Ch 36: Parcels

Fitzwilliam Darcy sighed in relief as he finished the last word in reply to the latest message from his steward. He did not mind Mr. Hendrick's request for a few days leave so as to visit his wife's family. Indeed, Darcy found himself only too happy to grant such a request, particularly as Hendricks has proven himself a most capable steward during the Master of Pemberley's many travels in the past year. Nonetheless, Darcy also readily admitted to feeling no small amount of jealousy that Hendricks could spend the year's end at his wife's side. Touching his breast pocket, in which the handkerchief from Elizabeth lay, Darcy smiled in a self-depreciating manner at just how easily he found himself distracted with thoughts of his beloved. Looking around his study, he could not help but remember the day when she had gently but firmly demanded that he stop his relentless self-incrimination at George's fate. He could still hear the tenderness in her voice as she called him by name. Glancing down at the latest letter from her, he felt his smile widen at the manners of her address. 'Sweet William' she had written and Darcy found that he was sorely tempted to give her leave to call him such when next they met, if only to hear her voice give rise to such an intimate appellation and see the blush in her cheeks at such a daring breach in propriety.

A knock on the door disrupted his musings as Georgiana's figure slid into view. Seeing the expression on her brother's face, Georgiana chuckled slightly, "Ah, Brother, I believe I have caught you once again thinking of Lizzie."

Darcy nodded, unashamed at having been found out.

"She would quite proud of you, methinks, for not reacting to my teasings."

Darcy laughed at such a comment from his sister, "Indeed. I find her advice to practice to be most sound in more ways than one. Now, then, Georgie, what errand brought you to my study?"

Georgiana smiled mischievously, "Oh nothing, Brother, I only wished to share news that we have received a parcel of sorts. I have no inkling of its contents but I rather thought that you would like to open it with me, particularly as it is addressed from Hertfordshire!"

At such words, Darcy quickly drew himself to his full height and, with a laughing Georgiana as his guide, hastened to discover the location of this mysterious package.

Brother and sister gathered in their cozy corner of the music room as they slowly dismantled the layers of ribbons, fabric, and oilcloth that hid the contents from view. Using his pocket-knife, Darcy carefully pried open the small wooden crate to reveal a regular bounty of gifts. Each Bennet sister had decided to add a little something for Georgiana. Jane sent a new reticule, embroideries of musical notes running through the smooth white silk. As she studied it carefully, Georgiana gave an excited gasp that it was the notes for 'Ode to Joy.' Elizabeth had sent a bottle of clear liquid that, when Georgiana opened it for a whiff, smelled of the wildflowers that she had helped the Bennet sisters gather over the summer. Mary sent a new song as well as a carefully knitted shawl. As she searched for the one from Kitty, Georgiana found herself catching her breath at the wistful look on her brother's face. For Darcy had a booklet open in front of him, drinking in the sight of the happy face that smiled at him from the scene that Kitty had skillfully captured with her drawing pencil. Elizabeth was depicted with her head turned, as though to say something to an unseen audience positioned behind her. Her hair was tousled by an unseen wind and her hands, firmly grasping a basket holding various goods no doubt intended for her tenants, were positioned so as to make the ring she bore on her finger most obvious to the viewer. Though the picture was lacking in color, the playful expression on Elizabeth's face and the twinkle in her eye was ever present.

Settling down her presents, Georgiana moved to sit by her brother. "'Tis a remarkable likeness."

Darcy could only nod his assent.

Gently, Georgiana turned the page to another scene, this one of young Tommy and Darcy in the gardens at Netherfield, their waistcoats flung aside as they practiced fencing moves with tree branches held in their hands. Tommy's face was one of youthful concentration while Darcy's had a proud smile hovering around his lips at the growing skill of his pupil. Another turn showed Georgiana and Mary huddled at the old pianoforte in Longbourn, their backs were to the viewer but one could see from the bent of their heads that they were deep in discussion over a new song. Yet another drawing showed their merry party atop Oakham Mount. The gentlemen could be spied in the valley below, fishing rods in their hands while the ladies chatted in the shade of the great oak tree. Still other pages of memories awaited for the Darcy siblings' discovery.

Pulling the booklet away from her brother, Georgiana said, "I know you miss her, Brother, but she would not want you so consumed by melancholy. We are yet celebrating the first snowfall! I for one am astounded by Kitty's skill (would that I could draw as well!) and am quite thankful for her thoughtful gift."

Darcy turned to his sister gratefully, "Thank you Georgie. Forgive me my brooding. You are of course correct. Yuletide is a time for reflection and for family, and you, darling sister, are the dearest family I have."

Georgiana nodded and made to gather the various objects back into the box, glad at her brother's return to equilibrium, when she suddenly paused. "Oh! It appears we have forgotten something!" Drawing the object out from the straws that had been in the box, she exclaimed, "Why, I do believe 'tis a pillow! A rather old and well-loved one, I daresay, if the fraying edges are any indication."

Darcy turned to the object in her hand and felt laughter bubble up through him, "Ah dear Elizabeth, of course you would not miss a chance to tease me!"

Taking the rather abused pillow from his sister, Darcy remarked as he traced the faded letters, "I hope you recall, Georgie, that I met Miss Elizabeth first in her uncle's book shop. Sadly, I was not able to gain her name until supper at the Gardiners' that very night. After a spirited discussion, she gave me leave to protect a certain window-seat and the pillow that lay upon it. I suppose, as it has been many months since I have been to London, that she did not wish my charge to feel neglected."

Georgiana smiled as well, "And it is so like her to send you a gift that is at once precious and amusing. Though I do wonder what possessed our friends to send a parcel such as this?"

Darcy reluctantly laid aside the precious pillow. "Was there no accompanying note?"

A slight frown creased between Georgiana's eyes before she discovered the letter that she had so carelessly flung aside in her excitement at finding the various objects in the box of wonders. Blushing slightly at her haste in her child-like exuberance, Georgiana sheepishly handed the papers to her Brother.

Darcy only smiled in indulgence, the corners of his eyes softening further at the uneven script of the letter as he read it out loud:

Mr. Darcy of Pemberley in Derbyshire

Dear Sir,

I hope this letter finds you and your sister quite well. I am please to say that my family is quite well. Indeed, my eldest sister has been most insistent that I practice my penmanship, as befitting a young gentleman. And so I have, under my sisters' most obliging attentions, become the scribe for this letter.

But I can only be honest and say that I find the proper way of address from one gentleman to another to be quite tedious (is that not a great word?! I am proud to have learned it this week!), so I think I will just write as I wish. Of course, when I said as much out loud (a mistake), Jane just shook her head at me. But Lizzie laughed and ruffled my hair (even though I suppose I might be too old for such a thing now, I am after all no longer seven but eight!), and I do so love to hear Lizzie laugh. And I think that since you are to take her away from us soon, I shall make her laugh as often as I can.

There, now Papa has given me a frown. I do not like to make him so worried looking. I think he is afraid that when I become Master of Longbourn, I shall burn it to the ground by mistake. As though I learned nothing from Lizzie's teachings! Well, I suppose I had better get back to the proper matter for this letter.

Mr. Darcy and Miss Darcy (though why can I not call her Georgie? She did not mind at all during the summer?)…..(here was a space in the letter, that Darcy imagined to be the gap in which Mr. Bennet scolded his young son, for the next portion was quite lacking of Tommy's side comments and written in penmanship that was much more careful in its strokes.)

Mr. Darcy and Miss Darcy, I hope you will accept this humble package from Longbourn. My sisters have been most kind in granting gifts to me this season, for I know the Yuletide to be a time for prayer and contemplation and not selfish material considerations. But I thought it most egregious that one must be a child to reap the joy of presents and as my sisters often tells me that the joy is more in the giving than the receiving, I thought it most marvelous to share such simple joys with our friends who are no longer in Hertfordshire. Along with small items for Miss Darcy from my sisters, I hope you will find two rather special objects as well. Lizzie of course would tell no one of the significance of the pillow she had our esteemed relatives, the Gardiners, send to her from London, but I think anything that can make her eyes sparkle so must be a joke at your expensive, Mr. Darcy. And as I have been told that it would not do for brothers to be so peaceful at all times by Colonel Fitzwilliam, I suppose I can take pleasure in such a fact. My favorite, indecorous though it must be to choose a favorite among the handiwork of my sisters, for they all poured much care and thought into their gifts, is the one from my sister Kitty. She has made such a booklet for each of our new friends in commemoration of the happy times we have had. I hope it, and our fondest wishes to you during this season, will bring you good cheer as we pass from the old year into the new.

Your friend,

Mr. Thomas Bennet of Longbourn

Tommy Bennet

Georgiana chuckled both in response to the letter itself and to the last two images she came upon as she examined the later pages of Kitty's book. "I can easily imagine the scene young Tommy must have created in his demands to send us this package. See how he frowns at the page with Mr. Bennet looking so closely over his shoulder. And here, see the look of triumph as he scratched out his proper name and signed the letter in his chosen fashion."

Darcy glanced at the opposing drawings and could not help but say in as close an estimation of young Tommy Bennet's voice as he could, "But Papa! You are Mr. Thomas Bennet of Longbourn! What if Mr. Darcy were to become confused as to the writer of this important letter?!"

Georgiana's eyes widened in shock a moment at such a fitting approximation of the young boy's expressions before allowing her giggles to claim her. When she had managed to reclaim her breath, she commented, "As though we could really mistake the author of such a note! Though, Brother, it was ever so thoughtful of young Tommy to galvanize his family in such a manner. I feel quite obliged to send our friends something in return, if only to show our appreciation of their thoughtful parcel."

Darcy nodded and said in his usual voice, "Indeed, I find I must agree with you. Perhaps we may send them some of Pemberley's finest wines? We Master's of Pemberley have built quite the extensive collection over the years."

Georgiana nodded but added thoughtfully, "I suppose. I do believe Mr. Bennet might appreciate such a gesture. But I fear our gift will not appear as considerate as the ones we have received."

"Then why do we not carry forward their thoughtfulness? I have ever relied on my steward to keep me informed of the needs of my tenants and their families, particularly during this time as the chill in the wind nips at the bones, and have made arrangements to have supplies sent accordingly. What say you, Georgie, to accompanying me on some more personal visits this year? As young Tommy reminds us, the joy is in the giving more than the receiving."

"Oh! What a marvelous plan! I see that Miss Elizabeth has indeed done wonders for your disposition, Brother. Though I am certain no one can doubt your dedication to all who would make Pemberley home, I fear that your presence in society might have misled some to call you haughty or even proud."

Taken aback at such a remark, particularly from his usually mild-manner sister, Darcy could only say, "I had not thought that my behavior could be misconstrued as such…Why did you never remark upon it?"

Georgiana sighed, "I suppose…I suppose I never gave it much thought, for certainly I understood what you were like within the privacy of your own home. And certainly those who would examine your actions could find little fault in your role as a proper gentleman or a thoughtful Master. 'Tis only, while I was in London with Aunt Matlock, I heard no small number of comments when other young ladies thought I was not present that remarked on the good fortunes of she who would become Mrs. Darcy no matter that she would be in want of a husband who is more than indifferent."

Startled both at the contents of his sister's reply and the serene manner in which she offered such an explanation, Darcy could only shake his head, "I did not wish for you to become so disillusioned as to the goodness of others, dear sister."

To his further astonishment, Georgiana only laughed. "You can have no fear of that, brother, not whilst we are to become family with the Bennet's. They have shown me the meaning of true friendship. And you have become quite altered under Lizzie's influence…truly, Brother. Your inner kindness and dedication to your tasks shows more now through the severity of your public visage. Indeed, I fear that should we ever to London again, the Ton may very well confuse you for a newcomer!"

"Has the change really been so great?"

"Perhaps I do exaggerated, but certainly your discomfort when not in the company of family has lessened somewhat. Even you must admit to it."

Darcy nodded, "Aye, that I do. But so must I admit to a change in you as well, dear sister."

At her inquisitive look, Darcy smiled, if a bit sadly. "I once asked you, whence went the shy little girl I used to know to be replaced by the kind, confident young lady I see before me. The events of this past year have only born out this transformation. Loathe though I am to admit to it, you have truly grown up, and I fear the day on which I must give your hand to one who truly deserves you."

Georgiana reached across the space between them and squeezed her brother's hand as she was wont to do, "And I fear you are brooding once more. I truly look forward to Lizzie's presence at Pemberley, if only to keep you from retreating into your thoughts when confronted with matters that cause you discomfort. As I informed our Aunt, I do not feel the need to rush my entry into society. I do so wish to enjoy the pleasures of having a doting Brother and Sister and a simple life in the country. Despite what growth you have observed, I fear I am still very much a girl who only wishes to languish in the protective happiness of her home."

Kissing his sister's brow, Darcy remarked resolutely, "Glad I am to hear of it. Very well, I think when we present such a united front on the matter, our Aunt can only give in to our wishes."

The next week found many tenants staring wide eyed as they waved off the Darcy siblings while clutching at the various blankets, woolen mittens, and even small toys or candies for the children. Their astonishment lay not so much in the care they received from their Master, for all knew quite well that Mr. Darcy was one who planned well so that his tenants could be comfortable. Nay, their surprise was at the gentle manners of the man who had a kind smile on his face and a merry sparkle in his eyes. Why, that he should personally help with the repairs to old Mr. Thompson's roof was almost unheard of even based on the generosities of Darcy's past. His answer to one small child who dared voice the question of 'Why?' thus quickly spread like wildfire through the village, for Mr. Darcy had replied, "You must thank the future Mrs. Darcy, for her generous spirit is quite catching. May the Lord bless you and your family, little one." Many tankards, filled to the brim with fine beer sent by the Master of Pemberley himself, were raised that evening in the Tenants' Hall to the health and happiness of the new Mistress and great was the celebration for their Master to find such a jewel.

The Darcy themselves found that young Tommy Bennet's words rang true, for neither had ever felt so warm in such a cold winter season. Together, they had stood underneath their parents' portraits, sending prayers to the heavens to thank the Lord for their blessings and to seek His guidance for the coming year.

As for the small crate of parcels that had set these events into motion, Georgiana soon discovered that Kitty's notebook was ever placed within easy reach in a certain corner of the library where Elizabeth had sat during her visit and her brother had taken to frequenting. All but one picture remained intact in the tight bindings, but Georgiana did not begrudge her Brother his small act of thievery, not when having the drawing in his possession made for a slight improvement in his undercurrent of melancholy. As for Darcy, he found himself, perhaps for the first time since he was a little boy impatient for sunny days when he could once again race outdoors, wishing that the winter could pass faster so that he might leave Pemberley to be at the side of his beloved. Though Pemberley would ever be thought of with fondness on his part, he felt quite certain that home had come to have a new sort of meaning. Nonetheless, he did what he could to immerse himself in the quiet days with Georgiana, treasuring the quiet evenings by the fire as the siblings chatted over inconsequential things or even just sat in contemplative silence. He knew in his heart that such days would come to an end earlier than he truly wished.

Not a fortnight passed after the first parcel, when Mr. Darcy found himself receiving yet another surprising gift. He stared a moment in shock at the brevity of the accompanying note before abandoning his study in search of his sister to share the news. Had there been any servants about to hear him, surely they would have stared at his mutterings of, "My dear Elizabeth, what have you wrought?"

At his entrance into the private sitting room, Georgiana paused in her attempts at applying some of the drawing lessons she had gained from Kitty. "Brother, what is the matter? You have the most peculiar expression."

Darcy sat down across from her and said in a quizzical manner, "Do you recall when Miss Elizabeth shared with us the news that Aunt Catherine has taken on a companion?"

Georgiana nodded, "Why yes. Miss Charlotte Lucas, I believe?"

"Then you must recall our speculations that Aunt Catherine was playing match-maker?"

Again, Georgiana nodded, "Yes…but…surely, you cannot mean to say that we were correct?!"

At such a reply, Darcy laughed, "I can hardly believe it myself, but for this letter from my good friend, the Lord Ashbury. It appears our presence has been requested in Hertfordshire in the coming Spring, when the planting draws to a close, for the wedding celebration of Lord Andrew Ashbury and Miss Charlotte Lucas! Indeed, it seems I am to stand with my good friend on his happy day."

"Oh, but I can hardly lead credence to such a thing…Are you quite certain that Aunt Catherine did indeed play a role in such a romance? For I imagine romance must certainly be a part of the tale…Did you not say the Lord Ashbury was quite traditional? And yet…that he should find a wife in Miss Lucas who, though in possession of great intelligence, does indeed come without much connections or fortune despite her father's knighthood."

"I must admit to being quite as astonished as you, Georgie. But my friend clearly writes that he finds his circumstances quite satisfactory and that he must thank Miss Elizabeth for his happiness. In the few lines he sent, he made room to congratulate me on finding such a 'paragon of good friendship and fearless determination.' High praise indeed from my usually taciturn friend."

Georgiana's eyes widened at such words, "Lizzie? I own that I now find your news much more credible with the knowledge that Lizzie played a role. Oh, I must ask her in our next correspondence for certainly she made no mention of any such plot in her previous one."

Darcy just shook his head, "I suppose I must make such an inquiry as well, particularly as she has won me a pretty shilling." At Georgiana's curious look, he explained, "The words I spoke to you were indeed true, for my friend Andrew has ever discounted my notion to marry for affection. No, he was quite adamant that though he hoped to respect his life's partner, he truly did not believe that romance must play a role in the wooing of his bride. Of course, foolish youths that we were (and I suppose the glasses of wine we imbibed did much to cloud our judgement), we made a bet that should he marry for love, then he must compensate me for my foresight and wisdom. Though we initially discussed the possibility of some portion of the land of Willowmere, I am glad that we settled upon the lump sum of a simple shilling. I am surprised that he remembered such an agreement, long ago as we had made it. But I suppose its presence along with this letter reassures me of the truth of the matter more than any further explanations he might have written."

Georgiana chuckled at the image of her Brother making such a bet with his friend, "I cannot imagine you to be so irresponsible as to make such a bet or any bets at all, but perhaps the fact that you settled upon a shilling over Lord Ashbury's land as the item for exchange is to be commended. I suppose we can only hope that Miss Elizabeth will answer our inquiries, otherwise we might be forced to wait until the Spring to see the truth of the matter for ourselves." Picking up her pencil and turning to her drawing once more, she did not see the look on Darcy's face at her next absent-minded remark, "I suppose I can also be glad that you did not make such an arrangement with regards to the order in which you would marry, for I might have found myself no longer able to call a portion of our land our home."

So it was that when Darcy spoke, Georgiana almost dropped her pencil in surprise, "Do you truly wish for Miss Elizabeth to become your sister so soon?"

Studying her brother carefully, Georgiana replied, "Not as soon as I believe you hope to call her Mrs. Darcy."

Darcy smiled wryly, "Indeed. But Miss Elizabeth and I are agreed that we must wait until Mr. Bennet feels quite at ease in his role as the proper Master of Longbourn once more. And as Miss Elizabeth knows her father more thoroughly than I ever could, I fear I find myself at her mercies for the exact timing of our union."

"My poor brother, to have such a large decision outside your powers of control. By this one action, I am convinced of your care for Lizzie. You would not so humble yourself for many."

"In truth, I find that Miss Elizabeth has a power over me that I had little expected to feel. I never expected to feel such emptiness without her presence at my side."

Georgiana considered her brother for a moment before making her next inquiry. "Do you think Papa felt such towards Mother? I have often thought that he did, particularly in the way he has sought out her portrait in years past. I suppose observing him act thus has influence my own tendency to find some measure of peace in the Portrait Gallery."

Darcy sighed, "Yes, I do believe he did. I wish they could be here to meet her and share in our happiness."

"They are, in their own way. Was it not you who told me that those we love are never truly parted from us? Now, Brother, you have disrupted my drawing for enough time, and I am certain you have other tasks on which you must focus. So, please, cease your ponderings and distract yourself with industry."

Giving his sister a soft kiss on her forehead, Darcy left with a smile to attend to the pile of papers that did indeed need his review.

Mr. Charles Bingley studied the rather thick packet of documents that had accompanied a letter from Colonel Fitzwilliam in great puzzlement before a slow smile of wonder began to spread across his face. Such was his excitement that he immediately dashed a note to the Gardiners to beg forgiveness for his absence at supper that evening to be sent by one of the servants while he himself startled his valet in his request for a quick packing of items for a short trip to the country. He quickly made his way to his solicitor's office after signing the tedious but necessary paperwork.

And so it was that a very much startled Miss Jane Bennet found her suitor on the doorsteps of Longbourn with no forewarning of his arrival. Mrs. Hill, at Bingley's behest, had only told her Mistress that a parcel of sorts had arrived upon the doorsteps and necessitated her inspection. Her amazement only grew when, with an excited voice, Mr. Bingley pressed a ring of keys into her hands and asked, "Miss Bennet! How would you care to be the new Mistress of Netherfield?!"

Stunned by such an abrupt event, Jane gathered her wits enough to murmur a quiet greeting and request that Mr. Bingley remove himself from the chill of the outdoors and into the warmth of the parlor. Bingley, realizing the suddenness of his arrival, smiled slightly in apology and followed her figure into the cheery atmosphere within Longbourn. As Jane made to sit down, however, he found himself growing impatient as he had not been for many years, certainly not since shouldering the duties of the Bingley business and expanding its interests into an empire. He seemed not aware of his own actions as he knelt on the ground before her, clutched her hands in his, and gazed beseechingly into her startled eyes.

Beholding her sweet countenance, he could only say, "Please Miss Bennet….no, my dear Jane, I can wait no longer. Long have I wished to have a home, with you at my side, but I have refrained from making the request of you until I had such a home to offer you. Fortunate are we in our friends, for Colonel Fitzwilliam has decided to follow Anne back to Rosings and has left Netherfield Park in my care. I know you deserve more romance than my dismal proposal and I fear I shall always remain at heart a businessman with no tongue for words of tenderness…but, nonetheless, I hope, dearest, for you to end my suspense. Do say, please, that you will be by my side when I begin to make the Bingley name a respectable one. Do say that you will be my helpmate in making a better life."

As he spoke, Jane's startlement slowly melted away to be replaced by an almost impossible tenderness. The reality of his presence and the question he asked of her sank into her slightly dazed mind as a beautiful smile spread across her face. Indeed, Bingley would recall, in years afterwards, that in that one smile he saw his future lying ahead of him; he saw calm days in which they would sit quietly in each others' company, busy days in which they would together care for their tenants, and even playful days when they would chase after their children. When she spoke, he was much gratified that these visions would certainly become reality.

"It is so like you, Mr. Bingley, to consider so well for my comforts. I know you had hoped for us to settle close to Hertfordshire, if only so that I may remain close to my family. Though I was prepared to follow you elsewhere to make our home, I am still filled with gladness that Fortune has so smiled upon us. I do not mind your lack of poetic words, for I have ever been a simple country girl. Besides, your deeds speak louder than the most perfect of sonnets can…I gladly give you the answer you seek…Indeed, I believe I have been yours since that fateful walk to Oakham Mount when you truly saw me for myself. I will gladly be your partner in our future life…Charles." She blushed at her own simple declaration, not used was she to making such frank speeches, as well as her own her own bravery in speaking his name, for Jane was still shy of the bounds of propriety.

His answering smile and the joy shining from his eyes, however, rather reassured her that he did not mind such conduct. Nay, if the tremble she felt as his hands tightened their grip on hers was an accurate reflection of his opinions, he rather enjoyed hearing his name fall from her lips, quiet though she had uttered it. So the couple may have remained, he with his expression speaking of utter adoration as he looked up at her and she with her cheeks flushed at the intensity of his gaze but for a sudden gust of wind that caused the tree branches to knock against the window and so startle both from their moment.

Jane was the first to drop her eyes to her lap, "Please, Mr. Bingley, you needn't remain kneeling. I am certain your knees would welcome a break from our floor and be more comfortable should you choose to sit."

Bingley nodded in agreement but made no move to release her hands. "I fear I am behaving in a manner most unlike myself; I who am so used to weighing my decisions carefully. And yet, when I received the Colonel's letter this morning, I could not bring myself to curtail my excitement. Since I parted from you, dear Miss Bennet, loathe as I was to do so, I found myself growing impatient as I have not been since a child at finding the perfect home for us. I fear my solicitor thought me quite mad for the awful rush I made this morning…but, I simply could not wait."

Jane smiled gently at him and squeezed his hand in recognition of her understanding. Nonetheless, she laughed slightly uncertainly at their current circumstance. "Mr. Bingley, I fear you have caught our household at quite an odd moment. Papa has taken Tommy with him to speak with our tenants regarding plans for the spring planting. Lizzie is likely at Lucas Lodge to lend what aid she can to Charlotte Lucas in shielding her from the excitements of both Lady Lucas and Lady Adelaide as they prepare for a Spring wedding. Mary is acting as chaperone for Kitty and Mr. Lucas during their trip into town for the post-master. I fear it is not…proper...for us to be alone like this."

"Would you like me to remove myself from your side then?"

Jane laughed again as she shook her head, "I know I should ask such of you and yet, like you, I find that I am driven to behavior unlike that of my usual wont. I feel as though that I shall wake soon and find that this has all been a dream."

At such an admission of uncertainty, Bingley found that he could not help but raise her clasped hands to his lips and bestow upon them a soft kiss.

Jane gasped softly at his gesture but glanced up shyly again to meet his gaze. A happy smile tugged at her lips as she remarked, "You are quite bold for a dream."

Bingley could only kiss her hands again as he protested, "I assure you, dear Jane, I am no dream. But I promise you that I will endeavor to make all your dreams come true."

The helpful wind again broke the couple from their dazed moment. This time, it was Bingley who coughed slightly and said in a more serious tone of voice, "Though I fear that despite Darcy's excellent tutelage, I still find myself overwhelmed at the concept of becoming a landed gentleman."

"Oh, but you shall not be alone. I am certain that Papa would not mind offering some advice. Indeed, I do believe I have heard him say to Lizzie that it is through his teaching of Tommy that he has come to realize that he was not quite as deficient as he believed in fulfilling his duties. And from what Anne has told me, the Colonel Fitzwilliam has already made preliminary plans for the new planting season, so at least your transition shall be made easier."

Bingley nodded, "Yes, he explained as such to me in his letter. I am very much thankful to have such dear friends."

"But is it not proper for family to aid each other in such important tasks? And, through Lizzie and Mr. Darcy, you are to become cousins of sorts with the good Colonel, are you not?"

"I had not thought of such a connection! I see that I am honored indeed by your acceptance, Miss Bennet, for I fear I am very much reaching above my station. That you who should be so well connected should consent to the suit of a humble businessman such as I will cause quite the scandal should it be known to the Ton."

"Then it is good, is it not, that I do not make it a habit to visit Ton nor brave its social obligations?"

Bingley smiled at his betrothed (his betrothed! How well that sounds!), "You would prefer a simple life, surrounded by the love of family with occasional visits from good friends."

Jane agreed, "Yes. And as you desire much the same, with perhaps some occasional interruptions for your trade, then we are certain to be happy in our future life."

At his shocked face, she smiled gently, "You did not think that I would not understand? Mr. Bingley, your mind craves challenges and you will not be satisfied with a sedentary life, particularly as I am certain that you will master the skills necessary to become a landed gentleman rather quickly."

"How well it is you understand me?! Do you not mind that I shall continue to be tainted by the stink of trade?"

"How can I? When my own uncle can count himself among your number? No, Mr. Bingley, I cannot find it within myself to censure you for the source of your income. Not when it shall maintain your happiness. Besides (and here her blush deepened), if we are to be blessed with two sons, then certainly the younger could benefit from having such a livelihood at his disposal."

With a strange expression on his face, Bingley asked softly, "Do you think often of children?"

Jane found that she could not quite meet his eyes at such a question, "I…Would you believe me to be forward if I were to say yes? I have become used to caring for my siblings and…I had thought that perhaps you would hope to continue the Bingley name?"

Bingley's answering laugh caused Jane to look up at him again, quite startled at such a response. "Dear Jane! I would gladly fill Netherfield Park with our children, if it be your wish! I had wished to ensure that it would indeed be your wish, and that you would not see it only as a duty."

"I must repeat your earlier sentiment. How well it is that you understand me! I would not see it as a duty, making a life with you could never be merely a duty."

Bingley kissed her hands once more after which he finally released them. "I fear, dear Jane, that I must remove myself from your company or else offend you dreadfully with further unseemly behavior. I would speak to your father without any crimes against your reputation on my conscience."

When Elizabeth returned from Lucas Lodge shortly before supper that evening, she stopped in the middle of a tirade regarding the tediousness of lace and flounces to gape at the look on her sister's face. Though Jane looked at first glance to be her serene self, Elizabeth noticed the heightened colors and the brighter eyes. Not resisting the urge to tease, she asked, "Dear Jane, have you received yet another letter from Mr. Bingley? 'Tis either that or you have caught the fever from the Carpenter children."

Jane only laughed and replied enigmatically, "Something even better than a letter, dear sister."

Before Elizabeth could demand answers, however, the door opened again to admit a giggling Kitty. Even Mary had a wide smile upon her face.

"Oh Jane! Is it true? Has Mr. Bingley returned to Hertfordshire? We heard from Mrs. Hamilton, who was on errand from the Inn, that he had taken lodgings there. 'Tis quite mysterious, as she had expected he to stay at Netherfield, but it seemed he had taken rooms for the remainder of the week in Meryton!"

Jane's eyes widened for a brief moment at Kitty's excited chatter but nonetheless her lips curled in a secret smile.

Elizabeth exclaimed, "Oh! I suppose the gentleman himself is most definitely better than a letter! Perhaps this news is related to the notice Charlotte had received from Lady Catherine stating that Charlotte's services were no longer needed as a companion as Anne and the Colonel had chosen to remove to Rosings?"

At the curious looks on all three sister's faces, Jane finally nodded in confirmation of their suspicions but only said, "I expect we shall have a guest for supper today."

"Who is to come for supper?" Mr. Bennet's voice rose above the excited replies of his daughters as he made his way into the household with young Tommy at his side.

Jane obediently took their outer garments in hand and replied, "Mr. Bingley, Papa."

"Oh? Has he made a visit to these parts?"

Jane nodded, her glow of happiness not dimming.

"And I suppose he will be seeking a private audience with me? Alas! In so short a time, I am to part with another daughter. But perhaps it is as well, with all this talk of Charlotte Lucas's wedding, I have been receiving odd looks and heavy hints from your Aunt Phillips regarding you girls' as yet unwed state. I can only suppose from her glares that she is deeply offended at the lack of a definite time for these events. Lizzie, you must warn Mr. Darcy that your Aunt's ire is great indeed that though you were the first to become engaged, Miss Lucas shall beat you to the altar. As though the matter were a race! I do not profess to understand her admonitions to have you 'secure your future husband' as I am certain Mr. Darcy would find himself most secured at present."

With a kiss to her father's cheek, chilled from the outdoors wind, Elizabeth replied instead of the blushing Jane, "Dear Papa. Perhaps we may wish to placate Aunt Phillips after you have spoken with Mr. Bingley? I can only guess, from the news Kitty has brought, that he would not wish to set foot in Netherfield until he can safely call our Jane his wife."

"Oh? Why, I did not think Mr. Bingley to be quite the romantic?! I had long thought that he may well be the most practical of my future sons. Though I suppose it does sooths a father's worries that such behavior bodes well for his daughter's future happiness. Now, dear Jane, you have allowed Lizzie to reply for you, but I would hear from you, child, as to Mr. Bingley's intentions for his call this evening?"

Jane flushed but replied steadily, "I do believe Lizzie is correct and we shall be able to end some of our Aunt Philips's suspense."

"How kind of your gentleman to consider for the well-being of our family members!"

Tommy interjected his opinion before Jane could reply, "Will he take you away, Jane? Lizzie will be moving to Pemberley, what about you? Do you have to go so far away too?"

Jane smiled gently and knelt to speak with her brother, "Not so far, unless you consider Netherfield of great distance?"

Tommy's eyes grew wide, "Netherfield?! Oh! I do like Mr. Bingley! But what about the Colonel? I will be sad to lose my fencing tutor…"

"I fear the Colonel will be living in Kent at Rosings for the foreseeable future, but I am certain he will endeavor to keep in touch with you, Tommy. I do not believe him to be one to forsake his friends. Indeed, 'tis due in part to his generosity that Mr. Bingley acquired Netherfield."

Much placated, Tommy stated, "That will be most fortunate and almost makes up for losing Lizzie."

Mr. Bennet, eyebrow raised at such news, only stated, "I see I shall have much to discuss with your young man!"

Mr. Bingley's audience with Mr. Bennet was indeed a rather long one, and Lizzie found herself playing the role of supporter as Jane tried without much success to focus on the mending in her lap.

"Oh dear Jane, you cannot be so nervous as to expect Papa to reject Mr. Bingley. Why, you should be celebrating!"

Jane finally put aside her sewing basket in defeat, "I know I ought not be worried…but I do believe Mr. Bingley would like to wed sooner than perhaps Papa might like. Is it so wrong of me to feel such eager anticipation at becoming Mistress of Netherfield? I cannot but feel some guilt, as though I am supplanting Anne in her role."

Elizabeth shook her head, "Oh, Jane, I do not think anyone can begrudge you your happiness. You have been so patient in waiting for Mr. Bingley. I do believe most would see it as your just reward for being such a kind soul."

"And what of Charlotte? I have a suspicion that my wedding might precede hers, if Mr. Bingley truly wishes to settle at Netherfield only after we are wed. I would not so wish to take attention from her, particularly as she has often been ignored in times past. I do not wish to overshadow her joy."

Giving her sister a quick hug, Elizabeth replied, "Oh no, you needn't worry about Charlotte! In truth, she has become quite frustrated with the scrutiny placed upon her and the Lord Ashbury. I do not believe that she enjoyed so much attention from our neighbors. No, I believe she may well thank you for shifting the limelight so that she may gain some measure of reprieve. Indeed, Lord Ashbury himself may thank you, for I find him to be like Mr. Darcy in the way he guards his privacy so assiduously."

Jane sighed gratefully, "Thank you Lizzie."

Mary and Kitty entered the parlor at that moment and, seeing the apprehension on Jane's usually serene countenance, were quick to offer their own hugs. Young Tommy even made to climb into her lap as he often did as a much younger child.

And such was the scene that Mr. Bennet and Mr. Bingley came upon when they finally exited the study.

"Well, dear Jane, you can see that I have returned your suitor to you quite intact. Tommy, will you not greet your new brother-to-be? That is, I assume you to also bestow your blessings on this union?"

With a happy laugh, Tommy sprang up and made his way to Mr. Bingley, "Oh yes, welcome to our family, Mr. Bingley! I am ever so glad that you shall not be taking Jane so far away. Thank you for that."

Bingley offered the young boy a smile in return, but his eyes remained fixated on his beloved, "No, young Master Bennet, it is I who must thank you for allowing me to carry away such a treasure."