I do not own Divergent. Credit goes to Veronica Roth.
I do not own Pride and Prejudice. Credit goes to Jane Austen.

A few days after Colonel Uriah and Mr. Eaton had left Rosings Park, Beatrice and Lynn were set to leave as well. Although before they departed they were called to Lady Evelyn's one last time for a farewell dinner.

Lady Evelyn was speaking of something. What it was, Beatrice knew not. She had been deep in though about Mr. Wickham, Mr. Pedrad, and of course Mr. Eaton.

"You are pretty dull this evening, Miss Beatrice Prior," noted Lady Evelyn. "Why are you so out of spirit?"

It had become a common occurrence for dinner or their evening conversation to have a lively opinion of Beatrice interrupt Lady Evelyn. Tonight, though, Beatrice just didn't feel much up to it at first.

"I assure I am quite well," Beatrice replied.

"Of course you're not well," Lady Evelyn contradicted her. "You will be going away soon."

"I was just telling my poor, naïve cousin," Mr. Alan spoke which made Beatrice inwardly groan in disgust. "That she will be missing the condescension and favor that you have so honorably bestowed on one that is neither deserving of it."

"Yes that is it," Lady Evelyn smiled at Mr. Alan's statement. "Miss Prior you are to stay another month here in Kent with Mrs. Alan. Write to your father and tell him that I said so. That should lift your spirits!"

"No," Beatrice commented quickly. "My father actually wrote to hurry my return."

"Daughters are no consequence to a father," Lady Evelyn waved her off. "In a month I believe I'll be traveling down to Amity. I will bring you and Miss Black halfway along your journey. I cannot think of two women, young, single and traveling alone. It is highly improper," she scolded.

"My father is sending one of the attendants from home to meet us halfway through our journey," Beatrice added.

"An attendant," Lady Evelyn raised her eyebrow. "Well I'm glad someone thinks of these things."

"See we will be looked after, Lady Evelyn," Beatrice replied.

"Yes, but this is all very vexing. I can't stand the idea," responded Lady Evelyn.

"Well, then let us be glad that you never had to travel alone when you were young and single," Beatrice smiled at her. Mr. Alan looked wide-eyed at his relation, but she simply smiled and took a sip from her tea.

The following day they gathered their things to leave as planned. Beatrice was determined to be home. Although she would miss Susan dearly, she also had missed her family. Beatrice also could not wait to tell Shauna what she had discovered about Eric and Mr. Eaton.

"My dear young cousin," Mr. Alan said to her right before she left. "You can see before you my happy situation," he motioned to the home. Was he still trying to look good for her?

"I do and it is a lovely home," Beatrice nodded.

"Yes, I find it a home that any young lady would love to be mistress of." Mr. Alan turned to Susan. "She truly is a God-fearing woman. She seems to have been designed for me."

Beatrice smiled and then said farewell to him. She walked over to Susan and hugged her tightly.

"I shall miss you the most, Tris," Susan told her.

"And I will miss you as well, Susan. You are and always will be my most dearest friend," Beatrice said pulling away. They hugged once more and then left, Susan to stand next to Mr. Alan and Beatrice to sit in the carriage next to Lynn.

Lynn was excited to be journeying home as well. She remarked to Beatrice how it was a pleasant trip but that she could not stand Lady Evelyn's displeasures any longer. Not to mention the ridiculous behavior of her brother in law.

Soon they had arrived at a small village where they would change carriages and wait for Mr. Hill, the Prior's attendant. It was upon stepping out of the carriage that Beatrice heard a familiar voice.

"Tris! Tris!"

Beatrice looked up to see her two younger sisters waving from a window. Lauren was half hanging out of it as Christina was jumping and clapping in the background. Mr. Hill had come to collect their bags and show them to the room where lunch would be served.

"I bet you did not think we'd be the ones to come and get you," Lauren replied enthusiastically.

"No I did not," Beatrice responded.

"Look, what we brought for your lunch," Christina said grabbing onto Lynn's hand and pulling her to the dining table. "Pork, ham, potatoes, soup, and even pie! Now Lauren and I have no allowance."

"This should not have taken up all your allowance," Beatrice told them as she sat down.

Lauren and Christina giggled and sat down as well with Lynn joining them. "We bought a new summer hat and some material," Lauren smiled.

"I think the material looks vile," Christina teased Lauren.

"If it is, then what possessed you to buy it," asked Beatrice.

"I am determined to make it better when we get home," Lauren waved her hand dismissively. "Although it wouldn't matter what any of us wears for the regiment is to leave Abnegation."

"Colonel Maxter and his wife said they are to be stationed now in Brighton," Christina said pouting her bottom lip. "Will will be gone!"

Beatrice rolled her eyes. So would Mr. Wickham. "Good riddance," Beatrice commented.

"Oh," Lauren clapped. "You won't think that when you hear the news that we are about to tell you about a certain someone we know."

Christina suddenly perked up and grabbed Lauren's hand. "Yes, let's tell her and see if she blushes." The two sisters laughed.

"Tell me what," Beatrice lifted an eyebrow at them.

"Wickham is not to marry Jeanine Matthews at all. She's been taken to Candor by her Uncle and Eric is safe," Lauren proclaimed.

"Perhaps we should say Jeanine Matthews is safe," Beatrice remarked.

"There wasn't a strong attraction though, right," asked Lynn. "Didn't he only marry her for money?" It was then that Beatrice thought back to Mr. Eaton's statement. He only pursued Mr. Eaton's sister for her inheritance. Miss Matthews just inherited a large sum of money as well. Mr. Wickham needed money.

"I'm sure he didn't care for her at all," Lauren replied. "Who would?" Beatrice gave her a look. "Don't look at me like that Tris. You must be happy that Eric is free to pursue once again."

Beatrice looked down at her plate, taking a bite of ham. Actually, she thought to herself, she was happy that Miss Matthew's uncle had some sense to save the poor girl before Mr. Wickham ruined her.