“A secret engagement?” Darcy’s eyes widened. “No! Such deception would be insupportable.”

“You are correct in that, I suppose.” Robert sighed. “What will happen if we simply do nothing?”

Darcy could barely suppress a snort. “I imagine that Lady Catherine will do to you as she has done to me these ten years: promote the idea of engagement to you with excessive vigour.”

“Such would divert her attention for a time….” Robert raised his hand to his lips. “If Mr Fellows were to proceed in arranging a wedding during that interval, it is none of my concern. I am not engaged to Miss de Bourgh, after all, so his interest in her is of no consequence to me. I am, of course, delighted to make the acquaintance of a cousin to my cousin and, therefore, nearly my own relation. There can be no harm that I detect in furthering the acquaintance. None at all.”

“You will certainly incur her mother’s wrath if she recognizes your scheme,” Darcy cautioned.

“What scheme?” Robert smiled at Darcy. “I shall be as a pawn to Lady Catherine. I cannot be accused of scheming and neither can you if we do not interfere with her plan.”

“Her plan is for you to marry her daughter,” Darcy informed him with a chuckle.

“Precisely so. I understand that she is a woman who is not to be gainsaid,” Robert smiled, “so she shall receive no opposition from me in furthering her plot, except that I shall, of course, fail to propose in the end. What Mr Fellows does with the opportunity is his own affair.”

“Anne is not capable of such disguise,” Darcy said, glancing at his cousin.

“Then we shall not inform her. Her words and actions cannot be shaded by what she does not know,” Robert pondered for a moment and continued, “I must insist that you speak to no one of what we have discussed. I shall provide Mr Fellows with a hint and no more. What is done by others must be by their inclination and not influenced by either of us.”

Darcy hesitated. Yet another secret I must keep from Elizabeth. He nodded and said with some reluctance, “I will honour your wish. Your privacy in this matter is assured.”

“Complete secrecy,” Robert emphasized, “requires keeping Colonel Fitzwilliam, Miss Bennet, and Miss Darcy uninformed as well as Anne de Bourgh. It may prove difficult.”

Darcy shifted uncomfortably and, peering through the eyehole of his mask, replied, “You have my word. Let us speak no more of it.”

“Agreed. I should much rather dance. I am not one to stand stupidly about at a ball, not when there are so many ladies desiring a partner. Have you not noticed the change in the countenance of a woman when she is asked to dance? This effect is particularly profound when, having been passed over by other men, she gives some consequence to her reply, as though one fears she might decline. No lady wishes to believe she was chosen out of charity; she would far prefer to be desirable.”

“You remind me of someone I know,” Darcy said with a slight smile. “He found an angel at a ball and married her.”

“Well, that is very encouraging.” Robert’s gaze passed over the crowd. “Where did you meet Miss Bennet?”

“At a ball,” Darcy replied and hastily added, “although we did not dance.”

“I must allow your betrothed to be an excellent dancer—so graceful and effortless. She puts many of the titled ladies in the room to shame tonight. Have you engaged her for another dance?”

“The last set,” Darcy said with a sigh. “I would have her for my partner every dance if I could, but, as you know, society allows but two. Civilization has unhappily cursed us with ridiculous restrictions in this. If we were but savages, we could dance with whomever we chose the whole of the evening.”

Robert laughed. “In America, the savages do not dance with women at all, unless they dance for rain. Excuse me, I believe I shall engage Miss Bennet for the next since this will not infringe on your own dance with her later in the evening.” He walked away with a pleasant smile on his lips.

Darcy’s fists clenched unconsciously as he watched Robert cross the room and approach Elizabeth. Although he had watched her dance with others in the course of the evening, the smile that graced her lips as she accepted his invitation to take the floor inexplicably stung. He watched the couple as they conversed at that moment, and he realized with some chagrin that her performance in the music room had marked the end of her silence. He imagined he could hear her tinkling laugh above the din as she tipped her head and spoke; her words, he observed, were witty enough to invoke a shoulder-shaking chuckle from his cousin. The musicians signalled the beginning of the next set, and the simple act of Elizabeth placing her gloved hand in his as he led her to their position stirred an emotion in him that only deepened when she curtseyed in Robert’s direction as the first movement of the dance began.

His vantage point was ideal, and he watched them, his eyes following Elizabeth’s every movement, unaware of the ladies who had come to stand near him, until their voices, raised to hear one another over the music, broke through his reverie.

“You are right, I believe,” tittered a skunk, who had evidently found the punch bowl irresistible. “We had ought to at least profess to like her.”

“She is likely to be in attendance at the best balls,” sighed a robin as she preened the red-feather bodice of her costume, “which is so unfair, considering what we know of her family. How she ever managed to make an impression on the redoubtable Mr Darcy is a mystery to me. It is shocking beyond words. I heard from his own aunt that the whole affair is suspect and that the entire family disapproves most heartily.”

“Ah, well, tis a shame to see such a fine man fall into the clutches of a predatory female. One can see well enough how she did it; no man can resist such an air of mystery as we have seen tonight. My own brother is half in love with her.”

“I thought for a moment tonight that I was dancing with Mr Darcy; soon, however, I discovered that my partner was not he, but his American cousin.” The robin pointed to Robert. “He may serve as a pleasant diversion for the season. He was utterly charming and ever so amiable. His stature seems equal to that of Mr Darcy. A woman could easily fall in love with him.”

“Yes,” said the skunk, “even Miss Bennet seems to be quite taken with him.” She pointed to Elizabeth, who was in lively conversation with Robert as they danced. “Perhaps she will regret accepting Mr Darcy so soon. Perhaps he will regret waiting so long for the wedding.”

Darcy could listen no longer, and he retreated from the ballroom to the library, where he would wait in solitude for the last dance of the evening.

 

 

 

 

Chapter Eight

EPIPHANY

 

The soft crackle of the small fire burning in the fireplace stirred Elizabeth from a deep sleep. It was still dark, and knowing that her aunt, uncle, and cousins would remain abed for some hours yet, she turned over in a vain attempt to reclaim slumber as her mind swirled with recollections from the ball that would not be suppressed in spite of the short night.

As the Twelfth Night hours had passed, Elizabeth gradually realized that demand for her as a dance partner was due less to admiration than to curiosity. The questions came, veiled in civility, leaving her in no doubt of society’s focused determination to strip away her veneer of confidence and test her mettle.

One man, whose costume was as ambiguous as it was elegant, inquired relentlessly about her relations. Elizabeth smiled in the darkness, recalling that conversation in particular.

“Your father, I am told, is a gentleman of some property,” he had sniffed, looking down at her over an enormous, frilly cravat. “Pray enlighten me on the magnitude of his estate. Is he a man of consequence?”

“Why yes,” Elizabeth had nodded graciously, “your information is correct; I believe that my father’s lands are among the finest in our neighbourhood. As to any specificity related to the vastness of his property, I am unable to answer you with precision, sir. Should I attempt to describe the grandeur of Longbourn as I perceive it, you may accuse me of being boastful, and rightfully so. I love the estate most fiercely. Perhaps if you addressed the question to Mr Darcy, he would gratify your curiosity with an objective opinion.”

“Perhaps,” the man had frowned, glancing nervously about before he queried in nasal tones. “What of your mother? What are her connections?”

Elizabeth had smiled patiently at him, as the figures of the dance now temporarily separated them. She considered the purpose behind the question, and when she returned to her partner, she addressed it. “My mother,” she had said brightly, “Mrs Francis Bennet, nee Gardiner, made quite an impression on Mr Darcy when he was lately in Hertfordshire.”

She had turned away, dancing lightly on her feet as her gloved hand grasped that of the gentleman in the progressing couple, resuming the conversation once restored to her own partner. “My mother’s brother, Mr Edward Gardiner, has become a great favourite of Mr Darcy. I have wondered at times if my betrothed is not so fond of my mother’s relations as he is of me!” She had laughed gaily, “My aunt and uncle happen to be here as guests of Lord Matlock tonight. Perhaps you have met them. They are disguised as hedgehogs, but I am certain his lordship would be pleased to provide an introduction, should you venture to ask for it.”

The inquest would have undoubtedly continued had the dance not concluded at that moment, and the second dance, to Elizabeth’s profound relief, was a fast-paced reel. When the set was complete, her heart fluttered with the knowledge that the last dances were now upon her. Several searches over the past few hours had determined that Mr Darcy was not to be seen in the ballroom, and she experienced a pang of concern that he would not reappear for their dances, the final set of the night.

Now, in this dim pre-dawn hour, she quietly re-lived the moment of his appearance to claim her for the dance, and Elizabeth was astonished to realize the ever-growing extent of her attachment to Mr Darcy. Her heart quickened with the memory, and she rested her hand on her breast as she conjured first the music and then the man in her mind.

With his left hand lightly on her back as his right hand clasped hers, he guided her to the floor, and the first strains of the music had begun, obligating them to honour one another with a curtsey and bow. Several minutes of speechless dancing passed before Elizabeth finally teased, “Mr Darcy, I do believe that at least a few words must pass between us, lest those who study our every step conclude that we disdain each other.”

“My dear Miss Bennet, such a conclusion is not possible.” Darcy shook his head solemnly.

“Not possible?” Elizabeth feigned disagreement. “But of course it is possible for such a determination to occur when two persons—who are supposed to be madly in love—do not speak to each other after having been separated nearly the whole of the evening.”

“Your concern is understandable, of course, since you cannot have known that my cousin Colonel Fitzwilliam has most industriously circulated his certain knowledge of my utter adoration of you among the guests.” A muscle twitched in his cheek, nearly pulling his lips into a half-smile.

“Oh.” Elizabeth cocked her head to the side, considering the information. “That was truly most obliging of him, but I fear that many still harbour suspicions that my attachment to you is mercenary. Why I have overheard more than one person speculate that very idea tonight.”

“I cannot deny that some in this assembly own this ridiculous belief. You may, therefore, take some comfort in learning that my cousin Anne and my sister have taken no small delight in telling anyone who will listen how diligently I was forced to pursue your affections and that it was only through great persistence that I overcame your objections to a match between us.”

Elizabeth laughed, “I am now well assured that your cousins and sister are determined to promote me in this society, yet you have granted no assurance of your own desire to do so.”

Darcy looked thoughtful then, pausing long before he replied with earnest sincerity, “You are perfectly right, of course. I have not the talent of conversing with those who are not my intimate friends; yet, I have, on numerous occasions, witnessed your own remarkable abilities in this regard. I failed to recognize your need for such a recommendation, which I see now was an insupportable error on my part. If I must make an excuse, it would be that surely my offer of marriage is a profound signal of my esteem. It was a foolish mistake, however, made due to a faulty assumption on my part. If my conduct has in any way made you uncomfortable, please accept my deepest apologies.”

“Mr Darcy,” Elizabeth chided in mock severity, “this will not do! I was in no way seeking your ‘deepest apologies,’ no indeed! I was striving to provoke you into yet another declaration of your ardent love for me! It is beyond selfish, I know; however, I find that I like it very much indeed when you do it. Your disapproval over this small vanity would be a great disappointment, yet I am willing to risk it in spite of myself … on the slim chance that I may triumph instead. Now that you know of my scheme, despise me if you dare!” She laughed and fluttered her fan and watched with satisfaction as he gave a slight shake of his head, even as colour tinged his cheeks.

At that very moment in the dance, they passed each other with what should have been the barest touch of their gloved hands, yet he had clasped hers tightly, the sensation of his grip lingering long after he had released her hand. Elizabeth smiled to herself, wondering if Mr Darcy’s hand had tingled the way hers had at that moment.

It was during this pleasant state of reverie that Elizabeth was quite suddenly restored to the present by the sound of Emilie at her dressing table assembling the pots for Elizabeth’s morning toilette.

“Whatever are you doing here, Emilie?” Elizabeth muttered from her bed. “It is too early.”

“I beg your pardon, Miss Bennet. I wished to be prepared to attend you as soon as you desire it, knowing the importance of the day.”

“To what do you refer?” Elizabeth propped herself up on her elbows. “Today is Twelfth Day, so there shall be no lessons or fittings this morning. I shall, of course, attend the Epiphany church service with my aunt and uncle later in the day, but that is yet hours away.”

“My sincerest apologies,” Emilie curtseyed and began backing out of the room, “I had naturally thought that you would wish to appear your very best today for Mr Darcy’s sake.”

Elizabeth sat the rest of the way up. “I have no expectation of seeing Mr Darcy today, Emilie. Indeed, he said nothing of calling at all when we spoke last evening.” She lay back down on her pillow and sighed. “I am not certain in the least of when I shall next be in company with him. I did not think to ask.”

Emilie hesitated and spoke cautiously, “It shall most decidedly be today, mademoiselle.”

“How could you possibly know such a thing, Emilie?”

“Trust me in this, madam. He shall call for you at an early hour in hopes to persuade you to attend the Epiphany service at Saint George’s with him, after which he will likely take you to Fitzwilliam House for a grand luncheon.”

“It is a lovely speculation, but we have made no plans…,”

“Do you have any other engagement today?” Emilie said knowingly. “After your introduction to society last night, it will be expected that you shall be seen out with Mr Darcy today, and since no masks are worn, it is your first outing together where the future Mrs Darcy shall be truly seen. Come, we must make you beautiful!”

“I do hope you are right, Emilie. You may light the candles.” Elizabeth got out of bed and stretched. “I would dearly love to see Mr Darcy’s face again today—it was exceedingly difficult to discern his opinion of anything last night, for both of our faces were concealed, and we truly had very little conversation between us for most of the evening. I had greatly anticipated the ball but found it wanting in the end.”

“Your song—it went well, no?”

Elizabeth laughed. “Perhaps next time, I shall not sing a song that ends in a tragic death, for such was a portend of the fate of my recital! The conclusion of my performance was illuminated by a most spectacular and peculiar interruption on the part of Mr Darcy’s aunt, Lady Catherine. My father has oft accused my sisters of being the silliest females in England, but, I daresay, Lady Catherine de Bourgh put on a display last night that rivals the antics even of my sister Lydia.”

~*~

Following her toilette, which she admitted silently to her reflection had produced a happy result, Elizabeth excused Emilie and retrieved her small stack of letters from Jane. In the soft morning light, she moved to the window and re-read Jane’s most recent missive.

My dearest Lizzy,

Since my last letter, Charles and I have continued our travels along the coast, which has proven to be rather quiet and romantic. We have stopped at Ramsgate, Dover, Eastbourne and Brighton thus far. The roads have been surprisingly good for winter, and we have encountered no significant delays, which is a great relief. We arrived yesterday on the Isle of Wight, where we have planned to visit with the Hursts and Caroline. Charles was most anxious to discern the current state of his sister’s illness and see whether circumstances would allow him to bring his other sister, Annabelle, to join them there for their mutual convalescence and recovery.

What we discovered upon our arrival has been nothing short of astonishing. Nearly the moment we entered the house, Caroline, who at first seemed no different to me from when I first knew her, began speaking of none other than Mr Darcy! He had, she was quite delighted to tell us, followed her there, and spent two-weeks in the neighbourhood at Christmas. She was firm in her belief that an offer of marriage from him was expected upon his return. As you may imagine, Charles was greatly alarmed, but then Mr Hurst stepped forward and confirmed all she said, that Mr Darcy had truly been there and Caroline had indeed seen him. He disagreed only with the expectation of a proposal.

My husband had barely overcome his amazement, when Mr Hurst informed him that the Mr Darcy they spoke of was, in spite of looking a great deal like their friend, a different man altogether. Caroline would hear none of Mr Hurst’s arguments but insisted that it was indeed the same man. She even spoke of riding in Mr Darcy’s fine carriage to a Christmas dinner at a nearby estate, which she cited as proof of her claim.

Seeing my distress, Louisa took me aside and brought me into her confidence, explaining that the Mr Darcy we know apparently has a cousin from America. As we were thus in conversation, Caroline inquired regarding my presence there, and when Charles informed her that I am now Mrs Bingley, I came to realize that I had truly misjudged her opinion of me. She was greatly disturbed and spoke with no kindness toward the match. We departed shortly thereafter to spend the night at an inn, for Charles could not bear to see her treat me with derision and would not subject me to remaining in the same household. We promised to return today, and I am determined to mend our friendship. It must have brought Caroline no small degree of pain to learn that she was not present for our marriage ceremony, and I am certain that in obtaining her forgiveness, we may set ourselves right once more. I will naturally exercise caution, for I have not forgotten that she is not entirely well. In spite of all that has happened, I dearly hope that we shall forge some mutual regard as sisters. Louisa has been most kind, and Charles and I are of the belief that the Hursts shall help us to overcome Caroline’s unhappy opinion.

As you may well imagine, we thought it best not to disturb Caroline’s fragile state with news of your betrothal to Mr Darcy. I very nearly had to pinch Kitty to stop her from speaking of it. I will seek an opportune moment to do so prior to your nuptials next summer.

Kitty is enjoying every moment of the journey thus far, taking much pleasure in the sights we have seen. Mr Bingley has been most solicitous of our comfort, and I find it curious to observe that she reminds me less of Lydia every day. Even Mr Bingley has taken note of the change in her behaviour, which is more refined and demure than was her manner in Hertfordshire. This has resulted in the admiration of several young gentlemen at the balls we have attended. She has informed me that she prefers these attentions to those of the officers she was so recently enamoured with in Meryton, which I know will please you, Lizzy, although I fear Lydia shall be disappointed when Kitty returns home so altered.

We shall remain here on this Isle for two weeks, longer if Charles sends for Annabelle. I dearly hope that your letters to me shall catch up, for I have had but one letter from you thus far, and I am so very curious about your time in London. Are my aunt and uncle well? Do you still tease my little cousins to make them laugh? How is your debut going? Is it all that you had hoped it to be? Do write soon, Lizzy, and share all the news from London.

With warm affection,

Mrs Jane Bingley

Elizabeth spent the next hour composing a long letter to Jane, with a lively report on the Twelfth Night Ball, which was sure to entertain her sister. A similar letter to her father followed. Particular attention was given to anything that had seemed ridiculous in that society to which she had been introduced. Once she was assured of her father’s good spirits from the early contents of her letter, she added a plea that he consent to an earlier marriage date, assuring him that she knew her own mind and that this was, indeed, the desire of her heart.

A letter to her mother was enclosed within, the back of the page consisting of letters to Mary and Lydia, cross-written so that each sister had her own direction. In this way, Lydia could not complain that Mary’s letter was longer nor gloat that it was shorter.

~*~

Elizabeth had just finished her breakfast when a servant brought her a note that had been received at the door, informing her that the footman who had delivered it was awaiting her reply. She recognized the elegant hand of her betrothed on the front and, breaking the seal, eagerly opened it. As Emilie had predicted, Mr Darcy desired to call at the Gardiners’ house and hoped that Elizabeth would accompany him and his sister to a special event, which he did not name.

“Oh, dear!” Elizabeth exclaimed upon reading the invitation aloud to her aunt. “I know that you and my uncle are engaged for the Epiphany service at your church today. What am I to do for a chaperone?”

Mrs Gardiner smiled fondly at her niece. “Mr Darcy’s sister has a companion, does she not? You may tell Mr Darcy that although it is not possible for me to serve as your chaperone today, if Mrs Annesley is attending Miss Darcy, and she agrees to watch over you as well, you may go on your outing. Of course, as her master, Mr Darcy’s approval must also be obtained, but I suspect that is not likely to be an obstacle. The presence of Mrs Annesley shall, without a doubt, provide sufficient respectability to your party.”

The reply was made, and less than an hour later, Elizabeth was handed into Darcy’s carriage, dressed in an elegant ensemble of entirely new clothing. Georgiana greeted Elizabeth joyously, and Mrs Annesley greeted her with warmth as well. Darcy shifted to the rear-facing position, leaving a warm seat beside Georgiana for Elizabeth. When she was settled, he tapped the roof of the carriage, and they began to move.

“Are we away to St. Georges?” Elizabeth ventured after a few moments of watching Georgiana and Darcy smiling knowingly at one another. “Emilie said that is where you would attend the Epiphany service today. Not knowing the address of Darcy House, I could only suppose that she was correct. I have never been there before.”

“St. Georges or Darcy House?” Darcy queried with a smile.

Georgiana giggled shyly, “Brother, do stop teasing Miss Bennet. You must tell her where we are going, lest I burst from excitement!”

Darcy nodded indulgently at her and replied, “Georgiana, would you like to do it?”

Georgiana smiled and nodded and patted Elizabeth’s knee. “We have received an invitation to Whitehall Chapel! The prince himself shall conduct the Epiphany ceremony, and we shall be there!”

“Whitehall?” Elizabeth cried out in astonishment and some confusion, “How can this be? Did your uncle arrange this? I suppose as a peer…,”

“No!” Georgiana interrupted excitedly. “It was not our uncle, but our cousin Robert Darcy who obtained the invitation on our behalf!”

“Is this true?” Elizabeth shook her head in disbelief.

“It is indeed true,” Darcy nodded. “My cousin was personally invited to the ceremony by his host, Speaker Abbot. Robert declined, saying that he wished to spend the day with his newly discovered family, and the speaker generously offered to allow us to join them. We are to meet Robert at Whitehall and a guard shall escort us to the door.”

“A guard?”

“We shall be within the chapel at the Banqueting House and witness to the royal ceremonies and service. The guard is to ensure that none enter who do not belong within.”

“What ceremony shall the Prince Regent perform?” Georgiana nearly whispered and, then, paled, grasped at her throat and gasped, “I have never been near royalty before. What I am to do?”

“Do not worry yourself unduly,” Darcy reassured her. “It shall not be in any way similar to a presentation at court. You shall not have to do anything except behave with decorum. Pertaining to your first question, the ceremony performed by the sovereign of England, which I have witnessed once before, is a celebration of our Lord’s presentation to the Gentile nations. It used to be that the king offered a byzant, or wedge of gold, but now when the king performs the ceremony at the altar, the offering is five guineas.”

“That hardly seems enough,” Georgiana pouted. “It should be ten at least.”

“There is more, little one,” Darcy addressed Georgiana but looked to Elizabeth as he spoke. “It is then that the Lord Chamberlain steps forward and presents a finely carved box containing three silk purses. Can you guess what is in them?”

Georgiana shrugged her shoulders impatiently. “I cannot guess, Brother. Will you not tell me?”

“Miss Bennet, would you like to guess?” Darcy invited her with great warmth.

“There can only be one correct answer,” Elizabeth smiled at Georgiana. “Georgiana is right—five guineas is surely not enough of an offering for the King of Kings. One of the purses must, therefore, contain a greater measure of gold. Am I correct?”

“I would have been disappointed if you were not,” Darcy affirmed. “The first purse contains the purest leaf-gold the king can procure. Would you care to speculate on the contents of the other two purses?”

“Speculate?” Elizabeth replied confidently, “I have no need to speculate. Frankincense and myrrh, Mr Darcy, are the only possible answers.”

“Oh!” Georgiana exclaimed, “I should have guessed that if I had thought on it long enough. Of course I would since on the twelfth day we always honour the three Magi who brought gifts to the Lord. Miss Elizabeth, you are terribly clever to have thought of it so quickly. What happens next? Is the ceremony then over?”

“The prince shall declare to the assembly that the gifts of the magi and his offering of gold are consecrated to the church to bless the poor. Some monks shall silently enter and take the box and the coins away. Then there will be a sermon given on the shedding of the blood of the innocents as decreed by Herod. It could be very short, or it may last a very long time. One never knows until one sees who is giving the sermon.”

“It always makes me weep, thinking of all those babies murdered in their mothers’ arms.” Georgiana sniffled.

“One must not cry at Whitehall,” Mrs Annesley patted Georgiana’s knee, “but if the water springs from your eyes unbidden, I pray you use a handkerchief and make no sound.”

Wide-eyed, Georgiana nodded, and the party was silent and introspective until the coach stopped, and they were let out. Robert Darcy awaited them, and they were escorted, silently and reverently, to the doors. From there they walked to the midpoint of the great chapel, and a man, whom Elizabeth presumed to be Speaker Abbot, beckoned them into a pew. Following softly spoken introductions, they were quickly settled, and Darcy first gained her attention, then pointed upward. Elizabeth tipped her head back and softly gasped at the sight of the exquisite painting on the ceiling. She studied it carefully for some time and then whispered to Darcy, “It is Rubens, is it not?”

Darcy nodded and looked at her in that way she had come to treasure, with a faint smile and sparkling eyes. In correctly identifying the artist, she knew she had pleased him. She would inform him later that there was a rendition of the work in one of her father’s books, and she supposed that he would then commend her on the knowledge she had acquired through extensive reading.

The book had also depicted the architecture of the chapel; yet, to sit within the chamber with its expansive windows, velvet draperies, gilded Roman details and exquisite paintings overhead, left Elizabeth in awe. She had not imagined that she would attend such a service in such a place today, and she watched cautiously as the occupants of the pews around them arrived. It was immediately evident that the majority of those in attendance were of the first circles and titled. The fineness of their clothing and jewellery vouched for their wealth, and they wore superiority on their faces as well as any accessory.

If Elizabeth had harboured concerns that her attendance would attract attention, they were dispelled with rapidity. The persons in the surrounding pews seemed to barely glance their way, and if their gaze lingered on their party, it was upon Darcy and his cousin, not upon the ladies who accompanied them.

~*~

After the service, Elizabeth was allowing herself to deliberate on what the rest of the day might bring when the other attendees of the service descended on them in droves, surrounding their little party, acknowledging either Speaker Abbot or Darcy by name, pausing for the requisite introductions. Elizabeth marvelled at their quick discernment between Robert and Darcy, for not one person mistook the American for his English cousin. She observed their manners with fascination as precedence drove the sequence of introductions. Her mother, in spite of many other failures in her education, had been quite thorough in training her daughters to perform the rituals of social introductions with perfection, and Elizabeth was perfectly at ease in making the acquaintance of the nobility who deigned to approach them.

She quickly realized, however, that Georgiana was completely overwhelmed. At the first broken stutter, Elizabeth turned to see her, drained of colour and trembling uncontrollably. Mrs Annesley was supporting her by one elbow to prevent her from falling to the ground in abject fear.

Darcy had clearly not anticipated the situation, having attended church services together with his sister many times. He realized too late that Georgiana, not yet out, was ill-equipped to face such an onslaught of society. Elizabeth, with a grace she did not fully feel, completed the restrained curtsey and greeting due to the countess to whom she had just been introduced and moved effortlessly to Georgiana’s other side, linking arms with her.

“All will be well,” she whispered so softly that only Georgiana could hear. “There is nothing to fear.”

Georgiana, eyes wide with fright, attempted a courageous smile, watching as Darcy engaged in conversation with a baronet and introduced him to Robert. Elizabeth continued to whisper courage to her, “Miss Darcy, do not be unsettled! This man is no better than you are or I am; he is as much a mortal as we are and not nearly so handsome as you.”

Georgiana’s trembling lessened, and, following the introduction by her brother, she managed to squeak out, “I … I … I … am pleased to m-m-m-meet you, S-S-S-Sir Humphrey.”

“Sir Humphrey,” Elizabeth successfully diverted the man’s attention, “I believe I heard Mr Darcy say that you are from Kent. I hope to visit there in the coming year. Pray, have you any advice on the best months for such a trip? I would like to see that county at its finest.”

From there, Elizabeth inquired about his manor and discovered that he was fond of cards and fishing. She also learned that he provided a home for his mother and four sisters, which Elizabeth commended wholeheartedly. Concluding the conversation, Elizabeth wished him well and turned back to Georgiana, who, though still shaking, was no longer in imminent danger of falling.

As Sir Humphrey walked away, Elizabeth giggled in Georgiana’s ear and patted her arm reassuringly, “Did you not enjoy that? Have you ever seen a more dandy fellow? I fear my father would not have a high opinion of him—he sports far too much lace for a man—that is what he would say, and my dear papa considers the use of a quizzing glass to be perhaps the most ridiculous affectation he ever beheld, but I liked Sir Humphrey well enough. What is your opinion?”

Georgiana curiously turned and watched the departing Sir Humphrey, who, as if on cue, turned around and held the glass up to peer at them through it. A faint smile flickered across her lips, and some colour returned to her face as she nodded, “I also liked him, and I am ever so glad that my brother does not wear so much lace as he.”

“I agree with all my heart, Georgiana. If your brother wore as much lace as Sir Humphrey, my father would have no conversation with him, and my mother would certainly dominate his ear. I imagine that your brother would not enjoy such a turn! Let us hope that abundant lace does not return to men of fashion before the wedding!”

Georgiana laughed a heartier laugh than had broken through her lips in many a year, silencing herself quickly when the sound echoed in the chapel, although her delight at what Elizabeth had said produced a loud sigh. “Now, take a deep breath,” Elizabeth advised kindly as they turned, arm in arm, to face the next introduction together. “I find that sufficient breath is distinctly to one’s advantage when facing the paragons of society.”

~*~

The carriage rocked and swayed as the party of four rode in silence. Elizabeth stared out the window at the city streets, apparently deep in thought. Darcy watched her, mesmerized by the expression on her face, unaware that his sister was, likewise, observing him. Mrs Annesley appeared to be gazing out of the window on the other side of the carriage, although she was, in fact, quietly assessing Georgiana’s reaction to the morning’s events.

After ten minutes of no conversation among them, Elizabeth finally turned away from the window and said to Darcy, “I find that I am a little hungry and very much looking forward to today’s luncheon. How long is the drive to Fitzwilliam House from here?”

Georgiana looked quizzically at her brother and back to Elizabeth, excitedly responding before Darcy could speak, “I thought you knew, Miss Bennet! We are taking you to Darcy House today for luncheon.”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened as she looked at Darcy, who nodded lazily at her, his pleasant and relaxed expression giving nothing away of what was in his heart, for he was, in reality, quite overcome with anticipation of the moment when the future Mrs Darcy would first cross the threshold of his home. “Georgiana is correct. Indeed, we have very nearly arrived at Darcy House now.”

Elizabeth gasped involuntarily. “Mr Darcy, I have greatly anticipated this day, yet now that the moment is here, I find myself feeling quite unprepared for it.”

“Unprepared?” Darcy shook his head, not comprehending her dismay. “This requires no preparation on your part.”

“You are wrong!” Elizabeth said emphatically, “I always believe in first impressions, and now I am to meet the staff of this household, and I have made no effort to discover anything about them.”

Darcy frowned, “It is not for you to impress them, but rather, they must impress you.”

“Servants talk among themselves, however—“

“Miss Bennet, if I may say something,” Mrs Annesley interrupted, “I may be able to alleviate your concern.” When Elizabeth nodded, Georgiana’s companion continued. “Most of Mr Darcy’s household staff were at Fitzwilliam House last night for the Twelfth Night ball, either as guests or assisting the Fitzwilliam servants. They all knew who you were within moments, although you could never have known who they were. I am afraid this will not be their first impression of you. I am not usually one to gossip, but you might wish to know that the talk in the kitchen this morning was favourable toward you, and now it is their turn for that first impression. I am quite certain they shall withstand your scrutiny.”

“Oh.” Elizabeth sighed and smiled uncertainly toward Darcy. “It seems that my worry about this moment was for naught. It is just as well, for after making the acquaintance of so many persons of your society today at Whitehall, I am relieved to discover that I need not make a conquest of your servants after all.”

Darcy chuckled, “I knew, of course, that we would encounter some persons of the ton at Whitehall, but I supposed that more would remain at their country houses until after the holidays were concluded. Most who attended today have returned to London early for the assembly of Parliament. You did quite well, my dear, with the introductions. They found you charming.”

“I shall be content with ‘charming,’ for I always told Jane that with no dowries or connections, we truly have nothing but our charms to recommend us,” Elizabeth said, too brightly.

Darcy frowned and Georgiana cried out, “Miss Elizabeth, you must not speak so! My brother,” she stopped and looked at Darcy fiercely, “my brother loves you!”

Darcy looked cautiously between the two before he replied, “You are both correct. Georgiana, you speak truth, I do love Miss Bennet, and no want of dowry or connection shall threaten my attachment or admiration of her now. As for you, Miss Bennet,” he spoke her name with the softness of a caress, “do not underestimate the power of your considerable charms. You shall no doubt enchant all who come to know you, and they shall be bewitched by your spell, as am I.”

Elizabeth could make no reply, for the carriage came to a stop, and within a few seconds, the door was opened by a footman. Deprived of her retort, she puckered her lips and said, “You shall pay for that speech at a later time, Mr Darcy, I promise.”

“I look forward to it with anticipation, my dear,” Mr Darcy replied soberly.

Elizabeth arched her brow and, with a wry smile, disembarked the carriage, while Georgiana looked on with confusion. “Is she angry at you, Brother?”

Darcy shook his head with an expression that echoed Elizabeth’s. “No, Georgiana, that is not anger. It is charm.”

~*~

As the party approached the doors of the house, Darcy offered his arm, and Elizabeth entered the house at his side. She did not anticipate the sight of the household staff formally lined up in the entry hall to greet them, and, for a fleeting moment, her astonishment left her speechless. Only the most important guests are thus received! Elizabeth glanced upward at Darcy, to discover his tender gaze intently focused on her face before he turned to face the staff.

“Mr West, Mrs Cooke, I am pleased to present your future mistress, Miss Elizabeth Bennet.” Elizabeth nodded with a gracious smile in response to their bows and curtseys. “She is my betrothed, and as such, I fully expect that she shall be treated with the utmost respect and deference as if she had already taken my name. Whatever she speaks shall be done without hesitation or denial by this staff.”

“Very good, sir.” Mr West acknowledged the directive with a bow.

“I assure you that these instructions shall be carefully observed,” Mrs Cooke replied to Darcy, before turning to Elizabeth, welcoming her and prompting the maids to help Elizabeth, Georgiana, and Mrs Annesley shed their outerwear.

Nearly the moment their pelisses were off, Georgiana became uncharacteristically animated, her eyes wide with excitement. She took Elizabeth’s hand as she turned to face Darcy and breathed, “My dear brother, the moment we have waited for has finally come!” She closed her eyes and sighed. “It is really true, is it not? I shall have a sister, and you shall have a wife! Come, Miss Elizabeth,” she tugged on Elizabeth’s hand, drawing her deeper into the entry, “please permit us to show you the house! I have feared that I would be forced to serve as hostess here someday, but now that you are here, the duty shall fall to you, and I shall be spared!”

Elizabeth laughed delightedly. “Georgiana, it is too soon! Indeed, you are still hostess today! I am not Mrs Darcy yet, nor shall I be so for another five months complete. I would not presume to rob you of your rightful role as your brother’s hostess in this, the home you share with him. You, my dear sister-to-be, shall pour the tea today, and we shall hear nothing more of it. You shall practice on your brother and Mrs Annesley and me—we are certainly nothing to fear, are we, Mr Darcy?”

“No, indeed, we are not.”

Georgiana frowned, “But Cousin Robert shall be here, too, and Colonel Fitzwilliam. It is too much, Miss Elizabeth! Please, will you not consider it, just for today?” She turned to Darcy, “Oh, Brother, would you not prefer Miss Elizabeth serve today? Can you not importune her to do it?”

Elizabeth’s brows had raised slightly, her eyes set on Darcy to hear his answer. “Georgiana,” Darcy replied kindly, “it is a matter of duty for the lady of the house to take the role, and today, that is you. I know you are not accustomed to it, but you must become so.”

“I do not see why, Brother,” Georgiana said with a quivering voice. “Miss Bingley was always happy enough to pour the tea, and she was not the lady of the house. She was but Mr Bingley’s sister.”

“Yes, that is true,” Darcy conceded, “but you were younger then, and Miss Bingley offered to do so willingly. Miss Bennet has expressed no such desire.”

Georgiana’s eyes widened, and wringing her hands, she turned to Elizabeth, “I beg you! Do not refuse me!”

“Upon my word,” Elizabeth said sweetly, “this is certainly a dilemma! Miss Darcy, you are, by right and position, hostess in this house until I am married to your brother. There is nothing to be done about that; however, if you were to prevail upon me to pour the tea after your guests are assembled and properly greeted by Mr Darcy, I do believe I would be obliged to accept your invitation.”

“Oh!” Georgiana cried out in relief, “that is simply perfect, Miss Elizabeth! Brother, she is terribly clever, is she not?”

“She is resourceful indeed,” Darcy acknowledged. “We must think of some suitable way to express our thanks to Miss Bennet for taking pity on your situation.”

Elizabeth could not reply, for Georgiana had her by the hand, eagerly leading her deeper into Darcy House. Darcy and Mrs Annesley followed behind, and, although Elizabeth shot occasional glances over her shoulder at Darcy, she was attentive to Georgiana, admiring the architecture, décor, and tastefulness of the dwelling with enthusiasm.

Had she been aware of how closely Mr Darcy observed her reactions and the pleasure he took in hearing her opinions of the house, she may have felt some perturbation, but as it was, Elizabeth’s delight in the house was undisturbed by the scrutiny of its master. His mind, however, was increasingly engaged in thoughts of the coming day when Elizabeth would walk the halls of his houses as mistress. The excursion was nearing its conclusion when the butler quietly informed him that luncheon would be served in half an hour.

“Georgiana,” Darcy interrupted his sister, who was gushing about Hyde Park in the spring, “I believe there is sufficient time to include a tour of the stables. They are not so extensive as those at Pemberley, but I am most eager to introduce Miss Bennet to a certain sweet-tempered mare and establish the date when she shall begin her riding lessons.”

“Oh!” Elizabeth exclaimed softly, “Mr Darcy, as delighted as I am at the prospect, you must see that I am not appropriately attired today to walk around the stables. Surely such an outing may wait until I am wearing something suitable.”

Georgiana looked at Elizabeth with delight and asked, “Do you ride?” Elizabeth shook her head, and Georgiana, frowning, turned to Darcy. “Which mare, Brother?”

“Frieda. She is older and docile,” Darcy replied assuredly. “She will give Miss Bennet no trouble.”

“This will not do!” Georgiana clicked her tongue and sighed. “Frieda does not give you trouble. She is docile, it is true, yet she is stubborn and wilful if the reins are held by an inexperienced rider. You must put her on Esther.”

“Esther?” Darcy shook his head. “No, she is too spirited.”

Georgiana turned away from Darcy and smiled broadly at Elizabeth. “Esther has a smooth gait that makes one feel perfectly safe, and, with a firm hand, she is as obedient a mount as one could ask for. She is accustomed to my side-saddles, and we are of a similar height, are we not?”

Elizabeth nodded in agreement and quickly asked, “But is Esther your mount? Will I be taking away your favourite?”

Georgiana shook her head emphatically, “You must not think so! I can ride any of the mares in the stables—I wish for you to learn on Esther—she is best for you, I am sure of it!”

A loud knock on the front door of the house interrupted their conversation, and, upon hearing familiar voices in the entry, Darcy abandoned the idea of visiting the stables in favour of receiving their guests instead.

~*~

Settled in the drawing room, Elizabeth was prepared to greet Colonel Fitzwilliam and Robert Darcy, since Georgiana had mentioned that they were expected, but accompanying the Colonel, instead, were Anne de Bourgh and her companion.

Georgiana’s alarm was discernible, as she looked anxiously past the arriving party. “Where is my aunt?”

“She is not here,” Colonel Fitzwilliam said with a smile. “Do you wish me to fetch her?”

“Oh, no—do not do that!” Georgiana shook her head, “However did you steal Anne away from her?”

“One does not steal from Lady Catherine,” the colonel said solemnly. “One must trick her.”

“Cousin Richard!” Anne scolded.

“It is truth,” he replied, with evident amusement. “I merely told her that I was to enjoy luncheon with my cousins at Darcy House and looked forward with anticipation to furthering my acquaintance with Robert Darcy. Aunt Catherine immediately insisted that Anne accompanies me. I could not bear to disappoint her and granted her request.”

“Where is Cousin Robert?” Georgiana asked. “I had thought he would be with you.”

“The Yank? He is presumably en route. It is most convenient that he possesses a carriage. He readily agreed to transport our other guest and has saved me the trouble of going out of my way. It is just as well; my cousin’s neighbours will not even notice the arrival of a Darcy carriage at this house, and it would not do to raise speculation in this case.”

“There is another guest?” Georgiana gulped. “I beg you tell me; who else is coming?”

“Why, yes, there is another,” the colonel replied, his eyes dancing with mischief. “He is a fine fellow indeed, seeking a wife amongst the daughters of London society.”

“But I am not yet out,” Georgiana paled and pleaded softly to her brother. “Surely you do not wish me to marry so soon … do you wish me out of the house?”

Darcy crossed the room and embraced his sister, glaring at Fitzwilliam over her shoulder. “Do not fret; he is not coming for you, Georgiana. Richard is teasing.”

The door to the drawing room opened, and a faint gasp was heard from Anne de Bourgh when Mr Robert Darcy and Mr John Fellows were announced.

 

 

 

 

Chapter Nine

THE SOURCE OF DISCOMFORT AND SERENITY

 

“How I wish that you had been there, Aunt Gardiner! I may well describe the day to you, but it is not the same as if you had seen it for yourself.” Elizabeth sighed as she removed her outerwear.

“It was a disappointment for me as well, yet I daresay that if you tell me every detail, I may be consoled. Before we talk, however, you may wish to read this letter that arrived today. It is from your father.” Mrs Gardiner pressed it into her hand.

“How strange it is that he, of all people, would post a letter so quickly.” Elizabeth examined the exterior, stroking the edge curiously. “I have not yet been in London a fortnight, and my father is never diligent in correspondence—even in matters of urgency. I cannot imagine what might compel him to pick up a pen! It cannot be a reply to my letter—there has not been sufficient time. I do hope that my mother is well.”

“She was in excellent health when we were last in Meryton, excepting her nerves, perhaps, which seemed to improve after Jane’s wedding. I am sure there is no cause for alarm.”

“I believe I shall take it to my room to read it. If you do not mind waiting for our talk, we can speak of today’s events in the morning.”

Mrs Gardiner kissed her niece on the cheek, “Of course, my dear. Go read your letter, and we shall speak tomorrow. Good-night.”

~*~

“Whitehall was magnificent, of course,” Elizabeth began, “and the Twelfth Day ceremonies were delightful in every way. I had never actually seen the Prince Regent before, and I confess to observing that ‘Prinny’ suits him as a name very well indeed. I daresay that my father would have made great sport of the man, for I do believe that there was not an inch of his person that was not decorated with a bit of lace or trim or a shiny button. It was truly ridiculous.”

Mrs Gardiner frowned, “Your father’s mockery does him no credit, Elizabeth. When our minds venture to the derision of our neighbours, our manners will eventually reveal our contempt, in spite of our effort to conceal it. Civility cannot long mask disdain.”

Elizabeth sighed and poured a cup of tea. “That is true, Aunt, and for my father’s sake, I wish it were not so. I was awake much of the night, pondering the question of my father’s opinion of Mr Darcy. The letter, you see…”

“Oh, yes, the letter!” Mrs Gardiner set her cup aside. “Pray tell me, what does your father say?”

“He gave me much to think about, Aunt, but I do not wish to discuss what my father wrote to me, at least not yet. It was most distressing, and I feel a need to reflect on what he disclosed to me before I speak. I shall confide it all to you very soon.”

“I am sorry, dear; I did not mean to pry. Do continue with what you were saying. You mentioned the Prince.”

“Oh, yes, and many nobles were there as well. There was not an empty seat to be seen in the hall, and each person was dressed, it seemed, more elegantly than the last. Poor Miss Darcy was nearly overcome by the grandeur of it all.”

“And what of my niece?” Mrs Gardiner teased.

“Your niece was astonished to discover herself quite serene in the face of such splendour. I admit, there was a moment when I felt myself almost shrink under the scrutiny of a rather imperious duchess, but I looked up at Mr Darcy in that instant, and the warmth in his eyes calmed me, and the swelling in my breast restored my resolve. From that moment forward, nothing could intimidate me, and I enjoyed the event very much indeed.” Elizabeth turned her attention to her cup, sipping cautiously on the barely-cooled tea.

“I know you well enough to believe that your courage would have risen regardless of the warmth in the eyes of your betrothed, but it is truly remarkable to see that look on the face of a man, is it not?” Mrs Gardiner paused for the flush of pleasure that coloured Elizabeth’s face and the accompanying nod of agreement. “Such love as you have found shall give you power to endure the scrutiny of any number of lords and ladies, my dear, for the truest love enables us to bear that which is unbearable, and suffer those who are insufferable. What of the luncheon at Fitzwilliam House?”

“We did not join Mr Darcy’s relations at Fitzwilliam House, but went instead to Darcy House for refreshment.” Elizabeth smiled at her aunt’s reaction. “I see that this revelation has surprised you, as it did me! Imagine for a moment, finding myself—with almost no warning—on the threshold of the London household where I shall someday be mistress!”

“Miss Darcy and Mrs Annesley remained with you for the duration?”

“Oh, yes, the utmost attention was paid to propriety, as promised. We were in company the entire time. We were joined by Mr Darcy’s cousins: Colonel Fitzwilliam, Miss de Bourgh and Robert Darcy. There was one other in the party as well.”

“Not Lady Catherine?”

“No, indeed. It was rather shocking for poor Miss de Bourgh, for her mother had falsely informed her that Mr Fellows had returned to Kent on urgent business after the ball, and dear, dear Anne had done nothing but fret about the highwaymen and the hazardous winter roads through the night. When Robert Darcy arrived with Mr Fellows at his side, it was all Miss de Bourgh could do not to throw herself into his arms from sheer relief!”

“How did Lady Catherine arrive at the belief that Mr Fellows had departed London, Lizzy?”

“Well, that is a question, is it not? His concerns are surely not hers. It is certain he would not confide in her. I daresay she is too proud to lie, but from what I know of her, she bears no scruples that would prevent her from driving him away. We shall likely never know. Enough about Lady Catherine, however—I would not waste my breath on her when there is so much more to tell.”

“Oh?” Mrs Gardiner’s brows rose with curiosity. “There is yet more to tell?”

“Do not fear, Aunt. There is nothing scandalous, I assure you. Miss Darcy, who had expressed some trepidation over serving as her brother’s hostess, managed to perform the duties beautifully with the barest hint of encouragement, and Colonel Fitzwilliam kept us well entertained with astonishing tales of his military bravado, which I suspect were embellished in the telling.”

Mrs Gardiner nodded, “Such is the way of military men, my dear. I am certain that Miss Darcy was most grateful for your encouragement. What of Mr Darcy? Was he pleased to show you the house?”

“Mr Darcy was in all ways such a gracious host that I cannot help but wonder at the low opinion I held of him when first we met. His pride and arrogant behaviour at the Assembly Ball caused me to adopt an instant dislike of him at the time. I ponder now on what I perceived of him then, for now I know him to be the best of men, which gives me pause. Can what I see in him of late possibly be true, or am I somehow blinded to his faults by my ever-growing love? Is it rational to think that a man can change so completely? My greatest fear is that I do not truly know him, that I love a man whom I have imagined to be better than he is.”

“It is not like you to doubt your measure of a person, Lizzy. What raises these questions now?”

Elizabeth sipped again on her cup and, with some degree of hesitation, admitted, “I cannot be certain about the true source of my discomfort, although I first became aware of it yesterday when we had a quiet moment of conversation. He earnestly inquired after my opinion of the society we had encountered at the Twelfth Night ball and at Whitehall. At first, I avoided giving him my answer, for, in truth, there were but few I encountered whom I liked at all. Their air of superiority was exceedingly difficult to bear, and I was very happy to be away from them by the end of the night. When he pressed the question, I answered him truthfully, but my candour appeared to unsettle him. His demeanour became grave, and his reserve increased until we sat together silently, neither of us giving voice to our thoughts and feelings. For my part, I did not wish to further upset him. Just when I thought I must say something, he suddenly excused himself and, in great haste, he quit the room. He did not return for nearly half an hour.”

“Oh, Lizzy, how very distressing that must have been.” Aunt Gardiner patted Elizabeth’s hand sympathetically.

“Not so very distressing. Nearly the moment he vacated the seat beside me, his cousin, Robert Darcy, occupied it. We spoke at length of his time in England, particularly his impressions of Derbyshire and Hampshire. He spoke charmingly of his new friends in Parliament, and he told me somewhat of his home in America. I was immensely diverted when he mentioned his acquaintance with the Hursts and Caroline Bingley, and I acknowledged having met them in Hertfordshire. It took only a few moments of conversation before he suddenly declared, ‘It has occurred to me that you are none other than Miss Eliza Bennet!’ This realization appeared to ignite his interest in discussing my encounters with Miss Bingley, and he shared a few humorous tales of his own. I was so enjoying the conversation that I was unaware of the passage of time until I glanced at the clock when Mr Darcy returned to the room.”

“What is your opinion of Mr Darcy’s American relation?”

“I like him very much indeed. He is amiable, like Mr Bingley, and his conversation is intelligent and informed. I cannot abide gossip, so it is to his credit that he did not portray Caroline Bingley unfavourably, nor did he invite criticism from me. It is true that he is in appearance similar to Mr Darcy, yet his manner is quite different. He does share certain traits of character; however, that persuade me to be disposed in his favour.”

“It is fortunate for Mr Darcy that he has already secured your promise of marriage. He might otherwise be concerned about the competition.”

Elizabeth laughed. “What a ridiculous notion, Aunt! Mr Darcy can have no doubt of my affections. It will cheer you to hear that when he returned to the room, his dark mood was gone. He had the footmen clear the furnishings away, and the entire company danced for several hours. With Mrs Annesley, we made four couples. Mr Darcy was in high spirits the rest of the evening, or so he seemed—even when I danced with his cousins and Mr Fellows. Jealousy was not in his eyes or his actions, and he was most attentive to my comfort; indeed, he was so solicitous that were we not already engaged, I would think he was courting my favour. I responded to his good humour by teasing him with no mercy whatsoever, which appeared to provoke sincere pleasure on his part. I must conclude that his prior vexation was simply a symptom of his hope in my happiness and disappointment that I found so few in society agreeable.”

“Perhaps you are right.” Mrs Gardiner said, doubtfully.

“I believe I shall know soon enough. Lady Matlock sent an invitation through Miss de Bourgh. She is expecting several callers tomorrow and has requested that I join her to receive them. She is sensible of the fact that I cannot receive callers at Darcy House until after we are married, and Mr Darcy has requested that her ladyship not disclose this address, lest it cause a disruption to your household. He seems concerned that society may unduly impose upon your privacy and has enlisted his aunt’s assistance in furthering my introduction to society at Fitzwilliam House.”

“Oh,” Mrs Gardiner’s brows rose slightly. “I suppose it is intended kindly.”

“I know that look, Aunt Gardiner; you are not pleased! I should have checked with you first, but I assure you no offense was intended by Mr Darcy; he only wished to spare you further inconvenience. We are both so grateful for your hospitality in allowing me to stay here for the season.”

“Do not fret, Lizzy. We had not discussed the question of callers previously, and I had anticipated that you would have visitors as a matter of course. Your guests have always been welcome here in the past. As for society knowing where you live, I do wish Mr Darcy had expressed these thoughts to us previously. You see, I made some new acquaintances at the ball, and several inquired about which days I am at home. They are not the sort of company we usually keep; however, the new connections may prove fortunate, and I am delighted at the prospect of receiving them here.”

“You have already given the address?”

“Why, yes, of course I have. It would have been ungracious to refuse them.”

Elizabeth chuckled. “Well, that is a relief. If you do not consider it an imposition to receive callers, I am persuaded to do the same.”

“Are you certain of Mr Darcy’s reason for concealing your location? I recall a conversation you related to me that Jane had with Miss Bingley. I understand that she had disparaged Jane’s Cheapside relations. Perhaps Mr Darcy shares Miss Bingley’s opinion of the neighbourhood.”

Elizabeth tipped her head, considering the possibility before answering with a shake, “That is true, but Mr Darcy has voiced no such reservations—not to me anyway. Besides, Gracechurch Street is not actually in Cheapside, only near it.”

“Lizzy, you do understand that those who reside in the fashionable districts shall not make such a distinction, do you not? Indeed, although I believe Gracechurch Street is perfectly lovely, it cannot be denied that we live as near the commercial areas as a person may comfortably reside.”

“That is the heart of the matter, Aunt Gardiner. Mr Darcy clearly has high expectations of my gaining approval among those of his station, but those who may call on me here, if any would suffer the degradation of passing into this part of town, shall certainly find my accommodations inferior, and beneath them. I mean this as no slight to you, for I love you and my uncle, and I find no fault in your home; but I know enough of those who consider themselves superior to understand that they would hardly think a month's ablution enough to cleanse them from the impurities of Gracechurch Street were they once to venture here.”

“I am confused, Niece. Mr Darcy has never balked at our doorstep; indeed, he has always entered with an eager step. Is it possible that you are guilty of passing judgement on those of the first circles in the same breath as you convict them of the same fault? Perhaps, rather than supposing the worst of them, you ought to give them a chance to prove their true nature. Admitting callers here at Gardiner House may well strip the veneer of civility away if such is merely pretence. In this way, you may discover those who would prove faithful friends. Surely you do not require the approval of all of London society to be happy.”

“Oh, no,” Elizabeth laughed. “With a mother who has never bestowed approval on me, I have long since overcome the need for adulation. A few intimate friends shall suffice for me! Mr Darcy’s expression of concern over the matter has made me uncomfortable, however. I cannot be surprised at his hope that I shall get along among those of his acquaintance. I am unaccustomed to courting the good opinion of strangers, yet I will do so if it pleases Mr Darcy.”

“I cannot claim to know all things, Lizzy, but if there is one thing I am certain of, it is that Mr Darcy is always pleased with you.” Mrs Gardiner patted her niece’s arm affectionately. “Since your social calendar may begin to be crowded soon, I would remind you that I receive callers on Tuesdays and ask that you remain at home with me on Tuesday next, for we shall have several visitors who expect an introduction.”

Elizabeth smiled, “Has my uncle decided about returning to Meryton for Miss Lucas’s wedding? I know she is no relation of yours, but I very much wish to be there. Charlotte is my dearest friend next to Jane, and once she is wed to Mr Collins, I do not know when I shall see her once more.”

“Sadly, Mr Gardiner cannot leave his business again so soon, but he has generously offered to send you in the chaise. Emilie shall travel with you, and with our driver and a footman along for protection, you will undoubtedly travel safely. It is the best we can do.”

“Thank you, Aunt. The chaise is perfect! I shall travel to Meryton a week from Friday if the weather allows. I know that Miss Lucas’s wedding is not until the eighteenth, but this time of year, I daresay it is wise to anticipate the worst of the roads. If all goes well, I shall even have a few extra days at Longbourn before the wedding.”

“I shall make the arrangements.” Mrs Gardiner tipped her head, suddenly distracted from the conversation by voices in the corridor. “I believe Mr Lewin is at the door for your piano lesson. I shall speak more of this with you later when your instruction for the day is done.”

~*~

Colonel Fitzwilliam paced the floor of Darcy’s study. “For a granddaughter of an earl, our cousin Anne is abominably ill-equipped to navigate the nuances of even a minor intrigue.”

Darcy set down his quill and leaned back in his chair. “She is far too well-bred to engage in one of your schemes, Fitz, but do not forget how very clever she was after the ball at Netherfield. Anne kept Aunt Catherine confined to her rooms and managed Caroline Bingley with finesse. Do not underestimate our cousin; she can handle her mother.”

The colonel’s pacing ceased as he planted his hands on Darcy’s desk and leaned across it. “She informed her mother of Mr Fellows’ presence last night—the very moment we entered the house! She had not yet removed her bonnet before the confession began. Aunt Catherine went into a rage! When Anne admitted that she had also been in company with Robert Darcy, yet declared that she preferred Mr Fellows, there was no peace to be had in any corner of Fitzwilliam House. The entire household was in an uproar. Our Aunt Catherine is, as your American cousin would say, on the warpath.”

“You exaggerate,” Darcy looked up at his cousin and shook his head.

“I am not finished.” Colonel Fitzwilliam turned, feigning interest in the contents of a shelf. “Do you dare speculate who our aunt would blame for this turn of fortune?”

Darcy’s eyes widened, “Blame?”

“Miss Bennet! That is who she blames! My father’s sister is undoubtedly filling his ears this very moment with the evils that have already been brought to bear upon our family by your selfish choice of bride.” The colonel stopped to pour himself a drink and waited for Darcy’s full attention before proceeding, his tone echoing that of Lady Catherine. “Miss Bennet, it seems, has blinded you—drawn you in—forcing the cruellest humiliation upon Anne, whose disappointed hopes of a future with you have exposed her to the ridicule and censure of the ton.” Colonel Fitzwilliam paused to sip his drink, watching his cousin over the rim. “In despair, she has thrown herself into the arms of an unworthy man, a greedy country squire for whom an alliance with Anne is the means to gain an estate, and nothing more.”

Darcy’s face flushed, “That gentleman, Mr Fellows, has loved Anne for over ten years! His devotion is proved by his willingness to tolerate her mother to have her!”

The colonel held up his finger, wagging it in a gesture reminiscent of his aunt as he continued, “Miss Bennet must have orchestrated the tryst between Anne and Mr Fellows yesterday, for she knows her nephews would take no part in such a scheme. For her part, Anne would surely have accepted Robert Darcy as an alternative to his cousin, but even this was stolen away from her by the trickery of that deceitful Miss Bennet!” Darcy opened his mouth to speak, but the colonel barely drew a breath. “There is more! She shall certainly make Georgiana unfit to be introduced into society in a year’s time, for who will associate with the sister of such a hoyden as Miss Bennet? The stain of the connection shall take generations to overcome, if it ever can be, for the very foundations of the family honour are threatened by her introduction into it!”

Darcy’s countenance became grim. “Your parents…do they take her seriously?”

Colonel Fitzwilliam resumed his pacing. “Her power to persuade is fierce when she is in high dudgeon. She has sown doubt, Darcy, but that is all thus far. My father is not easily fooled, yet he tends toward a like mind with his sister in matters of duty, honour and the reputation of the family. She will continue to work on him and on my mother too. It is fortunate that my father met Miss Bennet when he did and knows at least that she is no hoyden. As for Aunt Catherine, her effort to entrap Robert Darcy into marrying her daughter is only the beginning of this trial. She shall punish you for not choosing Anne, Darcy, mark my words.”

Darcy shook his head emphatically. “She would disgrace the house of Fitzwilliam in so doing. She will not take such a risk.”

“Aunt Catherine’s tongue is as sharp as ever, yet her understanding of consequences has obviously dulled, or she would never have trapped Robert with Anne in the library. Though the scandals of others rage about her, there is naught but justification for herself.” Colonel Fitzwilliam swirled the liquid in his cup in agitation. “My father cautioned her against interference, but his reach only goes so far with his sister. When I left the house, she was attempting to pry the address of Miss Bennet’s uncle from my mother, under the pretence of desiring to know her future niece better.” The colonel held his hand up as if to dispel Darcy’s alarm. “Mother will not give the location to her, but you cannot doubt that our aunt shall make further inquiries until she knows precisely where your future wife resides.”

Darcy grimaced and ran his hand through his hair in consternation before nodding his head slowly. “Do not trouble yourself any further, Fitzwilliam. I am warned.”

~*~

When her lessons for the day had concluded, Elizabeth, avoiding the main hall, returned to her room and retrieved her father’s letter to peruse yet again.

My dearest Lizzy,

How surprised you must be to receive a letter from me. I shall not trifle with your curiosity, alas, deprived of your enjoyment at the joke when you realize what I am about; there is no point to such amusements.

I write to you with news so that you may be prepared for events which have occurred at an alarming pace. This morning, Mrs Bennet received Lady Lucas for a lengthy call. Upon her departure, Mrs Bennet entered my study in a state of excitement and related to me that which she had learned from her friend. Mrs Long had called on Lady Lucas yesterday, informing her early in the course of their conversation, that she has a cousin who lives in London. This cousin, it seems, is a seamstress in the employ of one Mrs Higgs who is the proprietress of a very fine dress shop in London. Mrs Long’s cousin had written her upon the realization that their newest patron, Miss Bennet, was undoubtedly an acquaintance, being from the same area in Hertfordshire as Mrs Long. I will spare you the specifics of your mother’s raptures over that which Lady Lucas related to her, except to say that I cannot fathom your mother’s obsession with the length of sleeves and lace. Thank goodness you are sensible, dear Lizzy! This virtue has largely spared me her musings on the trimmings of your gowns—and a substantial sum of money!

As disastrous as this coincidence may be to your peace of mind, the tale is not yet at an end. Mrs Long, eager to prove her superior knowledge of your situation, informed Lady Lucas that the bills are paid by your uncle. Mrs Bennet, unaware of my arrangement to repay Mr Gardiner, has now quite convinced herself that her brother owes the same to his niece Mary, whose wedding is sooner than yours and, as the wife of the parson, requires clothing equal to her station. Your mother is even now making arrangements for a coach in which to return to Mr Gardiners London house with you the day after Miss Lucas’s wedding and has proclaimed that you shall be obliged to arrange at least two social engagements for your sisters while they are in town. Perhaps I failed to mention that Mary and Lydia with be included in the party. Mary accepts the plan as a necessary preparation for her wedding, and Lydia has expressed great contentment at the prospect of visiting you in London, with particular anticipation of the delights of balls, plays, and the opera.

Mrs Bennet shall post a letter to Mr and Mrs Gardiner tomorrow, informing them of her plans, so one day’s warning is all you shall have to consider all this before you must discuss it with the Gardiners. I do not doubt that Mr Darcy shall be put out by the prospect of such visitors, but it cannot be helped unless Mr Gardiner refuses to allow it, which I do not foresee, since his patience with my wife generally exceeds her ability to try it. It is Mr Darcy’s good fortune that circumstances prevent an extended stay, for I do not detect in him anything akin to the even temper of your uncle nor my tolerance for the chatter of women. As for me, I shall remain at Longbourn, having no interest in the warehouses or entertainments your mother anticipates with such delight. I can only hope that the necessarily short duration of her stay shall prevent her from exceeding our income. Perhaps, if I am lucky, severe weather shall keep her from the warehouses entirely.

You may be interested to know that Miss Lucas and Mr Collins are both eager for your arrival in Meryton, there being some weighty and private matter they wish to discuss with you. Mr Collins, who usually waxes so very eloquent on matters great and small, was quite unwilling to disclose the reason to me.

I also anticipate your return to Longbourn with an impatience which may surprise you. The household lacks conversation and good company in your absence, and I sorely miss your presence. Lydia has been in an ill humour since your departure, particularly regarding losing the society of the officers, for although they are quartered in Meryton for the winter, with no sisters to accompany her into town, she has not the frequent opportunity to flirt with the soldiers that she once enjoyed.

I close now, my Lizzy, with an expression of my desire that Mr Darcy has proven the man you had thought him to be. I cannot express any hope in that regard, for I know too well how men of his station truly are. This nature cannot but reveal itself to you ere long, and you shall thank me for saving you the trouble of discovering it before it is too late.

Your loving Papa

Elizabeth sighed and whispered as she returned the letter to the drawer, “Oh, Papa, how little you know of Mr Darcy. I shall persuade you of his goodness and convince you of his regard. It is good that I am coming home, very good indeed.” She shivered and pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders as she left her room in search of her aunt.

 

 

 

 

Chapter Ten

CLOSE ENCOUNTERS

 

“Why yes, Lady Harriet, I daresay that my father is well aware of the reasons for young ladies to come out in London during the season, but even the best of reasons does not change the fact that he cannot abide living in town.”

Lady Harriet glanced knowingly at Lady Catherine and loudly replied, “Nonsense, Child; he must set aside this selfish aversion to the city and forbear his own displeasure in favour of the interests of his daughters.” She swept her enormous fan beneath her chin, the lace cap on her head fluttering as the breeze wafted about her face.

Elizabeth smiled tolerantly. “I thank you kindly for your advice, but the city air disagrees with his health most particularly in winter. I believe he must remain in the country as always, although I promise to inform him of all you have said, for he is always interested in the opinions of persons such as your ladyship.”

“Well,” she sniffed, “I would not wish him ill in any case. Why, then, did your mother not accompany you? Is she of a weak constitution as well?”

“No, ma’am, she is in excellent health and would have been delighted to come, but she is needed at home to prepare for my sister’s wedding, which is but a few weeks beyond that of my dearest friend.”

“Oh. Well, that is all right, I suppose. She may yet join you in the city once your sister has made her marriage vows. It would be a great disappointment to all of us if she does not; for as Lady Catherine said so eloquently just moments ago, in matters of marriage, there is little that reflects upon the suitability of the match more than the connections that are gained in the union. It would behove your parents to take your introduction into this society personally in hand.”

Elizabeth pursed her lips slightly and replied, “My mother would undoubtedly agree with you on that count, ma’am, but I consider Mr Darcy a suitable match on loftier principles than mere connections. His moral character and goodness persuaded me to accept his proposal while our mutual regard grants me hope in the felicity of our marriage. Exalted connections are small consolation when either partner cannot respect the other.”

Lady Harriet stared at Elizabeth slack-jawed for several seconds before she blinked rapidly, sniffed loudly and turned her gaze to Lady Matlock. “Kindly have your man summon my carriage; I have half-a-dozen calls to make today and, therefore, must not tarry here so long as I would wish to. Miss Bennet, it was a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Do give my regards to your mother when next you see her.”

Elizabeth had barely uttered her assurances that she would be delighted to do so when Lady Harriet left abruptly, sweeping out of the room so theatrically that Elizabeth was forced to suppress the laughter that threatened to burst from her lips. She instead shared a knowing smile with Anne, but the ladies in the room had no time to discuss the departure, for it was immediately followed by the arrival of another visitor. Miss Penelope Babcock was evidently well acquainted with Lady Matlock, and Elizabeth estimated her age to be similar to that of Anne de Bourgh. She assumed a casual, almost bored air during the introductions and then purposefully seated herself beside Elizabeth as soon as it was polite to do so.

“Miss Bennet, I am utterly delighted to make your acquaintance. Ever since I heard of you, I have longed to meet you. I have a feeling that we shall be great friends.”

“Thank you.” Elizabeth’s usual warmth was tentative. “I confess that you have me at a disadvantage, Miss Babcock, for I know nothing of you but your name. Thankfully, that is easily amended, is it not?”

“Miss Babcock,” Lady Matlock interrupted, “where is your mother today? I hope she is in good health.”

“Alas, my mother seems to have caught a cold and remains abed, the poor dear. She was disappointed to be so indisposed and has asked me to extend her best wishes to you. She encouraged me to call without her, however, keen that I should renew my friendship with Miss de Bourgh and also to make the acquaintance of Miss Bennet.” She granted Elizabeth a slim smile upon uttering her name.

Lady Catherine clucked her tongue impatiently, leaned forward, and interjected, “Miss Babcock, I must say it is most distressing that your mother has not attended with you today. It has been far too long since we last met. Your father, I understand, has gone to the West Indies. I trust he has not succumbed to the temptation to enter into trade.”

Miss Babcock shook her head and replied earnestly, “No, your ladyship, he has done nothing of the sort. He did book passage on a merchant ship, but it was in order to inspect an inheritance of property on Saint Christopher’s Island that will fall to him upon the passing of his great-uncle, whose death is, sadly, imminent. These interests will secure our fortunes, however, and Father will gain a title as well, with an elevation to a baronetcy attached to an estate in Worcestershire. I shall be the daughter of a baronet before the season is out.”

Lady Catherine’s eyebrows raised in approval. “My husband, the late Sir Lewis de Bourgh, was a baronet, you know. It is unfortunate that he had no male heir to assume the title, but fortunate, indeed, for my daughter that in the absence of such, she may inherit the estate. She has all the appearance and grace of one born of nobility—such traits are the natural fruit of good breeding. As the granddaughter of an earl and daughter of a baronet, she is entitled to the superior countenance and intellect of an aristocrat.” Lady Catherine, relaxing her pose and fixing her gaze on Elizabeth, asked, “What have you to say to that, Miss Bennet?”

Elizabeth glanced at Anne and, upon discovering her friend’s mortification, replied graciously, “Indeed, what can be said except to congratulate Miss Babcock and Miss de Bourgh on the assurance of beautiful and wise children? Their minds must be much relieved by your declaration, for who among us would desire our children to be stupid or ugly? I am sure I do not.”

“You are wrong, Miss Bennet, for it is an indisputable fact that if one of the match is of common stock, the expectation of inferior offspring is highly probable. It is only through the union with one of equal or superior rank that the principle may be counted on, for the Almighty alone assigns the souls born of noble blood. Those who aspire to ascend to a higher station usurp the very will of God.”

Elizabeth’s eyes danced as she considered her response, but Lady Matlock spoke first. “Sister, let us not subject the young ladies to talk of breeding. They are not one of them married, and I fear the subject must be an affront to their delicacy.” She turned to Elizabeth. “I understand that you travel to Hertfordshire in a week to stand up with your dear friend at her wedding. I do hope the weather cooperates for the sake of your comfort on these winter roads. And your mother—is it true that she shall return to London with you?”

Elizabeth blinked in surprise. How can she know this? I have told no-one but Fitzwilliam and my aunt and uncle! “Why, yes.” She nodded slowly. “The details are not yet settled, but it is true. My aunt has written her to confirm the arrangements. Did Mr Darcy inform you of these plans?”

Lady Matlock smiled with satisfaction. “Oh, my dear Miss Bennet, if it was intended to be a secret, please forgive me for speaking out of turn. I must warn you that I have my ways of learning these things; one must never assume that I am unaware in matters affecting my relations. I expect that we shall need to secure invitations to some dinner parties and balls while your mother and sisters are in town. It is just the three of them, is it not?”

Elizabeth looked inquiringly at Anne, who shook her head and shrugged. She turned her gaze back to Lady Matlock. “Your Ladyship is most kind. I have not yet set any fixed engagements for them. I only just learned of their visit to town myself. It is, indeed, three—my mother and two sisters.”

Miss Babcock clapped her hands and then held them clasped upon her breast. “Oh, how exciting! Please allow me to entertain your company one evening at least. We have not been in London long, and, as of yet, our calendar is exceedingly dreary. I am certain that Mother would dearly love to have a dinner party in honour of Miss Bennet and her family. Please do accept, or I shall be very disappointed.”

Elizabeth nodded and smiled, “I would like to confirm the details of our schedule with my aunt before I commit the entire party, but I am certain we can settle on a date. It would be our pleasure.”

“Of course, Mr Darcy and his sister are welcome. Do you suppose he might persuade his cousin to come as well?”

Elizabeth shook her head. “I believe that Colonel Fitzwilliam must return to his regiment in a few days; is that not so, Lady Matlock?”

Miss Babcock laughed. “I should have been more specific, for I was speaking not of the good colonel, but of Mr Robert Darcy. I saw him briefly at the Twelfth Night ball, although at the time I mistook him for the Mr Darcy we have all known these many years. I confess that I am fascinated by the very idea of an American gentleman who appears in all respects so very English.”

Lady Catherine cleared her throat, “It would be a cruelty to exclude my Anne from such a dinner party when there are so few social events this early in the season. If my niece and nephew are in attendance, so should my daughter be, and I, too, for if Miss Bennet is to be my niece, it is only right that I avail myself of every opportunity to better acquaint myself with her and her relations.”

Miss Babcock replied stiffly that, of course, the invitation was extended to them and hastily excused herself, departing on the pretext of a sudden headache.

A steady stream of fashionable and curious visitors continued until Lady Matlock instructed her butler to decline additional callers in the third hour. She then informed Lady Catherine and Anne that their carriage was nearly ready and would be at the door by the time they had put on their outerwear. Although they seemed surprised at the news, Lady Catherine exclaimed that Anne must be exhausted and they had stayed longer than they had intended to, anyway. Elizabeth found herself suddenly alone with Lady Matlock.

“Well, that was delightful, was it not?” Lady Matlock said as she pulled the bell for tea.

“Your ladyship has many friends.”

“Oh, they are not all my friends, dear. They were mostly mere acquaintances, but I had let it be known that you would be here today, and, as I expected, this procession of the inquisitive ensued. I’m afraid that I will need to keep you inside while those who were not among the early are informed that I am no longer at home. They shall undoubtedly be disappointed when you are not here on Friday next, but that will only serve to increase the suspense. I do hope that you will join me again on the Friday following your return and bring your mother and sisters as well. That would be the twenty-second, would it not?”

“Yes,” Elizabeth nodded, “although I am certain that Mama will wish to spend the daytime hours at the warehouses attending to my sister’s wedding clothes. I will extend the invitation, but I would not wish to raise your expectations.”

“Although I know little of her, I remain certain that your mother is not the sort who would decline an invitation to the household of an earl. I shall plan on your entire party, for although you informed Lady Harriet that connections matter not, I assure you that, indeed, they do. Lord Matlock and I are eager to meet your relations as soon as may be arranged; if it is possible to persuade your father to accompany you to town, that would be even better.”

~*~

Elizabeth’s morning toilette was nearly complete when the sounds emanating from the street and entry hall prompted her to say, “Emilie, I do believe that Mrs Higgs has arrived to fit and deliver some clothes. Is there room in the closet for more?”

“Yes, miss; I put your older frocks into the vacant room to accommodate the new ones today.”

“Thank you.” Elizabeth smiled. “I should have known you would have anticipated the need. Please accompany me downstairs; I shall undoubtedly need your assistance.”

The Gardiners' drawing room looked much like a dress shop when Elizabeth and Emilie entered, with a hinged dressing screen placed in the corner next to three tall mirrors placed at angles to each other. Bolts of fabric and spindles of trimmings were piled on a card table, and fashion plates had been stacked on a chair beside the table. Two portable racks standing beside the mirrors were laden with clothing, and Mrs Higgs and two assistants were busily hanging additional items on them.

Spying Elizabeth, Mrs Higgs smiled. “Good morning, Miss Bennet. I hope you are well and prepared for a busy morning. The gowns and outerwear from your last fitting are now complete, although you must try them again to ensure perfection. The rest of the clothes you selected are ready to fit today, completing your winter attire. This means, of course, that the time has come to begin designing your spring gowns.”

Elizabeth, seeing all the clothes on the racks, cried, “Upon my word, you astonish me, madam! My closets overflow as it is! Where, pray tell me, shall I put them? It is too much!”

Mrs Higgs replied, “And you amaze me, Miss Bennet. Never have I encountered a young lady who resisted the acquisition of new clothes as you do. Rest assured, I have ordered trunks sufficient to contain the entirety of your wardrobe, which shall be transported to Pemberley with the changing of the seasons.” As Elizabeth began to protest further, the butler announced the arrival of Mr Brown, who was ushered into the room and greeted by the modiste. “Ah, Mr Brown, I am very glad to see you here! This is Miss Bennet, the young lady for whom you have been working so diligently. Miss Bennet, Mr Brown is the tailor who is constructing your riding habits. I provided him with your measurements upon Mr Darcy’s instructions, and Mr Brown is here today with the first one to be fitted.”

The tailor bowed to Elizabeth and, after opening a bundle he had tucked under his arm, unfolded the cobalt blue garments. “As Mr Darcy instructed, the jacket emulates a military design, with gold trim along the piping and brass buttons to set it off. The undershirt and skirt have been made to match. I just need to check the fit and determine the hem length, and this habit shall be complete by Tuesday next, exactly as Mr Darcy ordered.”

“Oh.” Elizabeth eyed the habit suspiciously. “Did Mr Darcy select the colour and style as well?”

“Yes, Miss, he was explicit in every detail.”

“Was he, indeed? Well, I suppose I had better try it on then. It is, in truth, a very smart habit, but the most elegant attire in all of England shall not make me fashionable when I lose my seat. I believe such a costume requires the benefit of a horse beneath one’s person in order to portray the intended image of stature and grace. Oh well, I shall just have to make the best of it. Perhaps I will have a portrait painted with me on the horse. With such evidence of my abilities as a horsewoman on the walls, I may get away with walking after all.”

Mr Brown attempted to stifle a smile as he held up a pair of lace-trimmed drawers and replied, “Miss Bennet, the habit shall appear to its best advantage when seated on your mount, but should you find yourself upon the ground in an inelegant descent, these fine pantalettes shall make you the envy of any who witnessed your hasty dismount.”

~*~

Elizabeth, along with her aunt and uncle, were to dine at Darcy House in the evening, so Elizabeth was in the midst of her preparations when a note arrived, requesting that she arrive an hour before the designated time. The note did not anticipate a refusal and indicated that the Darcy carriage would be sent for her. It stated that the Gardiners were welcome to arrive at the later hour, as planned.

Darcy and Georgiana met Elizabeth at the door, and Georgiana’s excitement could barely be contained. As soon as Elizabeth had removed her bonnet and spencer, Georgiana exclaimed, “Oh! What a day it has been. Waiting for your arrival has been very trying, indeed! We have a surprise for you, do we not, Brother?”

“We do.” Darcy smiled indulgently at his sister.

“I have already had one surprise today; I had not anticipated another.” Elizabeth handed her outerwear to the butler as she gently chided Darcy, “If you continue in such a way, I shall be spoilt for ordinary days that bear no such grand gestures.”

Darcy’s eyes brightened and with a lazy smile, he said, “Then I must endeavour to make it a habit, for I would not have you disappointed.”

“Why, Mr Darcy, in the habit I have no disappointment whatsoever.”

The lazy smile broadened as Darcy eagerly confirmed, “Then you approve? You liked it?”

“I liked it very much, indeed. That particular shade of blue is among my favourites, and the style was very elegant and fashionable. It fits like a dream; all that remains to be done is the hem, and the brim of the hat is to be narrowed. Mr Brown informed me that you paid a large sum to have it completed so quickly.”

“That is true. I ordered it the very day after your concession.”

“My concession?” Elizabeth’s cheeks coloured. “Is that what you call it?”

“Well … yes. You did not wish to learn, and then you conceded for my sake.”

“It was no concession sir, although it was indeed for your sake. I have pondered on the wisdom of it many times since that day. I daresay that it was an impulsive offer on my part, but I will not change my mind—I am determined to see it through and only hope that your assurances of my safety prove adequate to keep me in the saddle.”

“Well, then, my surprise is a timely one, for I was perfectly serious about your safety, and the first thing you must learn is how to mount the horse.”

“I cannot imagine you would have me do so now.” Elizabeth spread her palms to indicate her evening gown as she shook her head in denial.

“Miss Elizabeth!” Georgiana took her hand and began to lead her to the stairs. “That is what we are trying to tell you! Your first lesson is today!”

“That is impossible! I am not dressed for it,” Elizabeth protested.

“You do not need to be.” Georgiana smiled and gently pulled on Elizabeth’s hand. “Come upstairs, and we shall show you why not.”

Elizabeth allowed herself to be led, and, upon entering a sitting room that was adjoined to an unused bedchamber, Elizabeth found Mrs Annesley reading a book, waiting upon their arrival. The older woman greeted Elizabeth and returned with deliberateness to her book.

Georgiana giggled with excitement, “With my companion now serving as chaperone, I shall go for a moment to my chamber, merely to prepare for my part. I shall return as soon as may be!” She quit the room with a light step, casting a look of delight over her shoulder as she passed through the doorway.

Elizabeth’s eyes were drawn to a large object which was placed on the other side of the room. Concealed by a sheet, the unusual shape, and size of the item piqued her curiosity. With the arch of a brow, she looked questioningly at Darcy, who rapidly crossed to it and removed the cover with a flourish, revealing a beautifully crafted wooden statue of a bay horse. Set upon the back of the inanimate beast was a fine side-saddle; situated on the floor beside it was a stepped mounting block.

“We shall take you to the stables to meet Esther, the mare you shall learn on; but you shall not ascend to the saddle on her back until you are comfortable with mounting this trestle horse. Georgiana has gone to change into a habit and will demonstrate how it is done. You may then practice in the privacy of this room using this block until your ascension into the saddle is as natural to you as sitting on a chair.”

“There may be some great passage of time before that is accomplished,” Elizabeth said, approaching the wooden head and stroking the polished nose as though it were alive. “Practicing anything has never been my favoured pastime when there are so many other interesting things to do.”

Darcy stared thoughtfully at her before replying. “Once you have mastered the use of the block, we shall together practice my assisting you in the ascent unless you would prefer a groom to perform the service.”

“Oh,” said Elizabeth as her cheeks coloured, “Perhaps I might enjoy practicing more than I had thought.” She ducked between the horse and the wall, testing the strap of the saddle.

Darcy glanced at Mrs Annesley and, finding her attention fixed upon the novel in her hands, followed Elizabeth to the other side. Standing beside her, he observed her in silence for a moment, before asking, “Am I to understand that you shall not require the services of a groom?”

“No, thank you,” she replied with barely a sideward glance. “I would far prefer your steady hand in this regard, for even in such discreet quarters as these, I fear the indignity of arranging oneself—one’s legs and one’s skirts—upon the back of a horse is a challenge I should prefer to master among friends. I know that you—and Georgiana—would not gossip with the footmen should my ankle become exposed, or, heaven forbid, I lose my seat in the attempt.”

“That will not happen,” Darcy said softly.

“Well, if it does,” Elizabeth said, “I beg you to be a gentleman and not inform Colonel Fitzwilliam, for I am quite certain that he would find some way to reveal it to the world, all the while claiming the lapse was an unconscious one and certainly no fault of his.”

Darcy laughed, “So he would. I promise that such a fall would remain our secret, should it arise. Neither Georgiana nor I would ever betray you, on that you may rely, my dear Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth passed behind the hindquarters, pausing to examine the horsehair tail. “From whence came this immense creature?”

“Colonel Fitzwilliam must take the blame—or the credit, as it were. It was borrowed from his general for as long as it is needed. The parts were delivered this morning, and the house servants laboured half the day to assemble her, after which my groom placed the saddle. The colonel suggested that this arrangement would be beneficial—and far safer, for such a mount as this cannot be skittish or ill-tempered, and it is better for my horse Esther as well. The repetition of setting you upon her back may cause injury, even with so slight a weight as you would bear.”

“Has this monstrous thing a name?” Elizabeth folded her arms and stepped back to study it further.

“Richard said that the general’s daughter named her ‘Rosaline,’ which means ‘gentle horse.’”

“She is aptly named then, for the nature of a statue must be gentle indeed!” Elizabeth laughed. “I am relieved the name does not mean ‘vicious horse,’ for you could not persuade me to climb upon it if it were, immoveable though it may be! I suppose it shall not take too much practice before I shall become accomplished at mounting her, although whether I like it remains to be seen.”

“I daresay we shall both like it when you can ride and together we shall explore the hills and vales of my estate, unhindered by distance. The enjoyment you had in walking upon Oakham Mount cannot compare to the pleasures you shall know when I show you the joys of Pemberley.” He reached out to her face and smoothed an escaped tendril back into place. His hand did not immediately fall. Instead, his eyes sought hers, and upon meeting his gaze, Elizabeth stood very still, recalling a long ago dream where those very eyes had beset her in the night.

“Yes, Fitzwilliam,” she finally whispered, “I too long for that day.”

“Brother!” Georgiana’s voice called out from the doorway. “I have grown at least two inches since I last wore this habit; it fits well enough, but it is too short for riding.”

Darcy’s hand fell as he turned, “You forget, Sister; the tailor left ample hem to let it down, which task your maid may perform tomorrow, but it will do for today. Come; show Elizabeth how to mount from the block, then afterward, the way it is done when I assist you to the saddle.”

Georgiana climbed the steps to the top of the block, gathered her skirt with one hand and held the whip and reins with the other. She smoothly shifted herself onto the saddle, set her right leg into the crutch and arranged the skirt to modestly and elegantly cover herself. She smiled triumphantly at her brother, who generously praised her as she came off her perch with equal skill.

Darcy moved the block away from the horse and prepared to assist his sister, speaking the entire time, explaining the method. He held the reins while Georgiana once again took up her skirt with her left hand, the whip still in her right. Darcy passed her the reins, and Georgiana set her foot on his hand. With her hand on his shoulder, she straightened her leg even as Darcy raised her foot, and with a few swift manoeuvres, Georgiana was once again aloft, sitting confidently and erect in the saddle. Darcy raised his hand to his sister and grasped it as she nimbly alighted from the saddle, his other hand at her waist, guiding her to the ground.

“That was wonderful!” Elizabeth exclaimed. “If I learn to do this with even half of your proficiency, I shall be very pleased indeed!”

“You may practice here with the block whenever it pleases you to do so.” Darcy smiled and beckoned, “Come; let us go to the stables. We have just enough time before the Gardiners are due.” He extended his arms to the ladies, and, with Georgiana on his right and Elizabeth on his left, they quit the sitting room for Elizabeth’s first encounter with Esther.

~*~