pair.”

“I must admit I was tempted to lay hands on him long before that day at Ashingdon.”

“Is that so? And when might that have been?”

“The day he coerced you into taking his arm as we walked to Thompson’s pond.”

“It certainly would have made things easier for me if you had. Is that why you walked back with me?”

“When I offered you my hand, I believe I acted before I had the chance to give it much thought, after all I was still foolishly fighting my attraction to you, but even then I knew I could not bear to see you suffering that odious man’s company. At the time I was under the false impression that you truly were to be his wedded wife, and I cannot tell you of the revulsion I felt at the idea of your being tied to that man for the rest of your days.”

“Well I am glad you have been disabused of that notion, as I believe you now know my father well enough to recognize that he would not have forced such a match, regardless of Mr. Collins’ position as heir to the estate. Though imagine my mother’s shock at seeing Mr. Collins return without me that day. We are fortunate she did not see you in his place, as it would have only added to my crimes.”

Mr. Darcy’s lack of understanding was evident upon his face.

“After all,” Elizabeth clarified impishly, “you were intended to walk with Kitty.”

It was with great pleasure that Mr. and Mrs. Bingley hosted a dinner in honor of Mr. Darcy and Miss Elizabeth, and though such a gathering was by no means an unusual way to celebrate an engagement, the married couple could not but be overjoyed by the impeding union of their sister and close friend.

Mr. Bingley needed not trouble himself over the seating arrangements at dinner, as he and his wife were in complete agreement as to the positioning of their guests. Mr. Darcy and Miss Elizabeth were allowed the pleasure of being seated side by side, surrounded by Miss Darcy, Mr. Bennet, and Mr. Bingley, and with little effort from the liveliest members of their group, conversation was steady and rarely allowed interjection by those at the opposite end of the table.

As the meal came to an end, Mr. Bennet teasingly waved off the convention of separating from the ladies, as he was becoming quite familiar with the besotted preferences of his daughter’s admirers. It was with a great deal of amusement that Mr. Bennet suggested that the betrothed couple repeat their previous actions by entertaining the company with his daughter at the pianoforte and Mr. Darcy to turn the pages. The couple was happy to comply, and remained at the piano through several pieces, both finally able to enjoy the other’s proximity in anticipation of having the scene repeated many an evening at Pemberley. Shoulder brushes were no longer discomfiting as they were admittedly enjoyable, and the degree of contact between thighs and calves was neither here nor there as to the rest of the party it was not discernable behind the large instrument.

Alas propriety did require that Miss Elizabeth allow the other ladies present adequate time to display their own talents, and at length she acquiesced to its demands. Miss Darcy was entreated to take her future sister’s place, and at her brother’s hesitation, insisted that she would be playing a few selections from memory, and would have no need of his ‘superior talents at page turning’ as Mr. Bennet had termed them.

Mr. Darcy escorted Elizabeth to a comfortable sofa where they might enjoy his sister’s playing, and following her performance, enjoy their being situated slightly away from the rest of those assembled. With such a degree of relative privacy, Elizabeth asked Mr. Darcy to tell her of Pemberley, as while she had heard much of the place, she believed the most trustworthy assessment would come from the master himself.

As Mr. Darcy described the size of the park, and detailed the additions and renovations of previous generations which made up the current state of the house, Elizabeth was stuck by the thought that to be mistress of so grand a house, in the tradition of many great Mrs. Darcy’s before her, must truly be something. To assume that such thoughts would inhibit her desire to tease, however, would be ill-judged indeed.

“Does it compare to the modern splendor of Rosings Park?” she asked impertinently.

“Perhaps in terms of the cost of fireplaces and number of staircases, though in essentials I have always fond Rosings to be very formal, where as for Pemberley, I do not think nature could have done more.”

“But does it have excellent glazing upon the windows or shelves specifically designed for practicality in the closets?”

Mr. Darcy smirked in her direction, “Miss Elizabeth, I believe you tease.”

“Indeed, sir.” Miss Elizabeth smiled back, “I see you begin to understand me.”

Elizabeth rested her fingertips lightly upon his knee as she added sincerely, “By what you have described, and with the addition of your own residence there, I am sure I will like Pemberley very much.”

The next six weeks saw a flurry of activity within the walls of Longbourn, as wedding plans were amended and revised as soon as they were completed. On more than one occasion was Mrs. Bennet convinced that were it not for his ten thousand a year, she would insist upon an additional month at least, despite his expressed desire to return to his estate before the harvest. Elizabeth entreaties that a small wedding would be better suited to their time constraints were uniformly ignored by her mother, and while Mr. Darcy’s supportive requests along the same vein were accepted courteously, they had little effect on the end result. Nothing short of an act of God would deter Mrs. Bennet from providing a wedding ceremony and breakfast appropriate for the future Mrs. Darcy, and aside from the untimely withering of a dozen rose bushes ordered from London, nothing did.

Lady Catherine was of course livid once news of the engagement reached her, and while the letter written soon after was as angry and abusive as one might expect from so imperious a lady, it’s language was not greatly different from the letter she sent her nephew after he supported and contributed to such a scandal at Ashingdon. Those family members of greater importance to the groom were in attendance on the occasion of his wedding, and as Mr. Darcy’s breath caught in his chest while he watched his beloved bride walk down the aisle towards him, he knew he could have no cause to repine.

So it was that the unsurpassable joy Mrs. Bennet felt on the wedding day of her dearest Jane was equaled the day her second daughter married a man of ten thousand a year. Whether or not Mr. Collins eventually married or bore a son to inherit Longbourn became less of a concern to the Bennets, no matter how slight the change of disquiet was in Mrs. Bennet, as they found themselves secure in the good fortune of their connection to the Darcys and the Bingleys. For the two happy couples, interaction with relations close and distant, pleasant and unpleasant could not be entirely avoided, though the length of the journey to Derbyshire proved quite effective for the Darcys and in time for the Bingleys as well, when they purchased an estate not thirty miles from Pemberley. Though the level of improvement in the remaining Miss Bennets’ comportment varied from sister to sister, and the opinion of the person relating the information, each did eventually marry, much to their mother’s relief and satisfaction.

As for the Darcys and the Bingleys, no two sisters could have found more devoted husbands, nor two friends be more pleased to become brothers. It became common practice for the two young families to visit their friends at Ashingdon each spring, excepting the occasional season of confinement for one of the three ladies, causing the reunion to be delayed or relocated. Many years later, Mr. and Mrs. Darcy would watch their children chasing Edward and Emma Bingley down the beach or joining in a game of cricket where an aging Mr. Beaumont happily bowled to his children, all the while reflecting on the many years they had spent in just such activities, all starting with their first journey to Hadleigh, so many years before.

It must also be said of Mr. and Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy that Mr. Bennet always understood why when either received a book from the other as a gift, as by nature they frequently did, the widest smiles and fondest looks were reserved for the loose unmarked sheet to be found tucked within the book’s pages.

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