Hurst Knows All - oneshot

by nem tudom

Mr Hurst likes gossip as well as any of the ladies, and his valet feeds his master's intrigue. The only difference between Hurst and his sister is that Hurst generally uses his knowledge for good whereas Caroline uses any information learnt for her own advantage.

It's been a few years since I've posted here due to plagiarism but with this third lockdown here in the UK, and things not much better elsewhere in the world, I've decided we all need a bit of light relief. My stories appear on other JAFF websites and those that I'm posting here are available to buy but are not on the KU platform, so I am able to share them with you. I hope you enjoy this short story and I promise there will be more to follow.

Hurst Knows All

Godfrey Hurst walked into his chambers, closing the door firmly behind him. He looked questioningly at his valet. "So, Jenkins, what news from the kitchens?"

"Ah, Sir," Jenkins began, as he unravelled his master's cravat. "It appears Mr Darcy has upset many of the residents of Meryton."

"How? We have only been here just over a se'nnight and, I believe, the only time Mr Darcy has been in the company of the locals was at the Assembly the night before last."

"Quite, Sir," Jenkins replied. "From what I understand, Sir, while at the Assembly Mr Bingley spoke to Mr Darcy in an attempt to encourage the gentleman to dance and indicated Miss Elizabeth Bennet as a possible partner. I believe Mr Darcy's response was… she is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me."

"Ah." Hurst smiled as he shook his head.

"Quite so, Sir." Jenkins continued to relate to his master Darcy's words, spoken well within the hearing of the young lady concerned, and his perceived comportment that evening.

After a further ten minutes of assisting Mr Hurst to prepare for bed, Jenkins wished his master a good night and departed.

Godfrey Hurst controlled his amusement until his man had left the room, but no sooner had the door closed than he began to laugh.

Shaking his head as he walked towards the bed he mused, ''Tis a good job that Darcy would never wish to court the daughter of a country gentleman, or else he would have spiked his own gun.' He knew Jenkins' words would be true, for the kitchen maid, Martha, was best friends with the tweeny at Lucas Lodge, whose sister was a maid of all work at Longbourn.

For the next few days the party at Netherfield remained at home. Darcy and Bingley rode around the estate calling on the tenants, so that Darcy could give Bingley his opinion of the viability of purchasing Netherfield Park at the end of the tenancy period. The tenants were pleased that the gentlemen took an interest in their wellbeing and the wellbeing of their land, but if asked all would say that Mr Darcy took more interest and, if given the opportunity, a tenancy on his estate would be worth having.

Hurst remained with the ladies and spent most of his time, when in their company, lounging on a chaise longue with his eyes closed; at times he wished he could close his ears.

"Really Louisa, I cannot understand why Charles insists that we remain here. I know he has signed a lease for a year, but surely it would be better to break the contract and lose his payment than remain in this backwater of civilisation. The lease payment cannot have been that much and will have little, if any, effect on his fortune. Charles would be better advised to look for an estate in a more esteemed county … like Derbyshire."

"True, Caroline, true," her sister replied. Louisa had found at a very young age that it was always best to agree with her younger sister than to state any opinion that might not meet with her approval.

"And those Bennets!" Caroline shook her head, as if the mere thought of them offended her sensibilities. "Louisa, I have never met such an uncouth family. Miss Bennet is sweet enough, though she does smile too much, but the others." Miss Bingley gave an exaggerated shudder. "Why Mrs Bennet is loud and crass, the youngest two are their mother's daughter and the middle child, Miss Mary, is a bore. As for Miss Eliza, well I have never met such an impertinent chit. I heard that she laughed at Mr Darcy, can you imagine such impertinence, 'tis little wonder a gentleman such as Mr Darcy is not tempted by her," Caroline sneered.

Caroline's disparagement of the Bennets and the lack of acceptable company in Meryton continued, until Mrs Colson informed them a light repast awaited them in the dining room.

ooOoo

Hurst was looking forward to the evening. They were to attend a soirée at Lucas Lodge. Jenkins had told him that Lady Lucas was renowned in the neighbourhood for her ragout, and as this was one of his favourite dishes he was even content to put up with his sister's gibes with the knowledge a decent ragout was awaiting.

The evening went almost exactly as Hurst had envisioned. Bingley had eyes for no other than the beautiful Miss Bennet, Caroline and Louisa spoke in hushed tones as they disparaged everything and everyone except of course Mr Darcy, and Miss Elizabeth's refusal to dance with Mr Darcy. The part of the evening that surprised Hurst was Darcy's comment about Miss Elizabeth's fine eyes, and spoken to Miss Bingley of all people. Hurst had watched Darcy and noticed, as did his sister, that Darcy was paying a lot of attention to Miss Elizabeth. His countenance gave no indication as to his thoughts; Hurst admired Darcy's ability to apply a mask so readily as the need arose. Caroline, mistaking his look for displeasure at being in the presence of such company, had been so shocked that she remained silent for all of ten seconds when Darcy commented that the fine eyes he admired belonged to none other than Miss Elizabeth Bennet.

Hurst closed his eyes as he reclined in his chair. 'Oh Darcy. So a lady who was tolerable but not enough to tempt you a se'nnight ago now has fine eyes. I wonder if you have noticed the fire in those fine eyes and wondered why that fire is only aimed at you―I doubt it. Pride comes before the fall, my friend, pride comes before the fall.'

The other surprise was the quality of Sir William's brandy; it was excellent. Hurst enquired as to where his host had obtained such an excellent brandy. Sir William had replied that a barrel had been given to him fifteen years ago.

"It was a gift from a distant cousin, when I received my knighthood from the King."

"Your cousin is in the import business?" Hurst hoped to be able to get the man's directions, for it really was a very fine brandy.

Sir William laughed. "Oh no, Sir, he obtained this fine brandy from a friend and was kind enough to give it to me. He lives in Kent, near… Dymchurch, I believe, or some such place. The friend he acquired this fine brandy from is a doctor, though I know not if he is a doctor of medicine or divinity." Sir William paused and then let out a laugh. "It is rather suitable that my cousin obtained such a fine brandy from a gentleman called Syn."

Hurst laughed; a suitable name indeed.

ooOoo

When an invitation arrived at Netherfield from Colonel Forster, inviting the gentlemen to dine, Hurst was delighted. He enjoyed a good meal and was sure that Colonel Forster would provide one. There would be decent wine and good conversation without having to listen to his sister; all in all it had the makings of a perfect evening.

It did indeed prove to be a delightful evening, although there was little gossip to be learnt. Colonel Forster was an amiable gentleman and the officers of his company proved to be good conversationalists. The dishes served delighted Hurst's palette. The wine was indeed superior in quality as was the port and brandy. All three gentlemen enjoyed the evening and while Hurst rested in the carriage on the way home, Bingley wondered aloud if Miss Bennet enjoyed her evening with his sisters and if she might still be there.

"Unlikely," Darcy replied. "It is late, Bingley, I am sure Miss Bennet long ago returned to Longbourn."

Bingley sighed and for the remainder of the journey remained silent.

As the carriage pulled up at Netherfield, Hurst slipped open an eye and noticed candle light still shining brightly on the ground floor. He closed his barely open eye again as he took in a deep breath. 'Ah, Louisa and the sister from Hell are still awake,' he inwardly sighed as he opened his eyes and began to push himself off the seat to exit the carriage, 'and so ends an enjoyable evening.'

"Ah, Charles," Caroline greeted her brother, before smiling at Mr Darcy. "Miss Bennet became ill this evening. Though the illness is of little surprise; her parents allowed her to make her visit to us on horseback, when it was obvious to any fool that it would rain soon."

Charles, eyes wide, asked with concern, "Ill? Miss Bennet is ill?"

"Yes, brother," Miss Bingley said with the resignation of one who was dealing with a small child. "Miss Bennet was caught in the rain and became unwell during dinner. Mrs Colson has seen to her needs. Louisa and I had hoped that Miss Bennet would be well enough to return home but…"

"Oh no," Charles cried, "I insist she remains here until she is recovered. Did you summon the apothecary?"

"No, Charles," Caroline replied. "There is no need for such actions yet. I am sure she will be well in the morning."

The morning came and Miss Bennet's condition had worsened. Her throat was so sore she had difficulty talking. Although Miss Bingley would have been quite happy to see Miss Bennet depart, her brother would not hear of it. Jane greatly wished for the company of her sister and so she wrote a very sorry note to Elizabeth, begging her sister to visit her sickroom at Netherfield. Bingley, desiring to aid Miss Bennet is any way possible sent one of the stable lads to Longbourn; the boy was then to continue into Meryton with a note for Doctor Jones requesting his appearance at Netherfield as soon as he was able.

Despite a three mile walk, Miss Elizabeth was the first to arrive at Netherfield. Mrs Colson escorted Miss Elizabeth to her sister and once they were out of sight Miss Bingley began her assault. "Did you see her skirts? Why I do believe Miss Eliza's petticoats were six inches deep in mud! Such a disgrace, she looked positively wild. What can her parents be thinking of? First they allow Miss Bennet, sweet thing that she is, to ride despite the very real danger of rain and now they allow Miss Eliza to walk three miles. It is disgraceful. I am sure you do not approve of such behaviour, Mr Darcy. I fear her fine eyes may have dimmed in your estimation."

"No, Miss Bingley," Darcy replied, his demeanour staid. "I believe the exercise has only enhanced her beauty."

Miss Bingley was, once again, speechless, and scowled at Darcy's retreating back as he turned and walked away.

Out of sight of the others, Hurst stood by the parlour door and quietly chuckled. 'The next few days should prove to be very interesting, very interesting indeed.'

ooOoo

Hurst found the evenings most entertaining. From Hurst's position, slumped on a comfortable chair, he could surreptitiously watch and listen to all that went on around him. His glass resting on the occasional table next to him, also within easy reach was a large fern displayed in an equally large pot. Hurst was pleased the plant was holding up well despite the amount of alcohol its roots soaked up. Little attention was paid to Hurst, which was just as he liked it, so no one was aware that it was not him getting inebriated each evening but the fern that sat beside his chair. He was sure that had he not been a gentleman and the heir to his father's estate, he could have made his way as an actor.

As the first evening of Miss Elizabeth's stay at Netherfield progressed, Hurst felt sorry for Darcy. Miss Elizabeth had been encouraged to spend a little time with the family so as to have a break from her sister's sickroom, after some persuasion she acquiesced. Miss Bingley would have preferred Miss Eliza to remain secluded in the sickroom, but could not say so. When Caroline exhibited and played a lively jig, Darcy had asked Miss Elizabeth to dance. She, as with the previous times he had asked for that favour, refused. No one but Hurst saw the disappointment that briefly flashed through Darcy's blue eyes.

Once Miss Elizabeth returned to her sister's room and Darcy and Bingley had adjourned to the study to apparently discuss the estate, Hurst feigned sleep.

Believing there was no one to hear her, Caroline complained to her sister of Miss Eliza's behaviour and her obviously lack of social graces. She continued her rant for a further half an hour on the Bennets as a whole and Miss Eliza in particular. Hurst had difficulty to continue his ruse. 'Can Caroline truly not see how intelligent Miss Elizabeth is? It is Caro whose intellect is faulty as Miss Elizabeth's witty remarks go over her. But I do believe Darcy now sees the jewel before him.' This last thought gave Hurst a lot to ponder on.

Relieved when his wife had suggested that she and her sister retire to Caroline's chambers, Hurst waited a few minutes to ensure that the coast was clear. He then made his way to his room and rang for his valet, so that he might prepare for bed and discover the latest gossip. He determined to wake early the next morning; he needed to speak to Darcy before the rest of the house awoke. As he lay in his bed Hurst wondered if he should speak to his brother as well and warn him of what he had learnt that evening―the neighbourhood's awareness of Mrs Bennet's expectation that Bingley would soon make an offer for the hand of Miss Bennet.

ooOoo

Morning came quickly enough. Darcy, always an early riser, made his way to the breakfast room. Bingley's servants were well aware of his requirements and, as the gentleman always treated the staff well, they were happy to see to his well-being. As Darcy entered he expected no one to be in the room so he was greatly surprised to see Godfrey Hurst partaking in a cup of the coffee Mrs Colson set out for him.

"Hurst! Good morning."

"Ah, Darcy, good morning. I have no doubt you are surprised to have company this early in the morning, especially mine," he said with a smile. Hurst usually gave Darcy time to drink his coffee and depart on his ride before making his way to the dining room, but today he believed it behoved him to meet with Darcy while the rest of the family slept.

Darcy merely gave Hurst a slight smile and helped himself to a cup of strong coffee.

Once Darcy was seated Hurst decided to kill two birds with one stone. "You have known Bingley longer than I. Do you believe he is set on Miss Bennet?"

"Set on Miss Bennet? Why should you think such a thing?" Darcy asked in astonishment.

"He paid her exceeding attention at the assembly and when we were at Lucas Lodge. It would not surprise me if the young lady believed he was serious in his intentions." Hurst shrugged and thought, 'Not to mention her mother.'

Darcy frowned. "As you are aware, Bingley falling in love with a pretty angel is not an uncommon occurrence. I could see no affection on the lady's side. So I do not believe such action would be wise for my friend. I will warn him that he must be careful."

"But what if Miss Bennet is merely a shy or reserved young lady, unlike many of the Ton's fair maidens?"

"Surely not!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, I believe that is more likely the case than you imagine. I have heard talk of Miss Bennet and her sister Miss Elizabeth. It is common knowledge in the neighbourhood that both sisters, despite their mother's wishes, have made a pact only to marry for the deepest love. I have heard that Miss Bennet has already shown her intentions when two years ago she refused an offer from a gentleman. Mrs Bennet, by all accounts, was most displeased as the young man was the heir to an estate worth eight thousand a year."

"How did you hear of that?"

"Servants, my dear Darcy, they are the most reliable source of information known to man. So you see my brother to be quite safe from Mrs Bennet's machinations."

Darcy looked down at his coffee cup. A myriad of thoughts and emotions swept over Darcy's countenance as he pondered on all that Hurst had said.

Hurst glanced out of the window and saw Elizabeth Bennet walking towards the archway that led to the copse surrounding the open park land. "Now there is a fine example of womanhood," he said.

Darcy looked up and then turned his head to look in the same direction as Hurst, but saw no one. "Who was it?"

"Miss Elizabeth. She is obviously taking a break from the sick room. Now there is a young lady worth knowing," Hurst stated. "With her wit and intelligence she will make some lucky gentleman a fine wife one day. Of course," he continued, "as long as he does not believe she is tolerable but not handsome enough to tempt him. Only a proud fool would utter such words within a lady's hearing. Would you not agree, Darcy?"

Darcy saw the smile on Hurst's face and a knowing twinkle in his eyes. "I thought Bingley better than telling tales," he said frostily.

"Do not think badly of Bingley, it was not he."

"Then who, if not Bingley?"

"I believe one of the kitchen maids here is friendly with the sister of a maid at Longbourn." Seeing the look of puzzlement on Darcy's countenance he continued, "You were overheard."

"By a maid?"

Hurst shook his head at Darcy's question. "No, you fool," he said with a laugh, "by Miss Elizabeth. She was a barely few feet away from you. There was lull in music and conversation. Your words were clearly heard. All of Longbourn knows of your proud remarks. In fact, knowing the way that village gossip works, it would not surprise me if the whole of Meryton knew."

Darcy blanched. "I did not mean to offend her. It could have been Helen of Troy and my reply to Bingley would have been the same. I just wanted Bingley to desist; I was not in the mood to dance."

"Then why attend? Surely it would have been better if you had remained at Netherfield?"

"Remain at Netherfield and have your sister insist on keeping me company?" Darcy shook his head. "Thank you, but I think not."

Darcy continued to drink his coffee in silence. Two maids entered carrying trays of food and placed the dishes on the sideboard. Hurst stood, deciding that while Darcy was brooding he should partake in some of the delicious food available.

A good ten minutes passed before Darcy stood, pushing his chair back from the table. "I should find Miss Bennet and apologise."

"If you wish to improve yourself in her estimation, I believe that is a sound idea. At least you cannot descend much further in her opinion."

Darcy frowned again. "Did you see where she went?"

"Yes…"

ooOoo

Hurst laughed at the alacrity at which Darcy had left the room. Maybe there was hope for the man yet. Hurst picked up his plate and returned to the sideboard to see what other morsels took his fancy. Returning to the table with two large kippers, some fresh bread and butter, he sat down to enjoy the rest of his meal. To Hurst's mind this was the best time of the day. Louisa was rarely down at this time, not that he had anything against his wife―it was just the baggage that came with her. Hurst often wondered if he would have married Louisa if he had realised that Caroline would be part of the deal. The woman was a leech and had manners no better than the tradesman's daughter she was.

Elizabeth Bennet was enjoying her early morning walk. Jane was still asleep, as no doubt were the rest of the residents at Netherfield. She felt it dubious that any but the servants would be awake at this time. The Bingleys kept Town hours and no doubt the proud Mr Darcy would also.

It was peaceful in the wooded area adjoining the gardens; so wonderfully peaceful, except for the sounds of the countryside. A cockerel crowed in the distance. She could hear sparrows chirping in the trees surrounding her.

It was a shame she could not remain out of doors for long, but her dear sister would need her. So with a gentle sigh she made her way back to the house, taking the route which took her past the flowering Michaelmas daisies standing proud by the side entrance.

Hurst was still in the dining room when Elizabeth returned to the house, and was wiping up the juices from his plate with the remnants of a piece of bread.

"Miss Elizabeth, good morning. I trust both you and Miss Bennet slept well and you enjoyed your walk?"

"Good morning, Mr Hurst. I had not expected to see any of the family so early in the day. I slept well thank you and the walk was most refreshing. My sister is still asleep so I thought I would break my fast before returning to her."

Elizabeth made her way to the side board and poured a cup of tea, and helped herself to some toast and preserves.

As she walked back to the table, Hurst asked, "Did you meet anyone on your walk?" He was not surprised when she replied to the negative. He wondered how long Darcy would wander around the copse looking for Miss Elizabeth.

Elizabeth ate in silence. There was little she could think of to say to the gentleman, but she knew that politeness and courtesy dictated that she should have at least a little conversation with the brother of her host.

"Are you enjoying your stay at Netherfield, Mr Hurst?"

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth, I find that I am. Despite the storms that tend to brew in the vicinity, I am finding there is much entertainment to enjoy."

Elizabeth attempted not to frown or raise an eyebrow. 'Storms? Surely he is not calling the heavy shower we had on Tuesday a storm? It barely lasted a half hour.' Deciding Mr Hurst's idea of stormy weather was very different to her own; she smiled and said, "I believe the sport in the neighbourhood is very good. Netherfield has long been known to have a decent amount of birds."

"Ah yes, the birds are indeed fine. In fact there is a particular one that is causing Mr Darcy no end of consternation."

"Really?" Elizabeth replied, quite amazed at the thought of anything causing Mr Darcy upset.

"Oh yes. In fact I believe he is out in the woods as we speak hoping for a sighting," Hurst said with a guffaw.

Elizabeth could not help but laugh herself at the thought of the immaculately dressed Mr Darcy wandering Netherfield woods in the hope of spying a pheasant.

"Well I hope Mr Darcy has success." Elizabeth then took a final sip of her tea before rising from the table.

"So do I, Miss Elizabeth, so do I," replied Hurst.

Elizabeth smiled once more, informed Mr Hurst that she must return to her sister and wished him a pleasant day. As she walked from the room she pondered over the strange conversation she had just had. Hurst was still smiling as the door closed behind her.

With a fresh cup of coffee in front of him, Hurst looked out of the window wondering how long Darcy would wander the copse, or should he send a servant out to inform him the bird had flown. Those thoughts had barely crossed his mind when he saw the gentleman in question walking purposefully across the grass in the direction of the stables. Hurst smiled to himself. Although Darcy was too far away for Hurst to see the gentleman's countenance, he was sure Mr Darcy was frustrated. 'And so the game goes on,' he mused.

ooOoo

Jane was still sleeping when Elizabeth returned to her room. Watching her sister sleep, her breathing even and gentle, she was pleased to see that although Jane was still quite pale, her complexion was not as wan as it had been the previous day. Surely a day or two more in bed, and with Mrs Greenhill's excellent broth, Jane would be well enough to return to Longbourn.

By the time Darcy returned from his ride some of the frustration he felt at not coming across Miss Elizabeth as she walked had faded, but when he entered the dining room it did not take long to return. Both Bingley and Hurst where sat at the table; their ladies, thankfully, were still in their chambers.

After replying to Bingley's inquiry if he had enjoyed his ride, Darcy was annoyed to hear that Miss Elizabeth had returned to the house and broken her fast with Hurst not five minutes after he had left the room.

Miss Elizabeth remained above stairs with her sister and did not join the party for luncheon, taking a tray with Jane in her room. The three gentlemen, with Mrs Hurst and Miss Bingley, were seated in the drawing room, having not long finished their repast when the butler informed Bingley that Mrs Bennet had called to enquire on the wellbeing of Miss Bennet.

"Show her in at once, Gutteridge, and send word to Miss Elizabeth of her mother's arrival." Bingley then stood and walked towards the door to greet his visitor. The visitor turned out to be visitors as Mrs Bennet entered the drawing room with her two youngest, and silliest, daughters following behind her.

Hurst surreptitiously glanced around the room. Darcy had stood up to greet Mrs Bennet and the mask, Hurst was used to seeing when Darcy was in public, had descended before the lady and her daughters had fully entered the room. Caroline was sending Louisa silent messages, all regarding her obvious disdain of the Bennet family. Hurst briefly closed his eyes before standing to greet the ladies. It looked as though the storm was coming from the east.

Jane's chamber faced east, it allowed the rising sun to warm the room and it also gave a view of drive. Elizabeth watched as her father's carriage approached.

"Jane, I believe Mama has come to call."

Jane lifted her head from her pillow. "Oh, I should dress," she said, her voice still weak from the illness.

Elizabeth turned from the window and was horrified to see her sister attempting to rise from her bed. "No Jane, no!" Elizabeth rushed to her sister's side. "You must not get up yet. I will bring Mama up to visit, but you, dear sister, are to remain where you are or it will be days before you are well enough to return home."

Jane sighed. "Very well, Lizzy, I will do as you ask."

"Good. Now lay back and rest, and I will return soon." Elizabeth bent forward and kissed her sister on her brow. She then turned and was making her way to the door when the maid sent by Gutteridge, knocked and entered the room.

Elizabeth could hear her mother before Gutteridge opened the door. Taking a deep breath and with a smile fixed to her face, she entered the drawing room.

Hurst watched the proceedings from his usual seat near the conveniently large plant pot. Mrs Bennet fawned over Bingley, while praising her eldest daughter and profusely expressing her deep concern for her poor Jane's health.

Every-so-often her lace handkerchief would be raised to pat away tears, Hurst was unsure if they were real or imaginary. 'It would appear Miss Bennet's mother is as good an actress as my dear sister.' But Bingley said all the right things and promised that Miss Bennet would not be removed from Netherfield until she was completely recovered. Mrs Bennet appeared satisfied.

Hurst saw Miss Elizabeth's embarrassment at her mother's behaviour; he then looked towards the window where Darcy stood, apparently looking out at the dull October afternoon. With no sun the room would be somewhat dark if not for the candles that were flickering brightly. Hurst realised that those candles allowed Darcy to see quite easily the room behind him―Darcy was not looking out at the garden but was watching Miss Elizabeth's reflection in the window pane.

Once a giggling Lydia has persuaded Bingley to hold a ball, Mrs Bennet thanked the Bingleys again for their kindness and generosity to her dear Jane, then, calling for her daughters to attend her, said her farewells and sailed out of the room.

Gutteridge closed the drawing room door firmly behind them, which allowed Caroline to start her tirade on the disgraceful behaviour of the Bennet girls and their vulgar mother.

Once well into the hallway, Elizabeth turned to her mother. "Mama, do you wish to see Jane?"

"No, no. She needs to rest. Now I am relying on you, Lizzy, to ensure Jane is well and keeps her bloom. Do not fail me or your sister." These last words were said with some force. Mrs Bennet would be very displeased with her second daughter if her eldest did not keep her beauty and have every opportunity to ensnare Mr Bingley. "And no returning home early, Miss, do you understand me? I expect Jane to remain in Mr Bingley's company for at least a se'nnight."

ooOoo

The morning after his talk with Hurst, Darcy awoke early and took himself out into the grounds of Netherfield. He remained at the edge of the copse, with an easy view of the house, for nearly two hours before giving up. He discovered during the evening that Miss Elizabeth had taken her walk later in the morning, while her sister slept. It appeared that every attempt Darcy made to speak with Elizabeth was doomed to failure.

When he retired that evening, sleep was a long time coming. He lay in bed, his mind filled with a dark haired, dark eyed, beauty that tempted him greatly. 'On the morrow I must find a way to speak with Miss Bennet privately. I must apologise for my bad manners, my behaviour was not that of a gentleman. But I must be careful of how I speak to her, for I do not wish to raise her expectations. Or do I? Hurst is right; she is a fine woman, witty and charming, well read and her mien is pleasing to the eye. She does not fawn but speaks her mind. Marriage to one such as she would never be boring.' Then he thought of her mother and then her younger sisters, and cringed. 'No, for there is a disgrace waiting to happen if ever there was one.'

A restless night did not improve Darcy's mien when he rose. Miss Bingley gave him not a moment's peace, no matter where he went within the house Caroline Bingley appeared there as well. Her fawning behaviour towards him and her disdain of the Bennets was beginning to wear on his patience. However the evening brought back his good humour when he and Miss Elizabeth, with occasional input from Miss Bingley, debated what was required for a lady to be truly accomplished. Darcy watched Miss Elizabeth closely that evening; he delighted in the fire in her eyes as she put forward her point of view.

The following day Darcy made no attempt to speak with Miss Elizabeth but he continued to watch her closely when they were in company with Bingley and his family. But the end of the third day Darcy wondered if perhaps Hurst was not so well informed after all. Surely the debates he and Miss Elizabeth were enjoying was evidence of her appreciation of him; any offence she had felt by his words at the Assembly must now be a thing of the past. Darcy slept well that night, firm in the belief that Miss Elizabeth Bennet thought well of him.

ooOoo

Darcy left his room; the autumn early morning sunshine had beckoned him and he was eager to ride Storm before the household awoke. He was sure they would both benefit from a gallop across the fields. Quietly he made his way along the corridor towards the stairs. As he approached Miss Bennet's chambers he slowed and wondered if Elizabeth was already with her sister; it was then that he heard her voice. The door to the chamber was slightly ajar and Elizabeth's voice was clear. Darcy knew he should not, it was after all impolite, intrusive and not worthy of a gentleman, but he could not help himself; his feet froze to the floor.

"Dear sister, I know you think well of everyone, but I assure you Mr Darcy is the most arrogant and disagreeable gentleman it has ever been my misfortune to meet."

"Oh surely not, Lizzy. He is Mr Bingley's friend, he cannot be so bad."

"Ha, maybe Mr Bingley counts him as a friend so that he might always remember how a gentleman should not behave."

"Oh, Lizzy." Elizabeth's laughter died as her sister began to cough.

"Here, dearest, take a sip of water."

The silence lengthened. Darcy held his breath and began to wonder if their conversation was at an end when he heard Miss Bennet's voice.

"But Mr Bingley…"

Elizabeth cut off her sister's words. "I know, Jane. You believe that Mr Bingley is not capable of such a thing, and you may be right. Mayhap Mr Darcy behaves differently with his close friends. He certainly does not stare at Miss Bingley to find fault; no I am the only recipient of his constant disdainful looks.

"Oh, my dear Jane, I do hope you are well again soon so that we might return home. I know Mama will not be pleased, but even our mother's nerves and our sisters' silliness is preferable to the discomfort of spending many more evenings in the company of Mr Bingley's sisters and Mr Darcy.

"Now that is enough talk of that insufferable man. I shall ring the bell and ask the maid to bring…."

Darcy blocked out all further talk; he should have known no good can ever come of eavesdropping. He could scarce believe what he had heard; Hurst was right, Miss Elizabeth despised him. Darcy forced himself to move; he turned and slowly made his way back to his room, all thoughts of a ride gone. He paced his chamber, his mind was now full of what he had learnt and he wondered how he could ever make things right. 'I must apologise as soon as may be. If I cannot do so in private so be it, but I must and will apologise before this day in done.'

The day dragged on in abominable slowness for Darcy. Elizabeth remained in her sister's chambers until late afternoon and Darcy was beginning to fear that she would avoid his company for the rest of the day. How could he apologise and try to make amends for his ungentlemanly action if she would not leave her sister's bedchamber. So it was that relief coursed through him as Elizabeth Bennet walking into the drawing room where the company had gathered before going into dinner.

Bingley jumped up from his seat. "Ah, Miss Elizabeth, I am so pleased you are able to join us. How fares your dear sister? I do hope there is some improvement in her wellbeing."

"Thank you, Mr Bingley. I am pleased to report that when Doctor Jones called this afternoon he was pleased to find Jane improved and has said that if she feels well enough on the morrow she may join the company for an hour or so in the afternoon. I am hopeful that in a few more days Jane will be well enough that we might return to Longbourn."

"I will not hear of you leaving before Miss Bennet is fully recovered," Bingley adamantly replied. "I am sure that I also speak for my sisters when I say, I would never forgive myself if Miss Bennet's condition should worsen due to her departure from Netherfield before she should."

Neither Elizabeth nor Bingley saw Caroline's reaction to his words―Miss Bingley was exceedingly displeased that her unwanted guests would remain at Netherfield for the foreseeable future.

Worried that Elizabeth would return to her sister immediately the meal was ended Darcy quietly told Bingley that it was important that he sit next to Miss Elizabeth as there was something important that he need to discuss with her.

Bingley, not questioning the reason for his friend's request, said he would accompany Caroline into dinner. "…If you might accompany our guest?"

"It would be my pleasure," Darcy replied, then in a whisper that only Bingley could hear, said, "Thank you, my friend."

Miss Bingley was unhappy with her brother. Angry that he had insisted on accompanying her into dinner, leaving Mr Darcy to be obliged to attend to Miss Eliza when she should have been on his arm, Caroline ignored her brother and conversed with her sister who sat on her other side.

The second course had been served before Darcy found the courage to speak. "Miss Elizabeth?" Seeing that he had the lady's attention, he continued, "Miss Elizabeth, I… I wish to humbly apologise for my ungentlemanly behaviour."

"Your behaviour, Sir?" Elizabeth could barely believe what she was hearing.

"At the assembly, I was… I was worried about a family matter. My mind was much taken up with it and so was elsewhere. When Bingley spoke, urging me to dance, I just wanted to remain with my thoughts of my…. What I am trying to say, Miss Elizabeth, is that I spoke a great untruth that night. It could have been Helen of Troy sitting before me and my ungentlemanly response would have been the same. I fear I have difficulty in…." Darcy sighed. Elizabeth was looking directly at him; he saw the questioning look in her eyes and hoped she saw the truth his.

"Miss Elizabeth, I pray you can find in goodness of your heart to forgive me. If I could turn back the clock and begin again, believe me I would."

There was silence in the room; all who sat at the table had heard Darcy's final statement.

Not waiting for Elizabeth to reply, Miss Bingley was the first to speak, her tone one of shock. "How can you say such a thing, Mr Darcy, for all know that you are man above reproach and only speak the truth? I am sure Miss Eliza has nothing to forgive."

"I assure you, Miss Bingley, you are wrong. No one is without fault and I will readily admit to my mistakes so that I might try to improve and make amends." Darcy then turned his head to look directly at Elizabeth. "I hope with your forgiveness I can make myself a better man, one worthy of… your friendship." 'I want more, so much more, but dare not ask for it.'

Elizabeth looked at her plate, slowly replaced her cutlery which she still held in her hands and then looked up at Mr Darcy. A smile graced her lips, its warmth spread to her eyes. "You are forgiven, Mr Darcy," was her whispered reply.

Darcy closed his eyes briefly as he let go of a deep breath with a loud exhale. "Thank you, Miss Elizabeth."

The remainder of the dinner passed quietly and uneventfully. Miss Bingley remained silent, she could not believe that Mr Darcy had apologised so openly to Eliza Bennet and worried about what such an expression of regret could mean. Rumination gave little comfort and Caroline greatly wished they could all return to Town and be far, far, away from Miss Eliza Bennet and her arts and allurements. Her mood did not improve as she listened to Darcy and Elizabeth discuss their preferences in the works of Shakespeare. At times Hurst's conversation with her brother drowned out their words, so it happened that Caroline failed to hear Darcy ask Elizabeth if he might join her on her morning walk, and her acceptance. As soon as the meal ended Elizabeth excused herself from the party and returned to her sister, much to Miss Bingley's relief.

ooOoo

Darcy woke before dawn the following morning. He was up, dressed and carefully making his way down the stairs by the light of a lantern as the first rays of light came over the horizon. He needed to find the housekeeper so that he could engage a maid to accompany Miss Elizabeth; he had hoped to do so the evening before but, by the time he had managed to escape from Miss Bingley's attentions, Mrs Colson had retired for the night.

Mrs Colson was surprised to see a gentleman up at such an early hour. "Mr Darcy, Sir, is there anything the matter?"

"No, no, Mrs Colson, but I would be grateful for your assistance. I hope to accompany Miss Elizabeth on her early morning walk and I was wondering if there was a maid available who would be willing to walk with us."

"Oh. Yes, of course." The housekeeper thought for a moment and then smiled. "Yes, I think I know just the girl to accompany Miss Elizabeth. Young Martha Brown is fond of walking. I shall arrange for Martha to join you at the entrance." With a quick bob of the curtsey Mrs Colson quickly made her way down the corridor towards the kitchens. Darcy made his way to the entrance to wait for Miss Elizabeth and Martha.

Elizabeth also awoke before dawn, but she was not so eager to rise. Although she had agreed that Mr Darcy might accompany her on her morning walk, she had done so with a slight reluctance and would have refused but she did not wish him to feel that she still held any enmity towards him. After dawdling over her attire for a full twenty minutes, she shook her head and scolded herself. 'Elizabeth Bennet you are a peagoose. Mr Darcy apologises most humbly and even offers the hand of friendship. Where are your wits? Where is your courage?' With those thoughts in her mind, Elizabeth donned her cloak, gloves and bonnet, and slipped out of the room.

Darcy waited patiently with Martha and the footman who stood ready to open the front door, his eyes firmly fixed on the stairway. The loud ticking of the large hall clock was a constant reminder that time was passing with no sign of Elizabeth.

"Good morning, Miss Elizabeth." Darcy's heart had lightened as he watched her make her way down the stairway towards him. "Martha will accompany us on our walk."

"Good morning, Mr Darcy." Elizabeth then looked to the maid and smiled. "Thank you for agreeing to accompany us this morning, Martha."

Martha bobbed a quick curtsey. "'Tis my pleasure, Miss."

"Shall we, Miss Bennet?" Darcy enquired as the footman opened the door.

Elizabeth smiled at the footman and walked out of the door ahead of Mr Darcy; the young kitchen maid followed behind.

Elizabeth's quick steps soon had her on the lawn and then she suddenly stopped, stood still and tall, and took in a deep breath. Darcy stood nearby and watched her with growing admiration.

"This, Mr Darcy, is my favourite part of the day. It is so peaceful as a new day is dawning."

Darcy was lost in the beauty radiating from her as she spoke. Suddenly he realised she was silently looking at him, one eyebrow quizzically raised. "Do I have a blemish on my nose, Mr Darcy?"

Embarrassed, Darcy quickly began to reply, "Oh, no, no. I was just…." 'What you fool? Admiring your beauty? Lost in your fine eyes? Dear God man, think!' "I was just lost in your words, for this too is my favourite time of the day. It is a time to think and enjoy nature, before the busyness of the day and responsibilities of life take over." Darcy then offered his arm. "Shall we begin our walk, Miss Elizabeth?" His lips curved into a gentle smile.

Reaching out, Elizabeth placed her hand on his out stretched arm. "Of course, Mr Darcy. Will you tell me about Derbyshire? I believe the vista is very different from what we have here. My dear Aunt Gardiner grew up in that county and has a great affection for it."

"Where in Derbyshire did your Aunt live?"

"The village is called Lambton."

"Lambton? I know that village well; it is but five miles from my estate. If you do not mind me asking, what was your aunt's maiden name?"

"I believe it was Greyson, and her father was…"

"The vicar of St Michael's," interpolated Darcy. "He was a good man and I was sorry to hear of his passing; his congregation in Lambton missed him greatly." They were silent for a moment, before Darcy continued, "Now let me tell you about the beauties of Derbyshire, for it is my favourite county in the whole of England." And so they walked on while he told Elizabeth all about the countryside that he called home.

It was an hour before they returned to the house, though the time had passed quickly and Elizabeth could scarce believe that they had been walking and talking for that amount of time. After readily agreeing to accompany Miss Elizabeth on the following morning, Martha hurriedly made her way to the kitchens. Elizabeth thanked Darcy for his company before making her way up the stairs to her sister's chamber. As soon as she stepped away Darcy turned and spoke to Mr Gutteridge before entering the dining room; he wanted to ensure Martha would not get into trouble with Cook for being away from her position for so long.

Entering the dining room, Darcy noticed Bingley already seated and enjoying his repast of poached kippers and coddled eggs. "Good morning, Darcy. I had thought to find you here before me."

"I went for a walk. The weather is fine and, as you know, I enjoy the peace that comes with this part of the day." Darcy helped himself to some ham and eggs and as he sat down at the table he looked at his friend. "So Bingley, today we will become better acquainted with your tenants."

Bingley was unable to verbally reply, his mouth too full of food, so instead he nodded his head enthusiastically.

ooOoo

Elizabeth opened the door leading to her sister's chamber as silently as she was able.

"Lizzy, did you enjoy your walk?"

Elizabeth smiled at Jane, who was sat up in her bed. "Yes, I did. I had not thought I would, but I did," she said with a hint of surprise in her voice. "But, I should have returned sooner. Sister, have you been awake long?"

"No, not long. Have you broken your fast?"

"No, I thought I would do so with you, dear Jane. Doctor Jones will be here soon; hopefully he will say that you may join the family today."

Doctor Jones did allow that Jane might leave her chambers for an hour or so, but no more than two, later in the day and if there was no relapse in her health then she may increase the amount of time spent in company the following day. He would call again on Friday, which was two day hence, and if all was well with Jane, they would return to Longbourn the following day.

Elizabeth relayed the good news to the others at luncheon. Bingley was delighted and declared that the planned visits to the remaining Netherfield tenants that afternoon must wait until the morrow.

Miss Bingley was torn between delight and displeasure. Delight because this meant that the Bennet sisters would leave Netherfield by the week's end, but displeasure at Miss Bennet and Miss Eliza spending more time in the company of her brother and Mr Darcy.

The hour and a half break from the sickroom was enjoyable for Jane. Mr Bingley showed great attention to her, much to Miss Bingley's irritation, and the time passed all too quickly for Jane, but not for others in the room.

When Elizabeth awoke the following morning, she found she was looking forward to her walk and there was no hesitation in her actions as there had been the day before. Once again Mr Darcy and Martha were waiting for her as she descended the stairs. That day Darcy and Elizabeth spoke of their likes and dislikes; to Elizabeth surprise they had much in common. Both enjoyed reading, playing chess, the arts and partaking in a good debate; both enjoyed nature and preferred to countryside to Town, although they also agreed that the bookshops and the theatrical performances were of a higher standard in Town.

Jane joined the company in time for luncheon. Once they had eaten, Miss Bingley tried to separate the sexes by insisting that her brother and Mr Darcy must have much estate business to discuss and the ladies should retire to Miss Bingley's sitting room. Much to Caroline's frustration, her brother would not hear of it.

Darcy was grateful that the weather remained clement; although the clouds threatened rain none had been forthcoming to prevent their walk on the third morning. That day they spoke of family. Darcy learnt that Elizabeth loved all her family, but was well aware of their failings. Elizabeth learnt of Darcy's love for his only sister and how close he had come to losing her to a charming blackguard with not a stiver of decency about him. Elizabeth grieved for the pain her friend, for that was now how she thought of Darcy, and his young sister had suffered. She promised their secret would be safe as not a word of it would pass her lips.

On returning to the house Elizabeth, as on the previous mornings, went immediately to her sister's room. Both sisters awaited Doctor Jones' visit with anticipation, although if Elizabeth was honest with herself, as much as she wanted her sister fully recovered, her rush to depart Netherfield had waned. It was with mixed feelings that she and Jane told the party at luncheon that they would be returning to their father's home on the morrow.

The sun was shining on the fourth morning, although its brightness was lost on Elizabeth. She knew that this would be her last early morning walk with Mr Darcy and she also knew that she would miss this time. What she could not understand, and what had kept her awake for hours the night before, was how a gentleman who had not so many days before been the most disagreeable, proud, dour gentleman it had ever been her misfortune to be in company with, had in such a short time become agreeable to her senses and a dear friend. What they spoke while walking that morning Elizabeth would have been hard-put to say.

They were half way across the lawn, making their way back to house, when Darcy suddenly stopped.

ooOoo

Miss Bingley woke early on Saturday morning; she stretched and a smile graced her lips. Today would see the back of those Bennet sisters and she would speak to her brother again about returning to London for a while, or forever if she had her way.

Rising she wrapped her robe about her and walked toward the window. The family rooms faced out onto the gardens; Caroline would have preferred a room at the front of the house so that she might discreetly observe the coming and goings, she would have much preferred to watch her brother's carriage take Miss Bennet and Miss Eliza home from her window than have to pretend sorrow at their parting in the hallway.

On reaching the window, Miss Bingley looked out over the lawn and was shocked to see Mr Darcy and Miss Eliza. She opened her window in the hope of being able to hear what was being said, but the breeze was blowing away from the house and although she could see that Darcy was speaking, much to her frustration, she could not hear any words clearly.

Curiosity kept her gaze fixed on the couple below. Caroline watched as Eliza gave a nod of her head in agreement at whatever Mr Darcy had said, but then horror engulfed her as Darcy took hold of Elizabeth's gloved hand and raised it to his lips gently bestowing a lingering kiss. As his head rose to look down on the woman by his side, Darcy smiled and rested her hand on his arm and covered it with his hand. Caroline had never seen Darcy smile so widely. Hand to her mouth she held back a cry as an angry tear escaped. Seeing any chance she may have had with Mr Darcy disappearing with the mist of the morning, Caroline stamped her foot in frustration. 'I hate Eliza Bennet. I wish we had never come to this wretched county.'

As the happy couple disappeared from her view a furious Miss Bingley slammed the window shut with such force that one of the panes cracked under the pressure. She then collapsed on her bed and wept at the loss of Pemberley.

Although Miss Bingley may not have heard Darcy's and Elizabeth's conversation, Martha assuredly did. The young girl was fit to bursting when she returned to the kitchen; but she had given her word and could not say anything about Mr Darcy's request for courtship or Miss Elizabeth's acceptance until the gentleman had spoken to Mr Bennet. That Saturday was the longest day in young Martha Brown's life until a bemused Gutteridge entered the cook's domain with a message for her.

"Martha, Mr Darcy said to tell you it is agreed."

The girl smiled and clasped her hands together with excitement and joy. "Oh I am so pleased," she cried. "Mr Darcy asked Miss Elizabeth for courtship on their walk this morning; it was so romantic." Martha let out a small sigh. "Mr Darcy said I could tell you all once Mr Bennet had given his permission and it was all agreed."

ooOoo

It was a cold but bright February day when Elizabeth Bennet shed the name she had carried since her birth and became Elizabeth Darcy. Her happiness was complete when she shared that most precious of days with her dear sister, Jane, and her new brother, Charles Bingley.

Darcy would always consider Hurst as a dear friend; for without Hurst's penchant for gossip and his words to him that morning, Darcy's road to happiness with his most beloved wife may have been very bumpy indeed.

The End