the prudent motive
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The Prudent Motive
By Malini
Beginning,Next Section
A little bit of context: Some of you are familiar with this story,
completed about a year ago, and it exists in completed version in the
BoI archive. However, it has been some time now since I have
contemplated revisions to it, and I have decided now to undertake
them, partly so that I might have more impetus to complete the sequel,
which seems to be withering away. How extensive the revisions will be
remains to be seen, but as the story largely exists as a fait accompli I
can safely promise that it will proceed at a brisk and regular pace as
compared to my other stories, and that it will not detract from my
writing of them.
The opening, obviously, is not mine but Miss Austen's; the point of
divergence should not be hard to locate.
Part 1
Posted on Wednesday, 7 July 1999
"In vain I have struggled. It will not do. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I
admire and love you."
Elizabeth's astonishment was beyond expression. She stared, coloured, doubted, and
was silent. This he considered sufficient encouragement; and the avowal of all that he
felt, and had long felt for her, immediately followed. He spoke well; but there were
feelings other than those of the heart to be detailed, and he was not more eloquent on
the subject of tenderness than that of pride. His sense of her inferiority -- of its being a
degradation -- of the family obstacles which judgement had always opposed to
inclination, were dwelt on with a warmth which seemed due to the consequence he
was wounding, but was very unlikely to recommend his suit. In spite of her deeply-rooted dislike, she could not be insensible to the compliment of such a man's affection,
and she was sorry for the pain he was to receive. He concluded with representing to
her the strength of that attachment which, in spite of all his endeavors, he had found
impossible to conquer; and with expressing his hope that it would now be rewarded by
her acceptance of his hand. As he said this, she could easily see that he had no doubt
of a favorable answer. He spoke of apprehension and anxiety, but his countenance
expressed real security.
When he had done, she tried to compose herself to answer him with patience, as she
formulated her answer.
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"In such cases as these, it is, I believe, the established mode to express a sense of
obligation for the sentiments avowed, however unequally they may be returned. But I
cannot -- I have never desired your good opinion, and you have certainly bestowed it
most unwillingly
But as she prepared to speak, Mr. Collins' words echoed through her mind.
"It is by no means certain that another offer of marriage may ever be made to you."
And she remembered Charlotte's admonishment; indeed, she would be a simpleton if
she allowed her fancy for Wickham to slight a man of ten times his consequence.
Perhaps Charlotte was right after all; she had accurately predicted Mr. Darcy's
attachment, while Elizabeth herself had been utterly blind to his ardour. And Elizabeth
recalled her friend's other pronouncements; "Happiness in marriage is entirely a
matter of chance."Certainly she had been proven incorrect about Mr. Darcy's
indifference to her; was it that her rational philosophy was a liability in making her
way through an irrational world, or was it simply that in taking one false step she hadmisjudged him entirely? No, she could not have been thus far mistaken. And certainly
she did not reciprocate his sentiments. To accept him would be an act of bad faith. It
would not do. And yet it was inconceivable on so many levels that she do otherwise.
She turned toward him.
"I thank you, sir, for your assurances, and I would be honoured to be your wife," she
heard herself say, and bit her lip in disbelief.
The gentleman was hardly surprised at her response, yet its effect on him was marked.
"Elizabeth!" he exclaimed, and stepped closer to her. Elizabeth was afraid for a
moment that he might forget himself, but much to her relief he exhibited his usual
impeccable restraint, and moved on decisively to the more practical matters at hand.
"Longbourn is but half a day's journey from here. I will leave tomorrow to speak with
your father. You would, perhaps, like me to carry back letters for your family?"
Elizabeth nodded, thinking of their reaction to his news. That her mother would be
ecstatic she did not doubt, but she was concerned for her father. She wondered how
she would justify herself to him. He knew her too well to imagine her attached to Mr.Darcy, and he could not be satisfied to see her married without love.
"You are to dine at Rosings the day after. I will have returned by then, and informed
Lady Catherine of our engagement. She will.. she must receive you with all the dignity
due to my future wife," he continued, as much to himself as to her.
Having said thus much, Darcy excused himself. He said he would come by the next
morning for her letters, and in bidding her farewell, he reached for her hand and raised
it to his lips. He then bowed slightly, and left the room.
Elizabeth wondered whether he had noticed how she had flinched at his touch.
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Part II
Posted on Thursday, 8 July 1999
As Darcy departed for Hertfordshire the next day, he contemplated his situation. He
had had a hard time of it convincing his aunt of the necessity of his absence withoutexplaining his motive, and he knew that he must face her ire when she was confronted
with it. He would make the necessary declaration immediately upon his return, that
much he had already determined. Aunt Catherine must know that he could never
marry his cousin Anne; it was imperative that he deflate her hopes on that count. He
was more concerned about how she would react to the news of his engagement. The
objections she would undoubtedly raise he was well acquainted with; he had grappled
with them and far worse for many months now. Aware as she was of the inferiority of
Miss Bennet's connections, she was necessarily ignorant of the lack of gentility of her
family. Not that she had any rightful cause to complain of them; Darcy was well aware
that his aunt's manners betrayed a dreadful lack of taste. He blushed to think of how
dismissively she had treated his Elizabeth. That could not continue. It was not hisaunt's wrath that concerned Darcy; it was the fact that she might refuse to
acknowledge his future wife as such. Elizabeth must be received with due propriety at
Rosings; any less would belittle him as much as it would her.
As he thought of the task that lay ahead of him, Darcy shuddered. He could not but
think that the Bennets would welcome the match, but that he was voluntarily
subjecting himself to such connections was still almost incomprehensible. He winced
as he imagined Mrs. Bennet's raptures when she found out that her daughter was to be
so advantageously connected. Still, the lady herself rendered these concerns
inconsequential. He could not wait to show her his home; he had no doubt that he hadfound a woman fit to be called the mistress of Pemberley. As for her relations, he had
seen her too often mortified at the behaviour of her family to think that she would
embarrass him with reprehensible connections at his home.
About Miss Bennet, Darcy was more concerned. He was fair enough to admit that her
behaviour had never been questionable, and he would not wish to deprive his wife of
the company of her favourite sister. But he feared that his friend had not recovered
sufficiently to be able to meet her as a common and indifferent acquaintance. And he
was by no means convinced that she returned his friend's regard. That she would be
prevailed upon to accept him, he did not doubt; she was of a temperament as pliable as
that of Bingley, and her mother's wishes would hold sway. And he did not wish to seehis friend married to a woman who, as much as she esteemed him, was unable to
return his love.
In his own case, a similar concern could not hold. Elizabeth could not have been
prevailed upon to accept a man whose feelings she did not reciprocate; he was fairly
certain that she had refused her cousin, and he was aware that her mother had been
eager to forward that match. Although the comparison between himself and the
obsequious parson was a laughable one, it did show that Elizabeth knew her own
mind. That she had been anticipating his addresses had been long evident in the
archness of her manner when they conversed. He suspected that she had been privy to
his comment upon first meeting her. "She is tolerable, I suppose, but not handsomeenough to tempt me."How laughable that now seemed. He was sacrificing his every
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avowed intention in seeking to make her his wife. She was the only woman who had
held her own against him; he remembered that she had in fact refused him a dance at
the Lucas's party. He had been given a taste of his own medicine time and again; she
had never found herself at a loss for words. And for her habit of showing him his place
decidedly, but always in a manner that could not but please, she had won of him his
heart. That she was his equal he had long acknowledged; that he could not bringhimself to rejoice in her connections was only natural and just. And although his
doubts on that score continued, he was no less confident that he would be
compensated for them by a partner who must fulfil his ideal of marital felicity. That
she returned his sentiments was of course evident in her spirited manner, and while he
had not been blind to her hesitation at allowing his slight embrace, he acknowledged
that such a reaction was a natural consequence of her modesty, and that with a closer
acquaintance she would learn to be more comfortable with the intimacies which must
ensue between them.
As the carriage pulled into Longbourn, Darcy was drawn out of his pleasant reveries.
He stepped out, and was announced to the lady of the house.
"Mr. Darcy! You are welcome to Longbourn," she said, with more surprise than
warmth in her manner.
"Good Afternoon, ma'am," he responded, with a slight bow, "if I might speak with
your husband? It is a matter of some urgency."
"He is in his study," she said, "I suppose he will see you there. Hil! Show the
gentleman to Mr. Bennet, will you!"
"Mr. Darcy! How may I help you?" Came Mr. Bennet's inquiry. Was it possible that
they were so entirely ignorant of his intentions!
"Mr. Bennet," he said, "I have come to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage."
Mr. Bennet was utterly flustered at his request. Mr. Darcy had a partiality for his
daughter! Which daughter? He had not seen them in at least two months.
"My daughter..."
"Miss Elizabeth Bennet. I spoke to her yesterday, and obtained her consent to solicit
your blessing."
"You have spoken to Lizzy? You have been at Hunsford, then?"
"My aunt, Lady Catherine, is the mistress of a neighbouring estate, Rosings Park. I
have been visiting there these last several weeks."
"Lady Catherine is your aunt, eh! I understand from our cousin that she is a lady of
great condescension," the older man replied, with a twinkle in his eyes.
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Although he concurred with this opinion, Darcy flushed to hear his relation so
described. He decided, however, to return to the more pressing issue at hand.
"As I mentioned, sir, your daughter has permitted my addresses, and it remains only
for you to authorise our engagement," he said, rather shortly, and then collected
himself, as he saw that Mr. Bennet remained unconvinced. "Almost from the firstmoments of our acquaintance, sir, I have known that we were ideally suited for one
another, and in our interaction with each other I have found daily confirmation of this.
I admit that I was somewhat reluctant to allow an attachment to form, but I have come
to realise that without your daughter my life must remain incomplete. I have been so
fortunate as to have gained her acceptance of my suit, and I must ask you for your
blessing."
Mr. Bennet was looking at him thoughtfully. Darcy continued to speak.
"I can assure you, sir, that I am well able to maintain her in the style in which she
deserves to live. My fortune is sizeable enough that she can want for nothing material,and my affection and esteem for her must ensure that she will be treated with the
utmost consideration."
Mr. Bennet was perplexed. He saw before him a man violently in love, that much was
certain. That he was, in sense and understanding, suited to Lizzy also seemed likely.
But Lizzy had been so earnest in her protestations of hatred. It was almost
inconceivable that she had accepted him. But of course she must have, or Darcy would
not be before him now. He supposed that she must have come to value this man. She
could not have accepted him on any other terms.
"I have no objection to make, Mr. Darcy. If Lizzy has accepted you, I would not wish
to lay any obstacles in the way of her happiness. I must say, I dearly wish I could
speak to her right now."
"Thank you, sir. I assure you that I will do everything in my power to further her
happiness. She did give me a letter for you, sir, and one for your wife."
Darcy handed him the letters, and took his leave.
Mr. Bennet perused his letter thoughtfully. Lizzy corraborated everything Mr. Darcy
had said, but there was an unusual lack of liveliness in her letter. It was only naturalthat she should have some concerns about so important a decision. He hoped, though,
that she would not regret her choice.
"You are determined to have him, that much I can see. He does deserve you, Lizzy, I
hope you know that. I know your disposition. You could be neither happy nor
respectable unless you truly esteemed your husband. Your lively talents would place
you in the greatest danger in an unequal marriage."
Part III
Posted on Saturday, 10 July 1999
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Darcy sighed with relief as the carriage pulled out of the gates of Longbourn. He had
of course spent the night there, since Netherfield was unoccupied at present, and he
had not wished to slight his future in-laws by refusing their hospitality. But it was
impossible to deny that in staying with them the objections to his impending marriage
had became, if possible, even more starkly apparent without the pleasantly mitigating
effects of the object of his affections. He had been taking a stroll in the park when Mr.Bennet had informed the family of the forthcoming nuptials, but even at a
considerable distance from the house he could swear that the words "ten thousand a
year!"in Mrs. Bennet's habitually high-strung pitch had reached his ears. For the rest
of the day he had been subjected to kind of deference that could not but offend; the
younger Miss Bennets had, apparently at their mother's urging, endeavoured to
ascertain his tastes in food, a circumstance that would have amused him had he not
been always aware of the fact that such was the behaviour of his future relatives. Mrs.
Bennet had been too much in awe of him to injure herself in his eyes any further; her
sister, the unfortunate Mrs. Phillips, however, had not been able to resist a most
tasteless inquisition on the subject of his material wealth. Lydia Bennet had succeeded
in offending as well; she had announced the engagement in the most unguarded ofterms to some of the officers of the regiment who had come around to the house.
"Lizzy is to marry that proud Mr. Darcy. Could you have imagined such a thing? He
must be very rich, for of course she can not love him!"He had heard her exclamations
as he returned to the house, and the words still stung in his ears.
As the carriage reached the vicinity of Rosings, Darcy realized that it was still some
time before the Collins and their guests were to come to dinner. If he were to head
back to the house now he knew he would have to explain himself to Lady Catherine.
He knew that if she learnt of his betrothal she might very well refuse to receive Miss
Bennet. And Darcy was determined not to allow her this option. For his cousin Anne's
sake he would not make the declaration after Elizabeth's arrival. But he would wait
until such a time when it would be impossible to cancel the engagement for dinner.
For the present, he decided to stop the carriage and walk back to Rosings through the
woods. This would buy him the time he needed, as well as the solitude he required to
fortify him for his encounter with his aunt. And the woods of Rosings held pleasant
associations for him. In his childhood they had been his only recourse against the
tyranny of his aunt, and in the last few weeks, he had, on many an occasion,
encountered his beloved walking through these very groves. He had met her in her
favorite spots, and observed her growing perplexity at his continuing silence. That was
all in the past now. He had overcome his doubts, and spoken his affection. They need
no longer meet as strangers, and part in silence.
Elizabeth had spent a troubled night after Mr. Darcy's departure. The short letters she
had handed him the next day had been the product of much thoughtful consideration;
she could hardly express herself with anything approaching honesty without giving
much sorrow to her family, or at least to her father. Many a time did she contemplate
putting an end to this farcical engagement. Mr. Darcy had acknowledged his doubts
about the match; he would certainly recover from his disappointment quickly. But she
held back from this drastic step, and she could hardly express why. Though she could
not admit to herself that she felt for him in the way she was convinced a woman ought
to for a man soon to be her husband, she had an unshakable conviction that she couldnot bear to exist in the world and have him think ill of her. At times she would come
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close to believing that she could be happy with him; his affection for her certainly
boded well, and she had never questioned his sense and understanding. Then thoughts
of Jane would intrude, and Wickham's words would come back to her, and she would
clearly visualise the misery that lay ahead in a life shared with him. But troubled
though she was by these thoughts, they could not persuade her to abandon the course
she had chosen.
The next day, she confided in Charlotte of her engagement. Elizabeth had thought that
they would never again be as close as they were wont to be after her wedding, but
under the present circumstances she was ideally suited as Lizzy's confidante. Charlotte
was extremely pleased for her friend, of course, and not entirely surprised. She
rejoiced that Lizzy had not allowed her romantic notions to overshadow what must
undoubtedly be in her best interest, but she realised that Lizzy, despite her acceptance,
might not be entirely reconciled to the match. She tactfully avoided any references to
the material considerations that Lizzy had evidently taken into account, but might not
be proud of, and spoke of how well the two were suited. Charlotte was a pragmatist,
but she was not blind to the less quantifiable criteria for choosing a partner in life thather friend had earlier defended. Though it had been in her own best interests to settle
down with a man lacking in understanding, she was happy that her friend had found a
man whose consequence was no more admirable than his sense. Charlotte, like Jane,
had always had a value for Mr. Darcy; his pride she saw as a natural consequence of
his position, and she had not been so entirely comfortable in their Hertfordshire circle
to be blind to its deficiencies he must have perceived in it. Lizzy's liveliness she saw
as a fitting complement to his gravity, and she had hoped for this conclusion ever
since Lizzy had been persuaded to dance with him at the Netherfield ball.
Lizzy was much comforted by her conference with Charlotte; the marriage as her
friend represented it to her seemed more than endurable, and Charlotte's
recommendation of Mr. Darcy was so glowing as to make her think that she might
almost be able to love the man. Certainly, if Charlotte could be content with Mr.
Collins, her own chances of marital felicity must be high indeed. Mr. Darcy's
attachment could not be the imaginary affection that Mr. Collins had first professed to
her, and then almost immediately diverted to Charlotte; his own account of how he
had struggled with his feelings were a strong testimonial in his favor. And her inability
to terminate the engagement must signify some return.
Her feelings were entirely unsettled. As she thought back to their every playful
interchange, it became overwhelmingly obvious that he had long been struggling withhis feelings for her. Her own actions, however, she was unable to account for. That she
had been piqued at his dismissal of her at the Meryton assembly she understood, and
this sentiment had coloured her view of him was clear. But she realised that her views
had not remained so one-dimensional; she had come to respect his abilities, although
his manner she was never comfortable with. His words from only a few days earlier
came back to her. "We neither of us perform to strangers."Was it possible that their
awkwardness had sprung from nothing other than unfamiliarity?
As Lizzy deliberated over her future, she found herself once again in the woods where
she had often sought solace in these last few weeks. It was only a short while before
they were to leave for Rosings. After tonight, there would be no turning back. Herengagement would be as good as public, and she could not break it without exciting
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comment, and inviting speculation. And at this crucial juncture, her feelings were a
most inadequate guide. She could not quite reconcile herself to the match, but she was
becoming powerless to break it off. Her family already knew of the engagement,
which necessarily meant that the news had spread all over Meryton and the nearby
villages. And tonight, his closest relatives would learn of it; in fact, had perhaps learnt
of it already. She smiled, thinking of Lady Catherine's reaction, but grew grave againas she returned to her own dilemma. And as she walked through the woods, pondering
the most important decision of her life, Elizabeth Bennet gave in to a sudden impulse,
and, not quite knowing what she did, she wept from an uncertainty more troubling
than any grievance she could name.
Strolling through the woods, Mr. Darcy found himself drawn once again to the nook
Elizabeth had informed him was her favorite. It was, indeed, ideally suited to solitary
reflection, although he could not but think of it without seeing her there with him.
There were obstacles, no doubt, to their future happiness still, but the most important
had been removed. Inevitable though his vacillation had been, he realized now that hecould not have acted otherwise. If he had squandered precious time in reaching this
conclusion, he would have a lifetime to make it up to Elizabeth, and have always the
comfort of being secure in his decision. All that remained now was to announce his
intentions forth to the world, and to carry them forth to fruition. He found himself
almost anticipating his interview with his aunt. Whatever her reaction tonight might
be, and he had no doubt that her opposition would be violent, she would not be able to
prevent the wedding. His step quickened as he approached the happy spot, and his
mind was agreeably occupied on a pair of fine eyes. So entranced was he in his mind's
eye, that he very nearly did not observe the sight before him. Elizabeth stood there, a
very short distance away, weeping piteously.
"Miss Bennet,... Elizabeth," he said, and reaching towards her, he cradled her in his
arms. She was yet to remark on his presence, and continued to shed her tears on his
chest. And even as he realised that she must be suffering grievously, he knew he
would not have it any other way, than that he should be there to hold her as she wept.
He let her cry, and waited for the explanation that must follow once she had dried her
tears.
Elizabeth hardly knew what she did. She had not noticed his presence until he had
reached for her, and for some minutes afterward, she continued to weep, unable to
collect herself. As her tears began to dry, however, she began to see the impropriety ofher situation. He had not interrupted her; for this she was inexpressibly grateful. But
though he had not pressed for one, he would undoubtedly expect an explanation, and
she had none to give.
"Mr. Darcy, I... I did not see you coming," she said as she drew back. "Excuse me."
She met his eyes once more, helplessly, not knowing what more to say, then looked
away quickly. And with that, she fled in the direction of the parsonage.
Darcy looked on, mystified.
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Part IV
Posted on Tuesday, 13 July 1999
Charlotte was exceedingly puzzled. Lizzy had returned from her walk visibly shaken,
with only minutes to dress for dinner at Rosings. Any confidences she might havebeen willing to share was necessarily postponed because of Mr. Collins' plaintive
entreaties for a punctual arrival at Rosings. Her friend was very far from her usual self,
but she had declined Charlotte's offer that she remain behind at the parsonage again.
So evidently she was prepared to be presented as Lady Catherine's future niece. But
such a presentation was yet to be made. It was obvious from Mr. Darcy's countenance
that his affection for her friend continued unabated, but it was equally apparent that he
was as worried about her as Charlotte herself. She was at a loss to account for the
source of Lizzy's anxiety, or for Darcy's silence. She realised that the one must have
brought about the other, but she could not imagine what the matter might be. Lizzy
could not have broken off the match, or she would not have subjected herself to this
ordeal. And surely there was no necessity for a secret engagement. Mr. Darcypossessed his fortune independently, so there could be no financial concerns. That his
aunt would decry the connection seemed almost certain, but there was no real
possibility of altering her opinion, and Mr. Darcy, having made an offer to Lizzy, was
probably willing to brave her displeasure.
Mr. Darcy continued discomposed. After his encounter with Elizabeth in the forest, he
had found himself unwilling to make the necessary announcement to his relations
before once more consulting with her. Unlikely as it was that she had any serious
misgivings about the match, he found himself dreading the possibility that she might
have reconsidered her opinion. He was glad that she had decided to come to Rosingstonight. It would have been intolerable to have speculated about her absence; as it was,
the image of her fleeing from him, teary-eyed, was etched into his heart. It was evident
that she was not yet entirely recovered from her outburst, but he also detected her
puzzlement. She was evidently wondering at his silence, but she had to realize that he
needed some explanation for her outburst. He found himself wondering how he could
contrive an opportunity for them to exchange a few words privately without attracting
the attention of their companions.
It was Charlotte, however, who decided that the present situation could not continue,
and set about taking the necessary steps to remedy it. As far as she was concerned, any
delay would only breed anxiety and confusion. It was essential that Lizzy talk thingsover with Mr. Darcy; he was obviously the source of her discomfiture. And if they
proved unwilling to utilize her opening, she would at least have the opportunity to
extract Lizzy's confidence on what was troubling her. Taking advantage of a lull in the
conversation, she said, "You haven't had an opportunity to look at the maze here at
Rosings, have you, Lizzy? It is one of the most remarkable features of the Park. With
your permission, Lady Catherine, perhaps we could take a turn there before dinner?"
"My dear Charlotte," came her husband's reproof, "I should be glad to take cousin
Elizabeth at any other time myself, but do consider. Dinner..."
"Indeed, Mrs. Collins, you must show your friend around the park. Her complexion isquite pale; she would undoubtedly benefit from the exercise." Lady Catherine's
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peremptory response found Mr. Collins turning his reproofs inward. He silenced
himself with an exaggerated gesture.
"Will you permit me to join you? I would not like you ladies to get lost inside so soon
before nightfall. The maze is fairly intricate, and it is best that you are accompanied by
someone experienced at finding his way through it." Darcy was grateful for Charlotte'sopening.
"I cannot contest that Darcy is an old hand at the maze, but I recommend that you
allow me to join you as well. My cousin is as likely to deliberately throw you off as to
guide you through it," Colonel Fitzwilliam rejoined. He was glad of any opportunity to
escape his aunt's society, and included himself in this little excursion.
The colonel had thought that he would accompany Miss Bennet, and was a little
surprised when Darcy claimed that honour. He went up to Mrs. Collins, therefore, and
offered her his arm. His surprise did not escape Charlotte, but she accepted, and they
followed the other couple out of the french windows.
"I see, Colonel, that you are disappointed in my society. But perhaps you ought to
make the best of it. My friend and Mr. Darcy do not seem inclined to wait for us." She
opened, cautiously, when they were out of earshot.
He smiled disarmingly.
"You mistake me, Mrs. Collins. I am surprised, that is all. Darcy has seemed less than
eager to renew his acquaintance with Miss Bennet. I was wondering at his change of
heart, although it might be more apt to wonder at his delay in approaching her."
His reply left Charlotte uncertain as to his information.
"Approaching her?" she asked.
The colonel considered her question. Darcy had confided nothing in him, but he had
his suspicions.
"I only meant that they have sought each other's society very little. When Darcy spoke
of her in London, I had assumed a much closer acquaintance."
He stopped, wondering whether he had said too much.
Charlotte had by now realised that the Colonel was not in Mr. Darcy's confidence, but
she still hoped to learn more about his cousin's intentions.
"Our social circle in Hertfordshire was very limited. They were much thrown together,
but one could hardly have said that they sought each other out," she said, staying on
safe ground, but reluctant to abandon the subject. "But I thought you knew this. Lizzy
complained to you of your cousin's slight, did she not?" she added, smiling.
Fitzwilliam chuckled, recalling her arch manner, and his cousin's discomfiture.
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"Indeed she did. Perhaps we had best rejoice that they seem to have made up, then?
I'm glad Darcy is remembering his manners; he is rather too apt to be shy in company.
He does have the most extraordinary exchanges with your friend, though. I'm sorry I
cannot eavesdrop on them."
"In that case, Colonel, I'm glad I'm here to remind you of your manners."
They laughed at Charlotte's rejoinder, and continued on companionably. But despite
all of the ease in their interchange, his companion turned his own thoughts in a rather
grim trajectory. He could not but wonder at her marriage to such a ridiculous husband,
and the question nagged at him whether he would ever have to settle for so desperate a
match.
Elizabeth and Darcy were well into the maze before either of them breached the
silence. The one was too embarrassed to bring up their last encounter, and the other
waited still to hear what his companion might have to say.
At last she rounded up her courage and spoke, knowing that her words must be
inadequate explanation, but hoping that he would ask no more.
"Mr. Darcy, about this evening. Things have progressed rather suddenly, and I was
overcome. I did not mean to importune you as I did."
"It is I who ought to apologize, for bursting upon you as I did. I hope you will forgive
the liberty, but I could not bear to see you in such a desperate state." She coloured
slightly, and he continued, suddenly apprehensive, "You do not have any misgivings, Ihope. If you would like to be released from our engagement..."
Elizabeth held her breath for a moment. There could be no turning back after this. But
had not affairs progressed too far already? She thought of her mother's response to this
refusal. If the loss of Mr. Collins had been felt so deeply, what would be said now? By
now all of Hertfordshire had probably had word of the match. Lizzy had never worried
about what people would think of her, but to be surrounded by the gossip that must
result if the engagement were to be publicised and then broken was not to be endured.
And Mr. Darcy himself was lately so different. He had been uncommonly kind to her
in the forest, and even now, his sentiments were surely irreproachable. Elizabeth could
not repudiate the compliment of such affection; at that moment, she was almostconvinced that it might be possible that she return it in kind.
"I would not, sir. I am sorry to have given you cause to doubt my commitment. It is
just that the thought of having to leave my home, and my family..."
The light in his eyes on hearing her reply was all that any woman could have wished
for in her professed lover, and his reply must also be deemed entirely satisfactory,
although the most discerning might have noticed some slight hesitation in his manner.
"I hope you do not think that I would ever wish to separate you from your family.
They will always be welcome at Pemberley."
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He took her hand in his and continued.
"Elizabeth, it is my particular wish that you and my sister grow to be as close as
sisters. She has not been in company much, and might perhaps be thought proud, but it
is only her shyness which prevents her from expressing her amiability." Elizabeth
wondered this was not an apt description of the brother as well, as he went on, "I knowshe wishes to make your acquaintance, and I hope to accomplish the introduction as
soon as may be. I do not think it too much to hope that your own lively disposition
may be a beneficial influence for her."
"I look forward to meeting her." she replied, sensible to the compliment.
They had reached the center of the maze entirely oblivious to their surroundings.
"I have been remiss indeed as a guide." he remarked, with a small smile, "Perhaps you
will be so kind as to lead us out of here."
Elizabeth wondered at his easy manner, and found herself replying in her habitual
tones.
"That will not do at all. This must be the treachery the Colonel warned us of. I must
decline the honour, sir; I had rather be escorted by an experienced gentleman than drag
him around and have him laugh at my every misstep."
He smiled at her as he offered her his arm once again.
"So be it, madam." His gaze grew deeper as he looked penetratingly into her eyes.
"You have made me a very happy man, Elizabeth. I hope I never give you cause to
regret it."
"Shall we return? Lady Catherine awaits." he continued, in a more collected manner.
"I apologize for not having declared my intentions to her earlier, but after I met you in
the forest, I could not say anything before I had ascertained your views on the matter.
It shall be rectified just now, although it must be more awkward for cousin Anne, and
myself. Still, the announcement must be made; Lady Catherine must acknowledge
you."
As they walked back to the house together, Elizabeth was uncommonly silent as shereflected on her situation. She was beginning to feel that she might have been very
fortunate in her choice of a partner. Now that he had acknowledged her as a part of his
life, Mr. Darcy's manner had lost its inscrutable quality, and gained an openness that
she was drawn to. It was gratifying that her own open temper had thus influenced him,
and that he had been willing to forego his prejudices against her and her family even
thus far. And yet, she realised, she could not be entirely content. There was still an
element of restraint between them. Elizabeth could not be entirely open with such a
man; she felt as though he were judging her constantly, and that to fall short would be
to risk losing his affection. And there was another matter that caused her no little
concern; as she began to understand the extent of his feelings for her, Elizabeth was
realising that in spite of her growing attachment, she could not match the intensity ofhis ardour. And once again she contemplated breaking off the match, but this time it
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was not her own discontent that motivated her, but rather, her realisation of the
inequity of their mutual attachment.
Part V
Posted on Thursday, 15 July 1999
As they emerged from the maze, Elizabeth and Darcy found Charlotte and Colonel
Fitzwilliam waiting for them. The colonel, thinking over his conversation with the
parson's wife, and observing the demeanor of her friend and his cousin, was beginning
to put the facts together, but nothing could have prepared him for the announcement
that followed when they returned to the drawing room.
While the others returned to their seats, Darcy and Elizabeth remained standing
directly in front of the entire company. It was not until all eyes had turned in their
direction inquisitively that Darcy began.
"Aunt Catherine, I have an announcement to make. Miss Bennet has consented to be
my wife, and we should both like your blessing."
His quiet, understated demeanor was belied by the fire in his eyes. He was entirely
conscious of the irony in his statement; he had no expectation of a blessing; he knew
he had had issued an ultimatum of sorts. But it would not do for his wife to be
dismissed by his aunt. He was determined to extract an acknowledgment, but he
expected to have to battle for it.
He was not disappointed.
"That is absurd. I wonder that such a girl should have been able to trap you simply by
dragging you into the shrubbery, but it is immaterial, for you are engaged to Anne."
Lizzy drew in her breath sharply, and was about to respond when she heard Darcy
speak.
"I will not have my future wife spoken of in such a manner. Miss Bennet has not
trapped me. My feelings for her of long standing. And there is no bar to the match. We
have received the blessing of her parents, and there is no one to speak for me savemyself."
"And what of your mother's word? It was her dearest wish as well as mine that you
and Anne would some day marry."
"My mother would have wanted me to behave in a manner most conducive to my own
happiness, without reference to the idle speculation she may have indulged in during
my childhood, for I am certain that she meant it as no more. I am sorry if this causes
my cousin some pain, but I have long known that we could never marry, and I suspect
that her views on the matter are no different from mine."
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"And so you have determined to wed a country girl of few manners and no breeding?
This is how you discharge your responsibility to your family? Is this to be borne? Are
the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted?"
"I will trouble you once again, Aunt Catherine, to remember that you speak of the
woman who is to be my wife."
Seeing that she was making little headway with her nephew, Lady Catherine deigned
to turn to the lady under discussion.
"I see you have cast your net quite well. I congratulate you on your conquest. Since
my nephew will not listen to reason, I suppose I must persuade you, and I must add
that I am not in the habit of brooking disappointment. This is an advantageous match
indeed, but honour, decorum, prudence -- nay, interest, forbid it. Do not expect to be
noticed by family or friends. You will be censured, slighted, and despised by everyone
connected with him. Your alliance will be a disgrace; your name will never even be
mentioned by any of us. If you were sensible of your own good, you would not wishto quit the sphere in which you have been brought up."
Elizabeth, who had been standing by bristling with indignation in hearing herself
spoken of in such a manner, could restrain herself no longer when directly addressed.
"In marrying Mr. Darcy I should not consider myself as quitting that sphere. He is a
gentleman; I am a gentleman's daughter. So far we are equal. And the misfortunes you
have described are heavy indeed, but the wife of Mr. Darcy could, on the whole, have
nothing to repine."
"Obstinate, headstrong girl! I am ashamed of you! Is this your gratitude for my
attentions to you? Take heed, Fitzwilliam. This is the heartless creature you mean to
make your wife. She refuses every claim of duty, honour, and gratitude. Has this
shameless display brought you to your senses at last?"
"Miss Bennet has said no more than I might have myself." Darcy, though slightly
alarmed that she should speak thus to his aunt, was in fact gratified at the words of his
affianced. Any last shreds of regret he might have had about the match were being laid
to rest as he observed his aunt's shameless display. For the first time it struck him that
his family and hers were not so entirely different. "I regret that you cannot take
pleasure in our alliance, but I must ask that you acknowledge it."
"I will do no such thing, Fitzwilliam. You must reconsider your responsibility to your
family. Young men often suffer such lapses in judgment. When you realise your folly
you will not hear me chastise you," she finished graciously, and turned away.
Darcy was not at all inclined to test this particular resolve of his aunt's, although had
he stopped to consider it he would have been very doubtful of her promise.
"Then we can have nothing more to say to each other. Come, Elizabeth."
Without waiting for any further response, they quit the room. Colonel Fitzwilliamhurried after them to offer his congratulations and his support. Anne was left looking
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rather paler than usual, although she was by no means displeased at her cousin's
pronouncement. Mrs. Collins' worried gaze followed her friend out into the garden,
although she stayed by her husband's side as he attempted to console his noble
patroness as best he could.
Part VI
Posted on Saturday, 17 July 1999
Having escorted Elizabeth back to the parsonage, Darcy waited in the parlour,
contemplating the events of the night. He could not be content at the outcome,
although he knew that his aunt had forced his hand. He had not intended for matters to
come to such a juncture, and had hoped to have been able to extract an
acknowledgment from her. And yet, he had been nothing if not moderate in his
statements; it was she who had chosen to rebuff his every attempt. Perhaps if Elizabeth
had not spoken.... He forced the thought to remain unformed. He could not reprove her
for defending herself from such a vicious attack. The fault was his for having failed to
approach his aunt in her absence. But even so, the outcome would not have been so
very different. He would not have borne such accusations any more than she had been
able to, all the more so because he could not entirely discount them. And yet, his
response had only served to make her threats more real. He did not underestimate his
aunt. She would do everything in her power to influence the family and his social
circle against the match. Elizabeth's connections would necessarily be held against
her; the additional circumstance of having alienated his aunt could not bode well for
her. He repented of his anger; had he not chosen to turn his back on her there might
have been a possibility of gaining some form of recognition. Still, he had weapons ofhis own to counter his aunt's offensive. After all, Elizabeth would have Pemberley
behind her.
After tonight, he could remain no longer in Rosings. He would remove to London
immediately. Elizabeth, too, did not wish to importune her cousin and her friend by
remaining long at the parsonage. That Mr. Collins would be uncomfortable harbouring
in his house the object of his patroness's derision was inevitable, and Elizabeth did not
want to make Charlotte's position any more awkward than it already was by virtue of
their friendship. Knowing that she would be unable to arrange conveyance, he had felt
bound to assist her, and they had arranged that he should take her to her relations in
London. Even that arrangement could not meet with his entire approval, but for themoment the address of her London relations had to be a secondary consideration. He
took comfort in thinking that she would never have to live in Cheapside again. Colonel
Fitzwilliam had agreed to join them so that their departure together would not savour
of impropriety. Darcy was not willing to risk Elizabeth's repute; their marriage would
excite enough gossip even as the circumstances stood.
As Elizabeth hurriedly packed her belongings upstairs, she too was reflecting on the
events of the night. On their walk through the maze, for the first time, she had allowed
herself to contemplate the possibility of marital felicity with Mr. Darcy, but the
subsequent battle with Lady Catherine had done a great deal to dispel this vision. She
had felt compelled to stand up to that lady, but she was no less aware than Darcy ofthe meaning of her rebuff. She had, in fact, been a little surprised to see him so eager
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to stand up for her. It was not as though he and his aunt disagreed. After all, he had
made it patently clear to her in his proposal that he did not consider their
circumstances to be at all equal. But of course the insult to her now extended to him as
well, and he had been compelled to defend himself. As Elizabeth contemplated her
future, she realised that now, finally, she had reached the point of no return. He had
been willing to go so far as to sacrifice his relationship with his aunt for her sake. Forher to refuse him now would be expose him to the cruelest mortification, and this she
could not do to him. As her doubts began to flow back into her mind, Elizabeth made a
valiant effort to crush them. She thought back to his kindness to her in the forest, and
his tender expressions as they had walked together, but her fickle memory now
pointed out other circumstances. She thought of the unstated sorrow and resignation
that had come to characterise Jane's letters, and the sincere regret with which
Wickham had told her the story of his betrayal. Could these be the actions of the man
who had looked into her eyes only a few hours ago and told her that he would never
give her cause to regret linking her destiny to his? There was a voice within her that
told her that it could not be so, that there must be some circumstance she was ignorant
of, but as she thought back upon their acquaintance she saw there could be only onerational explanation -- that the man she was to marry was in fact the proud creature
she had always supposed him to be, and that his recent tenderness and defence of her
sprung from the fact that it would not suit his dignity that his future wife be treated
otherwise. But the compliment of his affection was still strongly felt, and the
transformation that had been wrought on her own feelings so recently had not yet
worn off. Lizzy could not bring herself to humiliate Darcy by now refusing him.
Essaying still to vanquish her lingering doubts, Lizzy concentrated on the short note
she would leave for Charlotte, making her apologies for curtailing her visit, and
informing her of her immediate plans. As she reviewed the letter, she noted with
satisfaction that it was tolerably cheerful. She did not want to add to Charlotte's
worries; these next few weeks would be hard enough for her between tending to her
husband's plight and that of his patroness.
She sealed the letter and left it with the housemaid, to be delivered to Charlotte upon
her return from Rosings. She then joined Darcy downstairs. Colonel Fitzwilliam soon
arrived from Rosings with his own effects as well as his cousin's, and they all departed
for London together.
Part VII
Posted on Tuesday, 20 July 1999
When they finally drew into London, it was very late indeed. Elizabeth, exhausted
after all the day's events, tried to sleep to fortify herself to meet Jane and the
Gardiners. Her efforts were not entirely successful; she could sleep only fitfully, and it
brought her little comfort. Darcy and the Colonel were both awake, though they spoke
little, considerate for Elizabeth's rest. Darcy was glad for the silence. His eyes were on
Elizabeth for the entire duration of the journey, studying the play of moonlight and
shadow upon her features. He seemed entranced, and his thoughts seemed very far
away, although it was obvious which way they actually turned.
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The colonel was studying both of his companions. Although he had suspected Darcy
of a partiality, he had been entirely unprepared for these developments. He had never
known Darcy to be abrupt; he was wont to deliberate at length on any small decision.
That he would take a step of such magnitude with alacrity was inconceivable;
Fitzwilliam wondered how long thoughts of Miss Bennet had tormented him before he
had allowed himself to speak. His defiance of Lady Catherine was equally shocking,and his disavowal of her favour entirely unprecedented. Fitzwilliam had often teased
his cousin for his refusal to stand up to their aunt, and had predicted as the outcome
Darcy's wedding to their unprepossessing cousin. But Darcy had outdone himself; he
had stated the facts of the matter, and refused entirely to mollify the old dragon. Her
expressions had been unpardonable, undoubtedly, but it was difficult to imagine that
he had intended to renounce her favour. Fitzwilliam eyed his cousin remorsefully, and
wondered whether he had hoped to bring Lady Catherine around. Now, of course, it
was utterly impossible; there was no turning back from such a gesture as he had made
in walking out of Rosings. A smile sprung unbidden to his lips as he reflected upon it;
what an eloquent gesture it had been! For the first time in her life, Aunt Catherine had
found herself entirely unable to speak. The obsequious parson had attempted to fill thesilence with his expressions of apology, until he trickled into silence under his
patroness's glare. Fitzwilliam had been glad to leave them and follow his cousin into
the lawn. He only hoped that Darcy was not now remorseful about the projected
match. Surely there could be no cause for such a thought; he could hardly regret his
aunt's disapprobation when he had won such a prize as Miss Bennet. Fitzwilliam
wryly admitted to himself that he could not but be a little jealous of his cousin's good
fortune. To love such a woman, and to be certain of a return, must be the cause of the
greatest felicity. And since the woman in question was Elizabeth Bennet, there could
be no doubting a return. She was not a woman to covet his cousin's wealth. He hoped
his cousin realised how lucky he had been to gain her favour; his manner, certainly,
had left something wanting. That, however, had undoubtedly changed by now; Darcy
was expressive enough with his intimate acquaintances, and this woman would be his
wife. For a fleeting moment, he allowed himself to wonder what might have happened
had his actions been unrestrained by his pocket book. To be loved by Elizabeth
Bennet..... No, it would not do to think in such a way. He convinced himself that it
would all have come to naught, regardless; after all, she must already have been
attached to Darcy.
The carriage pulled up at the Cheapside address Elizabeth had given, but neither
Elizabeth or Darcy responded. Elizabeth had finally fallen asleep, and Darcy was lost
in his reverie. The colonel coughed, hoping to rouse them. Elizabeth's eyes flutteredopen, and Darcy averted his eyes when she blushed at finding them regarding her so
intently.
"We are in London already? Mr. Darcy, Colonel, won't you come in with me? I am
sure my uncle will wish to meet you both."
They nodded, and escorted her to the door.
Part VIII
Posted on Wednesday, 21 July 1999
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It had been barely half an hour since a sudden knock on the door had roused them all
from their slumber, and the Gardiner household was still in an uproar. Mr. Gardiner
had himself answered; the servants' quarters were in the back of the house, and they
had not responded to the noise. His astonishment had been great indeed, for as it
turned out he had been left entirely ignorant of the circumstances that had prompted
the visit. His sister, engrossed in spreading the happy news through Meryton, was yetto think of informing him, and although Mr. Bennet had sent word, the state of the
postal system was such that it would not reach them for another day or two. Finding
his niece accompanied by two strange men had done nothing to allay his anxiety.
But now all had been explained. Darcy and the colonel had come in, and had sat for a
little bit. The women had been roused, the story unfolded. The gentlemen had taken
their leave, and nothing remained to be done but for them all to return to their beds.
But the astonishment of all was such that Lizzy had to tell her tale over and over
again. He chuckled thinking on it; certainly her description of Lady Catherine's ire had
taken on a more interesting note after her betrothed had parted from her. But although
he was happy for her, Mr. Gardiner could not be but a little concerned, and he sawfrom her face that his wife shared his opinion. It was not that they doubted the mutual
commitment of the pair. The gentleman's affection was clearly spelt out on his face,
and Lizzy would never have accepted him had she not returned his sentiments. Rather,
it was the circumstances they had described prompted his concern. Lizzy's wealth and
standing was nothing to this gentleman's; she would obviously face some resistance in
the circles he moved in. And although he had been unfailingly polite, the Gardiners
had detected in his demeanor something of the pride they had earlier heard Lizzy
discourse on at length. She must have overcome her bias, but could this mean that she
would henceforth be lost to them? Although they celebrated her good fortune, they
could not be content at this thought.
When they finally managed to draw the children away from Lizzy, and put them back
in bed, the Gardiners returned to their own chamber, and exchanged a rueful smile.
There was much to talk on, but it would have to wait. He had a day of work ahead of
him, and she would be kept as busy tending to the children. As they drifted back to
sleep, they each thought of Lizzy, and grew more sanguine than they had been. Lizzy
would never forsake them; she must have found herself mistaken in her opinions.
They were glad she had rectified her mistake; they knew their niece well enough to
recognize her inclination towards stubbornness. It would have been a shame indeed if
this tendency had prevented her from finding her happiness.
There was another member of the family party, however, to whom more than a simple
recounting of the facts might be due, if only because of her close relationship to one of
the parties in question. When the rest of the household retired again for the night, Jane
came to Lizzy's chamber that they might talk in private.
"Lizzy, I am so happy for you! Mr. Darcy must love you so very much!"
Her sister smiled wryly.
"Who would ever have thought of such a thing?"
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"I confess I always had a value for him, if only because he was the friend of....." The
sentence remained unformed, but sentiment was not uncommunicated. All of doubts
Lizzy had been pushing from her mind came again to her in force. They must have
been reflected in her countenance, for Jane suddenly said, "Do anything, Lizzy, except
marry without affection. I know how much you disliked him. Do you now really love
him?"
But though her doubts lingered, Lizzy considered herself too far committed to allow
for the possibility of a retraction. Being thus committed, she did not wish that her
sister should have any inkling of her concerns, and affected a lightness she did not
feel.
"My dislike is all long forgotten. In such cases as these, a good memory is
unpardonable."
"Oh, Lizzy! Do be serious! Have you truly overcome it?"
To this, at least, Lizzy could answer honestly; she certainly did not hate him as she
once had. She attempted to allay her sister's concerns by telling her of his recent
gallantry. Jane, who could never long continue to think ill of her sister, pronounced
herself satisfied at Lizzy's response, and apologized for ever having doubted her. The
sisters shared a close embrace, and Jane, once more congratulating Lizzy on her
happiness, left the room.
As Lizzy went to her bed, she found that sleep would not come. She thought back on
her conversation with Jane, and wondered at her sister's evident satisfaction at what
she perceived as a happy outcome. Surely she, who had directly suffered at his hand,
could not acquit Darcy of having alienated his friend's affection? Elizabeth was
grieved to see that Jane's affection for Mr. Bingley continued unabated, but she
comforted herself that circumstances were now different. Having plighted his troth to
her, Mr. Darcy could surely not continue to object to Jane as a suitable match for his
friend. Once again she reiterated to herself the expressions that had so recently
convinced Jane of her affection for him. As she thought of him, she was almost
content. He had certainly stood by her through circumstances that could not have been
easy for him; he had even endured the company of tradespeople from Cheapside. With
herself, she had less reason to be content. Although she constantly rationalized her
approaching marriage in every imaginable way, she could not contradict the fact that
any happy circumstance she could recollect that had altered her opinion had beensubsequent to her engagement. Lizzy was beginning to see that her intended spouse
might well be worthy indeed; it was she who had entered the engagement for all the
wrong reasons.
Part IX
Posted on Friday, 23 July 1999
The following morning found Darcy at his club, perusing the morning paper over a
solitary breakfast. The Colonel had been too tired to join him this morning, but Darcywas habitually an early riser, and in spite of the previous day's exertions he had not
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been able to stay in bed. The staff at the townhouse had been entirely unprepared for
his arrival; he was not expected to return from Kent for some weeks. Georgiana had
been delighted to see him, and could not contain her joy at his news. Truth be told, she
had been rather anxious that he would attach himself to Miss Bingley, and that lady's
information about the Bennets Georgiana had interpreted as the highest
recommendation. Her alternating enthusiasm and apprehension at the impendingintroduction had kept her up most of the night, and when Darcy left the house in the
morning she had only just fallen asleep.
Darcy had not wanted to rouse the entire household so early, but he was also glad of
the solitude afforded him by his club. Today he would finally be able to introduce the
two most important women in his life, and he was somewhat apprehensive about the
meeting. He dearly hoped that the two of them would be comfortable with each other.
Elizabeth would be a very significant influence on Georgiana for the next few years,
and he wanted very much that they should get along well together. Elizabeth would
certainly take the effort to draw his sister out; he only hoped that her vivacity did not
cause Georgiana to retreat still further into her shell. He had always wanted to giveGeorgiana a proper home, and with Elizabeth at his side, he would certainly want his
sister to join them at Pemberley.
As he glanced idly through the matrimonial columns, he noticed that his own
engagement had been announced. Darcy smiled ruefully as he thought of his future
mother-in-law; she had neglected to inform her own brother, but the news had been
forwarded to the papers post-haste. The announcement, at least, did not embarrass
him, though as he read through it the words "ten thousand a year" echoed through his
mind. There was no indication of the disparity between his situation and that of
Elizabeth; London might yet treat the match as one between equals. That would suit
him admirably; he did not want to draw attention to Elizabeth's situation in life. As he
paused to consider that possibility, he remembered that such an eventuality was well-
nigh impossible. Now that he had disabused her of the notion that her daughter would
be mistress of Pemberley, his aunt would have no compunction in vilifying his future
wife. Familial loyalty, certainly, would not prevent her, and he had failed to mollify
her. Though she was but rarely in London, she had strong links to the leading society
gossips, and it would not be long before his engagement was discussed in terms of a
disgraceful entrapment.
And there were others here who would be only too happy to fan the flames. Darcy was
not blind to Miss Bingley's aspirations; he had never intended to fulfil her ambition,but he had never taken the pains to undeceive her. Now, he knew, she would exact her
revenge; her desire to deflect the gossip from her brother would add yet another
motive. Bingley's uncharacteristic depression of late had excited a flurry of
speculation that at times had reached painfully close to the truth. The ladies who had
regarded him as a determined flirt were not pleased that he had discontinued his
attentions entirely; they could no longer cherish the hope of helping him spend his five
thousand a year, so they had sought solace in conjecturing as to the cause of his
melancholy. Not for the first time, Darcy wondered whether he could have been wrong
about Miss Bennet; he had always known her to be of a guarded demeanor, and it was
not impossible that she had felt more strongly than he had realised. Observing her
again last night, he had noticed a distinct difference in her; her countenance wasserene as ever, but she was not the woman of whom he had once said, "she smiles too
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much." There had been about her an air of melancholy. He would have to remember to
discuss the matter with Elizabeth; she would undoubtedly have some inkling of the
state of her sister's emotions. If the two of them were indeed mutually attached, it
would not do to keep them apart. Darcy smiled, thinking of the other evils he had once
perceived in the match. His own affection had not been able to withstand them; for his
friend, the disparity could not be nearly as great.
He put down his cup of tea, and made his way out of the premises of the club. There
were many arrangements to be made for this evening. Elizabeth and her relations
would be dining at his house. He thought with satisfaction of her relations. His
experience of Mrs. Phillips and her erstwhile sister had prepared him for a very
different brother from the pleasant and well-informed man he had found. To be sure,
he had been caught rather unawares, but that was only to be expected, finding as he
had his niece alone with two men he had not met. Afterward, Darcy had found him
conversing easily with the colonel, and though he had not contributed to their
discussion, he had heard the man's informed opinions with some astonishment. And
his wife too had proved to be all that was gentile and elegant. To be sure, it would notdo for Elizabeth to be seen at Gracechurch Street when she became Mrs. Darcy, but he
could have no objection to her receiving such an aunt and uncle at their home. He
decided that he would make an effort to improve his acquaintance with them tonight.
It would comfort Elizabeth to know that he did not despise all her connections.
Part X
It was rather late in the morning when Miss Bingley descended from her chambers to
the breakfast table. Her toilette had been of long duration, as usual, and a stranger
would have thought that she had a busy day ahead of her. Such was not the case;Caroline Bingley had no engagements, but she believed in being prepared. And the
fact that this philosophy allowed her to engage in one of the activities that brought her
the greatest of pleasure, that of admiring herself in the mirror, was undoubtedly why it
had not fallen by the wayside as had the numerous other more solemn notions she had
professed as the height of their fashion.
Charles, who was no stranger, was not in the least surprised at either her appearance or
her tardiness. He greeted her listlessly, as he was wont to do these days. Caroline was
dismayed at his behaviour; surely he could not continue to mourn that country girl.
This was getting entirely too vexing. She was unfortunately still in London, and
Caroline dreaded the possibility of their encountering one another. It would be theundoing of her dearest hopes. Though she habitually spoke of the matter as settled,
Charles' reluctance to approach Miss Darcy was beginning to disconcert her. That
Georgiana could be persuaded to accept her brother she did not doubt; she could only
wish that Georgiana's brother would be likewise inclined toward matrimony.
Hoping to rouse he brother, she asked after the day's news. Her efforts were frustrated
as he silently motioned toward the morning paper, which lay untouched. Caroline
sighed, and turned to the only sections that could hold her interest, and started reading
aloud of their mutual acquaintances, thinking that she might be able to elicit some
comment from her brother.
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"'Mr. and Mrs. Weston, of Highbury, and Mr. Churchill, of Enscombe, are pleased to
announce that Mr. Frank Churchill, of Enscombe, is lately engaged to Miss Jane
Fairfax, of Highbury.' Shocking! It is not two weeks since his aunt was buried, and
already he has formed an attachment. I wonder who the lady is. Miss Fairfax..... Is that
not the name of Mrs. Dixon's little friend? She was at Weymouth with them, and the
Campbells. A very elegant creature; such a pity about her connections." Then, as anaughty thought occurred to her, "Charles, I do believe they have been secretly
engaged these several months!"
"Thank you, Caroline, for your speculations."
Caroline did not comment on his words, although she could not but wonder on the
change in his nature. Sarcasm did not come naturally to Charles. It never occurred to
her that she might be enhancing his agony. Charles Bingley was in no humour to hear
of the felicity of other men. Caroline persevered.
"Mr. and Mrs. Bennet, of Longbourne, Hertfordshire, would like to announce..."Caroline paused and looked up, apprehensive of Charles' response, but secretly
relieved. This was the ideal solution. She bore Jane no ill will, and sincerely believed
her to be a sweet girl. She wished her friend well settled with a man of her own
station. She continued to read, as Charles refused to meet her eye. "the engagement of
their daughter, Miss Elizabeth Bennet...." Eliza? Who would ever marry that little
firebrand? She hastily continued. "to Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, of Pemberley,
Derbyshire."
Charles started at the news.
"Darcy is engaged to Miss Elizabeth Bennet? He has been very sly with us! I must
wish him joy. She is a pleasant spirited lady; he is a lucky man to have won her
affection."
He left the breakfast parlour and went to the study, to write a letter of congratulation to
his friend. His pleasure at the news was entirely sincere; Darcy had been very good to
him. As he wrote of Miss Elizabeth he could not but think of her sister; had
circumstances been otherwise, he and his friend might now have been brothers. He
sighed, and dismissed the thought. It was not to be; she had never loved him. For this
information too he had his friend to thank. And yet, as he wrote, a flicker of hope was
reborn in him. He and Darcy had long been close; after the marriage it was likely thathe and Miss Bennet would be much thrown together. And given time, was it not
possible that she might learn to love him? After all, she had always appeared to enjoy
his company. He allowed himself to hope that her good will might someday give rise
to a stronger feeling.
Caroline was left to contemplate the news alone. Mr. Darcy? It was inconceivable!
And yet, she recollected his praise of her fine eyes. He had undoubtedly been taken by
her. But that he would be so far taken in; was it to be borne? And how had such a
thing happened? Had he returned to Hertfordshire? That could not be; he had been
visiting his aunt, Lady Catherine. Eliza Bennet had obviously followed him. But that
he should have succumbed to her artifice! Caroline shut her eyes in mortification asshe realised that all of London society would be laughing at her. She had never
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obscured her intentions, hoping to secure Darcy with her deference. But she would not
allow Eliza the satisfaction of triumphing at her expense. No, she could fight that
woman, especially given her many handicaps. There was still time; the wedding could
not be for some weeks. Eliza Darcy would certainly make a splash in London when
she arrived for her first season; she, Caroline Bingley, would not have it otherwise.
Part XI
Posted on Sunday, 25 July 1999
As he conversed with the Gardiners, Darcy had every cause for satisfaction. Mr.
Gardiner was indeed everything he had hoped for, and he was beginning to realise that
he might have been prejudiced in deeming such genteel people to be so entirely
beneath him. But then, that was a lesson he had learnt already; he had after all
overcome his doubts and made an offer to Elizabeth, and he had had no cause to regret
his decision. He learnt that Mrs. Gardiner hailed from Lambton, a village in the close
proximity of Pemberley, and they exchanged reminiscences of a particular tree by the
smithy. As he glanced across the room, his contentment was enhanced. Georgiana and
Elizabeth were intently conversing, as Miss Bennet looked on, silently. Darcy
remembered his resolution on her behalf, and turned back to his sister, with happier
thoughts. He noted in his sister's manner an ease of expression that was rarely present
when she was in company. Yes, he had chosen well indeed.
Elizabeth, for her part, was extremely pleased with Miss Darcy. Wikham had prepared
her for an entirely different sort of creature, but she perceived that the girl before her
was nothing other than shy.
"Miss Darcy, it is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. I have heard so much
about you."
"And I about you. But it must be Georgiana to you. For we are to be sisters!"
This last sentiment was said in a gleeful manner of a child. Elizabeth was gratified at
her enthusiasm.
"Then you must address me as Elizabeth, or Lizzy. That is how my sisters refer to
me."
"I have always wanted a sister," Georgiana said, a little wistfully, "I have been blessed
with the best of brothers, but he is almost the only family I have ever known."
Elizabeth was touched, and tried to cheer her up.
"You make me quite envious. I have no brothers, only four sisters."
"I shall be very pleased to have you as a sister. You have made my brother a very
happy man; he can hardly speak enough of you. You must play and sing for us tonight.
My brother says that he has rarely heard anything more beautiful."
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"I must warn you that your brother has grossly exaggerated my talents, no doubt for
some mischievous purpose of his own. From what I have heard of your proficiency I
know my own efforts can merit little praise."
"Oh, no! My brother always speaks the absolute truth. Although he is sometimes a
little too kind to me."
"An ideal elder brother, then."
"I could not wish for a better or a kinder one. And now that he will marry, and stay
more often at Pemberley, my happiness is complete. You must be very happy; he
loves you so very dearly."
Elizabeth blushed at Georgiana's innocent expressions. Did it really make her so very
happy to be loved by such a man? She still did not know.
"Your brother, Georgiana, can be a very charming man."
She wondered at her statement. It was true enough. Why had she taken so long to
admit it?
His sister eagerly assented.
"I am so glad that you are able to see him thus. There are some who think him
reserved, and proud, but he is truly amiable. It pains me when he is thus misjudged. I
am glad it did not prevent him from finding his happiness with you."
Looking away from her, Elizabeth made some slight reply as she pondered
Georgiana's words. It was becoming more and more apparent to her that a great deal of
what she had perceived as hauteur was in fact a reflection of Mr. Darcy's reserve. And
yet, even now, there was in his manner a certain condescension that she could not be
comfortable with. She resolved to talk to him openly at the earliest opportunity. It
would not be right for them to marry if he remained entirely ignorant of her scruples.
Elizabeth turned back to Georgiana, and found two eager eyes regarding her with a
bemused expression. She coloured slightly as she realised that her gaze had been
locked all this while with the object of her musings. Turning back to Darcy, she found
a slight smile gracing his features; he had evidently marked her embarrassment atbeing caught staring at him in the very manner she had often noted in him. He was
really quite handsome when he smiled.... She checked herself. These thoughts would
not do at all; she had to wonder whether he would even have her when he learnt of her
questionable motives in accepting him. It was imperative that she communicated her
concerns to him before the matter went very much further.
But there could be no occasion to make such a revelation to him this evening, for it
would be most irregular for them to abandon the rest of the party together. For now,
Elizabeth contented herself with her newly formed resolution, and hoped that her
courage would not fail her when a suitable moment presented itself. For now, she
allowed herself to experience something approaching satisfaction at her condition,though she remained not entirely without concern at the tenuous basis of her
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contentment. Soon afterwards, dinner was announced. Mr. Darcy offered Elizabeth his
arm as he led the way to the dining room.
Part XII
Posted on Tuesday, 27 July 1999
Mrs. Bennet chattered on excitedly about the wedding, now less than a week away, but
Elizabeth hardly attended to her words. Some weeks had passed since she had dined at
the Darcy town house, and she was yet to act on her resolve. The very next day, she
had journeyed home to Longbourn, where she had been carried away in the flurry of
preparations. Mr. Darcy she had seen but intermittently since then; Mr. Bingley had
offered him the use of Netherfield Hall, but he had been much in London, making his
own preparations for the upcoming wedding. Today he would accompany the
Bingleys back to Netherfield, and they were all to stay there until the wedding.
Georgiana, who had shown an eagerness to contribute in the arrangements, had
returned with Elizabeth to Longbourn. She and Elizabeth had grown very close inthese weeks, and she had found friends also in the other Bennet sisters.
Today would be the day, Elizabeth decided. She could not go the altar and carry
through the deception. Elizabeth felt something very like regret at her decision. The
brother of whom Georgiana spoke so affectionately, the man who had comforted her
so undemandingly when she had needed it most, had grown to be a figure she thought
of with some warmth. Perhaps he would find it himself to forgive her. She would not
expect such consideration. She had treated him infamously; she would only have her
own behaviour to regret if he were to cast her off. But somewhere within her, she
knew that if he were to treat her thus she would not regret him.
From the parlour came the bustle of company. Could it be them already? Surely not,
London was not so small a distance. Then she recollected that the gentlemen of the
militia were to call to take their leave. They were departing from Meryton the next
day, and were to spend the summer at Brighton. Lydia's friend, Mrs. Forster, had
invited her to join them, and she would leaving soon after the wedding. Kitty had been
much disappointed that her sister had been thus singled out, but in the excitement of
the wedding preparations she had soon forgotten her slight.
Lizzy's conjecture proved correct, and she and her mother stepped into the parlour to
receive the gentlemen. All the members of the party had been eager to see her, andthey offered her their congratulations and their regrets that they would not be able to
attend the wedding. As she conversed casually with the Colonel and his wife, she
noticed Wickham standing idly by, alone. Since her return to Longbourn, she had had
very little contact with him; it was almost as though he were avoiding her. As she saw
him now, his words came back to her, and it occurred to her that here was another
matter that must be clarified before the wedding. Excusing herself, she went up to him.
"Good morning, Mr. Wickham."
His expression on being thus approached momentarily resembled something very like
alarm; then, as he saw the friendliness in her manner, his gaze softened, and he repliedin his habitual manner. Elizabeth, who noticed his initial hesitation, was very much
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affected by it. What he must think of her, for succumbing to the temptations of the
very man whose infamy he had laid before her! Her manner, however, remained light,
and she resolved that they must part as friends.
"Miss Bennet, It has been some time since we met. Allow my to offer my
congratulations on your impending nuptials."
"Thank you,"
Several of the officers had headed out into the gardens, along with Kitty and Lydia. As
they talked, Lizzy led Wickham out as well, hoping to converse in a slightly more
private setting.
"I trust that Darcy is well. I would hope that he is somewhat changed since I last saw
him."
"Yes, very well," she replied flushing. His import was not lost on her, but she couldnot bring herself to respond to it. She changed the subject a little abruptly. "He will be
joining us today. Miss Darcy has been staying with us these few weeks. Perhaps you
would like to renew the acquaintance?"
The look of alarm returned as he declined.
"No, I think it best that I should avoid the Darcys entirely. How do you find
Georgiana?"
"She is charming, though a little shy, perhaps." As she remembered his comments, she
could not but remark, "Not at all what I had been led to expect."
"Yes, she would be charming enough with you; the Darcys have an extraordinary
sense of family loyalty, and you are soon to be one of them." He paused, and looked at
her searchingly, but she refused to meet his eye. "Their friends, perhaps, they do not
use as well."
"I hope that you and I shall continue to be friends."
A rather strange and distant smile appeared on his features.
"Indeed, I should like very much for that to be the case."
The two were accosted by Lydia and the other officers, whom she had cajoled into
some frivolous game. Wickham joined them, gallantly, and Lizzy stood by, watching.
Soon after, the officers took their leave. Lizzy was glad to have finally been able to
speak to Wickham, and was relieved that they could still be friends.
Part XIII
Posted on Wednesday, 28 July 1999
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Caroline Bingley was very vexed indeed. It had been barely six months since she had
convinced Charles to quit the wretched house he had taken in Hertfordshire, and
managed to tear him away from that quite unsuitable young lady who had captured his
fancy, and now, in midsummer, she was compelled to return under the most
mortifying of circumstances. Mr. Darcy, who had been her ally in the removal, was
the cause of their return; having successfully extricated her brother, he had himselffallen prey to a Miss Bennet. That he should prefer that impudent Eliza to a woman of
the world such as herself was unbearable. She had nothing to offer him, certainly no
fortune, and the most despicable of connections, and yet he seemed quite bent upon
carrying through this ridiculous scheme. Caroline could not resist taking some rather
pointed shots at Mr. Darcy's new relations, but she soon found herself silenced by her
brother. It was not hard for her to guess where his thoughts were turning. But though
she had lost a crucial battle, she was not willing to forsake the war. Already, she had
mobilized forces against the future Mrs. Darcy. It had not been hard to do; the society
dowagers had been influenced by Lady Catherine de Bourgh, and the younger ladies
were insensed at their own dashed hopes. Caroline had not been the only woman who
had hoped to be Mistress of Pemberley. If Eliza knew her own good she would dropher pretensions. It was obvious that a country girl could have no idea of what such a
position would entail. She would carry the day yet. She would show that Eliza Bennet
that she had no business marrying Mr. Darcy.
Having alighted at Netherfield, Darcy and Bingley had been surprised to find that
Miss Bingley intended to call at Longbourn immediately. She had made her excuses
about being eager to see dear Jane and Miss Eliza, and of course, darling Georgiana,
and not wanting to appear rude, they had allowed her to proceed without troubling her
with any further questions. Darcy did, however, wonder about her actual motives. It
would have taken a very dull man to ignore all her quips and scorns at his expense and
Elizabeth's, and neither gentleman had been able to do so. Mr. Bingley had eventually
silenced her as tactfully as possible, and an uncomfortable silence had prevailed for
the rest of the journey. Now that it appeared that she had had a change of heart, Darcy
had to treat her motives with scepticism. He determined that he would leave for
Longbourn as soon as he could. That Miss Bingley's intent was mischievous was clear
to him, and he hoped to be able to forestall her.
He asked for a horse to be saddled, then went into the house and splashed cold water
on his face. He then changed out of his travelling attire, and shortly thereafter, made
off in the direction of Longbourn.
It was early afternoon when a carriage arrived at Longbourn. Lizzy stiffened as she
heard it pulling in. They were here; it was time for her to have it out with Mr. Darcy.
As she went into the parlour to greet them, however, she was surprised to find that
Miss Bingley had come alone.
"Miss Eliza. How good to see you again. It has been many months since I had the
pleasure of your c