Chapter 1

“Did you read the papers I sent you?” Anne de Bourgh questioned her cousin Fitzwilliam Darcy as soon as he entered her private sitting room at Rosings. She spared him a glance as her needle slid through the fabric on her lap.

“I did.” He nodded to Mrs. Jenkinson, who smiled and inclined her head in acceptance of his greeting before returning her focus to her stitching.

“And?” Anne looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to share his opinion of their content.

“You found them in your father’s office?” He said as he crossed the room to the sideboard where a decanter and glasses rested on a tray.

Anne nodded. “They were between two books as if tucked away and out of sight intentionally.” In fact, it had only been by chance that she had found them.  Had she not wished to search her father’s office for the book of poetry he used to read to her, the papers would still be undiscovered.  It was not like her father to hide document of such importance.  He had always stored them in his strong box.

Darcy removed the stopper from the decanter. “I had my solicitor look at them. They seem legitimate.” He tipped his head to the side and gave her a questioning look. “They will change things for your mother. Are you sure you wish to take on that battle? Will your health tolerate it?”

“My health will never be robust, but I am not standing on the edge of the grave, Fitzwilliam.” Anne clipped the thread that attached needle to garment and then laid aside her mending. “I intend to approach her today on one item.”

“Today?” Darcy handed Anne a small glass of sherry before picking up his own glass and settling into a comfortable chair near his cousin. There was an easiness to chatting with his cousins that made such times as these particularly enjoyable.  “And what item is first on your list?”

Anne sipped her sherry and considered how she should approach the subject of their supposed engagement. “I have heard some troubling news. It seems my mother’s imaginings regarding our future have travelled far and wide.”

Darcy blew out a breath.  Some of the ease of the moment exiting with it. “Your mother has never been one to keep that particular story to herself. I am surprised you had not realized the extent to which it is common knowledge. Makes it blasted hard to get to know any young ladies during the season ─ which, I suppose, is her intent in publishing the tale.” His eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched as he attempted to contain his frustration at his aunt’s machinations.

“Yes, but at least you are free of these walls.” Anne waved a hand around the room. “I have not even been given the opportunity to meet any eligible gentlemen, and I am nearly five and twenty! Firmly on the shelf having never left it! No longer. I will have it no longer.”

Darcy’s eyes grew wide in surprise.

“Today, my mother will know that her imaginings are just that ─ fanciful tales which hold no basis in reality. I am sorry, my dear cousin, but I do not now, nor have I ever, wished to marry you.” She smiled at him. “I need not fear for my financial stability. Father has amply provided for me as those documents attest. I am at liberty to choose a match based on compatibility and, if I am so fortunate, love. And you may pursue such a match for yourself without scorn or derision from society as I am the one to call off this sham of an engagement.”

Darcy sat slack-jawed, unable to know where to begin a reply to such a declaration, but Anne was not yet through.

“I believe I might be of assistance to you in finding ladies who would suit your temperament, but I will need you to place your trust in me.” She placed her glass on the table and leaned toward Darcy. “I have studied your character for years, Fitzwilliam; therefore, it naturally follows that I am as qualified as you, if not more qualified, to find an acceptable match for you.”

“You…” He shook his head to clear away the fog. “You will find a match for me?”

“Indeed I will, but first, I must inform Mother of my decision to not marry you.” Anne stood and walked to the window that looked out over the park toward the parsonage at Hunsford. “Mother has a new parson. Did you know?”

Darcy nodded. “Yes, I have met him. He was visiting relatives in Hertfordshire when I was there with Bingley.”

“He was sent to find a wife from amongst his cousins.” She watched Darcy’s face discretely and bit back a smile at the horror that passed across his features. “He was successful in finding a wife…” She turned and paused purposefully. “They were married in January.” The colour had drained completely from Darcy’s face, and she wondered for a moment if she had gone too far in ascertaining the truth of Mrs. Collins’s words regarding his feelings. She had shared many fascinating conversations with Mrs. Collins regarding Darcy’s stay in Hertfordshire. “It is unfortunate he did not choose to marry one of his cousins as such a marriage would have been to the family’s advantage, what with the entail and all.”

Darcy slumped forward and rested his head in his hands. “He did not marry a cousin?”

“No.” Anne came to sit near him once more. “He married Miss Lucas. I assume you know of whom I speak. I have been given to understand her father is well-known in Hertfordshire.” She studied how his shoulders relaxed and noticed him rub at the corner of one eye. She placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered. “The lady, who is your heart’s desire, remains unattached.” His body tensed under her touch, and she was certain his breathing had ceased. “Mrs. Collins is her particular friend, it seems, and she, along with Mrs. Collin’s sister, has come to stay at the parsonage for a visit. She has been here a fortnight, and I find I shall quite miss her when she leaves. So open and welcoming. Intelligent, too. It is through her I discovered just how much damage my mother’s tales of our engagement might be causing.” She withdrew her hand from his shoulder and sat back in her chair, waiting for his reaction.

“Elizabeth is here?” He whispered.

Anne smiled to herself. He was clearly more smitten than even Mrs. Collins realized, and certainly more than Elizabeth would consider. “She is, and she is under the impression we are to marry should you ever be a gentleman and ask me.”

Darcy looked at Anne, his brows furrowed. “How has she heard this? She does not circulate amongst the ton.”

“Her cousin made mention of it to her as did another gentleman ─ although I fear that label is a misnomer for a man such as Mr. Wickham. I believe it is he who called your honour into question. It is only one of several lies he has told her regarding you.”

“And she believed him?” Darcy was clearly angry.

“And why should she not? You were less than civil, and he is all that is charming. Your dour facade makes it easy for him to convince others of your harshness.”

Darcy was on his feet and pacing the room.  He had known that it was possible that Wickham would spread his vitriol around Meryton. However, he had not thought Elizabeth the sort of lady to be taken in by Wickham’s charismatic personality. “But Miss Elizabeth is not a silly woman like her mother and sisters. She is intelligent. You said so yourself. Why would she believe him?”

Anne began to feel a bit of trepidation. She had not expected Darcy to react well, but his outburst was so uncharacteristic of him that it was unsettling. “She looks to find fault in you.”

“Why?” Agony rang in his voice and marred his handsome features.

“According to Mrs. Collins, who knows Miss Bennet far better than I, she fights against an attraction to you.”

“That makes no sense.” Darcy threw his hands up in exasperation.

“It truly makes no sense?” Anne found a small amount of annoyance at his obtuseness creeping into her mind. Did he really have no idea of the charges the young woman had against him? She had been shocked at many of the things Mrs. Collins had told her about her cousin’s behaviour. True, it had been told to her through the perspective of a person who was a dear friend of the offended and privy to her personal opinion but based on her knowledge of Mrs. Collins, the woman did not disseminate misrepresentations. The information had been told to her in confidence with a hope of a happy resolution of the situation left unresolved when Darcy had so suddenly departed Netherfield. Perhaps he needed to be made aware of just how much his pride had harmed his chances with the lady who so obviously held his heart.

“Did you not slight her at a public assembly? Did you not direct your friend to not return to Netherfield? Why did you do these things? Because you truly found her merely tolerable? Because her family ─ a gentleman’s family ─ was beneath the standing of a friend who had recently been in trade? Or was it because you were looking to find fault so that you might fight your attraction to her?” She stood in front of him and jabbed his chest with her finger as she asked each question.

Before he could answer even one of her accusations, Anne turned and walked away from him. “She is not of the first circles. She has only a small dowry, and she has, by her own admission, embarrassingly ill-mannered relations as well as some who are in trade. But, she is a gentleman’s daughter, and you are a gentleman’s son. In that, you are equals. You have no need of her dowry, and you possess your own share of ill-mannered relations though they are of the first circles and are not so closely related to trade. Your pride does not serve you well in this instance, Fitzwilliam.”

Anne stood again at the window. “She has already been called upon by several young men in the area, and she has just met our cousin. They seem to be falling into conversation easily.” Darcy was beside her at the window. “She will never consider you if you do not put away your pride and appear to be human.” She gave him a jab in the side with her elbow. “And she will never consider you if she believes you are promised to another because she has far too much integrity to do so.” Anne took his arm and led him away from the window and toward the door of the sitting room. “Now, she was to visit with me this afternoon, but I have a very important discussion to have with my mother, and I would greatly appreciate your assistance in keeping Miss Bennet occupied and out of doors while my mother throws her fit.”

“But will you not need me?”

“No, I would rather that you not be here. However, if you would not mind, could you ask Richard to join me?” She smiled archly at him. “Please extend my regrets to Miss Bennet for not being able to keep our appointment. You will see that she is safely returned to Mrs. Collins, will you not?”

Anne gave Darcy a firm push out the door and then closed it behind him before he could find a reason to ignore her directives. She crossed to the window once again and looking down, caught Richard’s eye and waved. He gave a nod of his head and looked toward the door just as Darcy exited.

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Richard offered his arm to Elizabeth and led her toward the small garden on the side of the house. He coughed to keep from laughing as he saw his cousin nearly run towards them.

“I fear our conversation is about to be interrupted, Miss Bennet.” He slowed to a stop as he heard Darcy call his name. “It seems my cousin has need of me.”

“Mr. Darcy is your cousin?” asked Elizabeth. Richard coughed again to cover a chuckle. He noted how the lady at his side did not have to turn to know that it was Darcy who called him.

“He is indeed.” Richard turned as Darcy drew near.

“Miss Elizabeth.” Darcy bowed slightly in greeting.

“Mr. Darcy.” She inclined her head in acknowledgment.

“Was there a reason for your interruption? I was having a most pleasant conversation with Miss Bennet.” Richard bit the inside of his cheek. It was difficult not to give in to the mirth which consumed him at the way his staid cousin blinked in confusion.

“I…uh…that is, Anne requested your presence.”

“And I am her servant whom she calls, and I must answer?”

Elizabeth gasped.

“Richard!” chided Darcy. “She has asked you for your help. She does not demand your presence.”

“Yes, she is not her mother.”

“Richard!” Darcy took a step towards him. “She needs your assistance.”

“Why? Why does she need my assistance?” Richard feigned ignorance.

“She has matters to discuss with her mother concerning her future.” Darcy’s voice was quiet and very close to a growl.

“Ah. Your engagement.” Richard congratulated himself on getting to his objective of leaving his cousin and Miss Bennet with something about which to speak. He knew Darcy would not bring up such a subject on his own, and he was equally as certain that Elizabeth was too polite a lady to broach the subject. What his cousin needed was a friendly nudge in the right direction.

Darcy’s eyes narrowed.

“Has she finally refused you?”

“That would imply an offer,” Darcy growled at Richard. Had Elizabeth not been present, Richard was sure he would have received a well-deserved and colourful set down.

“You know as well as I, Aunt Catherine will perceive Anne’s position as a refusal.”

“Which is precisely why she requests your presence.”

“But why Colonel Fitzwilliam’s presence and not yours?” Elizabeth coloured. “Forgive me. I had not intended to say that aloud.”

A smile spread across Richard’s face as he bowed to take his leave. “That is a good question, Miss Bennet. I shall leave Darcy to attempt the answer; however, should I survive this foray into enemy territory, and you find his answer inadequate, I shall do my best to assist you.”

“No, truly, Colonel. It is not for me to know. I should not have asked.”

Richard winked at her. “Ah, but I believe it is for you to know.” He stepped close to Darcy and muttered softly. “Use your chance wisely, or you will leave me no option but to reveal all I know about your feelings.”