I do not own Divergent or Pride and Prejudice. Credit goes to Veronica Roth and Jane Austen.
Beatrice decided to go with her family over to Black Lodge the following evening. Aunt Victoria encouraged that she should go. They were to be leaving soon and this would be best for her to see everyone else in town before she departed.
It was not long until Mr. Wickham found his way over to where Beatrice sat with Lynn and her Aunt Victoria. Lynn excused herself to dance with one of the soldiers who had come there.
"There is one lady that I should be very loathe to part from," Eric told Beatrice looking at her with gentleness in his eyes.
"Well," Beatrice smiled. "We must endure it the best we can. You'll be traveling to Brighton while I will be touring the Lake country. We should have ample amount of things to keep ourselves preoccupied so as not to dwell on our," Beatrice paused as her mischievous character coming into light. "Misfortunes," she stated as her smile widened knowing now that it was Wickham himself who was the cause of his own calamities.
"I hear from Miss Lynn that you two had a marvelous time visiting Mrs. Alan," Eric stated.
"Yes we did," Beatrice answered.
"Was Lady Evelyn properly behaved," teased Mr. Wickham.
Beatrice would have joined in on the amusing conversation, yet she did not feel like joining Mr. Wickham in conversation anymore than necessary.
"She was as can be expected," Beatrice answered simply.
Mr. Wickham paused in his chuckles and cleared his throat. He studied Beatrice for a while and then glanced over at her Aunt Victoria, wondering if her presence was the reason why Beatrice did not seem comfortable with him. Victoria nodded towards Mr. Wickham and got up to leave. Beatrice cast a wicked glance at her Aunt, for her Aunt had promised to not leave her side.
"Lynn said that you folks also dined with Mr. Eaton during your stay," Eric said. Beatrice turned her attention back to him. This was probably an attempt to get information out of her.
"We did. He was a guest of Lady Evelyn's while we were there. He had with him Colonel Uriah. Are you at all familiar with the Colonel," Beatrice asked.
Mr. Wickham smiled. "Yes I am. He is a very gentlemanly man. How did you like him?"
"I liked him very much," Beatrice answered.
"His behavior is different to that of his cousin's, Mr. Eaton, don't you think," Mr. Wickham tried once more to see if Beatrice could feel at ease with him.
"Yes, very different," smiled Beatrice. "However, Mr. Eaton is a gentlemanly fellow as well."
"Oh? Has he received a touch of civility in his manners," Eric teased.
"No. I believe he has and possibly always has been the same in his manners," Beatrice commented. "I am not saying that his demeanor in civility has changed for the better. Rather my knowing him better has changed my high opinion of him."
"I see," Mr. Wickham's smile turned into a slight frown. Before he could obtain what had changed Beatrice's opinion of Mr. Eaton, Lauren quickly called him away.
"Eric," Lauren shouted. "Come here and play cards with us," she pulled his arm.
"At your service Miss Lauren," he said to her, turning to bow at Beatrice.
"Yes," Beatrice said to herself once he was gone. "Go, go away from here. For I would not wish you back," she finished. Beatrice had concluded that she was never so wrong in her life to trust him so quickly. She had been caught up in his handsome appearance and smooth words that she had forgot her own sensibility. She resolved that she hardly knew herself in that moment to have trusted someone so inexplicably as she did Mr. Eric Wickham.
The following day when her Aunt Victoria was gathering their things to depart Abnegation, she pulled Beatrice on the side.
"That was rather cold behavior you had last night?"
"Let us just say that I shall be happy to journey somewhere where there will be no militia and I can enjoy all the beauty that nature has to offer," Beatrice replied to her Aunt.
Lauren was the first to leave the house. She excitedly skipped over to the carriage that had come for her and waved at her sisters. "If I find any eligible beau for Shauna or Beatrice, I'll send you folks word via express. Oh," she groaned as she fell on the first step of the carriage. "Clumsy me, if I should fall and break my neck."
"I wish you would," pouted Christina who still wanted to go and dreaded being stuck at home during the Summer.
Lauren waved away as the carriage disappeared. Shauna and Beatrice waving to her as well as Christina just crossed her arms and whined in the background.
Within a couple hours it was time for Beatrice to leave as well. The carriage had just arrived, but her Aunt and Uncle were nowhere in sight. It was then that she knocked on a small room that was given to her Aunt and Uncle to write their letters or conduct business in, that is where she found them.
"Oh Tris," Aunt Victoria responded. "I'm afraid we have some grievous news."
"Not too grievous I hope," Uncle Arman responded. "I just received notice that my business won't allow us to visit all of the Lake County. We should have to be content with staying near the Pier and the Hillside."
"Hillside is still splendid country," Beatrice remarked. "Besides I am glad to just be leaving this place."
"Jolly good," Uncle Arman said putting his papers aside and then walking out to inform his attendant that they would be leaving soon.
It wasn't long after that that they did eventually depart from the Prior's home. The journey was splendid and Beatrice thrived in being out of Abnegation once more. She felt confined by the constant nerves of her mother and childish antics of her younger sisters.
They had stopped through the roadway right outside Pier village when they came across some beautiful countryside. Beatrice immediately jumped out of the carriage and started to run joyously through the tall grass in the hills. She came across and tall peak and spread her arms out wide.
"Beautiful," she whispered as a light breeze through around her.
"Beatrice be careful," her Aunt warned. "How could I face your father if you were to take a fall?"
When Beatrice finally finished her moment out in the sun, they made their way towards the Inn at where they would be staying. Dinner was delightful and Beatrice loved the small town and it's pretty landscape that surrounded it.
"I don't think I'd mind living here for the rest of my life," Beatrice smiled as they ate. "This is such beautiful country."
"Of course it is," Victoria replied. "I grew up here, so I cannot argue with that."
"There is something that your Aunt and I were hoping to see," Uncle Arman spoke.
Victoria reached over for her husband's hand and smiled at him. "What do you say to visiting Dauntless?"
