It's about time this happened, huh?
I sense this is about to wind down, as much as I can do so.

As a side note, slightly unrelated to the story yet related, we are reading P&P in my English class; so far everyone dislikes Darcy and loves Wickham. HE'S GOT THE ENTIRE CLASS FOOLED.
I published this earlier, but apparently it hadn't gone through?

Anyway, enjoy and leave your thoughts! :)

Dreading any further conversation with Wickham, Georgiana hastily pulled Elizabeth from the crowd, amid slight protest from the latter woman.

"What ever is the matter?" asked Elizabeth once given the opportunity.

"I am sorry to drag you away, Miss. Elizabeth, but I required good company."

"Calm down. Tell me, what is wrong?"

"Mr. Wickham."

"What of him?"

Stammering for her words again, though for very different reasons, Georgiana started, "Do you not know of his connection with our family?"

Elizabeth visibly angered. "Yes, Wickham had spoken at length with me about said connection..."

"And no doubt he told you of some ill-treatment on our side."

"Indeed he has. Though I apply no blame to you, Georgiana..."

Interrupting Elizabeth again, Georgiana began telling her story with much emotion, "I beg you, apply no blame either to my brother," ignoring Elizabeth's look of complete confusion, she continued, "Mr. Wickham has been a part of our family for longer than I have been alive. He and brother, I believe, were at the least mutual acquaintances, and I greatly enjoyed his company, for a time. Father loved Mr. Wickham possibly more than either of us, and it was not secret. But this I am sure you heard from him, and as much is true. Here is where I am sure the accounts will differ. Upon our father's death, he had left Mr. Wickham a decent sum of money (the exact amount of which I am unaware), hoping that Mr. Wickham would choose profession in church. Half a year from his own father's death, he wrote to Fitzwilliam looking for more immediate payment than what he had been benefited by Father. So brother agreed, and Mr. Wickham denounced ties from the church and received three thousand pounds. He lived in the city, I believe, under a pretense of studying law, he idled away his money, gambling, of that nature. Some years later, he wrote to brother again, requesting the living that Father promised him, set on getting ordained, and was sure brother would not find his request unreasonable. Brother rightly refused to do so, and Mr. Wickham's attitude toward our family (specifically Fitzwilliam) turned hostile."

She took a deep breath and finally stopped pacing around the room. Now she looked to Elizabeth, who appeared wholly overwhelmed.

"But she has not revealed the whole truth."

Georgiana was not alarmed by her brother's voice, though Elizabeth clearly was.

"Pardon me, I apologize for intruding. This is a topic which I felt I had some share."

"There's more to this?" asked Elizabeth in a barely audible voice.

"I am afraid so."

"I did not wish to speak of it.," said Georgiana.

"Understandable. May I?"

After a brief hesitation, the young lady nodded.

"From then, it was a few months until we heard another from him. Perhaps it was two summers ago, Georgiana went to Ramsgate with a Mrs. Younge, and thither went Wickham. He proved himself to be an acquaintance of Mrs. Younge, and through such deceitful charm, persuaded my sister into fancying herself in love, and consenting to elopement."

Georgiana froze at the recollection, and harder tried to block the memories from resurfacing. Still Elizabeth remained silent, so Darcy continued:

"I joined them shortly before the intended elopement, and Georgiana confessed the whole to me. I wrote to Wickham, and he left thereafter, leaving a very distraught fifteen-year-old girl as a result. Undoubtedly, his chief objective was her fortune, thirty thousand pounds, though I am sure the thought of revenging himself on me did not lessen the idea."

They three stood in a rather thoughtful silence, with faint music from the ball wafting in; Darcy then embraced his sister, who gratefully fell against him.

"I am sorry to have to recount it."

Speaking naught any more on the subject, she said, "I do wish to leave now."

"Of course dear."