Elizabeth turned the page of her book, attempting to distract herself form the suffocating thickness of the heat. Her dress made her feel pinched and she exchanged her book for her delicate lace fan. Currently she could have enjoyed the refreshing breeze of riding her horse, but Darcy had agreed to allow Lady Catherine to send her mare, Toffee, away, so there was no possibility of riding her. They knew, or Darcy knew, that she was afraid to ride any other in the stable.
She shifted and fanned herself more vigorously. Mrs. Reynolds entered with some folded clothing. A sudden inspiration sprung upon Elizabeth.
"Mrs. Reynolds, do you have a moment to draw me a cold bath?"
"But Mrs. Darcy, you have only a short while before dinner!"
"Then we best move quickly," Elizabeth said more firmly as she rose and stretched her arms behind herself to undo her clothing.
With a final glance of exasperation, Mrs. Reynolds went to the bell and pulled it. She then went to Elizabeth and helped her undo her clothing. It was not long before Elizabeth's bath was drawn and she pinned her hair up loosely before climbing into the chilled water.
"What shall you be wearing tonight?" Mrs. Reynolds called from her bedroom.
"My white dress with the train, I believe," Elizabeth replied languidly. She closed her eyes with a deep sigh. The cold water soaked into her skin, cleansing it of its clammy feel. She felt the alertness of her mind fading. She seemed to sink deeper and deeper into the water.
"Mrs. Darcy! Wake up!"
Elizabeth's eyes slowly slid open.
"Mrs. Darcy! You shall not be ready before your guests arrive!" cried Mrs. Reynolds, pounding upon the door.
Awareness sank over Elizabeth and she flew up. She must have fallen asleep. She scrambled from the bath, hoping she could be ready in time.
It was in very short time that Elizabeth was fully prepared for dinner. As she licked her finger and swirled a curl about it as a final touch, one of the servants knocked upon the door. Mrs. Reynolds answered it, urging Elizabeth to hurry, as she pulled the door open.
"Mr. Darcy has sent for Mrs. Darcy. The Gardiners have arrived. He says that she shall find them in the east parlor. "
Elizabeth rose from her vanity and hurried from the room, eager to see her aunt and uncle.
"Elizabeth!" exclaimed Mrs. Gardiner, rising to embrace her niece. As her arms folded about Elizabeth, she whispered, "Congratulations, Lizzie! We received your letter. You and Jane in the same year!"
Elizabeth smiled. "Aunt Mari! How wonderful it is to see you!" She stepped back and allowed her uncle to kiss her hand. "Uncle Edward!" She cast her eyes about the room. "But where are the children? And where is Kitty?"
Mrs. Gardiner's eyes flicked to her husband. "We thought an evening without the children would be more enjoyable. We shall bring them tomorrow, if you like," she added hastily.
"Well of course," replied Elizabeth, smiling. "We shall organize a picnic! Uncle and Darcy, and Colonel Fitzwilliam may go fishing, and it is a delightful place where we shall go. But where is Kitty?"
Mr. Gardiner cleared his throat. "We invited her to come, Lizzie, but she asked us to send her regrets. We told her that you would like to see her."
His wife laid a gentle hand upon Elizabeth's arm. "Jane wrote us of what passed between you and Kitty at Blythebury. Do not doubt that what you did is for the best. Kitty only needs time to realize it for herself. She is not as impractical and flighty as Lydia."
Elizabeth nodded. "Please invite her to the picnic. Georgiana has asked after her frequently."
"We shall do that," said Mrs. Gardiner.
An awkward silence filled the room before Lady Catherine said, "A picnic! That shall incite my lumbago!"
"Then you are excuse from joining us, Aunt," Darcy said politely.
Lady Catherine considered such an option and frowned, not wanting to be excluded from such an outing. "I believe if I take my herbs I shall be fine. Shall we have a game of vingt-un until the Brightons arrive? They are late."
"No, Aunt," Georgiana said patiently as everyone gathered seats and sat about the card table. "They are not expected for another quarter of an hour."
"Silly girl! Why did you have the guests arrive at different times?" Lady Catherine said sharply.
"An Englishwoman's book on Deportment says that in a small gathering, if two different parties have been invited to a small, familial gathering, it is best if they arrive a few minutes apart, that each may have time to accustom themselves," replied Georgiana, who sat next to Elizabeth.
Lady Catherine sucked her teeth in disapproval as she dealt out the cards. Georgiana leaned over to whisper to Elizabeth. "They are late, Lizzie. Do you think something has happened?"
Elizabeth glanced to Darcy's aunt to be sure her attention was turned elsewhere. "I am sure they should not be much longer." She grinned. "You are a very good liar. Nowhere in that book does it mention such a thing."
Georgiana lifted her shoulders dismissively. "Aunt is very particular about punctuality. I would hate for her to disapprove of Henry before she even meets him," she murmured.
Elizabeth was about to reply when Lady Catherine looked up. "What are you two discussing?" she demanded. "I say Darcy, you would think they were born sisters as much as one talks about the other."
Darcy smiled. "It was my hope that this would be so." He looked from Elizabeth to Georgiana before he turned to the Gardiners. "How has your stay in Lambton been? Of course, you are always welcome to stay here."
"Our stay has been wonderful. The accommodations you found for us are very agreeable," replied Mr. Gardiner. "Your offer of hospitality is appreciated, but we are so often out that we would not want to disturb your peace."
Elizabeth looked up from her hand. "Well, you are always welcome."
"Thank you dear," said Mrs. Gardiner.
Only a few rounds had been played when Rensler appeared in the doorway. He cleared his throat and bowed. "Lord Brighton and Mrs. Brighton, have arrived."
Georgiana stood as she caught sight of the young man and his grandmother behind the butler. "Welcome, do come in. You are right on time," she said smoothly as Lord Brighton's lips parted to present his excuses for his tardiness. She went to Lord Brighton and he bowed over her hand. Their eyes met briefly and Georgiana blushed and glanced down. She moved on to graciously greet his grandmother.
Lord Brighton moved into the room as his grandmother took a seat which Rensler had drawn up for her. He politely greeted Darcy and Elizabeth before he went to Lady Catherine. He took her hand free of cards, bowed over it, and placed a gentle kiss upon it. "You must be Georgiana's aunt, Lady Catherine. She speaks very highly of you and your daughter, Anne," he said. Elizabeth was thoroughly impressed and from Darcy's expression so was he. The young man's voice was honestly and effortlessly flattering.
"I am glad to hear my niece thinks so greatly of me," replied Lady Catherine as she looked over the young man sternly.
Lord Brighton nodded and turned to the colonel. "You can only be Colonel Fitzwilliam, Georgiana's beloved cousin and guardian. She enjoys telling me of your many 'exploits' as a youth."
Colonel Fitzwilliam looked surprise as he rose to grip Lord Brighton's hand. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance after hearing so much about you," said the colonel jovially. "As her guardian I am sure you understand my duties to—,"
"James!" exclaimed Georgiana politely.
The colonel grinned and tossed a wink at his cousin as Lord Brighton laughed. Georgiana came forward to rest her hand upon Mr. Gardiner's chair. "And these are Mr. Edward Gardiner and his wife, Mrs. Marianne Gardiner. They are Elizabeth's relatives, though they are very dear to Darcy and me as well."
As the new additions to their party stretched their already large game beyond its limit, the party separated into two tables, Georgiana, Lord Brighton, Elizabeth, Colonel Fitzwilliam, and Mrs. Gardiner at one, while Lady Catherine, Darcy, Mr. Gardiner, and Mrs. Brighton continued the first game at the other. The company was quite agreeable of one another and the time passed quickly before Rensler entered to announce dinner.
The five course meal was splendid and the heat of the day was fading as the sun began sliding toward the earth, making the food all the more enjoyable. Her humor was frequently cheerful, until she caught sight of the empty chair in the corner, which was meant for Kitty. Elizabeth could not help but think about how her sister would have blushed and dropped her eyes over Colonel Fitzwilliam's teasing and flirtations, though she was secretly enjoying the attention. She would have laughed brightly at Lord Brighton's hilarious tale of how his friend came to hate horses and told the story of how she and Lydia adopted a puppy and then sold it a week later, due to certain "complications."
Elizabeth had never before realized how much she would miss her younger sister. It wasn't the same as missing Jane, though. Missing Kitty was as if her sister had suddenly fallen from existence.
"Mrs. Darcy?"
Elizabeth jerked back to attention, her eyes blinking rapidly as she looked about, not realizing that she had been daydreaming.
"I believe the heat has gotten to her," announced Lady Catherine. "It has been unbearably hot today. I nearly fainted after tea. Perhaps you ought to retire, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth crimsoned with embarrassment. "No, no I am fine. Thank you for your concern. I just," she cast about, feeling slightly disoriented. "I was simply daydreaming. Forgive me, Lord Brighton. What is it that you were saying?"
The young lord smiled kindly. "If you are unwell, Mrs. Darcy, we do not wish to prevent your recovery."
"No, I am quite finenow." She noticed that her aunt and uncle, as well as Darcy, were watching her carefully. Darcy would agree with Lady Catherine's assessment, but her aunt and uncle seemed to know exactly what was ailing her. She fixed a smile upon her face. "Do continue, Lord Brighton."
"I only asked how you enjoyed the dances in ---shire."
Elizabeth chuckled. "They were splendid. Loud and crowded, but wonderfully fun. It was at such a dance that I met Darcy."
"Did you dance?" asked Georgiana, before falling silent, embarrassed at being so forward.
Colonel Fitzwilliam laughed aloud. "You would be ashamed of your dear brother, if you only knew," he said.
"Indeed?" asked Mrs. Gardiner. "Did he dance every dance with her?"
Before the colonel could reply, Elizabeth said, "Any tale you tell, James, will only be overly exaggerated, bawdy, and completely unbelievable."
She had hoped to spare Darcy from his cousin's teasing, but she had only added fuel. "For once you are correct on one account, my dear Lizzie, my story shall be completely unbelievable, for not only did he not dance with you, he danced with no one!"
Elizabeth frowned and kicked the Colonel under the table, for he sat across from her. "Of course he danced with someone—Caroline Bingley. She would be very hurt and indignant to know that you consider her 'no one'."
He winced and withheld his next comment on Darcy. Elizabeth's husband smiled at her appreciatively.
"I apologize for such a display," said Georgiana, with a sly grin, to their guests. "But sometimes my cousin has trouble handling himself."
Darcy choked on his wine as Lady Catherine glanced sharply at her niece. Elizabeth made a display of patting Darcy's back to control the laughter that threatened to emerge from her.
"Come now, Georgiana. We must play fairly," said Elizabeth. "And Colonel, where are the gentlemanly manners that you displayed so well when I first met you at Rosings?"
"Play fairly!" cried the colonel. "It seems to be two on one!"
"If you recall there are guests," snapped Lady Catherine. Elizabeth, Darcy, Colonel Fitzwilliam, and Georgiana all reddened as apologies were mumbled. Her sharp gaze fell upon Elizabeth and a strange recollection rose into her mind. "Shall the shades of Pemberley be thus polluted," Lady Catherine had demanded the day she had come to prevent Elizabeth and Darcy's supposed engagement. Elizabeth's eyes fell as she felt the heat in her face quickly drain.
"Why do you inquire of dances in ---shire?" she asked politely.
"I have never been to one, and a friend recently described one to me. Georgiana recently told me that you had been to a few and I was wondering if they were as fun as he said."
"They offer none of the refined manners and customs of the private balls to which you are accustomed, but they have their country charm."
"Did you enjoy them, Mr. Darcy?" inquired the young man.
Darcy chuckled. "Not quite so much as my wife. I spent my first few regarding a beautiful young woman who had determined to hate me for the rest of her life."
"If I may ask, does she still hate you?"
Elizabeth's husband laughed outright this time. "I hope not! But you may ask her yourself."
"Ask her myself?"
Georgiana giggled. "According to Lizzie, my dear brother was so arrogant that he made Napoleon seem humble."
"That is quite an exaggeration," mumbled Elizabeth as everyone, except for Lady Catherine, laughed.
When the mirth had subsided, Colonel Fitzwilliam turned to the lord. "Lord Brighton is it? It is not in any way related to the town of Brighton?"
The young man grinned. "I have been asked that quite often. The town is actually named for one of my ancestors who revived the town many years ago as it fell into ruin."
"That is very impressive," said Colonel Fitzwilliam. "Almost as impressive as the tree that is named for Darcy."
Dinner continued on a light vein and eventually the dishes were cleared from the table and dessert was brought out. Elizabeth's eyes fell upon a raspberry tart. She had wanted raspberry tart for so long that several times, she had barely been able to restrain herself from asking the cook to make one.
Now she helped herself to a small slice, but the minute the sweet, berry taste brushed her tongue, she could not contain herself. She found herself taking piece after piece, even long after she was full. She knew she should stop, but it seemed as if she had wanted the tart for so long, craving its light, smooth, berry taste as it slipped down her throat. It was not until Darcy realized that she had nearly eaten the entire tart by herself that he motioned for one of the servants to remove it.
When Darcy suggested a game of cards, Elizabeth could hardly stand. Darcy helped her up with a slight look of disapproval, but she ignored it for she could already feel her regret for consuming so much tart. She leaned heavily upon him as he led the way to the parlor.
While the heat had made her dress feel pinched earlier, the extra helpings of dessert now caused the sensation return. She could hardly concentrate on the game for the weight of the food upon her stomach.
She played one solo upon the pianoforte and then a duet with Georgiana upon the harp. As Lady Catherine urged for more, Elizabeth declined and returned to sit quietly by Darcy. Her silence drew glances from her aunt and uncle, but this time, it was Darcy who knew exactly what was wrong.
While the rest of her guests were served wine, Elizabeth requested tea, hoping that it would settle her now churning stomach. She dearly wanted the evening to be over, so that she could climb into her bed and rest.
Lady Catherine seemed to think Elizabeth had recovered from her earlier state and returned to the role of a docile, welcoming hostess. The harsh glances that she had been receiving from Lady Catherine had faded into guarded approval. But Elizabeth would have traded her approval for a settle stomach.
She shifted in her seat, watching another game of vingt-un. Lady Catherine was expertly dealing out the cards. Darcy received a five, a ten, and an ace.
"Rensler," Elizabeth called to the man who stood in the corner. "Would you mind opening the windows? I believe there is a most delightful breeze this evening."
The butler did so immediately and the fresh air calmed Elizabeth's stomach slightly, at least enough that she could participate in the next round of vingt-un.
It was long after sunset when her aunt and uncle arose, apologizing for having to depart so early. "If we are to return tomorrow with the children, it is best that we take our leave, now," said her uncle, when Elizabeth extended the Darcys' hospitality.
"You may send one of the servants to tell Kitty to bring them tomorrow," suggested Darcy.
"No, we thank you for your offer but it is really best that we be leaving," insisted Mr. Gardiner.
Elizabeth excused herself from the rest of her guests to see her aunt and uncle to the door.
"We will do our best to bring Kitty tomorrow," said her aunt, when they were alone. "And Lizzie, do get some rest, you are rather pale. Have you had enough sleep? You have been eating well?"
"I am well, Aunt Mari," said Elizabeth, with an appreciative smile.
"Well take care of yourself. And get a good rest. The children are most eager to see you," said her uncle. "They are beside themselves for as long as they have had to wait to see you!"
Elizabeth laughed. "I shall enjoy seeing them."
"We shall be here at noon then," her aunt said, still peering at Elizabeth with concern.
"Noon, then," replied Elizabeth, embracing her aunt.
She waited with the Gardiners as a carriage was prepared for them. When it was prepared, she saw them off, watching as they disappeared down the drive. Elizabeth turned to enter the house and paused upon the stairs.
Her stomach shifted angrily and she sank to the step, clutching her middle.
"I suppose you shall not eat so much dessert next time?" a voice said behind her.
Elizabeth turned to see Darcy standing over her. "I could not help myself. For so long I have wanted raspberry tart, more than any other food in the world. I do not know why, but I have. And when it was served, it was as if I would never taste it again." He sat down beside her. "You left our guests?" she demanded, rising too fast. Her stomach lurched and she was forced to sit back down again.
"Georgiana is also a hostess. I am sure she shall manage until we return."
"Well why did you come out here? I already feel like a child who has eaten far too many sweets when she knew she should not," moaned Elizabeth.
Darcy chuckled and Elizabeth glared at him. He looked at her expression and laughed harder. "You once told me, that you dearly loved to laugh," he said.
"Yes, when I am feeling healthy," retorted Elizabeth, resting her head upon the rail.
Darcy sobered. "I can give your excuses and you can retire. I know you tire easily." Elizabeth glanced at him and he laid a hand on her wrist. "I know you detest being treated as an invalid, but Lizzie, if you are not well, you mustn't overexert yourself."
"Another hour or two," said Elizabeth as she slowly rose to her feet. Darcy took her elbow.
"I don't know why I agree to allow you to do this," said Darcy.
"It is because you love me so dearly and—,"
"I'm a fool," he finished with a grin.
Elizabeth laughed. "As you did not recognize my beauty when you first laid eyes upon me, I cannot deny such a statement."
Darcy arched an eyebrow. "And you say that I was more arrogant than Napoleon?"
"No," replied Elizabeth. "Georgiana said that."
He shook his head as he helped her back to the parlor.
When at last the Brightons rose to depart, Elizabeth saw them off and then bade good night to those who remained and retired for the evening. She climbed into her bed, not bothering to do more than remove the pins and pearls from her hair and don her nightgown. She laid there, her stomach moving unrestfully. She felt Darcy come to bed and she lay still as he gently eased the covers over himself.
Elizabeth could not sleep, for the discomfort in her stomach. Darcy's heavy breathing had long ago filled the room. She shifted and her stomach gave a jolt. It was not long before she realized that the jolt would not settle. Elizabeth scrambled from the bed and felt frantically under it for her chamber pot as her dinner rose rapidly.
She pulled it out just in time. Her dinner emptied into it quickly. Elizabeth thought she was quiet as she heaved, having practiced during the early weeks of her pregnancy. But footfalls jounced toward her on the floor and the pot was deftly replaced by basin. Cool fingers brushed her neck, holding her hair back as she heaved.
When she finished, another hand moved the basin from her and she leaned against Darcy, feeling drained.
"Are you better?" he asked.
"Much," she croaked. She cleared her throat and attempted to stand but she became lightheaded and had to return to the floor.
"I'll have this removed and get you some water, tea, and bread." Darcy went to a window and lifted it open before he left the room.
Elizabeth leaned against the bed. She should not have eaten so much raspberry tart. But as she thought about it, she recalled that she had felt slightly ill even before she had eaten the tarts. Was something that she ate spoiled? But no one else had appeared unwell. The breeze cooled her face and she realized that she had been sweating. Her nightgown was soaked. She rose slowly and fetched another nightgown. Returning to her seat by the bed, she sat down gradually, as to avoid dizziness. Elizabeth pulled off the wet nightgown and let the evening breeze cool her skin. Without her clothing, she could see the ever growing rise in her middle. She pulled on the fresh gown, glad for the air that muted the smell of her vomit.
It was a short while before Darcy returned with a bleary eyed servant girl. She removed the basin and pot to be cleaned. Another followed with a tray of tea, a small pitcher of water, four cups, and a few slices of bread. Darcy lit a few candles and waved the girl away, telling her to return to bed.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked, crouching by Elizabeth's side.
She nodded, but he slid his arms under her and picked her up. "I can walk." But she made no effort to get down.
"I know you can," replied Darcy as he set her down in a chair. He poured a cup of water and handed it to her. "Rinse." She took a sip and swirled it around, removing the disgusting taste from her mouth. She ejected the water into another cup and rinsed her mouth another two times.
Darcy poured them each a cup of tea and swirled Elizabeth's with honey, lemon, and a little bit of milk. Between sips, Elizabeth nibbled upon the bread and butter that Darcy had also brought.
"Thank you," she said, when she felt much better.
Darcy smiled. "It gave me a chance to take care of you without your protests."
Elizabeth chuckled as she traced the rim of her cup. "You may return to bed if you like," she murmured.
"That would be pleasant, but I would first like to know what is upon your mind."
"Kitty," Elizabeth said immediately. Her eyes flicked up but he did not return to their previous conversation of Kitty.
"What about her?"
"Darcy, I want to show her that I care about her. Something," Elizabeth searched for the word, "something tangible."
He nodded, resting his chin on his curled forefinger. "Lizzie, you have done so much for her. I believe she simply needs time to realize that. For now, though, I believe she needs someone to talk to. Not Georgiana, for I believe Kitty feels as if Georgiana is somehow better than she."
"Then who? Shall I send her back to Jane and Charles?"
Darcy shook his head and Elizabeth let him think. Finally, he grinned. "A kitten. You ought to get her a kitten or a puppy."
"A kitten or a puppy?"
Darcy nodded. "When my mother died, my father gave me a dog." He smiled, slightly embarrassed. "I told my dog everything and I could think when I talked to him. He could never reply out of anger, or tell me to grow up, or pretend that my mother was still there, or all the other things the adults told me when my mother died. He simply listened without judging. And that is what Kitty needs."
Elizabeth smiled. "Where shall I find a kitten or a puppy?"
"One of my tenants was just telling me of a litter of kittens that his cat gave birth to. Shall we ride over early in the morning to purchase one? Before the Gardiners arrive?"
Elizabeth's smile spread as she went to Darcy and embraced him. He held her tightly, stroking her hair. "When did you become so wise?" she murmured into his shoulder, half in jest.
"Wisdom is but not but sharing an experience that another has not had," replied Darcy, chuckling.
Elizabeth laughed. "I believe that is far too broad a definition of wisdom for that could make even a fool appear wise. I believe that not only is wisdom sharing an experience, but having learned from it and completely understood it."
"Then perhaps wisdom is nothing but an idea; perceived differently by each person. Wisdom to one is foolishness to another."
Elizabeth thought on this. "And therefore the perception of a fool would have to change and there need not be any fools in this world."
Darcy shook his head. "After a point, that would be described as ignorance is bliss. There are fools, and there are wise people, but the standards by which we judge them are human, and therefore flawed and biased."
"The fact that we judge wisdom and foolishness is the origin of their imperfection and thus everything we judge is imperfect."
He grinned. "Then shall you say that our justice system is imperfect?"
Elizabeth nodded. "Any system controlled by humans with feelings, motives, and pasts is flawed."
"So do you say that there cannot be a perfect world?"
She thought a moment. "No, there cannot be, not without the three things I afore mentioned. And without those, what is to distinguish us from one another? We will be as dolls, uniform and though in appearance real, in fact, only imitations of life."
"Indeed," said Darcy. "Well, my dearest, if we are to get an early start tomorrow, I believe we should turn in immediately."
"I am not so tired any more," replied Elizabeth.
Darcy chuckled. "You shall be very much so after the children arrive. It is my suggestion that you attempt to sleep."
Elizabeth smiled. "You sounded so much like my father just then."
Darcy stood and swept her up. "Then allow me to rephrase. I am tired and I would like to rest knowing that you are resting beside me."
Elizabeth placed a kiss upon his cheek. "That is better."
Darcy woke her early the next morning. Elizabeth dressed quickly, pulling on a pelisse over her dress as she hurried down the stairs. Recalling something, she hurried to the kitchen and asked for some old rags, a blanket, and a basket. Puzzled, Sally gave her the things she requested. By the time Elizabeth returned to the foyer, Darcy had already ordered the small carriage and he stood by it, waiting to help her in himself. When they were settled, he directed Lon and then turned to Elizabeth, pulling a bundle from underneath the seat.
"I knew you would forget breakfast in your excitement," he said with a smirk, as he held out an apple and some bread smeared liberally with butter and honey.
Elizabeth grinned as she took the proffered food. The apple was deliciously tart and the juice foamed in her mouth as she took each bite.
"How far is it?" she asked, half way through her apple. They were traveling along a fairly well traveled road, the cool of the morning drifting about them. The sun had not quite risen yet and its rays teased at the horizon as the moon held firmly to its place in the sky.
"A few kilometers," replied Darcy, taking a bite of his own apple.
As they passed through the town, they turned onto a side road. Elizabeth sat back in the seat and Darcy drew her to him. His warmth enveloped her and it was not long before she had dozed off.
By the time Elizabeth awoke, the sun had made its appearance and banished the moon. The dew was being lifted from the grass and the morning fog had been gathered up once more. They came to a field and Darcy motioned for Lon to halt.
"It is best if we walk from here," said Darcy, climbing out before Lon could get down. "Will you tell me if you tire, Lizzie?" Elizabeth arched an eyebrow and he chuckled. "It was foolish of me to ask." He turned to Lon. "If you will wait here for us."
Darcy helped Elizabeth down and she settled the basket upon her arm as they set out across the field. She felt enormously liberated from the constraints that Lady Catherine had imposed upon her of late. It had been a few weeks since she had been able to walk so far and so freely. The release made her laugh brightly and returned color to her paling cheeks as she pulled off her bonnet and set it carefully in the basket.
"Do you recall the morning that I arrived at Netherfield, my hem four inches deep in mud?" she asked her husband.
He laughed. "According to Caroline it was six."
"Then I shall trust her judgment for she would know such a thing," Elizabeth said in all seriousness before they burst out in laughter.
"If you recall the morning that you came to Netherfield, then you must remember the day you fell in the entry way," Darcy chuckled.
Elizabeth frowned. "My dear husband, you promised me not to tease me about that."
He grinned sheepishly and said no more on the subject. After a while, Elizabeth caught sight of the house tucked inconspicuously into a grove of trees. She returned her bonnet to her head and straightened her clothing.
Two children caught sight of them coming through the field and scampered into the house. When Elizabeth and Darcy emerged onto the packed dirt lane that passed before the house, a short, slim, middle aged woman had come out, four children trailing behind her.
"Good day, Mr. Darcy," she said with a curtsy. Her face was lined with worry as she attempted to greet Darcy cheerfully.
Darcy nodded in acknowledgement. "Good day, Mrs. Cole. This is my wife, Mrs. Darcy."
"Good morning, Mrs. Darcy," the woman said. "Would you care to come in? It is far more humble than what you are used to."
Elizabeth chuckled. "You may be surprised. I grew up in the country myself." She and Darcy followed the woman into a small, sparsely furnished parlor. Despite its lack of splendor, it was quaint and the seats which she offered them were comfortable.
"Would you care for tea?" asked Mrs. Cole.
"Thank you very much," said Darcy. Mrs. Cole sent one of the children to fetch some tea and another to bring their father. She then stood with the two remaining children.
"Is something wrong?" she asked nervously.
"No, not at all," replied Darcy. "I encountered your husband yesterday and he mentioned that your cat had birthed a litter of kittens. My wife would like to purchase one for her sister."
One of the children pressed forward, hugging her mother's legs. "Ma, she's not going to take one of Milkie's kittens away, is she? Because she can't—,"
"Hush," scolded Mrs. Cole.
The little girl began to whimper attempting not to cry.
"What is your name?" Elizabeth asked the little girl.
The girl scowled at her, but out of politeness she replied, "Kate."
Elizabeth smiled and beckoned to the child. Kate looked to her mother, who nodded, and shuffled forward. She had put her tiny thumb in her mouth to stop her tears, but she now removed it. "Kate, is your name short for Catherine perhaps?" The little girl nodded and Elizabeth continued. "My sister, the one for whom I wish to purchase a kitten, is named Catherine, as well. It is a pretty name." Kate's eyes widened but she made no reply. "My sister, we call her Kitty, has been very sad lately and I want to give her a wonderful present. Would you not agree that a kitten is a wonderful present?" Kate nodded. "Now, since you seem to love your cat so much and all her kittens, shall I make an agreement with you." The little girl nodded again. "Suppose, since you seem so attached, I offer you a quarter of the payment I am giving to your parents as well as a promise to return the kitten to you if my sister does not love her as much as you."
The little girl considered this. "Will she love the kitten?"
Elizabeth hesitated. "Yes, I believe she will," she admitted.
"Then I don't want the promise or the money," said Kate quietly. "You may just have the kitten."
"Do not be so rude," scolded Mrs. Cole. "I am ever so sorry for her lack of manners, Mrs. Darcy. I do not know what has gotten into her. Kate you are to beg your pardon immediately."
Elizabeth looked up and smiled. "She is honest and smart, Mrs. Cole. I take no offense to what she has to say," she said kindly. "Someone who shows such compassion to an animal can only be as compassionate toward those about her." Mrs. Cole returned her smile timidly and Elizabeth turned back to Kate.
"Now, since you love the kittens so, I cannot take one without payment. What do you say we could give her, Darcy?"
Darcy smiled. "Why I believe anything she should like, Lizzie. What would you like, Miss Cole?"
"Mr. Darcy, Mrs. Darcy, you are far too generous with her," protested Mrs. Cole.
Darcy laughed. "It is impossible to pay for love, Mrs. Cole, therefore, we shall do our best to do so."
Kate thought. "May my sister have a new dress?" she asked shyly. "Her's is terribly thin."
Elizabeth laughed. "Why of course! But Kate, it would please me if you asked for something for yourself."
"May I have a pony ride?"
Darcy smiled. "Shall we take one now, Miss Cole?"
The little girl's eyes lit up. "Right now? Mama, may I?"
Mrs. Cole sighed. "Of course, dear."
"We shall be right back, Mrs. Cole," said Darcy as he rose and took Kate's small hand in his own. They departed, Kate skipping along beside him as they crossed the path. Elizabeth found it quite amusing to see the once rigid Darcy striding along with a vivacious little girl to give her a pony ride.
Both the tea and Mr. Cole arrived at the same time. As one of the girls served them tea, Mrs. Cole explained to her husband where Kate had gone and how Elizabeth and Darcy had paid for the kitten.
"Then we cannot accept further payment," said Mr. Cole when his wife was finished.
Elizabeth smiled. "I would feel terrible if I did not offer you payment for the kitten."
Mr. Cole rose. "Very well, you may see the kittens and then we shall decide." He led her to the building that served as a barn and stable, where the doors were thrown open to allow the morning light to enter.
"They're up in the loft. I will bring them down so that you may view them," said Mr. Cole.
Elizabeth chuckled. "There is no need. I shall go with you."
He frowned but led her to a ladder and stood at the foot as she set her basket down and climbed. When he crawled into the loft behind her, she could not help but laugh at the expression upon his face.
"I climbed ladders often growing up," she explained. "Ladders and trees."
Mr. Cole appeared puzzled. "Pardon me for being forward, Mrs. Darcy, but ladies such as yourself rarely do such."
Elizabeth laughed once more. "I was not raised a lady. I was raised to marry a young man of a decent living."
The man nodded. "I hope that such fortune as yours befalls my daughters," was all he said in reply and to Elizabeth's relief, the subject fell away.
The cat and her kittens were sprawled on a blanket in a corner. The mother had milky white fur, the source of her name, with deep, blue eyes. Even as she lay, watching Elizabeth and Mr. Cole, Elizabeth could tell that she was a dainty creature. Despite her colour, only one of her kittens possessed the same colour as its mother. Elizabeth carefully pulled it away from Milkie. The cat raised her head in protest, but could not do much else.
"This one," said Elizabeth, cuddling the small, warm kitten to her chest.
Mr. Cole smiled. "Of course. She shall be a beautiful cat when she grows up."
Elizabeth nodded as she beheld the small thing that curled neatly into her hand. She and the man returned to the ladder and Mr. Cole climbed down with the kitten, secured in his hand. Elizabeth followed and picked up her basket. She carefully arranged the rags on the bottom and settled the kitten on them before drawing the blanket over it.
They returned to the house to await Darcy's return and Elizabeth found the company of the Coles to be quite entertaining. She had Mrs. Cole give her the measurements of Kate's younger sister, Martha. Their conversation was interrupted as the pounding of hooves announced the arrival of Darcy and Kate.
Everyone hurried out to watch as they came up the lane, Kate seated carefully before Darcy on the horse. She waved to her family as Darcy slowed the horse to a trot until it reached the house. He swung down and lifted the little girl from the horse.
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Darcy," she exclaimed to Darcy before scampering to her mother to relate her horse ride. She caught sight of Elizabeth who grasped the basket of the wriggling and mewing kitten. The excitement suddenly drained from her face as she crept to Elizabeth and lifted the blanket off the animal.
Kate's lip quivered as a few tears leaked down her cheek. "Are you sure that your sister will love her?"
Elizabeth took the little girl's hand in her own. "My promise still holds," she said.
Kate nodded and went to her mother, burying her little face in the folds of Mrs. Cole's skirt.
Darcy paid Mr. and Mrs. Cole, despite their protests and Elizabeth and Darcy set out, back across the field after bidding goodbye to each of the Coles. When they were out of hearing distance, Elizabeth leaned against Darcy, who was leading the horse, Prince, back to the carriage.
"I feel so badly, taking the kitten from Kate," she said.
Darcy sighed. "I do as well. She is wonderful little girl. If I had a daughter, I would want her to be so."
That brought a smile to Elizabeth's features. "From what the colonel tells me of your childhood, I would expect our daughter to be quite the opposite."
Darcy chuckled. "Then I hope she shall inherit more of you than me."
Elizabeth shook her head. "I do not think that would make her much better."
He laughed and wrapped his free arm about Elizabeth. "Then we shall simply have to be happy with our daughter, however she turns out."
They returned to Pemberley as the sun moved toward noon. Mrs. Reynolds took the kitten to the kitchen to feed it and sent Meredith up to assist Elizabeth in her preparations for the arrival of the Gardiners and Kitty.
Elizabeth joined Georgiana in the parlor to await the arrival of her family. Georgiana plucked happily at her harp, but paused when Elizabeth entered.
"Good morning, Lizzie," she said, her face aglow.
"Good morning, Georgiana. What has happened for you to be so bright this morning?"
"I could say the same for you, Lizzie. Where have you and Darcy been most of the morning? My aunt is fairly beside herself with curiosity."
"We went for a carriage ride," replied Elizabeth. "It was very refreshing."
The ends of Georgiana's lips turned upward. "You mean it was very refreshing in the sense that for a few hours, you were not being treated as an invalid."
Elizabeth arched an eyebrow. "However did you guess?"
The young woman smirked. "I do not know."
Elizabeth sank onto a sofa, fixing a fallen pillow. "You have found the answer to my glow. Now I beg to know yours."
Georgiana shook her head, a secretive smile upon her face. "You shall have to wait."
Elizabeth frowned. "Well that is not a fair answer. May I guess?"
Georgiana laughed. "You may try."
"Did Lord Brighton ask for your hand?"
Georgiana's bottom lip fell in a most unladylike manner. Her eyes widened as her fingers fell from her harp. "But, how did you know? He asked me—he hasn't even asked Darcy yet!"
Elizabeth laughed. "I did not hear him ask, but I do recall the silly smile I wore for several days after Darcy asked for my hand. Except that mine was much sillier than yours as I had long feared that Darcy had lost the feelings he once revealed to me. Congratulations, Georgiana!"
Elizabeth rose and knelt to embrace the young woman she had come to consider as a sister. As she sat back upon her heels, Georgiana smiled. "You have only told me that Darcy proposed to you twice. You never told me why."
Elizabeth reddened. "I believe that it is because it would mean to admit pride and prejudice on both our parts. As Colonel Fitzwilliam said last night, Darcy and I met at a country dance. He appeared, and sounded, aloof, proud, and contemptuous. After refusing to dance with me on the account of my lack of attractiveness, I vowed that I could never love such a man. It seemed as if Darcy only continued to prove my first impression of him. I had the misfortune of meeting Mr. Wickham, who gave me a very false account of his history with Darcy. Mr. Wickham's disposition being far more agreeable than Darcy's, I accepted his story for the truth. Then, Darcy separated my beloved Jane from Charles. Nothing before then had enraged me more."
"Then how did you ever come to love him?" asked Georgiana softly.
Elizabeth smiled. "Well, he proposed to me when I was visiting my cousin, Mr. Collins, and his wife Charlotte. I believe I gave him a harsh and unfair refusal. Both of us went away in anger and confusion. He left Rosings after the encounter, but left a most eloquent letter for me. In it, he explained everything I had accused him of and apologized for the misunderstandings and other things that had been expressed between us. Even still, I was not swayed. It was not until my aunt and uncle brought me to Pemberley and I met Mrs. Reynolds that my prejudice began to fade. Everywhere I went, it seemed, people could only praise Darcy. Then one day, I met him in these very gardens. He was very solicitous to my aunt and uncle and me. Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner began to realize, though I remained completely ignorant, that Darcy was still deeply in love with me. Every time they broached the subject, though, I shied away, unsure of my own feelings for your brother. I met you and you were nothing as I expected. I had heard that you were as arrogant as your brother, but I found that you were only intensely shy. I began to realize that perhaps the Darcy I had first met was similar. It was then that I received news that Lydia had eloped with Mr. Wickham. In my worry for her reputation, I did not comprehend that I was falling in love with Darcy. When my aunt wrote me of how Darcy had found Wickham and convinced him to marry Lydia, I was puzzled. I was further surprised when Charles returned to propose to Jane. I recognized that everything I had earlier accused Darcy of was wrong and I knew then that I had fallen in love with him. But I did not think he would ever propose again. Not after the terrible abuse I had given him, not after the way my family had treated him, not after the way I had humiliated him in my refusal, and especially, not after Lydia. When Lady Catherine came to prevent our marriage, I was confused and hurt until Darcy arrived the next day with Charles and asked me for my hand once more."
Georgiana stared at Elizabeth in amazement. "Why Lizzie, I had no idea," she murmured. "Darcy told me his story, but I always wondered what you had thought in all that time."
Elizabeth sighed and frowned. "I do not believe that I thought in all that time, to say the truth."
Georgiana smiled. "I am only glad that it ended as it did. I could never think of Darcy marrying anyone else."
Elizabeth returned Georgiana's smile. "Are you saying that I could have married another?" she teased. She was startled when Georgiana's smile faded. "What is wrong, Georgiana?"
The young woman exhaled heavily. "You must never tell anyone, but Darcy and my cousin did not speak for a few weeks because of you."
Elizabeth's eyes widened. "You do not mean, Colonel Fitzwilliam?"
Georgiana nodded. "My cousin was quite enamored of you when he met you at Rosings. He knew he could never marry you and I think it irked him that Darcy could, if he truly wanted to. Not only that but he thought Darcy was being—well, I shall not repeat the words he used, as you know, he can be quite ungentlemanly at times—but he thought Darcy was foolish to allow you to leave him. They exchanged heated, and jealous, words and both departed from Rosings in a huff."
Elizabeth absorbed what Georgiana had revealed. So Colonel Fitzwilliam had not been jesting when he spoke of marrying her. How had he felt, all this time, watching his cousin happily married to a young woman he had fancied? How did he feel, watching her carry his cousin's child? Finally, she said, "You said 'jealous words', what do you mean by that?"
"Darcy thought James was trying to win you from him and James simply thought that Darcy always got what he wanted and therefore never truly treasured anything."
Elizabeth's surprise was great at these revelations and she sat in silence for a few moments as Georgiana, not knowing any other way to diffuse the heavy situation, returned to her harp.
Their silence was interrupted by the cries of children. Elizabeth turned to see Sarah, Edward, and Nathan running toward her, to fall upon her in a heap of excited, noisy, exclamations, embraces, and kisses. She toppled to her rear beneath their excited greetings. Elizabeth pushed aside her thoughts on Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam as she greeted each of her young cousins, attempting to sort out their chatter. She watched as Leanne entered the room after her younger siblings, appearing dignified in all her twelve years. Mrs. Gardiner entered behind them.
"What is this?" she scolded, "Falling upon Lizzie like dogs? Get up immediately! Sarah and Edward, you ought to know better! Come here!"
Sarah and Edward rose, appearing embarrassed, both at being scolded in front of Georgiana and at their behavior. Nathan, following his brother and sister, rose and they moved on to politely greet Georgiana, who smiled at each of them.
Elizabeth was startled as she found it difficult to rise from the floor. Georgiana saw her difficulty and set aside her harp to help.
"Leanne, help Lizzie from the floor please," instructed Mrs. Gardiner.
Both Leanne and Georgiana helped Elizabeth rise to her feet. Elizabeth blushed. "Thank you. How are you, Leanne?"
Leanne smiled. "Very well, thank you."
"I see you have become quite the young lady," Elizabeth said with a grin.
Leanne blushed with pleasure as Darcy, Colonel Fitzwilliam, Mr. Gardiner, and Kitty appeared in the doorway. Elizabeth greeted her uncle and Kitty.
"Aunt said that she shall join us later," said Colonel Fitzwilliam. "She also ordered that Darcy and I be sure Elizabeth rode in the phaeton."
"It is not so far," said Elizabeth. "I do not believe I shall need the phaeton."
"Are you—," began Darcy. He smiled at the expression upon Elizabeth's face and finished, "Of course you do not. Shall we start out?"
He held out Elizabeth's basket and bonnet to her as she went to his side. "Is everyone ready?" she asked, looking about as she secured her bonnet upon her head. Kitty held Georgiana's bonnet out to her and the party set out, followed by several servants who bore their picnic baskets. Along the way they passed several groups touring the grounds. Elizabeth and Darcy stopped to greet each one, before they continued on their way.
It was not long before they reached a shaded spot in a small grove of trees that stood a little ways back from the lazy stream. A swing hung from the branches of one of the taller trees and immediately the children ran to it, taking turns pushing one another.
As the servants laid out the blankets, Elizabeth beckoned Kitty away from the group. They went a little ways off, further into the trees.
Kitty's eyes fell to the ground when they stopped.
"I—I know the past few months have been difficult for you," began Elizabeth, feeling strange talking to her sister, "and you feel that I am partially, or perhaps, the entire source of your unhappiness." Kitty looked up, but did not reply and Elizabeth stumbled on. "I bought this for you. I hope you like it." She held the basket out to Kitty who took it, curiosity lighting her face.
She pulled back the blanket to reveal the little kitten, which was sleeping on its bed of rags. Mrs. Reynolds had tied a beautiful blue and white ribbon about its neck. Kitty's lips parted and a small smile crossed her face as she lifted the kitten from the basket with one hand.
"Does it have a name?" she asked softly, as the kitten awoke and began to mew as it sniffed Kitty's hand.
Elizabeth smiled. "I wanted you to choose it."
Kitty watched the kitten for a few minutes. "Is it a girl or a boy?" she asked finally.
"A girl."
Kitty set the basket down and stroked the little kitten. "I may name her anything I like?"
Elizabeth nodded.
"May I wait to name her?"
"She is yours."
Kitty smiled as she cuddled the kitten and looked up at Elizabeth. "Thank you, Lizzie." She turned and walked away. Though she said very little else to Elizabeth that day, she only put the kitten down when she ate. When she allowed the children to push her on the swing, she only entrusted the kitten to Elizabeth.
After luncheon, Colonel Fitzwilliam and Mr. Gardiner went for a walk and the children, Kitty, Mrs. Gardiner, and Georgiana played a game of Hide-and-seek, Elizabeth sat by Darcy, gently stroking the kitten. "I think you were right, Darcy," murmured Elizabeth.
He smiled. "She will come around soon, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth smiled at him. "I know. Thank you, Darcy."
He looked about for spying eyes and seeing none, he placed a kiss upon Elizabeth's forehead. "Anything to make my dear wife happy. Shall we go to town tomorrow to order the dress for Martha?"
Elizabeth nodded. "I'd like to order Kate one too, with shoes, matching bonnets, and ribbons."
Darcy laughed. "Of course." They sat, listening to the children's laughter as they watched the stream drift past. Eventually Elizabeth rose and went to the swing. For a while, Sarah and Edward pushed her, but Colonel Fitzwilliam returned and insisted that it was his turn.
Elizabeth laughed as he pushed her higher and higher, and as her dress fluttered with each downward swing. He entertained her with anecdotes of different soldiers he had met during the war, jokes he had heard, and tall tales. Their fun was ended when Lady Catherine arrived and expressed her concern and disapproval at Elizabeth swinging in her condition.
Elizabeth, then, along with Georgiana and the children, convinced Darcy to join them in a game of Hide-and-seek. The afternoon passed in a relaxed manner and it was with much laughter that the party returned to Pemberley as the sun set and rain began to fall. Darcy and Elizabeth pressed the Gardiners to stay the night and Elizabeth helped Mrs. Gardiner dry the children and tuck each of them in.
Elizabeth found herself quite tired after such a late night and early morning and retired early for the evening. As she and Darcy entered, Rensler intercepted Elizabeth with a letter. She thanked him and she and Darcy continued to their chamber.
"Who is it from?" he inquired as they reached the top of the stairs. They nodded to Georgiana and Kitty, who had left her kitten to sleep with Leanne, as the two young women were returning downstairs.
She looked. "Jane."
Darcy chuckled. "Then I shall leave you to enjoy your letter."
"There is no need to do that," she said as they entered their chamber.
Darcy laughed. "So I should simply sit by as you ignore me for the next half hour?" Elizabeth did not reply as she readied for bed. Darcy shook his head. "I knew I should not have asked."
Elizabeth was about to reply as she drew on her nightgown, when they heard screaming. They looked at one another before Elizabeth bolted from the bedroom, followed by Darcy. She reached the stairs in time to watch Sarah tumble down the last few steps. Kitty and Georgiana were hurrying down the stairs after her as Lady Catherine, Mrs. Gardiner, Mr. Gardiner, and the colonel ran in from the parlor. Leanne stood at the top of the stairs, her face pale and horrified.
Georgiana and Kitty knelt beside Sarah's limp body as Elizabeth lifted her nightgown and flew down the stairs. Coming to Sarah's side, she dropped to the floor. She felt about for a pulse. It was a few moments before she found it. Mrs. Gardiner fell beside her. "Is she—," her aunt trailed off.
"She's alive," replied Elizabeth.
"Someone send for the doctor," ordered Lady Catherine. "And do not move the child."
Darcy brushed past Elizabeth, dropping her dressing gown beside her. "I am off," he said. "If she comes awake, keep her calm."
Elizabeth looked down at her small cousin. Her brown locks were tousled, her small face bruised and bleeding. Her arm and leg lay at a strange angle.
"What happened?" demanded Mrs. Gardiner.
"I don't know," replied Georgiana, her voice shaking. "She bolted past us toward the stairs, Leanne right after her, and the next we knew we heard Sarah cry out. When we came to the stairs she was tumbling down them."
"Rensler," snapped Lady Catherine, "do not just stand there gaping. Send for Mrs. Reynolds and a bowl of water and rag. There is no point in not wiping up the blood." The butler hurried off to do so.
Elizabeth looked up the stairs to see that Leanne had disappeared. "Someone ought to check on Leanne."
"I'll go," said Kitty, rising and hurrying up the stairs.
When Mrs. Reynolds arrived with the rag and bowl of water, Lady Catherine sent her away once more to prepare a separate room for Sarah, as she had been sharing one with Leanne. Mrs. Reynolds hurried off as Mrs. Gardiner dipped the rag into the water and began to wipe away Sarah's blood.
It was a long while before Kitty returned. She hurried down the stairs, her dress held high above her ankles.
"What is it?" asked Elizabeth as she looked up from where she knelt beside Sarah.
"Leanne," gasped Kitty. "She's gone."
Elizabeth tried to rise but met with the same difficulty she had faced earlier. "Did you check the boys' room?" she demanded.
"Everywhere," Kitty sobbed. "She is not upstairs, nor on the third floor. I even checked the attic. She was nowhere to be found."
"I'll search the first floor," said Elizabeth.
"You shall do no such thing," snapped Lady Catherine. "You are already too overwhelmed in your condition. Kitty, Georgiana, James, search the first floor."
The three she ordered set out to find Leanne but returned a short while later, their faces showing defeat.
"She is nowhere in the house," said Colonel Fitzwilliam.
"Well, where could she be?" demanded Mr. Gardiner, bewildered.
Elizabeth gasped as realization came to each of them.
"But she wouldn't be that foolish, would she?" said Mrs. Gardiner.
No one knew how to answer, not even Lady Catherine.
"I'll organize a search party," the colonel said grimly.
"We'll come," said Kitty, indicating herself and Georgiana.
"And I," added Mr. Gardiner.
Lady Catherine opened her mouth to protest but Elizabeth spoke up. "Lady Catherine, will you sit with the boys, in case they have awakened."
The woman drew herself up but as she watched Elizabeth attempt to arise once more, she conceded and proceeded up the stairs.
Elizabeth looked down at Sarah once more, as she picked up her dressing gown and drew it over herself. How long would this night be?