A/N- Thank you so much for all the wonderful advice and reviews. I have decided to complete this story before I try rewriting it, since we only have a few chapters to go before the end. I realise that's not really enough to do the ending justice, but I had to cut out several parts that did not fit in with the story. I may include them when I do my rewriting, or maybe post them as one shots. I may even write a sequel about Edward, who is fast becoming my favourite character. I'm full of ideas right now and I really hope you all enjoy them and coming updates as much as you enjoyed the previous ones.

The eldest Bennet sisters were left rather dissatisfied after their return from the Lucas's. Elizabeth felt that she had barely exchanged greetings with Mr Darcy before he was lured away. She had been glad to see him more friendly with her neighbours, but felt a little insecure all the same. She feared, for a while, that his interest in her was beginning to wane, despite Georgiana's assurance that her brother was completely in love and would soon propose.

It was Jane who set her mind at ease before she could even voice her concerns.

'I spoke to Mr Darcy today', she started as soon as they were alone.

'You did?', asked Elizabeth, her interest aroused instantly.

Jane nodded, keenly aware of her sister's focused gaze.

'He is far friendlier than we originally suspected.'

For an instant, Lizzy wondered if Mr Darcy had decided that he liked Jane more than he liked her, for he certainly hadn't spoken much with her. However, she regretted that thought almost instantly, and returned her attention to Jane.

'He mentioned that Mr Bingley was too unwell to attend.', Jane continued.

'Oh, Jane! Is it serious?', asked Lizzy, suddenly realising why Jane looked so unhappy, and reproaching herself for being so occupied with herself that she had no thought left for her sister.

'I think not', sighed Jane.

'Perhaps we ought to send someone to enquire about his health tomorrow', suggested Lizzy.

'I was considering going myself', said Jane. 'I thought perhaps I could bring him some flowers.'

'Is it not usually the gentlemen who send flowers to their lady loves?', asked Lizzy, unable to restrain her teasing.

As she had anticipated, Jane coloured at once.

'I thought it would be proper now that Mr Bingley is courting me', she said softly.

'Oh, Jane! Of course it is proper! I was only teasing!', said Lizzy, embracing her sister.

'I would not like to be too forward, Lizzy', she confessed.

'Jane, you are being courted by the gentleman who has shown a marked interest in you ever since he met you. It would not hurt you to show that you admire him as he admires you.'

'He is indeed courting me. Or so he said', said Jane, whispering the last part as though she half thought she should not say so.

Lizzy heard, of course. She was no longer thinking of her own worries.

'Is something wrong, Jane?', she asked, concern etched over her face.

'It is quite inconsequential', replied Jane, still looking disturbed.

'Even so, it is troubling you. Please, Jane, do tell me.'

'You will think me silly ', said Jane, looking decidedly uncomfortable.

'That would be something unheard of. Jane, if it troubles you, it does matter. If it did not, you would have been the first to brush it aside. Come now, tell me what ails you ', entreated Elizabeth.

'This time I truly am fussing over nothing, Lizzy.'

'Jane. I hate to force a confidence. I merely wished to help. If you would so prefer, I will back off.'

'Oh Lizzy! It's just that... Mr Bingley has been courting me for a while now. '

Lizzy nodded encouragingly, and Jane continued.

'I am no expert in such matters, but I believe it is a common practice for gentlemen to gift...', Jane trailed off.

Lizzy fell silent.

'It is not that I desire expensive gifts', continued Jane desperately, 'But Mr Bingley has given no indication that he truly likes me ever since we started courting. I know I have nothing to complain of, for he has always been so attentive to me, but I cannot help but worry that he no longer cares for me.'

'I understand, Jane. I share your fears', confessed Lizzy.

'You! But Lizzy, Mr Darcy is clearly smitten by you, and has said so. And did he not agree to meet you in the woods?'

'And did Mr Bingley not make it apparent that he could barely keep his eyes off you? Jane, perhaps we ought to try to have more faith in the gentlemen we care for. They have made their intentions amply clear, and surely we are not such poor judges of character that we misunderstood them.'

'You are right, Lizzy. I worry needlessly.'

'Nay, Jane. Your feelings are quite understandable but there is nothing we can do but have faith. I only wish I could help.'

'You did help, Lizzy, just by listening', said Jane, squeezing her sister's hand, 'You are quite right, I know you are. And believe me, you have no cause to worry. All through our conversation, Mr Darcy kept looking for you and speaking of you. He may not be courting you, but I do not doubt his intentions.'

Lizzy smiled gratefully, and moved the conversation to a lighter note.

'Do you fancy Kitty is glad to see John Lucas again after all this time?'

Jane understood that her sister did not wish to dwell on unpleasant thoughts, and the two women spoke of more amusing subjects before dropping off to sleep.

A/N- I really hope that chapter was satisfactory, even though it was just a filler. My writing is a little rusty, but thanks to I'mLizzyBennet, it's typo free, so we all owe her thanks. Do let me know if you enjoyed it, and I'll try to update something more substantial within the next month. Love, Lily.