Sorry this is just a short one guys!

Chapter 4

Three days had passed since Mr Darcy's departure and Elizabeth Bennet was found by her sister Jane wandering amongst the great oaks which adorned Oakham Mount. Wandering was not an unusual activity for Elizabeth to be discovered partaking in, as it had long been her favourite past time, it was strange to find her rambling with her head hung low and a frown upon her face.

"Lizzie!" Jane called to the solemn figure, "Lizzie!"

"Jane! You startled me!" cried the young woman form her place upon a large tree stump.

"I am sorry dearest, only Mama is having one of her fits again. You have been walking since breakfast and when father jested that you might have run to Pemberley after Darcy, she began to fret, as, 'how could Darcy still wish to marry such an irrational, emotional woman?' Oh, Lizzie, I must confess, I was myself a little worried."

Elizabeth laughed at this and proceeded to explain, 'Jane, I do miss Darcy terribly, but I think that the walk to Pemberley would elude even me!" As the two sisters laughed, the younger began to cry.

"Lizzie, darling, what is it?" Lizzie heard her sister ask as she felt a comforting arm across her shoulders.

Between sobs, Elizabeth managed, "I am sorry! It is just that I miss him so much!" With a sympathetic sigh, Jane handed her a handkerchief, I have become do dependant on him that I feel that a piece of me is missing whenever I am unable upon his face and feeling that way. . .well, it frightens me. What am I to do if he ceases to find my stubborn and headstrong nature so endearing? Or if Lady Catherine convinces him that Anne deBourgh would be a more 'suitable' match? I cannot bear to lose him now that he has my heart Jane!"

"Lizzie, Mr Darcy loves you just as you love him and I am entirely convinced that he will never leave your side again! Even for Lady Catherine!"

The mention of Darcy's aunt in such a tone forced a smile to creep onto the tear stained face as the tears ceased. "Oh Jane, love has turned me into an irrational, crying woman! Goodness, next I shall become like Mama and be always calling for my smelling salts!"

"Goodness, Mama! We must return at once Lizzie; it is almost time to dress for dinner! Remember, tonight, we dine at Netherfield!"