Ch 37: Duty

The wedding of Miss Jane Bennet to Mr. Charles Bingley was a simple affair to the joy of couple (who both had a preference for simplicity) and the consternation of Mrs. Philips (who could be heard to say that at least the wedding breakfast was befitting a lady of her niece's standing and a gentleman of her new nephew's wealth). But a month after the happy day when Mr. Bingley had ridden to Hertfordshire, the couple were wedded in holy matrimony with only the bride's family and Lord Ashbury in attendance. Bingley would have preferred Darcy's presence, but the latter gentleman was detained in Derbyshire as the result of an unexpected snow storm. Nonetheless, Bingley was much too happy at the vision his blushing bride presented as she made her way to him on her father's arm. He would have difficulty recalling the events of the morning or indeed of the ceremony itself. No, the memory that would stay with him was the radiant smile on Jane's face as he crossed over Netherfield's threshold with her in his arms.

"My dear Mrs. Bingley, welcome home."

The couple had no regrets that they did not have far to travel from the church to their new home. Likewise, they were thankful of the careful consideration of their family, friends, and neighbors for not disturbing their peace for a week. The first guests they did host were Elizabeth and Charlotte Lucas, who decided that a visit to Netherfield was a most convenient excuse to escape the madness that was Lady Lucas and Lady Adelaide as they planned for a much more extravagant affair for Charlotte's own upcoming nuptials.

Indeed, Charlotte could be heard to lament, "Oh Jane, how envious I am that you are already experiencing your wedded bliss! I find myself growing quite cross at the minutia of details that Mother insists upon. What care I for the color of the flowers or the rim on the china? My focus shall certainly not be on those things."

"Ah, but you shall be marrying a Lord, Charlotte, by special license if I am not mistaken?"

Charlotte nodded, "Ah yes, how wonderful of you to remind me, Lizzie, both Mama and Lady Adelaide rather insisted that we host the ceremony and celebrations at Lucas Lodge. Oh, I am sorely tempted to pass word to Lord Ashbury to saddle his horse and take us to Gretna Green!"

"But think of the scandal that would cause!"

Charlotte waved Jane's comment aside but said, "I suppose so, and as Lady Adelaide expects to present me to the Ton during the upcoming Season, now that she finally has a daughter-in-law to put on exhibition, I really ought to be on my best behavior. But it is difficult, all this fuss!"

Jane and Elizabeth traded amused looks at Charlotte's words.

"And what does Lord Ashbury have to say about the matter?"

Charlotte sighed, "Oh, he is being quite reasonable and presents such sound reasoning that I can only bite my tongue and bear it. Lady Adelaide has long hoped for a daughter, but was granted only sons. And that she should lose her husband and then a son in relatively few years has made her even more determined to rebuild her family. I cannot begrudge her this chance for celebration, though her son has retired to Willowmere to prepare for the spring planting, quite conveniently leaving me to the mercies of Mama and Lady Adelaide. But perhaps I should be grateful at Lady Adelaide's involvement, for it certainly lightens my load and prevents Mama from drowning me in tulle. It does also help to know that she does not disapprove of me as a bride for her son."

Elizabeth chuckled, "Oh Charlotte, I daresay she more than approves! I fear your Lord Ashbury is in danger of holding second place in his mother's eyes. Why, with Lady Catherine as a close neighbor, he will find himself besieged indeed by those who would support you over him."

"Yes, he has made mention that he believes that I am supplanting him in his mother's affections. But I of course just reminded him that it is I who shall be leaving my family to enter his world, one in which I am not certain all will be welcoming."

Jane patted Charlotte's hand and smiled sweetly, "Have no fear, dear Charlotte, I am certain you shall bear your new duties with fortitude."

Charlotte nodded but made to change the topic of discussion, "There now, I believe I have shared enough complaints. I wish I had your patience, Jane. Nonetheless, speaking of duties, how do you find your new ones?"

Jane blushed slightly as a sudden thought of certain aspects of those duties crossed her mind (for it seems that the meticulousness with which Mr. Bingley paid attention to business matters transferred quite well to caring for the comforts of his wife) but composed herself enough to remark on some of the differences between being Mistress of Netherfield and Mistress of Longbourn.

When her guests had left to return to their own duties to home and family, Jane found herself in a moment of silent reprieve. Settling herself for a moment before summoning the servants to clear the tea service, Jane smiled at the changes that had occurred. And so Mr. Bingley discovered her in a most pensive mood when he returned from a visit to Longbourn to seek some advice from Mr. Bennet.

Seating himself next to her, Bingley said softly, "What has caught your thoughts, dearest?"

Jane smiled at him, "Just the changes that have occurred and are still to occur."

"Are you happy, Jane?"

"Oh yes! I could not be happier, here with you in our wonderful home. And it fills me with such joy to know that Lizzie and Charlotte are to have similar happiness in their lives. Charlotte, despite her seeming impatience with the fuss over her wedding, is bearing it quite well for her love of Lord Ashbury. And Lizzie! She is still my clever, headstrong sister, but this separation has been an exercise in patience. She has turned her attention more to home and hearth and, as expected, has more than succeeded with taking up the mantle of being the new Miss Bennet. I think Mr. Darcy will find her accomplished indeed when he returns."

Bingley held her hand gently, "If Darcy feels for her but a fraction of what I feel for you, then she shall be happy indeed. I had not thought that my esteem for you could grow and yet, it has…almost daily, no, almost hourly. I bless the day when I met your Uncle Gardiner, for that event made us possible."

Jane, who had grow somewhat accustomed to his frank words, just laid her head upon his shoulder and reveled in the feeling of his nearness and the sense of security and contentment it gave her.

The days passed quickly, particularly during the rush of spring planting. For the first time in a long while, Elizabeth found herself on the sidelines as her father (with Tommy as a not-always-silent shadow) made for the arrangements of plows and seeds. Fortunately, she found that taking over Jane's role in Longbourn and helping Charlotte with her wedding preparations more than occupied her time. Indeed, the three remaining Bennet sisters discovered that it took all of their combined efforts to keep the household running as smoothly as Jane had once done. Elizabeth even owned to her father that her admiration for Jane has only grown in the former Miss Bennet's absence. The entire household found that Jane's presence was sorely missed, but none of the Bennet's could find it in their hearts to begrudge her obvious happiness in her new circumstances.

On a sunny afternoon, Elizabeth left the confines of Lucas Lodge, where the bride-to-be was becoming increasingly frazzled at the surge of excitement from the other women in her family as her wedding grew imminent, towards Mrs. Brown's cottage. Breathing in the fresh spring air and turning her face up to greet the sunbeams, Elizabeth laughed out loud and, after a quick glance around her to make certain that no one would observe her lapse in proper behavior, flung her bonnet off her head, held up her skirts, and raced forward in high spirit. Her giddy laughter was interrupted suddenly when she heard the sound of a horse and rider. Turning around sharply, she felt her breath catch at the figure that made to dismount said horse before making his way towards her with the reins in hand.

Blushing that the gentleman should catch her in such an open moment, she curtsied and lowered her eyes demurely to the ground.

When she glanced up again, she felt almost unsteady at the look of unfiltered joy in the blue eyes that met her own. Her breath caught and she found any words lost as she marveled at his closeness.

Mr. Darcy, for it was that gentleman, was mindful that they were in a public space and fought against his inner urge to gather her into his arms as he wished. Instead, he could only softly whisper, "Miss Elizabeth" and suppress the shuddering of his tall frame when their fingers brushed as he handed her the bouquet of blossoms he had brought.

Elizabeth, still caught up in the intensity of his gaze, could only nod absentmindedly as she drank in the reality of his presence.

The spell was broken when Darcy's lips curled into a smile as he remarked, "Have I finally robbed you of speech, Miss Elizabeth?"

To which Elizabeth had to blink away her wayward thoughts of how becoming such a smile was on his face before responding with a laugh, "Your improvement is great indeed, Mr. Darcy, for you to greet me in such a teasing manner. To whom do I owe a word of thanks for this change?"

"I have only taken my tutor's advice to heart and taken opportunities to practice over the winter."

"Oh? Then I must thank this tutor, for I am deeply in his debt."

"You know very well that it is a she, Miss Elizabeth. Indeed, I do not believe you to be ignorant to the identity of my tutor, not when you are intimately acquainted with her."

A teasing sparkle shining in her eyes, Elizabeth remarked, "Am I now? Should I be fighting the green-eyed monster of jealousy regarding a contender for your affections?"

The Darcy of a year ago would have been alarmed indeed by such a proposition. The Darcy of the present, though more used to Elizabeth's teasing ways, knew enough of her character to understand the undercurrent request for reassurance beneath her words. The letters that had sustained them during their separation could not replace each others' actual persons. So it was with a tender voice that he bid her to look at the flowers that she still clutched absent-mindedly in her hands. "I do not believe such an action to be merited, for I would feel comfortable giving such flowers to only one person."

Elizabeth glanced down at her bouquet and felt a blush suffuse her cheeks as she realized their significance. "If it is a smile you seek, then I shall gladly grant it to so gallant a gentleman. And if it is yearning that you seek to express, then I can only echo such a sentiment and add to it that I am glad of your return*. But…(and here her playfulness took over once more)…is it not an act of self-importance and perhaps even haughty pride for you to pick a flower that should share your name?"

Gladdened at her good humor and her carefree manners, Darcy replied, "Perhaps. But I do believe the recipient of such flowers was ever in search of guidance for a manner of address for her betrothed. I wished to reward her patience and grant her an answer as to my preference."

"But do you not find it a soft name for such a man as he? Perhaps if he were a babe or child, such a name might match his sweetness, but I should feel foolish addressing a gentleman of his consequence and serious bearings in such a way, particularly as I have heard him professed to be a model gentleman, a man without fault."

Darcy only retorted thoughtfully, "Perhaps in company such a manner of address would not do, but certainly in private such a sentiment may be excused. After all, I have found that the lady who should utter such a name has truly caused her gentleman to become less guarded. Perhaps inside every real man a child is hidden that wants to play ** and he requires only the right companion to remind him of such joys in life that lies beyond merely fulfilling his duties."

Elizabeth laughed at such a reply, "How you flatter me, Mr. Darcy! For I can read between your words and see the compliment you desire to pay me. I suppose, as your future wife, my duty is to obey your wishes in such a matter."

Darcy nodded in a mock-solemn manner and waited expectantly to hear her give the words sound, but Elizabeth only smiled at him after smelling the spicy fragrance of her flowers and began to ask after Georgiana and Pemberley.

Darcy, though frustrated at being so thwarted in his desire, was too well-bred not to answer her inquiries. As the cottage of Elizabeth's destination came into view, however, Darcy allowed his impatience to rise to the surface as he asked, "Why will you not speak the flowers' name?"

Elizabeth only laughed again, saying, "You must have sorely misjudged me, Mr. Darcy, if it was an obedient wife you sought…Besides, wherefore shall come the pleasant surprise that an unexpected gesture of tenderness would bring if I were to act as expected?"

Looking at her in a considering manner, Darcy suddenly met her teasing look with one of his own as, without warning, he bent down and bestowed upon her a soft kiss. "A gesture such as this perhaps?"

Elizabeth appeared greatly startled and her expression might have been mistaken for reprove but for the blush in her cheeks and the brightness of her eyes. But as she still made no sound, Darcy hurriedly made to explain that she had, after all, given her permission in the written form, for such an action.

The beginnings of his apology for acting without a spoken affirmation was interrupted as Elizabeth gave a nod of approval before dancing away from his side towards the cottage door to deliver the goods in her basket.

Mrs. Brown greeted Elizabeth with a smile, "Ah, Miss Lizzie, I must thank ye for these rosehips. They have certainly done wonders for my cough."

Elizabeth smiled, "Oh but you must thank Lady Lucas, for she it was who provided me with these particular samples. I fear none of my sisters have inherited our mother's knack for helping roses flourish, though Kitty, bless her, certainly tries, and we have become reliant on Lady Lucas's generosity this year."

Mrs. Brown shook her head, "Nonetheless, Miss Lizzie, I know without ye asking for these from Lady Lucas, I would have been forced to be without this past winter. It'll be a sad day when yer gentleman finally takes ye away from us."

A squeal of laughter floated through the window, drawing both ladies' attentions to the scene outside. Darcy could be seen swinging a young boy through the air before placing him in the saddle behind his sister. The wide smile on his face matched well that of his young charges and Elizabeth was much reminded of his earlier comment regarding the hidden child.

Mrs. Brown, as though reading Elizabeth's thoughts, declared, "I have often said, that a child who does not play is not a child, but the man who does not play has lost forever the child who lived in him ***. I am glad to see that yer gentleman is capable of such laughter. I do not wish for you to wilt from lack of joy, Miss Lizzie. But I see now that there is little danger of that with the gentleman yonder."

Later, after Darcy bid a fond adieu from the Brown children, he walked alongside an uncharacteristically subdued Elizabeth. The clip-clop of his horse's shoes seemed extraordinarily loud in the ensuing silence.

"Miss Elizabeth, are you well? What has occurred to so dim your brightness and cause it to be hidden?"

At the concern in his voice, Elizabeth was quick to offer a small smile and a word of reassurance. At his continual doubtful look, she added, "I suppose…I just suddenly feel the gravity of my acceptance of you…of leaving my home and shouldering the duties that becoming Mrs. Darcy shall demand of me."

Darcy was silent for a moment, allowing her words to float in the space between them, before offering his support and vowing his constant faith in her abilities to adapt. "I know you, Miss Elizabeth, and your courage has yet to back down from any challenge. And even should you falter, you shall not be alone, for I shall always be present to catch you."

Elizabeth nodded gratefully but Darcy noted that she still seemed troubled. "But I do believe your worries are concentrated upon a more specific topic?"

Elizabeth looked down and played with the blossoms still clutched in her hands, "I…you seemed so at ease with the children, and I know that great men of your standing must be in want of an heir. But I fear that I should fail you in my duty as a wife and provide only daughters as my own mother had done before Tommy made an appearance…I do not wish for others to remark that you chose a country miss who could not even provide you with a son…"

Darcy paused alongside her and gently raised her chin so that she might see the earnestness of his reply, "Dear Elizabeth. I care not for such a duty, not when my dearest wish is simply to have you by my side. Pemberley is but a house, only love can make it into a home. I care not for sons, not when Pemberley can readily be passed along a female line…I know I would treasure a little girl with your fine eyes and spirited nature. Besides, have you not proven already that a woman can be just as capable in the running of an estate? I can easily imagine that our daughter will be just as strong as her mother."

Quite unbidden, tears began to escape Elizabeth's eyes, tears that Darcy gently brushed aside. "Do not cry, Miss Elizabeth, I cannot bear to be the cause of such pain."

Elizabeth only smiled through her tears, "No, Mr. Darcy, these tears are shed in happiness."

A sudden snort from Darcy's horse interrupted the couple. Darcy withdrew to an acceptable distance, "I fear my horse is longing for his stall at Netherfield."

"Will you not join us for tea at Longbourn?"

"Loathe though I am to disappoint you, Miss Elizabeth, I fear I must return before Georgiana has a search party sent to look for me. I believe my friend Lord Ashbury would also welcome some company this afternoon, for his Mother has quite forbidden his presence at Lucas Lodge this afternoon, though he is but newly returned from Willowmere and quite eager to reunite with Miss Lucas. Bingley had a mind to involve him in the last stages of the spring planting in an effort to distract him. But perhaps you might convince your father to accompany you and your siblings to Netherfield for supper? Mrs. Bingley had expressed a hope for a visit from her family and I do believe Georgiana would be glad to see Miss Mary once again."

Elizabeth nodded agreeably and the rest of the walk was spent in a companionable manner as they spoke of events of the winter that did not make their way into letter form. When they finally were to part ways at Longbourn's gates, Elizabeth turned to Darcy and said softly, "I am glad you have returned, Sweet William."

So quickly did she turn away to return home, she missed the dazzling smile that befell Darcy's visage. Anyone who might have seen him then would certainly have gaped in disbelief that this man had at one time been called stern.

Darcy's smile did not dim even as he settled himself in Netherfield's library. His relaxed pose on his chosen chair provided quite the contrast to the restless pacing of the other gentleman to occupy the room. Lord Ashbury caught the grin on his friend's face and could not but remark with a hint of envy, "Ah, I see you have managed to run into your Miss Elizabeth during her errands?"

When Darcy nodded, his smile taking on a gratified edge, Lord Ashbury sighed and flung himself in a most untoward manner on the settee that was conveniently placed opposite Darcy's chair. "I admit to jealousy at your good fortunes at being reunited with your betrothed, particularly as I have been forbidden to see mine until the wedding…Mother was most insistent and I find that I cannot disobey her, not when I have not seen her this animated since Father passed. How did you stand your separation from your lady for so long? How can you, even now, sit so composed? I fear I shall go mad, despite the graciousness of our hostess in seeing to my comforts at Netherfield."

Darcy raised an eyebrow at such a display, "It is most unlike you, Andrew, to be given to such dramatics."

"I know. I know it is my duty as a gentleman and as a soon-to-be husband, to remain steady and ever constant so that I may provide for those who would depend upon me. The lesson has been well taught to me by my late Father. And I have endeavored to walk such a path, to remain the good and kind Master my Father had hoped I would become, the dutiful son that my Mother deserves. I believe I have even succeeded. But, somehow, since I met her, Miss Lucas has managed to cause my life and my thoughts to be flung into disarray. She, with her strong opinions and quick mind, has caused me to question myself. I ought to resent her but instead, I find that I seek her opinions as a parched man would seek water. She has ripped away the shroud of my orderly life and created turmoil and debate. And yet, I believe I am a better man for it."

To such an explanation, Darcy could only voice his agreement. "Ah yes, I believe we have both made commitment to be with ladies in possession of no small amount of cleverness and will power. And society must gape at our choice, but I truly believe that we will be happier for it. I care not for a wife who would be wholly obedient and subservient to my will, not when I have seen the joy that the alternative can bring. I expect, had our fathers lived, they would happily applaud our choices, particularly as they have also chosen true partners."

Lord Ashbury drew himself to a more proper position, his eyes holding within them genuine interest in Darcy's answer, "Do you truly think so? Though I know Mother approves of Miss Lucas, I cannot but feel a small twinge of guilt that mayhaps Father would have preferred a lady of more profound origins. I feel, somehow, that I have been remiss in my duties as an Ashbury in choosing for happiness instead of furthering our connections."

Instead of answering directly, Darcy remarked, "Have you spoken with Miss Lucas on the matter?"

Shaking his head, Lord Ashbury sighed, "No. I have not. I did not wish to trouble her, not when…not when she has already faced censure from certain members of society. I also did not wish to pique her anger, particularly as she is a firm believer in the equality of mankind."

Darcy looked at Lord Ashbury carefully and decided to impart his advice. "I am of the opinion that our father's would have wanted us to have the same good fortune that they did in choosing a companion for life. But I do not believe my opinion to be the one you truly seek. Despite her courage, Miss Lucas must also possess her own uncertainties. As one in possession of extreme intelligence, she is no doubt rationalizing such fears, but I do not think it would be remiss if you were to offer to share your own insecurities. As the Good Book reminds us, it is the duty of the husband to cherish his wife and care for her as he would his own self ****. Just as you cannot hide your own thoughts from yourself, so you must be as an open book with her. Besides, society is something you shall face as one unit, why not then share the burden?"

Lord Ashbury was silent a moment before stating, "Then the Lord God said, 'It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a helper fit for him.'*****"

Darcy nodded, "And so it is written."

With a sigh, though this one of relief, Lord Ashbury stated firmly, "I thank you, my friend. I feel as though a burden has been lifted."

To which Darcy only smiled, "Then I must direct your gratitude towards Miss Elizabeth. For she, as a true help-mate, has helped me grow in wisdom and consideration."

Lady Henrietta Lucas knew she was a woman of average intelligence. Certainly such a fact was made more glaringly obvious when faced with the task of raising a child who was in possession of such obvious (and outspoken) cleverness as her daughter Charlotte. Indeed, Lady Lucas had once found herself staring at her child in consternation, having not understood a single thing the five-year-old had stated in an impassioned response to her mother's exasperated lament of 'Why can you not be more like Jane Bennet with her soft beauty and docile manners?' In that moment, Lady Lucas knew that a breach would forever exist between her and her eldest daughter. It was at the time a bitter truth to swallow, particularly as she had longed for a daughter with whom to discuss the latest fashions or exclaim over the price of lace. Such a wish was not one she shared with her husband.

Sir William Lucas was a blustering sort of man. Lady Lucas, though she remained ever an obedient wife, was not blind to the faults of the man she married. He had blustered his way in business to obtain a level of medium wealth, somehow blustered his way to a knighthood, and continued to bluster in his pervasive sense of self-importance. But Lady Lucas also knew him to be a man possessing of no great ill-will towards the world and one who could provide a comfortable, if not extravagant, life. What he lacked in common sense, particularly with regards to setting aside some measure of dowry for their daughters, Lady Lucas made up for in her sensible nature, the only trait through which she saw an echo of herself in Charlotte. Through Lady Lucas's subtle influence and some careful management of household finances, Sir Lucas did not sever completely ties to his past but rather maintained the bare minimum of connections to his life as a businessman. Certainly enough to provide a regular income that allowed Lady Lucas occasional frivolities and, more importantly, gave her daughters some measure of security in terms of future prospects.

For though Lady Lucas willingly admitted to possessing no great interest or, indeed, understanding, in politics or philosophy, she was not ignorant of the realities of a woman's lot in life. She knew well that despite her husband's knighthood, the Lucas's were only newly genteel. She herself had been the daughter of a tradesman. In comparison to the Bennet's, who could boast of at least seven generations of genteel living at Longbourn, the Lucas's had no such illustrious history. For all that Fanny Gardiner had been a mere attorney's daughter prior to her marriage, the Bennet name still carried with it a sense of history and social status in Hertfordshire. And Fanny Bennet, for her all silliness and frivolous nature, was certainly a beauty, something that she was certain to pass onto her children. Thus, an adequate, if not substantial, dowry was the only advantage that Lady Lucas could ensure for her own daughters.

Sir Lucas's confirmation of the engagement between Charlotte and Lord Ashbury was thus a source of significant shock to his wife. Why, in terms of fortune and status, Lord Ashbury was certainly above even that of Mr. Darcy! That her willfully independent daughter should have caught such a man was of confusion for Lady Lucas, particularly as, by all appearances, the two continued to have rather confrontational discussions that quite suggested feelings of the opposite sort than those that might have led to plans for matrimony. Certainly Lady Lucas would have never dreamed of so blatantly challenging her husband and in front of his own mother, no less! But Lady Adelaide had only smiled at such a tabloid, as though she heartily approved of such interactions, and praised Lady Lucas for having a hand in the development of such a spirited young lady.

Lady Lucas felt great admiration that her stuttering reply drew only a delicate raise of an eyebrow and a measured comment of, "But I suppose I can expect little else from one who so bravely snubbed my friend Catherine during her visit to her daughter at Netherfield."

Lady Lucas felt her cheeks flush and her respect for Lady Adelaide grow as the other gentlewoman continued, "Though I suppose I can little blame you, Lady Lucas, for I do find Lady Catherine quite stubborn of temperament. It does her some good, I believe, to face some admonitions for her choices. After all, I do so try to on a semi-regular basis; I heartily believe that blatant honesty is an imperative in any true friendship."

A genuine smile made its way onto Lady Lucas's face as she remarked, "Then may I be so bold as to say that I hope we may become friends as well? Though we are to be family according to the wishes of our children, I do believe it to be our choice whether or not we shall be friends."

Lady Adelaide answered her smile with one of her own, "Indeed. Then I hope, as your friend, I may be frank in my observation that you have done well in your duty to your children, particularly your daughters. Though I imagine Sir Lucas to be a good sort of man, he also appears to need proper guidance to ensure that he does not exceed his income."

Rather than be offended by such an observation, Lady Lucas found herself smiling wryly in response, for the comment was made with no hint of maliciousness but only mild curiosity, "Sir Lucas is quite fond of entertaining; he makes for a wonderful Master of Ceremonies during the town assemblies. But I am certainly glad that my John has better sense when it comes to our household."

She would later wonder at the ease with which she admitted such a deficit in her husband to a virtual stranger. Certainly Lady Adelaide was truly to become family, but such an unguarded response was little befitting that of a first meeting. And yet, Lady Lucas found that despite Lady Adelaide's wealth and status, she radiated none of the arrogance and pride that Lady Catherine had done. Instead, Lady Adelaide had an unassuming manner and an open frankness that immediately put those around her at ease. At the same time, she possessed such liveliness that Lady Lucas felt herself quite invigorated as she has not been since the days of her youth. Perhaps such was the reason that Lady Lucas took it upon herself to welcome Lady Adelaide's presence in the planning of what was certain to be the wedding event of the season in Hertfordshire. Not only did she agree to Lady Adelaide's offer of aid, but she also issued an invitation for a lengthy stay at Lucas Lodge until the ceremony was to take place. Sir Lucas proved easy to convince, so honored was he that a person of Lady Adelaide's standing should deign to accept such an invitation. The guest herself felt great satisfaction that she would have the opportunity to become better acquainted with her daughter-to-be and prepare her for the position of the next Lady Ashbury. Though she had great fondness for Charlotte, Lady Adelaide was not unaware that the eldest Miss Lucas required some polishing before her debut under her new name in society.

If Charlotte found it odd or discomforting to be living in such close quarters with the mother of her betrothed, she made no outward recognition of it. Instead, as Lord Ashbury returned to Kent, for Willowmere could not be without its Master despite his personal preferences, and Lady Adelaide remained in Hertfordshire, Charlotte found that even the winter chill could not quench the warmth she felt in her heart. She did not require any verbal explanation to understand the significance of her acceptance. When the initial haze of joyful disbelief had faded and she had accepted her inexplicable tendency to smile when in Lord Ashbury's presence, Charlotte became cognizant that sheer will and a stout heart were not sufficient for her new position. And so she stamped down her inner voice that grumbled at having to change and for a man of all reasons, and submitted willingly to Lady Adelaide's lessons in becoming a proper lady. As the winter passed, she gained a new appreciation for the subtle tools with which ladies of the Ton fought their social battles such as the insults that may be hidden within seemingly complementary remarks and the power of silence when used in the appropriate setting. She learned to curb her own rashness, her reflexive tendency to meet unkind remarks with biting declarations of her own. But perhaps most surprising of all, she learned to appreciate in part the quiet strength of her own mother and recognize that beneath the gossipy exterior, Lady Lucas was truly what Kitty Bennet had once professed her to be, "quite sharp and kind when she intends to be."

Lady Adelaide was gratified at Charlotte's progress; though she had no wish to destroy the spirit that had so piqued her son's interest, she also did not wish for Charlotte to come to harm. And Lady Adelaide, though she had been absent from the London Season for many a-years, still remembered that words and unkind acts left deep wounds on the unsuspecting. She also had an opportunity to meet Elizabeth Bennet and offer her gratitude in person. She felt almost duty-bound to offer the Elizabeth the same manners of advice as she had given Charlotte, but had rationalized that Lady Matlock would surely take the soon to be Mrs. Darcy under her wing. Besides, Elizabeth's intelligence manifested itself more in the twinkle in her eyes as she observed those around her and less in direct confrontation. Lady Adelaide could easily see the Darcy's trading such looks of mutual enjoyment at the follies they observe in the future. For the moment, however, her focus was more on the decidedly distracted manners of her young charge. Since the letter she had received the previous day, Charlotte seemed to be oddly agitated, startling at the slightest noise, to the great detriment of any progress to be made in her sampler.

Combined with the note she had received from her son shortly after his arrival back in Hertfordshire, fairly begging to see Charlotte, such behavior caused Lady Adelaid to remark gently, "My dear Charlotte, what ails you?"

Charlotte glanced up guiltily, though her gaze remained steady, "I apologize, Lady Adelaide, but Lord Ashbury had sent word that he expects to join the Bingley's at Netherfield this week."

Lady Adelaide nodded, "Ah yes, I had been informed as such. But I did think it prudent that he stays there until the wedding so that he would not disrupt our planning."

At the slight frown that crossed Charlotte's features, she added, "But perhaps I was wrong to plan in such a way. I too remember the anticipation of seeing my betrothed after a period of absence. Andrew is too dutiful a son not to obey my request, but I would be cruel to keep you from one another. Very well, I must inform you that Andrew has indeed made his way safely back to Hertfordshire. I expect he is much fatigued from his journey, however, and thus propose that we allow him his rest and surprise him with a visit on the morrow. I had hoped to visit with Mrs. Bingley myself. She is a dear girl, and such a hand with needle and thread! Why I must consult her for the marvelous pattern on a cushion I had seen during our last visit."

Despite her growing impatience, Charlotte nodded her agreement and valiantly tried, though in vain, to refocus on her sewing. She was eager to see her betrothed again, but beneath the anticipation was a small kernel of doubt as to his reactions to the impact of the lessons that she had acquired over the course of their separation.

Mrs. Jane Bingley of Netherfield, formerly Miss Jane Bennet of Longbourn, was quite happy to receive her visitors. The Darcy siblings having departed for Longbourn in a visit with the rest of the Bennet's and Mr. Bingley paying a last visit to his tenants, she was finding the silence of Netherfield a little oppressive. During the course of the winter, she had developed a friendship of sorts with Lady Adelaide and welcomed the sage advice of the older lady. For her part, Lord Adelaide found Jane's genuine sweetness rather endearing and quite refreshing, particularly compared to the affected gracefulness of some of the young ladies of her acquaintance. Though Jane was certainly not ignorant of the ills in the character of others, she was of a gentle nature that predisposed her to think well of those who were kind to her. And so the two ladies found themselves quite diverted as to the topics of hearth and home, from the pattern that Lady Adelaide had been determined to obtain, to the state of the rose bushes in Netherfield's gardens. Though Charlotte tried to participate, she could not help the glances she would sneak at the mostly silent Lord Ashbury, who sat as though deep in thought by the window. So it was that when the gentleman's voice broke through a gap in the ladies' chatter, Charlotte felt herself startle.

"I believe, Mother, you might better appreciate Mrs. Bingley's flowers if you had a chance to inspect them for yourself?"

Lady Adelaide, fighting a smile and sharing a knowing glance with Jane, who answered with a slight nod, quickly assented and the party made their way to the aforementioned gardens.

Lord Ashbury quickly requested Charlotte for her arm and allowed his mother and his hostess to travel ahead of them on the path. Charlotte, who discovered that now she had an opportunity to speak with him, she could not quite find the words, was gratified when he coughed slightly and began.

"Miss Lucas. I hope you are well?"

"Yes, Lord Ashbury, quite well."

"I must thank you for your letters. They did much to keep me company during the wintry days."

"It was no more than my duty, Lord Ashbury, as your friend and your intended. It would not do for you to forget your betrothed for want of her actual presence."

"I had hoped that you wrote me out of something other than duty."

At such a comment, Charlotte felt her cheeks flush and a silence fell between the couple.

Finally, Lord Ashbury sighed, "We are being quite ridiculous. We who have always been so open with our opinions when speaking with one another…I know Mother has been instructing you in proper behavior for a lady of distinction, but I must own that I much prefer your frankness, Miss Lucas. Perhaps I have been remiss in telling you as such, but I truly have no desire for my betrothed to become as one of those elegant females who would play coy in hopes of retaining their husband's attentions. You require none of that, Miss Lucas, for your own true self has captured me quite well. I do not think I could bear it if I were to be the reason you should decide to censure yourself for your opinions."

"But is it not the duty of a wife to be wholly obedient to her husband?"

"Do you think, Miss Lucas, that I would have chosen you if I truly wished for such a wife? Nay, I find such a lady fearsome indeed, for what good is a mind if one chooses not to use it?"

Charlotte let out a breath that she had not been aware she was holding. "I just did not wish for you to regret your choice. You had asked and I had answered in a time of great turmoil, under the shadow of a great loss, I fear even the most logical of minds may fall prey to irrational thoughts under such circumstances."

With his opposing hand, Lord Ashbury made to grasp the one she had laid on his elbow. "Then allow me to assure you, Miss Lucas, that I am in possessing of a great deal of clarity of thought. Though we have been parted this winter, I remain resolute in my intentions. I truly believe that you are the only woman who may make me happy, and I prefer, indeed, I welcome, the challenge of a life with you by my side. I can only hope that I may provide you with equal happiness."

"I am a selfish creature, Lord Ashbury, for I find that despite knowing that you are expected to marry a great heiress of fortune and connections, I care little beyond my own desire for your company. Nonetheless, I will not have it said that you have shamed your good name by tying it to mine. I am determined that though my origins might bring derision, my person will not. You had expressed a willingness to stand with me in defense of a name we are to share; I must then bear my part to uphold the Ashbury name in society. It is a proud name, one that hearkens to a lengthy history. I will not have my entry into your family bring a shadow to its future. And despite your earnestness, such a thought must have crossed your mind as well."

Lord Ashbury nodded in reply, "Aye, it has. It brings me great joy that Mother cares for you already as a daughter of her own blood, but I cannot help but think of the scandal that our union might cause. The Ashbury name has sadly been tied to more than its share of scandal in these past few years. My brother…he alone brought much heartache through his behavior. Mother…mother has attempted to put it behind her, but I do not know if she truly forgave him. I know I have not. I can only feel relief that Father did not survive to see the shame Robert has wrought."

"You do not speak often of your brother. I only know the particulars from some passing comments from Lady Adelaide and Lizzie's assistance."

"Miss Elizabeth? Yes, I expect Darcy would have told her of it. My brother was not an evil man; he did not seek to harm any but himself, a task he accomplished quite well. He was simply blind to the fact that his actions had repercussions. Or perhaps he did see but chose not to care. I cannot decide which is worse. He was always an active child, full of restlessness, and always balked at the duties expected of him. He fell in with a bad crowd at University, one filled with other restless youths who turned to drink and other frivolities. His death was a tragedy, though I suppose I also felt a certain amount of relief. He had become my burden, my duty to care for, and I did not know how to alter his path. 'Tis a responsibility that I believe Darcy shares with me, though with regards to a certain Mr. Wickham. But perhaps death absolves all men of their sins, leaving only the living to bear the consequences. We had given word that Robert had passed in an accident, an explanation that society willingly seemed to accept. But I suppose grumblings must still exist, whispers that would cease once my Mother's presence was made known. Mother is quite fond of company, but she became more focused on Willowmere after Father's passing and forsook the Ton altogether after Robert's death."

"Is it then not surprising that she should insist on readying me for entry into society this coming Season?"

"Perhaps not; I think you give her hope that she may begin anew and finally move past these events. You with your opinionated nature and unwillingness to bend to derision have inspired her…as it has me."

At Charlotte's questioning look, Lord Ashbury said with a smile, the first one since being reunited with her company, "You are as a breath of fresh air, Miss Lucas. I have allowed my brother's actions to cast a shadow over my own behavior; I thought that if I were the impeccable gentleman, somehow my conduct may make up for his. But you, with your thoughts of personal liberty and freewill, have altered my views such that I no longer wish to allow the dead to dictate my actions. I had wondered if perhaps Father would have approved of you, but I truly believe that he would have. If nothing else, Mother would have certainly convinced him of your worth."

Charlotte chuckled slightly at such a conjecture, "Lady Adelaide certainly has within her possession a talent for persuasion. I believe I have informed you that I am not of a romantic inclination, that I much prefer the sensible course of action. But I have discovered that your love has quite persuaded me to seek to alter myself so that I may become a true partner to you."

Lord Ashbury returned her look of fondness with one of his own as he rejoined, "Ah, but perhaps you are yet behaving in a sensible manner still. After all, one could claim that acceptance on your part of a gentleman of my standing was the practical choice and, as you had made such a choice, then certainly you may be expected to behave in a manner as befitting your new station in life."

"My mother would certainly agree with such a sentiment."

"Then your mother does you a great injustice indeed! I am quite convinced that even such practicality could not bend you to anyone's will but your own. No, I believe that only the strongest force can convince you to do as you have."

"And what would that be, pray tell?"

"Miss Lucas! I am surprised at you; did you not inform me of the answer yourself?"

Charlotte laughed at his light-hearted manners, "Your mood has been greatly lightened, particularly given the topic of our previous discussion."

"I find that my heart is indeed lightened this beautiful spring day, surrounded as I am by this beautiful garden. I shall ever be loyal to the beauty of Willowmere, of course, but even I can appreciate the care Mrs. Bingley has taken in her choice of the blossoms that were planted. Even more importantly, however, I find myself greatly looking forward to an event of the utmost significance."

"It must be one of great import to cause you such joy."

"Why yes, indeed. After all, 'tis not every day that I should be joined in matrimony to the lady who has so thoroughly captivated my mind and my heart."

"Then I suppose 'tis only fair for me to inform you that your lady is likewise greatly anticipating that happy day."

"Why, Miss Lucas, we may yet turn you into a romantic!"

"Oh no," Charlotte retorted, "I am merely being sensible. After all, I find it my duty to reward my future husband's honesty with some of my own, particularly as he has admitted to a preference for frankness."

"Then I see we shall be very happy together, for we shall have no secrets from one another."

"I fear that such openness might lead to quarrels, Lord Ashbury."

"And as I find such debates invigorating, I maintain that we shall be happy indeed."

Despite her profession of not being a romantic, Charlotte Lucas found that she could only grin at such a sentiment. Indeed, her happiness was palpable on the day on which she finally traded in her name for another. Those who were witness to the first walk of Lord and Lady Ashbury as they made their way to their carriage, and there were a great many present at the greatly anticipated event, would forever remark, sometimes in a voice of disbelief, at the genuine affection that existed between the couple.

Though bride and groom departed from the church's door for Willowmere and Kent, the celebration continued on without them. Sir Lucas, true to Lady Lucas's estimation, was indeed a most generous host as he opened Lucas Lodge to the revelers. He was in truth greatly relieved to have a daughter married, particularly to a gentleman of such means. But for the presence of Lady Adelaide, of whom he remained rather in awe, he would have no doubt expounded on such a connection quite vociferously. Fortunately, Lady Adelaide would not make for London and to prepare the townhouse for the Ashburys' re-entry into the London social scene until the next day, and so Sir Lucas was more subdued than he would have been otherwise. Instead, he could be heard remarking upon the other couples in attendance. John Lucas could be seen leading a blushing Kitty Bennet to the dance floor and away from his father's comments regarding the universally accepted truth that one wedding is certain to beget another. Jane and Bingley bore Sir Lucas's declarations on their suitability in temperament with their characteristic goodwill. Darcy and Elizabeth, however, reacted to his words quite differently.

Sensing a somber mood steal over Darcy, Elizabeth retreated from the lively chatter in favor of examining the silken lanterns that had been set up in preparation for the evening dance. Some of the older folk as well as the younger children could be seen wandering on the paths through Lady Lucas's remarkable rosebushes. Tommy could be seen with another group of boys as they ran after his football, the expectations of proper behavior having been made more lax on this day of celebration. Studying one such lantern, Elizabeth remarked, "Lady Adelaide had made note that such lanterns were the latest fashion. I am certainly glad that Mr. Bingley managed to procure them for her."

Darcy nodded to her comment and settled himself on one of the benches nearby. Seating herself next to him, Elizabeth added, "But I do not believe your attention to be on such marvelous decorations. Sweet William, will you not unburden yourself?"

Though his eyes softened slightly at her manner of address to him, Darcy sighed, "I did not wish to trouble you, dear Elizabeth, not on such a joyous day as this. But I suppose I should have known that I could not hide my mood from you. I admit, though I am happy for my friend that he should find such a deserving lady, I also feel some envy that he can now call her wife. I know I said I would abide by your wishes in the matter, but I do own that I wish our day may soon arrive as well."

Elizabeth was silent, causing Darcy to become concerned that he had offended her, "I do not wish to rush you, for I understand well your desire to leave your tenants in capable hands…"

Elizabeth's voice interrupted his thoughts, "Must I remind you to stop your apologies to me? I understand well your impatience, for I share in it as well. I had thought that Papa might need some time to reacquaint himself with the duties of Master of Longbourn, but he has exceeded my estimation and settled in quite well already. Indeed, he did not need my aid at all during the planting this year. In truth, I have never seen him so energized; I had not realized the full effect of Mama's passing on his spirits until I observed his recovery of them. Perhaps my sisters and I had been wrong to act as we did, for I think Papa truly benefits from gainful employment of his time."

Darcy was quick to reassure her, "I do not believe you acted wrongly, particularly as you were protecting him out of love."

"Perhaps so…I suppose, I suppose what I am trying to say, is that I had forgotten that being needed for something, being dependent upon, is in itself a sort of medicine. And Papa has responded very well to such treatment."

"Then…?"

"Charlotte and I had a discussion. Lady Adelaide is determined that they would brave the London Season this year. I know you have no wish to be in the company of so many, despite what gains you have made in making conversation, but I had thought that perhaps Charlotte could use a true friend. I do not wish to steal her limelight, but neither do I wish for her to be so alone in a den of wolves. So, I thought perhaps a compromise may be reached? Would you object to an early summer wedding? We shall then bypass the majority of the Season but still attend some later events to show our support of the new Lady Ashbury. Besides, I know I must be displayed as the new Mrs. Darcy eventually, why not do it sooner rather than later? This way, we may leave the Ton to its speculations and remove ourselves to Pemberley. We shall then have fulfilled our obligations and may then pass our days quite happily at home."

Mindful that other guests were nearby, Darcy refrained from embracing his betrothed as he wished. But the light in his eyes left her no doubt as to his agreement to such a plan. "I suppose we must brave the Ton eventually. Certainly Aunt Matlock will wish it and I cannot reject such a request from family. And I can introduce you to the opera. But, are you certain this is your wish? We do not have to, we can remain at Pemberley for our remaining days if we wished."

"I am certain. I will not have it be said that you hid from the Ton in shame of our union or that I have caused you to abandon all social manners. No, I insist on holding my head high and showing that I may do the Darcy name proud. Besides, Georgie will one day face the same pressures. How can I perform my duties as a sister and provide her guidance if I myself have not tested the waters?"

Darcy settled for taking one of her hands in his as he replied, "How considerate you are, to have thought of so much. I fear I have only been selfish in envisioning a quiet life in our home…home, how well that sounds!"

Elizabeth nodded as a gentle smile crossed her features, "Aye. I would much prefer to enjoy the quiet of Pemberley with you at my side, but I cannot shirk such important duties as befitting a proper sister."

"Then it shall be as you have planned. I am certain Georgie will cherish a sister as attentive as you and I…I am happy that I may soon call you wife."

* the language of flowers: Sweet William blossoms can mean: 'gallantry,' 'yearning,' 'wish for a smile,' 'sweet lady, grant me a smile.'

**shamelessly borrowed from Frederich Nietzsche: "In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play." I know it's definitely an anachronism, but it just seemed so fitting in this conversation I couldn't resist.

***quotation courtesy of Pablo Neruda, Chilean poet

****Ephesians 5:25-28: "Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for herto make her holy, cleansingher by the washing with water through the word, and to present her to himself as a radiant church, without stain or wrinkle or any other blemish, but holy and blameless. In this same way, husbands ought to love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself."

***** Genesis 2:18