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All Together Again

The London fog had faded an hour before and was replaced by barren fields and villages. Silence, save for the normal clatter of the carriage and horses, reigned inside. Georgiana stared glumly out the window; her head resting upon her hand. The confining atmosphere of Rosings and her mortification over Lord Rocheford were left far behind as they made their way towards Netherfield. The brief respite in town had done nothing but increase her desire to be alone. The ball they had attended thrust Mr. Levine and Miss Selwyn into her presence and conjured up more embarrassment for her. All the old gossips were anxiously hoping for her to faint or lose her head over her previous favorite moving on to another, but when her only response was to become more withdrawn, they declared she was just as proud as ever. She wondered if it would just be better for her to remain in the country and forsake Town all together.

Kitty slept, her head jerking with every bump in the road. Elizabeth had kindly placed a pillow between Kitty and the window and was now humming the ballad from the latest opera. The light was slowly fading, tingeing the world in rosy light. Elizabeth glanced at her husband, his curly hair more alluring in the twilight, as he stoically read on.

A series of unfortunate occurrences had delayed their travel. Urgent business arrived for Fitzwilliam a half hour before their departure. The footman had fallen ill and a trunk broke as they were loading the carriages. However, once the business was seen to, they had a quick luncheon and departed.

The coachman made excellent time and they were but six miles from Netherfield when they paused to light the lanterns. Kitty awoke at the stop and began exclaiming about the familiar sights she could barely discern out the window.

"Look, Lizzy! Is that not the Hampstead's farm over there? I swear it must be and look! That's Maiden Hill where Lydia and I walked when there was never anything to do in Meryton. You can watch all the carriages coming by. Look, Lizzy! It's the Fairy Ring! You remember how we used to play there as children. The Lucases must be just around the bend."

Elizabeth failed to control her sister's exuberance, partly because she was eagerly taking in the familiar sights as well. As much as she loved Pemberley, there was something about Hertfordshire that would always remain with her. It was her main instructor in the ways of the world, yet held the bittersweet memories of childhood. She could recall the massive games of hide and seek they would play with the village children, the time when her and Jane had caught a nasty flu and could not move for most of the summer, and the first awkward years knowing that some of her male friends imagined themselves in love with her. While the two Bennet sisters were lost to nostalgia, the Darcy brethren exchanged small smiles. They knew their own excitement at viewing Pemberley after a long absence was just as heartfelt, if not as profuse.

A few more bends down the country road brought them to the shining entrance of Netherfield. Relief at their arrival and a desire for some good food hurried the traveler's from their carriage. The stately butler ushered them to the drawing room where the Bingleys eagerly awaited them. After the formalities were carried out, Elizabeth enveloped her sister in a warm embrace.

"Oh, Jane! It has been far too long. Let me have a good look at you now." With that exclamation, she released her sister and saw her continued radiance. Jane was as demure as ever, but looked just like an angel with the light of happiness and expected motherhood flooding her features. Though she showed that she was eight months along, Jane had never looked more beautiful.

Bingley's elation at their arrival was more than expected. He laughed and joked, keeping the younger ladies entertained while the older sisters had a few moments together. A look of supreme pride and satisfaction would grace him whenever he looked upon his wife. After a few moments of discussion, a cheerful maid announced supper. The travelers declined to change as they were eager for nourishment. They all gratefully tucked in to warm meal.

With the help of Jane and Bingely, they newcomers were made aware of all the changes in Meryton since their departure.

"What of the Lucases? How is Maria Lucas?" Kitty asked expectantly, eager for news of her friend.

Jane smiled benignly. "Maria Lucas is well. She is being courted by Walter Goulding. The young William Lucas is engaged to a lady he met in Town while going to University. Her name is Leonora... Leonora Trenton. She is well off, so Sir William said, but they are to have a long engagement. Her parents wish to wait until her elder sister gets married and that shall not be for another year at least. Mathias will go back to University after the holidays. How is Charlotte?"

There was a brief pause before Georgiana realized she had been addressed. She colored and answered. "She was quite well. Wilhelmina keeps both her and Lady Lucas well occupied. She is such an adorable little girl."

Jane smiled. "That is wonderful news. How did you find Kent? I hope you had a pleasant visit."

This time Georgiana's face paled and tension descended on the Darcy party. "It was quite pleasant, Mrs. Bingley."

"You can call me Jane, dear," Jane continued with her unending kindness and swiftly turned the conversation. "Was Town really that horrible, Lizzy?"

"Every bit of it," Lizzy grumbled, earning some laughs around the table. "I fully understand why Fitzwilliam dislikes it so."

"Oh come, it cannot have been that bad," Bingley countered jovially. "Aside from the simpering girls, the bold dandies, and the gossiping matrons, it usually is quite pleasant."

They all laughed and Georgiana even managed a smile, though she was very subdued for the rest of supper.

"How is Papa?" Elizabeth as the laughter from the last anecdote faded. Jane's face became troubled and Bingley's was laced with concern.

"He gets on, I suppose. He does not say much, though I know he is suffering. I know he has refused to see Mr. Jones and he insists that there is nothing wrong. I hope he will confide in you, Lizzy. You are his favorite."

Elizabeth let out a soft sigh at the added mission. "How is Mama? Has she not mentioned a word of it?"

If the mention of Kent had increased the travelers' tension, the mention of Mrs. Bennett raised alarm. Bingley's carefree countenance clouded and even Jane's radiant face was troubled.

"Mama is just as she ever was. She visits all the time to check on the child and me. Mary usually comes with her. I think she is finally in her bloom now that she has met Mr. Stadbury."

Kitty let out an undignified snort that earned her the condemnation of the table. She had the good sense to flush and feel ashamed. Soon after, dessert was finished and a general desire to retire was established. Jane bid them all good night and ascended the stairs with her husband who promised to meet Darcy in the library for a nightcap. A troupe of maids eagerly waited to see them to their rooms.

Maggie was already in Elizabeth's room, warm water steaming in the basin and a fresh nightgown waiting. Gratefully peeling off her well-worn clothes, Elizabeth washed up and settled to examine her room. The wardrobe was already full of her clothes and the table arranged with her brushes and jewelry. Her current volume occupied the place of honor next to the bedside. Smiling at Maggie, she dismissed her with a sincere thank you and a gentle good night.

She was admiring the ascent of the moon over the distant forest when a noise distracted her attention to the main room. Fitzwilliam stood in the doorway, contently watching his wife. With a small sigh, she crossed the room and wrapped herself in his welcoming embrace.

"I am going to wait for Bingley in the library. Should you desire anything from there?"

"I think I found my only delights the last time I was at Netherfield," she replied with a smile.

He placed a gentle kiss on the top of her hair. "Will you wait for me tonight?"

She pressed her head closer to his chest. "I shall try," she honestly replied. "But I am very tired from the traveling today."

"I understand," he stated, before pulling her back and placing a loving kiss on her upturned face. "Good night, Elizabeth."

"Good night, Fitzwilliam."

After a parting kiss, he ventured to the study. Elizabeth wrapped her dressing gown tighter around her and could not help a pang of loneliness. True, it was only one night and he was visiting a friend he had not seen in ages, but she knew she would have trouble sleeping that night. She always did when he was not by her side. Shaking her head, she pulled on her slippers and went down to Kitty's room.

"Is everything where you like it?" Elizabeth asked after being granted entrance. She stood just inside the doorway and surveyed the room.

The room seemed in order, though her painting set was set haphazardly on the desk in the corner. A half-finished piece lay out on the table and the smear of blue across Kitty's hands proved that she had already been at work.

"Yes, Lizzy. Everything is fine," Kitty replied with some agitation at being disturbed.

"Just making sure. Good night, Kitty."

"Good night." Kitty immediately turned back to her painting, unknowingly spreading the blue on her new white nightdress. Elizabeth smiled and quietly left. She journeyed down the hallway and knocked softly on Georgiana's door. The maid told her to wait but a few moments. Elizabeth took that time to admire the statue of Juno in the little alcove across the hall.

The maid exited the room and bobbed a quick curtsey, letting Elizabeth know she could join Georgiana. Elizabeth smiled at her and crossed into the room, quietly shutting the door behind her. Georgiana sat at the vanity brushing her hair. Sadness seemed to hang around the room and rested in her face. Elizabeth offered her a sympathetic smile and gently took over the task of brushing her hair. They sat in silence for a while, the crackling fire their only accompaniment for this tune.

"Georgiana," Elizabeth began gently. "Do you wish to tell me what happened at Rosings?"

Georgiana's eyes instantly flew to her lap where her hands were twisting in nervousness. "I... I would rather not. Not yet, at least."

Her eyes pleaded with Elizabeth who acknowledged her request with a smile. "Whenever you are ready, my dear. But may I ask you one question? I only ask to ease my worry and your brother's."

Georgiana watched her warily before letting Elizabeth continue. "I know it has something to do with Lord Rocheford. Yes, I am a past master at deciphering the true meanings in letters. We have never heard anything ill of him, but he has not... forced himself on you, has he?"

The soothing rhythm of the brush stopped and Georgiana blushed bright scarlet. "No! Never. He has always been the most perfect gentleman to me."

Elizabeth nodded and resumed her task. She gently patted the girl's shoulder. "I did not think so, but we wanted to be certain. It pains us to see you upset."

Silence descended on them again. After a while, Elizabeth made to leave. She gave her sister a heartfelt embrace and looked her steadily in the eyes. "I am always here for you and always ready to listen. I will even not tell your brother should you be embarrassed."

Tears appeared in Georgiana's eyes and she nodded. With a final embrace and good night, Elizabeth left. Georgiana was left with the disheartening memories of Rosings as her companions for the night. Elizabeth returned to her room and sank into the warm bed. She pulled out her book and settled in to read. Although nothing could be done to help alleviate Georgiana's problem, she felt contented that she had done all she could for now. Her book was a welcome distraction.

Fizwilliam softly entered the chamber a great while later and checked on his wife before calling his valet. Her book was flung next to her and she was wrapped up in the covers. All he could really see was her tumbling mass of curls at the top of the bed. He chuckled and turned to Travis. As he patiently waited to complete his evening ablutions, he reflected on the interview in the library.

Bingley entered the room and quickly opened the bottle of brandy. Setting two tumblers on the table, he sat down and sighed.

"Is Jane well?" Fitzwilliam asked, taking a sip of the proffered drink.

"Yes, very well," Bingely replied. "She never complains, quite the opposite of her mother. I have to judge whether she is truly ill or not. She does not like to cause worry."

"She is an angel," Fitzwilliam mused.

"She is indeed," Bingley agreed. "We have never quarreled. Well, we almost did. It was all my doing, at any rate. I was in quite a foul mood and then her mother ruined any thought of a quiet evening with Jane. I said some things that were rather unkind. Lord, Darcy! I made the poor thing cry! I could not live with myself and the next day she was so kind and understanding. That mortified me more then anything. I shall never be good enough for her."

They lapsed into silence until Bingley inquired about Darcy's domestic affairs. "Come, I'm sure you and Lizzy have had your own share of squabbles."

Darcy sighed. "Indeed we have. We are both quite obstinate, but we usually manage to work it out in the end. We've learned that we need to give each other some time alone before we say anything regrettable. There was one nasty scrape in the summer, due to my own irrational behavior. I do not think anything involving Wickham could provoke a rational response."

"Aye. Has he petitioned you for money as well?" Bingley asked sympathetically.

"Not directly. Lydia sent a missive to Elizabeth pleading for income. I have done more than generosity demands for them and I refuse to encourage their licentious behavior," he added vehemently.

"True. Jane and I have sent them some aid, but not that much. She cannot bare to think of her sister in such destitution."

"She is too much of an angel," Darcy grumbled.

"It is the least we could do. They have a child now. I do not think he should be punished for the unthinking actions of his parents."

Darcy grudgingly agreed. Bingley picked up another topic. "How are the girls? Kitty seems much improved, but Georgiana seems... dejected, I suppose."

"Elizabeth has been marvelous for the both of them. They appear to compliment each other. Georgiana has helped give Kitty some sense and Kitty has helped Georgiana with her shyness. She spent some time in Kent with Lady Catherine. Needless to say, my aunt's influence has not been satisfactory."

Bingley grimaced. "I can well imagine. I remember when we had to visit her during the one vacation form University. I would not wish to repeat the experience."

"Just be thankful she is not your relation." After a pause, Darcy continued. "Is she really that horrible?"

"Lady Catherine?" Bingley asked in confusion.

"No, no. Mrs. Bennet. Is she as insistent as before?"

Bingely's shoulders slumped and he took a meditative swig of brandy before continuing. "I love Jane dearly, but her mother practically lives here. When her father comes, they generally leave at a normal hour. But she usually comes with Mary and stays from breakfast 'til after dinner. Jane is most forgiving, but even she is beginning to weary of her presence. I know not what to do without causing grave offense. I try to escape to my study, but I cannot always leave Jane to suffer."

Darcy's brow frowned. "Has Mr. Bennet done nothing to control his wife?"

"He has," Bingely sighed. "But she is determined. He has tried reasoning with her and restricting the carriage. In that instance, she appeals to her sister and they both come. I hope Mr. Bennet will come tomorrow now that you and Elizabeth are here. When he comes we are sure to have a peaceful breakfast and a quiet dinner."

"Hang in there, Charles," Darcy comforted, downing the last of his drink. "I am sure that she will be less frequent once Jane has her child."

"I fear the opposite," Bingley replied, his eyes wide with that emotion. They left the library in lower spirits then when they had entered.

"Thank you, Travis," Darcy said, finishing his ablutions and completing his reverie. He took the lone candle with him into the bedchamber. Setting it down on the night table, he retrieved Elizabeth's book, A Midsummer Night's Dream, and placed it on her table. The bed creaked as he entered it and briefly woke up Elizabeth.

"Fitzwilliam?" She asked groggily as he blew out the candle.

"Yes, love. Go back to sleep," he replied as his arms circled her.

She made an undecipherable noise and settled against him. Fitzwilliam kissed her hair and went to sleep.

A thin ray of light cut across the soft green and ivory canopy. Elizabeth groaned and closed her eyes only to have them open on their own accord a few seconds later. She glared at that sliver of light and grumpily rolled over on her side. A strangled growl echoed from her as she was blinded and quickly moved away from the offending sun. From the height of the pillows she was able to see the weak winter rays filtering through the crack in the thick heavy curtains. They were creeping slowly up the far wall and their bed. Elizabeth stretched with a yawn before immediately snatching her arm back under the warmth of the covers. The curtains had obviously failed in their task to block out the frigid winter air. Peering suspiciously at the grate, being careful to remain in the safety of the bed, she saw that the fire had died. She groaned again and flopped her head on her pillow in defeat.

Turning her back to the curtains, she vainly tried to close her eyes and sleep. She kept twisting and turning and ended up staring back at the same malicious ray of light that had woken her. Though the bed was made of down and of very high quality, it was not her bed.

She sighed and wished morning had not arrived so quickly. They had been at Netherfield for nearly a week and her family had come before breakfast every single day. Her father had only come the first two days in a valiant effort to control her mother and the keep the visits to a less wearisome length. Mrs. Bennet, however, swooped in on the third day dragging a yawning Mary along like a stubborn dog and insisted on remaining past dinner. Both Jane and Charles bore this intrusion with an admirable facade of calmness, though they occasionally expressed their displeasure in private. Elizabeth envied Fitzwilliam and Charles since they could escape to the library with various "business" matters. A part of her wished she had never come back and exposed Fitzwilliam to all of her family's follies again. She always felt mortified when her mother started on one of her usual shrill monologues on nothing of importance.

Sighing again, she did not look forward to the day with much pleasure and wished she could sleep the whole day. Wondering when the maid would come in and light the fire, she rolled over again and thought she might try to rest for a little while. Lord knew she would need it for another day of her mother. The same circuit started again as she tried to find a comfortable position to sleep. Eventually she pounded her pillow in frustration and groaned loudly. A strong arm prevented her from turning completely again.

"You move too much," Fitzwilliam mumbled sleepily into her shoulder as he pulled her closer. Trapped spoon-fashion next to her husband, she was forced to look at those curtains again. After drumming her hands on the bed for a few minutes, a smirk crossed her face.

"I suppose, then, that you would not want me to move all, correct?" She asked with a grin.

"Yes, that would be ideal," he replied to her shoulder with a hint of annoyance.

"Of course," she said. "Then I suppose you would want me to stare at the curtains forever, correct?"

"Whatever suits your fancy," he mumbled again.

"So you would not want me to do this, would you?" She asked innocently while turning to face him.

He cracked open one eye and gazed blearily at her. "Well, the view is much preferable this way."

"I agree," she replied. "Of course, I suppose if you do not want me to move at all, you would not like me to do this." She added, twining one hand up to play with the hair above his neck. Both of his eyes opened at this.

"And then I suppose," she continued in a saddened tone. "That you would not want me to do this either." With that, she stretched up and kissed him.

He responded immediately and they broke apart when a flustered maid entered a few minutes later.

"Oh! Ah...begging your pardon, sir. I'll- I'll- just come back in a minute then," she stammered before fleeing the room and blushing scarlet.

They both chuckled when she left, but Elizabeth stopped Fitzwilliam when he leaned over again.

"Stop, Fitzwilliam. You will shame the poor girl for life."

"So I'm not allowed to be with my wife?" He asked half-jokingly.

"Only when defenseless maids happen to be in the vicinity," she replied calmly, giving him a playful look.

The maid bustled in quite loudly at that moment and halted any retort Fitzwilliam had been about to make.

"Has Mrs. Bennet arrived yet?" Elizabeth asked the maid as she was bent over the fire. The girl straightened and gave her a sympathetic look.

"No ma'am, not yet." She replied with a small curtsy. "I'll just be back with the water, ma'am."

Elizabeth sat up and relished the warmth spreading throughout the room. Fitzwilliam was watching her and she knew he was debating whether to mention something or not. She pushed the covers aside and slipped into her dressing gown and slippers before padding over to the window. Once there, she drew back the heavy curtains just enough so that she could see outside. Her face, which was resigned before, burst out in a grin.

"It snowed!" She said excitedly, smiling over at Fitzwilliam. "Just a little bit, but it looks so beautiful! It was much too dreary before with everything all dead and brown. Do you think it will last?"

"For a few days at least," he replied, looking over her shoulder at the sparkling whiteness outside. The fields still looked dismal with the tall, thin grass resolutely defying the majestic snow, but the grounds nearby were covered with a light, powdery layer. "It would be a shame to stay inside when nature has created something so beautiful besides yourself."

She gave him a shrewd glance, taking note of his mischievous smile. "What are you proposing?"

"We should slip away this morning and enjoy the outside after breakfast. A few hours of solitude away from the house would be desirable."

"That would be wonderful," she replied joyously, her eyes beaming with happiness. All of a sudden the light in her face was extinguished. "But Jane. I cannot leave her to Mama. She has not felt well the past few days. It would be most unkind, but I do wish to go."

"It is possible that the weather may have daunted your mother," he offered, trying to be convincing.

"Nothing short of Mary's betrothal would stop Mama from coming," she replied bitterly. "Though I suppose that would have her running faster than the carriage."

"Come," Fitzwilliam said, giving her shoulders a slight squeeze. "Indulge yourself for one morning, I am sure Jane will not mind it. I will coax Bingley into staying with her so she will not be defenseless. We can promise them a morning to themselves tomorrow."

She was quick enough to see the grimace that passed his face. "You are too good to me," she responded with heart-felt appreciation. Leaning up, she kissed him again.

"None of the other servants have - Oh! I'm-I- here's your water, ma'am! Good morning to you both!" The crimson maid hastily placed the pitcher of warm water on the washstand and bolted out the door. Elizabeth smiled up at Fitzwilliam.

"That was all your doing," he stated with a smirk.

"No, it was not. You merely said something so that I had to kiss you," she replied with an answering smirk.

"So it is always to be my fault, then?" He asked, his one eyebrow raised.

"I am glad you understood so quickly," she replied happily, giving him a quick peck on the lips. Pulling away from him, she ventured over to the fire to get rid of the chill that had floated through the window. Fitzwilliam followed and took the seat opposite her.

"So, would you like to slip out this morning?" He asked.

"Yes. We shall propose the plan to them at breakfast. They should not mind if we are promising them a day to themselves."

"Did you bring the proper attire?" He asked, this time with a mischievous glint in his eyes that was not merely the trick of the light.

"What do you mean?" She asked suspiciously.

"Your riding clothes. Did you purposely forget them?" He continued, vainly repressing a smile at the glare he was receiving.

"Riding?" She cried out. "Are you mad? You know full well that I refuse to get on any of those devious beasts! I bet the Devil rides horses."

"As does your sister Jane who cannot be called anything even remotely resembling the Devil," he replied wryly. "Come, dear, we can ride together if you are frightened. We will take the tamest mare and not ride fast at all."

"Tamest mare meaning a demonic beast," she countered bitterly.

"Tamest mare meaning a docile, harmless creature," he responded good-naturedly. "We will ride the same horse. Do you think, knowing your temper, I would be foolish enough to risk bodily harm by frightening you?"

"I have known you to be quite devious yourself," she replied unconvinced.

"Just think about it then, love. I would not risk anything happening to you," he said sincerely.

"I know," she sighed, standing up.

Later they entered the breakfast room arm in arm, Fitzwilliam looking elated and Elizabeth a bit disgruntled. The rest were already seated at the table, Kitty and Georgiana discussing a painting they had seen in the gallery and Jane and Bingley talking softly together.

"No, the lady definitely looked cross. It was almost as if she had stepped in something awful," Kitty was saying loudly.

"I think it was the light. She was rather more stern than cross," Georgiana replied quietly, but with firmness in her conviction.

"You are like Jane and refuse to think anybody can be cross. Jane thought she was merely trying to hide her boredom," Kitty stated factually, helping herself to some jam.

Elizabeth could not help laughing and alerted the whole room to their presence. They walked over and sat down amid a torrent of "Good mornings".

"What has gotten you in such a fine mood, brother?" Georgiana asked pleasantly.

Elizabeth immediately scowled as Fitzwilliam grinned. "I am going to get Elizabeth on a horse."

"A demonic creature would be more correct. I still maintain that the Devil rides horses," she replied sourly as she poured herself some tea.

"How did you manage that?" Jane asked through the laughter at the table.

"He wheedled, tricked, and tortured me into it," Elizabeth answered instead, viciously attacking her eggs. Looking up to Georgiana, she continued. "Be wary of your brother whenever he has his mind on something. He has the Devil in his pocket."

"Come on, Lizzy. I know you will enjoy it. You're acting like a little child about it," Kitty said from her end of the table. "Charlotte got right back on a horse after her accident."

"I much prefer walking," Elizabeth replied, still glaring at her meal.

"Darcy," Bingley urgently said as he looked up from a letter he was holding. "I need to speak to you about a matter of business after we are done here."

Fitzwilliam glanced at Elizabeth; saw her troubled, yet relieved, look and her slight nod, before agreeing.

"Thank you," Bingley replied with a look of utter relief, dropping the paper as if it burned. He quietly assured his wife that it was nothing more than business while Kitty resumed taunting Elizabeth.

"You're very lucky today, Lizzy, but we'll have you on a horse before long."

"Comforting words, I'm sure."

Mrs. Bennet had not turned up at all throughout breakfast and they began to hope that she would not come at all. Just as they finished breakfast and decided to retire to Jane's favorite parlor, they heard Mrs. Bennet's less than dulcet voice piercing the hallway. Bingley turned a terrified face to Darcy and they quickly exited the room through the opposite door. Elizabeth had a fruitless nonverbal discussion with Georgiana, but failed to convince the girl to leave. Thus, they were all sitting morbidly as Mrs. Bennet descended, leaving a bleary-eyed Mary to amble in her wake.

"Oh, my girls!" She cried as she entered, swooping down on Jane. "Oh! I was so frightened that the snow would hamper our journey, but it is not so deep and the carriage made it just fine. We ate before we left since we were quite sure we shouldn't make it. I declare, your father would never let us leave on time. He keeps going on about all this nonsense. Why should my girls not want to see me? What does he know of such things? Truth be told, you don't know how much I wished my mother had been with me when I was with child with all of you, but she could not come. It is such a joy to have Jane so close and I know Lydia missed my companionship terribly when she was with little Nathan. Oh! I've had a letter from her, don't you know. Such a short one though, but Lord knows she barely has time too write."

A brief pause left all their ears ringing as Mrs. Bennet shuffled around trying to find the letter. Mary had sat at the table and opened her heavy tome. Jane had begun to look ill and Elizabeth noticed this immediately.

"Mama, we should retire to the parlor. It would be much more comfortable there to listen to Lydia's letter," Elizabeth interjected quickly as Mrs. Bennet finally found the letter.

"Ah, yes! What a splendid idea! Come Jane, careful now. You do not want to tire yourself so early. Only a month, the doctor said. Are you eating properly, dear? You do not look so well. Oh! You should go directly to bed. I can spare not seeing you, my dear, but you must watch out for the child. Oh! I know not what I should do should any harm come. Ring the bell, Kitty. We should have Jane sent back to her rooms."

Jane began to protest, but Elizabeth quelled her with a look. "I will see Jane up, Mama. There is no need to ring for Shirley."

They quickly exited the room leaving Mrs. Bennet to ramble on about her worries and Lydia's letter. The calm hallway seemed to ease Jane, but her face remained flushed. Elizabeth gently led her up to her rooms and alerted one of the serving girls that Jane's maid must be fetched. Once inside the grand bedroom, Elizabeth sat Jane down on the chair and began to poke at the fire, trying to add some life to it.

"Lizzy, I am fine, truly. There is no need for me to be abed. I should return downstairs. Mama will be worried," Jane stated from her perch as she struggled to stand.

"Jane, you are too good. You do not look well at all and it is better to be safe then sorry. You are frightfully flushed and I would rather you rest for one day. It would do you much good, Jane," Lizzy replied, soot streaking her face as she stood up from the fire.

Jane laughed at Lizzy's comical face and Lizzy joined in when she saw herself in the mirror. The troubled maid entered during the sister's hilarity and her fear for her mistress abated somewhat. However, once they had controlled themselves and Lizzy had cleaned her face, the maid became somber once more. She quickly retrieved Jane's warmest nightgown and hurriedly helped her change by the warmth of the fire. Jane was swiftly tucked in bed and he maid dismissed.

"Lizzy, I am quite well, I assure you," Jane began.

"Better to be safe than sorry, Jane. A child's life is nothing to be treated lightly."

"I know that, Lizzy," Jane replied with her never-ending patience, though she continued rather sheepishly. "It is rather ungenerous of me, but I confess that I actually enjoy being away from Mama's company."

Lizzy laughed. "I think there is hope for you yet, Jane. That is one of the most unforgiving things you have ever said. Next you shall be telling me one of Charles' habits that you cannot suffer."

Jane blushed a bit, alerting Lizzy that there was indeed some habit. After a bit of goading, Jane finally divulged the secret information. "Well, it is not a mean habit at all, it is rather a bit of an annoyance," Jane began. "He always taps on things; he cannot keep still."

Lizzy laughed heartily as Jane flushed a bit more. "And what of you?" Jane asked her sister, eager to move away from her own admission.

"Oh, Fitzwilliam and I get on tolerably. We quarrel every now and then, but we are both too obstinate. He just rises early every day, even if we have been out late at night. I feel like such a lazy lie-abed."

"Lizzy, you have always been a lie-abed. Do you remember what tricks we had to do to get you up in time for Church?"

Lizzy grew affronted. "How could I forget? That one day when Lydia and Kitty decided to send the new puppy into my room to lick my face! Ugh. I love dogs dearly, but I could never have genial feelings towards that mutt."

"So what is this urgent business, Bingley?" Fitzwilliam asked as he shut the study door. Bingley paced at his desk and withdrew the letter from his pocket.

"Read it."

Fitzwilliam took it with a bit of caution, noting the unease in his friend's normally calm face. His face hardened once he recognized the strong, elegant script lacing the pages. Mentally preparing himself, he sat down and pursued the letter.

Dear Charles,


Louisa begged me to tell you that we shall be coming down on the 17th of the month. We have been enjoying London immensely, but society is not quite the same without you and dear Jane. I hope all is well with her while she is in her condition. Amelia and Edgar elected to stay in Town for the holidays. They do not think it would be fitting to move the children in such weather. I have made many new acquaintances during the season. Miss Loring and Miss Treningham have proven to be valuable friends as is Miss Grantley.

There is a matter I wish to place before you. After spending much time with Miss Grantley and her family, I am pleased to announce that I have entered into an engagement with her brother, Mr. Grantley, pending your approval. I should like to ask for you permission to allow Mr. Grantley to visit us after the New Year so that you may meet him and bless us with your consent.

I trust that you and Jane are in good health.

Your sister,

Caroline

"Well?" Bingley asked, having noticed when Darcy finished the letter. "What should I do? Is it proper to let him come?"

Darcy stared at the letter again. He knew Caroline, far too well than he should have liked. There would be no peace at Netherfield if her request was denied. He had not heard harm of Mr. Grantley in the few years he had been around Town, but he had not heard much to recommend him either. He seemed of Mr. Hurst's ilk, save with more wealth and more discretion.

"What should you do if I had not been here?" Darcy asked instead. He hoped to continue Bingley's independence.

Bingley was momentarily shocked, but soon recognized Darcy's challenge. "Well, I... I suppose I shall have to let him come. Caroline will never let me rest until he visits. I shall have to give my consent to or else... well, you know Caroline."

Darcy nodded. "He must be rich," continued Bingley. "Or else she would not agree to marriage. Do you know anything of him?"

"I have not heard ill of him. He manages his money very well, but has a tendency to focus more on fashion than matters of serious substance. I believe he is in line to inherit the family estate, though he mainly resides in Town."

"Then I suppose she shall be quite happy," Bingley replied. "It will be quite proper to invite him, is it not?"

"I believe so.I can see no harm in it. It is not as if they shall be alone and there are plenty of people around. Will Jane be agreeable to it?"

"She will never refuse. I should ask for him to delay his arrival until the end of January. I do not think she will enjoy entertaining while in the end of her pregnancy."

"Most women would not," Darcy replied with an amused smile.

"Then I shall write to her directly," Bingely concluded.

Darcy browsed through the shelves as Bingley wrote his letter. He shook his head at Bingley's collection, but managed to find a book to pass the time. When Bingley finished, they decided to journey to the drawing room and rescue their wives from their mother. To their great surprise, they could discern no sound from the room as the ventured down the corridor. Sharing identical looks of confusion, they entered and beheld Kitty and Georgiana, each working on their languages.

"Where is Jane?"

Kitty looked up and replied with sympathy. "She retired upstairs with Lizzy. I do not think she is feeling well. Mama decided to leave soon after since we're invited to our Aunt Phillps for supper."

Bingley bolted out the door at the end of her speech and Darcy followed behind. He paused in the hallway while Bingley entered his private rooms. He could hear his wife's voice float through the open doorway. Soon after her form appeared as well. Smiling up at him, she took his arm and led him back to the drawing room.

"I insisted she stay upstairs. She looked tired and Mama's conversation was not helping," Elizabeth explained. "I do not wish to go back, but I have no choice."

"Your mother decided to leave early as we are to dine with the Phillips. We could go anywhere you wish," Fitzwilliam replied, with his mischievous smile. "I am sure there is a horse in need of a ride."

Elizabeth smiled apologetically, though with a full measure of relief. "I promised Kitty and Georgiana I would help them learn that new dance when we had the time. I cannot go back on my word."

"No, I understand," Fitzwilliam answered, though he could not hide his disappointment. They continued in silence to the drawing room.

"Lizzy, darling! It has been an age since you have been to visit me! How is married life agreeing with you?" Her Aunt Phillips asked as they arrived for the party.

"Very well, Aunt," Elizabeth replied, subtly edging out of the way. She tried to bring Fitzwilliam with her, but her aunt would make sure to greet him with the most deference. A brilliant blush adorned Elizabeth's face and she refused to look straight at her husband. Her eyes lit up when she saw her father sitting docilely by the fire.

"Lizzy!" He greeted, standing up to embrace his daughter.

"Papa!" She greeted in turn. "You would not think we had only seen each other five days ago."

"Even that is far to long, my dear," he said earnestly. "Good evening, Mr. Darcy. I hope you have had a pleasant day."

"As well as can be imagined, sir," Darcy replied with a smile. Mr. Bennet nodded his head in understanding.

"So when are you all to come and visit me? I am in sore need of stimulating company."

"Very soon, Papa. Shall we come on Saturday?"

"That would be agreeable. I believe your mother is scheduled to visit Mrs. Long for the afternoon. Have you been following the Continent affairs, Mr. Darcy?"

"Yes, sir. I think it was a very poor decision to leave Napoleon in charge of Elba. That situation does not sit well with me."

"I agree. It would be much better to lock him in a prison."

Elizabeth let her gaze wander to the crowd. She noticed Mary sitting next to Mr. Stadbury. The two of them were in a deep discussion and she had never seen her sister look more alive. There was a passion in her eyes as she made her point with Mr. Stadbury listening intently. A smile graced Elizabeth's face. She hoped her sister would always be that happy, especially after been so often neglected in her childhood.

"Penny for your thoughts, Lizzy?" Her father asked smiling.

"Oh, you know they are worth much more than that, Papa," she replied.

"But still worth the hearing," he laughed.

"I am glad that Mary has found happiness. Has he approached you yet?"

"No, not as yet. I had always hoped she would outgrow her silliness, but I suppose it is all for the best," he answered, turning to look at the pair. "Well, Lizzy," he continued. "I must say you have done remarkable work with Kitty. I do not think any of my best endeavors could have wrought such a change."

"Thank you, Papa, but I do not credit myself alone. Georgiana and Kitty have been excellent, though unlikely, companions. They compliment each other very well."

She turned and saw Kitty chatting civilly with Mrs. Goulding while waiting for Maria's arrival. Georgiana was sitting near Jane and the two were talking quietly together. Elizabeth smiled at the likeness between the two. As she continued observing the crowd, she noticed a man enter whose face was very familiar. Likewise, he caught her gaze and instantly brightened.

"Lizzy!" He called, crossing the room to properly greet her. He dipped into a quick bow and kissed her hand as she rose from her curtsey. Fitzwilliam bristled next to her and could have melted the lad with his gaze. Mr. Benent rose and barely contained his amusement.

"Kit? Is that really you?" She asked, her form mixed with shock and excitement.

"The one and only," he grinned.

"But I thought you had gone up North?"

"I did, to help my uncle, but he passed on a few months back. He was a widower and left me his fortune and his estate in Durham. I thought I would come back here and perhaps carry on where I left off." He almost trembled from eagerness and his eyes asked a significant question.

Elizabeth eyes grew round and Fitzwilliam cut in before she could answer.

"Who are you?" He asked in a commanding tone that was fringed with ice.

The man drew himself up and looked Darcy up and down. Deciding that he would be civil, though his companion was less than that, he answered with a forced calmness.

"Christopher Mayne, sir. And you are?"

"Fitzwilliam Darcy," he answered, barely opening his mouth. They both bowed, but continued a staring contest. "You are acquainted with my wife, it would seem."

Fitzwilliam could not contain his pleasure at the emotions flitting across the other man's face. Comprehension melted to disbelief. One look at Elizabeth's down-turned face was enough to confirm his suspicions. Finally, resignation and hurt mingled on his features.

"Yes, I am. Let me take this time to wish you joy," he continued in a strained voice.

Fitzwilliam nodded his acknowledgement and Christopher took the opportunity to exit. Mr. Bennet discreetly left to greet Sir William and left the couple by the fireplace. They stood in silence before Elizabeth regained enough of her composure.

"You did not need to be so rude, Fitzwilliam. He has been away for quite a long time," she stated in a low voice.

"I thought it wiser to put an end to his ambitions before he embarrassed himself. You were only offering encouragement," he added, still glaring at the man.

"Forgive me for being happy to see an old friend!" She exclaimed, clearly affronted.

"He seemed like more than a friend," he countered pointedly.

Elizabeth stood there fuming before turning on her heel and leaving him at the fireplace. In a foul mood, Darcy retreated with a drink and regressed to the original Darcy Hertfordshire had known. Elizabeth passed Kitty eagerly talking with Maria Lucas and a hesitant Georgiana listening to their conversation. She soon found the object of her quest and artfully separated him from his group.

"Lizzy," Kit began as she led him to a corner of the room.

"I am very sorry, Kit. He should not have been so rude. He has not been in a great mood today," Elizabeth said apologetically.

"I understand." His gaze drifted over to the man in question who was currently glaring at them. "He seems a cross old man. I heard he is very rich."

Elizabeth noticed the accusation buried in the words. "I did not marry him for him money, Kit. You know me better than that."

"Then why did you not wait? You promised you would!" Desperation had slipped into his words.

"You never wrote. You left and promised that you would be back soon and that you would write every day. I received two letters and that was all. I had no news on if you were even alive!"

"I never received your letters."

"I sent them, Kit."

"Are you happy with him, Lizzy? Truly happy?" He asked after a pause.

"Yes, Kit, I am. I love him and he has made me very happy," she replied with heartfelt sincerity.

Kit bit his lip and nodded. "Then he deserves you. Would you excuse me?"

Elizabeth watched as he hurried away. They had always been the greatest of friends and she truly had thought he had disappeared. The depth of his sentiment touched her, but she could not help feeling more than a little ashamed. She released a sigh and grabbed a glass of wine. Forcing a smile onto her face, the rest of the evening passed in the usual circle of civility. She and Fitzwilliam spoke naught a word to each other all evening and the carriage ride home was filled with Kitty's chatter. Neither was up to discussing what was uppermost in their thoughts. That night they muttered good nights, but could not sleep. Each was confined to the edge of the bed and their minds caught in the events of the evening.

Fitzwilliam sat in the library diligently answering his business letters. Bingely was in his study and had graciously lent his friend full reign of the library. He was briefly enjoying the relative calm before Caroline and the Hursts descended on Netherfield. Mrs. Bennet had continued her dominance in the Bingley household and no tactic seemed to remove her. Jane still endured her mother's presence, but he could never imagine having her patience. Elizabeth suffered with less patience and was more inclined to snap at others.

They had not talked about the incident at Mrs. Phillips, though it rested heavily on both of them. He had tried to mention it a few times, but she had quieted him with a glare and out rightly refused to speak to him. Even his attempts to apologize had gone nowhere. Therefore, he grudgingly resigned himself to his usual solitude and granted her request to be by herself. He remained frustrated, but had the bitter satisfaction that he had done all he could think of to end this problem.

"Are you ready for a game of billiards?" Bingley asked as he entered the library.

"Are you ready to lose a game of billiards?" Darcy grinned.

"Only if you will be humble enough to accept your own defeat."

"Agreed."

"Are you prepared for tomorrow?" Darcy asked halfway through their game in the billiard room.

"As ready as I shall ever be," Bingley groaned. "Good Lord, do they really come tomorrow?"

"I am afraid so," Darcy replied as he sank the five ball. "Perhaps Mrs. Bennet will be less inclined to join us."

"I highly doubt that, Darcy," Bingley said, just missing the eight ball.

"I will be quite glad when she leaves or when we leave. I do not understand how you can suffer her in your house. It would drive me mad!"

Bingley let out a whoop as he sank the eight ball. "I believe you owe me, Darcy."

After Darcy handed over the coins, Bingley continued. "Well, we cannot move from here with Jane as she is. We should have to wait until spring should we decided to relocate anywhere."

"Have you discussed it with her?" Darcy inquired, lining up the balls for the break.

"I have mentioned it a couple of times. She does not seem opposed to the idea, but she worries about her father."

Darcy nodded his understanding. After their game, they settled down for dinner and noticed the absence of three main attendees.

"Mama said that Papa was not feeling well," Jane supplied. "Lizzy insisted on accompanying them home."

"But Mrs. Bennet does not usually leave until after dinner," Bingley queried.

Kitty took her turn to answer. "Lizzy practically dragged Mama out the door. She thought Papa should like company at dinner, though she told me as she was leaving that she hoped we would enjoy a peaceful meal."

Fitzwilliam said nothing, but was concerned. He was worried about Elizabeth, even with their quarrel, and about Mr. Bennet. He knew she would be devastated should anything happen to him. Unlike him, she had not faced the grief of losing a loved one. However, for all his generous feelings, he could help a prickling of anger of her not informing him of her doings. She made it quite clear that she would not report to him like a child and he respected her for it, but she usually made an effort to keep him informed.

The afternoon passed much too slowly for his liking. Jane and Bingley retired upstairs as Jane admitted she was not feeling very well. He listened to Georgiana play and Kitty chatter on for an hour before he needed to go clear his head. Pacing up and down the small art gallery, he finally came to a resolution. He would confront her tonight and but an end to all this. The waiting and speculation was driving him mad.

Elizabeth arrived in the middle of supper looking rather worse for wear. Kitty and Georgiana were instantly at her side inquiring after her and her father.

"Papa is much better. I am quite all right, just a bit tired. Where is Jane?"

This last statement was directed over their heads to Bingley.

"She is upstairs. She has been unwell this afternoon."

Elizabeth sighed and left, they presumed to visit Jane. She did not return for supper. Bingley left them soon after and Fitzwilliam told the girls that he wished to retire as well. Georgiana and Kitty followed him up the stairs, but went into Kitty's room to look at some paintings. Fitzwilliam waited patiently for Travis to arrive. He seemed puzzled at his master's early arrival, but the mention of Miss Bingley put all suspicion to rest. Settling in the chair with a book, he waited for Elizabeth.

Shortly after ten he heard her voice in her parlor. It was only a few moments before she was brought into his sight where she visibly started.

"Elizabeth," he began, rising from his chair. "We cannot keep doing this."

"Doing what?" She asked with pertinent innocence.

"Avoiding what is bothering each other. I have apologized for my remarks to Mr. Mayne. I confess that my feelings ran away with me and they should not have. What more do I have to do?" He asked, truly bewildered.

"That was one instance, Fitzwilliam. Even before then you were avoiding my presence. You have been spending all your time with Bingley that I never see you!"

Fitzwilliam's eyes popped in disbelief. "Never see me? You are like a ghost, Elizabeth. You are always asleep when I come in at night and I only ever see you at meals. You are always off with Jane or Kitty and even today you went off to Longbourn without a word to me."

"Forgive me for having some family members that I care about. I know you cannot stand my mother, most people cannot. But can you hold my regard for Jane and my father against me? I have not seen him for over half a year!"

"I have a high regard for your family, Elizabeth."

"So that is why you ridicule my mother? So much that you cannot wait until she leaves?"

"Elizabeth, just let me explain."

"I have had enough of your explanations."

"You have never let me explain! Why do you keep ignoring me?"

"Because I cannot stand the sight of you!"

"You don't mean that, Elizabeth," he stated, taking a step toward her. She backed away violently.

"Don't touch me! I just... I cannot... I cannot suffer this tonight!"

"Just tell me what is on your mind."

"I cannot!" She cried, almost pleading. Her answer shocked him deeper than he imagined. It pained him that she could not open up to him and he knew she could see it. Their heavy breathing filled the room as they stared at each other with almost new eyes. A frantic knock jolted them from their state. The harried maid jerked open the door after hearing Elizabeth's quick entreaty to enter.

"Ma'am, the Mistress. She's taken ill," the girl sobbed, trembling as she spoke. Elizabeth's eyes grew in horror and she paled instantly. Pulling on her dressing gown, she ran after the maid toward her sister.

Blinking once to absorb all that had happened, Fitzwilliam followed suit.

Well, the talk with my muse didn't go over well. She abandoned me and then school took over. Junior year is not fun. I still maintain that school destroys creativity. All I can do is apologize for such a tremendous delay and I can promise that the next chapter will not take so long, especially since this is kind of a cliffhanger. I am heartfully sorry and I thank anyone who is still reading this for your support. Thanks to Mlle. Skywalker for beta-ing this even though she has a crazier schedule than I do.

Don't lose faith. Even if I don't update for a while, this story is far from completion and I love it too much to abandon it.