Wretched Beginnings 1813

by Mother of Pearl Fetish

Continuation of Wretched Beginnings 1812. Prepare a tea tray…there's more to the journey. After Lady Catherine experiences a decline in health…there are changes for the de Bourgh, Fitzwilliam, Darcy, Bennet, Bingley and Collins families. Strong female characters. Jane Austen owns the P&P plots, characters, etc.

21. Chapter 21

Wretched Beginnings 1813 – Chapter 21

Christmas

Hunsford Rectory felt full to its rafters. The de Bourgh box pew held Miss Anne and the Fitzwilliams. The first pew before it held the Darcys, Bingleys, Mr. Hamilton, the Bennets, Kitty and Mary. After the special Christmas service, Vicar Collins conducted the christening ceremony for George. Mrs. Clements dressed George in the new christening gown, and brought him to church to be christened. "I baptize George Bennet Collins in the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen." William Collins gently poured water on his infant son's head as his godparents, Catherine Augusta Bennet and John Daniel Hamilton held him. Curate Stevenson stood at the ready, as George's second godfather. Everyone in church cheered loudly for the newest member of the community.

Mary dressed for the christening in a chestnut kerseymere dress, her chocolate redingote, and bonnet with chocolate ribbons. She invited her sisters, their husbands, and Mr. Hamilton to a special midday meal to celebrate George's christening. George was held and cooed at by his godparents, parents and interested aunts. Mary saw the looks exchanged between Lizzy and Darcy, Jane, and Bingley.

Mary excused herself and fled to the kitchen to talk to Mrs. Manning. She had a special request which needed fulfilled for Boxing Day. After speaking to Mrs. Manning, she allowed Mr. Hill to guide her to the stillroom. "Mr. Bennet had me bring a dozen bottles of mead and apple wine. Mrs. Hill packed a basket for you with a large bouquet of dried lavender and large bags of a dozen herbs. She especially wanted you to know there is a bag of dried willow bark."

"This is unexpected," Mary said with surprise. "Thank you so much. Thank you for coming with Father and Mother. Thank you for agreeing to work at the parsonage on Boxing Day."

"Tis our pleasure, Mrs. Mary," Mr. Hill acknowledged. "We like your Mr. and Mrs. Manning. Congratulations on the birth of Master George."

"Thank you, I have been quite fortunate to have the staff I do, and to have Mr. Collins and Master George." Mary returned to the drawing room.

Mr. Collins held George as Mary opened presents. Mr. Hamilton bestowed a silver porringer on his godson. Kitty gave a silver cup, fork and spoon from Lydia, the Bennets and her. Jane gifted a silver and mother of pearl rattle and teething ring. Lizzy choose a silver bank with a guinea in it for George's christening gift. Miss Darcy gifted a stuffed rabbit she made from brown velveteen. Miss Anne gave George a wooden Noah's Ark with a dozen pairs of carved wooden animals. "George, look, a zebra…" Mr. Collins pranced the animal up George's body and laughed when his son's long fingers wrapped around a zebra leg, and he exhibited a huge yawn.

Mr. Fitzwilliam gave George a set of toy soldiers with a note of thanks to Mrs. Collins. Now he would be able to get down on the floor and play with his nieces, nephews and little cousins. Viscount and Lady Fitzwilliam gave the Collinses a dark wicker pram for George, with their thanks for Mary healing their brother and cousin. They were pleased at his impending marriage to Anne de Bourgh.

"Oh my!" Mrs. Bennet exclaimed over the gift of a rocking horse from the Earl and Countess of Matlock for George. The well-crafted, small rocking horse, was especially made for a toddler boy. Adorned with a soft leather saddle on highly polished wood, it was a beautiful gift. The Countess noted she looked forward to becoming a grandmother since Miss Anne and Mr. Richard would marry during the Season.

Mary rang the bell for Mrs. Clements. Mr. Collins relinquished George while Mary requested she clean the christening clothes well, so Mary could store them away for the next Collins baby. Mr. Manning carried George's gifts to his room. He set the pram in an unused alcove near the front door.

"You should have used the Bennet christening gown. Unless it is too shabby for you and your friends at Rosings." Mrs. Bennet barely hid her vexation for how the holiday events were being conducted. Mary did not ask Mrs. Bennet for her opinion about food or events. Lydia was slighted at the ball. Every time Lydia wanted to dance with one of the men she knew, they were visiting with Mr. Bennet in the library or dancing with someone else. They did not have first set seating during the supper. Mrs. Bennet hated riding in the Collins' carriage back to the parsonage at the end of the ball when three of her daughters stayed at Rosings. Now she was at a christening meal celebrating the child she told Mary not to have!

"I didn't want to use the Bennet christening gown before Jane had the opportunity to use it." Mary asserted, but kept her suspicions about Jane being enceinte to herself.

"I don't know why you didn't have Miss de Bourgh and Colonel Fitzwilliam as George's godparents," Mrs. Bennet sniped. "I expected you to ask them since you are particular friends with Miss Anne."

"Miss Anne de Bourgh and Mr. Fitzwilliam are more suitable as godparents to their cousins and friends of their station. Mr. Hamilton is a particular friend of Mr. Collins. They attended Oxford together. Miss Anne and the Fitzwilliams could not join us as they are hosting a Christmas celebration for her staff. Shall we go through?" Mary announced to the room, pulling the men away from the fireplace and their conversations. She took Mr. Collins arm and led the way to the dining room.

Mr. and Mrs. Bennet were seated next to Mary. Bingley sat next to Mrs. Bennet with Jane by his side. Lizzy sat next to Mr. Bennet with Darcy at her side. Kitty sat between Darcy and Mr. Hamilton who sat next to Mr. Collins. Curate Stevenson sat between Jane and Lydia who sat next to Mr. Collins. Lydia had no conversation as Mr. Collins spoke with Mr. Hamilton about Oxford and Curate Stevenson about the services for Evensong.

Several times during the meal, when Mrs. Bennet attempted to ascertain Mr. Hamilton's position and portion, Mary or Mr. Collins redirected the conversation.

"Thank you for the lovely meal Mary. Are the tomatoes from the Rosings hot house?" Darcy aided Mary to redirect Mrs. Bennet's single-minded quest to foist Lydia off on the unsuspecting Mr. Hamilton.

"Yes, Miss Anne gave me a corner for growing things like the new peas and potatoes I served Papa at dinner two evenings ago, and today's tomatoes." Mary smiled. "I collected several of their hothouse flowers for table today."

"I am heartily sorry to have missed your creamed peas and potatoes," Darcy affected a swoon. "I cannot wait for the garden at Pemberley to produce in the spring. Mrs. Reynolds sends her grateful thanks for the receipts you shared with Elizabeth."

"We use our flower bowl weekly for Sunday breakfasts and dinners," Lizzy interrupted a snipe about common receipts and special holiday dinner menus from Mrs. Bennet. The centerpiece was six-hour candles, holly and evergreen boughs, Christmas roses and prettily entwined white lace ribbons and white silk ribbons.

"The flower bowl and white damask tablecloths are from Uncle Martin's house in London. The second cloth for the sweet course is embroidered in the corners." Mary explained. "Our table service and cutlery are from Uncle Martin's house also."

Orange wine, decanted for the occasion, was served. Christmas puddings were served. Mary cut slices from one and sent them down the table. Mr. Collins cut slices from the other and sent them down the table. Mary and Collins found the silver three pence coins and agreed to put them in George's bank. Hamilton and Kitty blushed when they found a silver ring in their slices. Mother and Lydia found thimbles in their slices, which made Papa chuckle. The Darcys and Bingleys laughed over their safe harbor and good luck charms. Stevenson and Papa each found a pence in their puddings…and agreed it meant to watch their pence for the following year. Mrs. Bennet did not appreciate their humor. Mary wondered what her staff and the Hills found in their puddings. She would ask Barlow later.

"We didn't have a Stir It Up Sunday at Netherfield," Mr. Bingley admitted to Mrs. Bennet. "I had business in London at the start of Little Season. We planned to be in Scarborough for Christmas."

"I barely participated in our Stir It Up Sunday and rested while Mrs. Manning and the staff made the fruitcakes. George was born two days later, on December first," Mary cut a fruitcake and passed it around for her guests to help themselves. Mr. Manning served dishes of vanilla ice.

Eventually the meal ended, and the ladies moved to Mary's sitting room. Collins offered port and cigars to the men. He promised them a rousing debate of Oxford education versus Cambridge education. Bennet opined he looked forward to supporting his beloved Cambridge, along with Darcy and Bingley. Stevenson, Hamilton and Collins declared they were more than adequate to debate the superiority of Oxford.

"You danced a great deal at the ball, Mary," Lizzy commented. "Your green gown looked well with Mr. Collins' waistcoat. I believe the green gown brings out the blonde in your hair and the green in your eyes."

"I had it made for your birthday ball, which I did not attend. I kept it in mind when we purchased Mr. Collins' attire for your wedding. Last spring was helpful in teaching Mr. Collins how to dance, ride, shoot and fish. He needs more archery practice and it never hurts to practice playing cards," Mary smiled.

"He is quite changed," Mama agreed. "Much more agreeable. Certainly not as amiable as Bingley, or as handsome as Darcy. Although I really think the third dance set with him was excessive. Everyone knows you don't care for balls and assemblies, Mary. You should have considered Lydia and did your best to introduce her to worthy dance partners. You and Kitty danced every set at the ball and left Lydia standing alone."

"Miss Anne had four ladies to facilitate introductions. Mary deserved to enjoy herself at the ball last evening, Anne de Bourgh is her particular friend. You saw how much the Fitzwilliams appreciate her healing Miss Anne and Mr. Fitzwilliam. Besides, the Bingleys and the Darcys danced three sets together, as our engaged couple." Kitty commented. "Mary is not at fault because Hunsford has few red coats for Lydia to pursue."

"I wish Colonel Fitzwilliam had worn his regimentals to the ball or shared his acquaintance with Captain Stokes," Lydia moaned.

"The Honorable Mr. Fitzwilliam hasn't worn his regimentals since the fall when he stayed in Bath with Miss Anne and me. He wore them to have a miniature painted for his mother for Christmas. Captain Stokes brought a message from Admiral Worthington to Mr. Fitzwilliam regarding Mr. Wickham." Kitty explained. "Captain Stokes returned to London this morning. He was gone before the Christmas service began."

"What about Wickham? Has he returned from the continent?" Wickham had been one of Lydia's favorites, even after he started courting Miss King. She hadn't heard news about him since the failed engagement a year ago.

Mary shook her head. Lydia would believe a man if he claimed to be a by blow of the Prince Regent. "The regulars are sent to the continent. The militia is to maintain order in Great Britain and its colonies."

"Mama and I discussed this with Aunt Phillips. You are mistaken," Lydia huffed. "Wickham is on the continent, working with His Majesty's Army, as a spy. Everyone in Meryton knew once Colonel Flynn was healed from his time in Bath, Wickham would ascend the ranks and prove his worthiness and loyalty to the crown!"

"Please feel free to ask the Honorable Mr. Fitzwilliam. I believe the man is more knowledgeable about the military than you, Mother or Aunt Phillips, no matter how many times you discussed the topic." Mary shrugged.

"Yes, what about Mr. Wickham," Mama twittered. "He was so handsome in his regimentals, so charming…"

"Mr. Wickham was transported to Van Dieman's Land for desertion, theft, trespass, severe debts and the planned kidnapping of Lizzy, Miss Georgiana or Miss Anne. His trial was posted in the London papers." Kitty interrupted Mama's effusions.

"Oh la! You're telling tales now," Lydia protested. "Why would Wickham want to kidnap any of them?"

"For a forced marriage to Miss Georgiana for her dowry of £30,000. For a forced marriage to Miss Anne for her dowry of £30,000 and Rosings Park. Can you imagine how much money Darcy would pay for Lizzy?" Jane attempted to reason with Lydia.

Lydia scoffed.

"Ask Mr. Fitzwilliam or Mr. Darcy if you don't believe me," Kitty insisted. "Wickham has been in the Newcastle gaol since August. Crown Court wanted to hang him for desertion but Darcy's solicitors asked them to wait until a full roster of Wickham's crimes could be assembled. The penal list for this month will be announced in the London papers the first week of January. The list, I understand, is alphabetical. Captain Stokes' father is a tenant farmer of the Fitzwilliams. Matlock Estate is in Nottinghamshire, almost forty miles from Pemberley. Viscount Fitzwilliam introduced Miss Georgiana to Captain Stokes and specifically asked him to escort her for the first and supper sets. Captain Stokes left the ball after supper to prepare for an early departure this morning."

"Mary, did you hear any good gossip last night?" Lizzy deliberately interrupted this topic of conversation.

"No, I didn't – probably because I wasn't filling biscuit plates or attending the refreshment table." Mary laughed. "Or sitting in the corner, reading during the ball."

"What does that mean?" Mama stiffened her shoulders.

"Our Mary was a spy…n'est-ce pas?" Lizzy laughed.

"Have some compassion for my nerves, Lizzy! It's too early to listen to your clever retorts and pert opinions!" Mama snapped.

"I apologize Mama. I thought you liked discussing balls and assemblies the day after," Lizzy didn't attempt to keep the sarcasm from her voice.

"What does Mary and biscuit plates have to do with gossip?" Mama demanded.

"For three years Mary attended amusements and assemblies where she baked honey biscuits, attended the refreshments table, and listened to delicious gossip." Lizzy retorted.

"You never joined the conversations where we discussed events," Mama protested. "I think Lizzy's teasing us about you overhearing gossip."

"I heard. I think gossip is a low form of entertainment. Therefore I did not share salacious slurs nor twisted truths." Mary's comment missed its mark.

"You'd better share something, Mama doesn't believe you," Lizzy teased.

"I know Mrs. Long's oldest niece didn't join her sisters in Meryton when her parents died. She and several other young ladies pooled the livings from their dowries and moved to Madeira, where they have a house by the sea. I heard they operate bathing machines for both men and women." Mary paused, listening to Mama's gasp! "I know one of Meryton's favorite sons left Cambridge to become a footman at a certain fashionable home in London, where the lady of the house favors his height, blonde good looks, and country charms."

Mama gasped again!

"I know a certain Meryton shopkeeper's daughter was keeping company with Mr. Wickham. When she learned he went to Bath with Colonel Flynn, she fainted in the arms of a man visiting his family in Meryton over Christmas. She and her daughter, born before Midsummer, are living in Plymouth with his sister, and he's sailing the seas for His Majesty's Navy." Mary reported.

"I don't believe you," Lydia tossed her head.

"You are not the only person to hear secrets revealed by Sophia Forester. She chatted with the modiste and the milliner's wife in Meryton. The innkeeper in Meryton expanded his business by financing Wickham's gambling parties with wealthy travelers in the area. Wickham fleeced one of the travelers for £300 over the six days it rained before the ball at Netherfield. If you don't believe me, the man stayed in Meryton an extra day and had Uncle Phillips draw a letter of guarantee for the innkeeper to present to his bank. The innkeeper paid Wickham's debts to shopkeepers and his debts of honor in Meryton before giving Wickham the remainder. Wickham's share allowed him to follow Miss King to Bath, which turned out badly when Wickham was caught seducing Miss King's maid."

Mama's jaw dropped. "Mrs. Phillips never mentioned it. I don't believe you."

"I'd ask Uncle Phillips, but since his client paid him, he may not be at liberty to reveal the details. Of course, you and Aunt Phillips were ill and could not attend the ball. Uncle Phillips was shut up in his carriage with Papa, thinking Mr. Collins and I were asleep." Mary shrugged. "Wickham was known to buy a pint for traveling servants to wheedle gossip about their employers from them."

"Oh la!" Lydia scoffed again. "You didn't like Wickham, Denny, Carter or any of the rest of the officers because you were too plain to capture their attention like Kitty or me."

"I know men who join the militia are not as honorable as the men who join the regulars. I don't care for gossip, so, don't ask me to reveal anything else I know about Wickham and gambling debts, drunken ruts and meddling with Meryton shopkeeper daughters." Mary primly warned her sister and Mother.

"Then tell me about Mr. Hamilton," Mama ordered. "How much is his living a year? I imagine it isn't much since he is an academic. You and Mr. Collins kept changing the topic at the table when I was trying to ascertain his living."

"We changed the topic because as the mistress of Hunsford Parsonage, it is my duty to direct the conversation at meals. I feel connections and livings are as low a form of conversation as gossip. I judge men's attractiveness by their character and education…not their profile, portion or position." Mary chided.

"Mr. Hamilton's living is less than Bingley's, and more than Papa's. He owns a small estate outside Oxford which he inherited. His parents are deceased, as is a younger brother. He has a steward, four tenant farmers, and eight servants. His house is bigger than Hunsford Parsonage, including a conservatory and a small ballroom which is also used as a music hall." Kitty reported. "Mr. Hamilton teaches sciences at Oxford. He is educated, amiable and a gentleman. Every professor and shopkeeper in Oxford with a single daughter wants him for a son-in-law."

"Then you must put yourself forward Kitty," admonished Mama.

"Why shouldn't I have him?" Lydia demanded crossly. "I deserve a handsome husband as much as Kitty does. Since I don't live at Rosings, I should have the opportunity for him while we're here together."

"A gentleman in possession of a good living must be in want of a lady for a wife. Perhaps he is like Darcy…an educated man who wants an educated lady for a wife. Let's play cards." Kitty included her sisters in the invitation.

"You will play the pianoforte for us, Mary," Mama ordered.

"I'd rather play cards with my sisters. I've finished my sewing." Mary carefully folded the garment she hemmed and put it away.

"I will play," Jane offered. "I admire your pianoforte, and I am sure you have sheet music I have never played before."

"Please take my place, Mary," Lizzy requested. "For I would rather read a book. You have several I've never read before."

"They are from Uncle Martin's library. I found a copy of Culpeper's Complete Herbal in his library," Mary explained. "Do you like the circular bookcase? It is one of the items we obtained through Mr. Collins' legacy. He was surprised to be remembered in his Uncle Martin's will. Mr. Collins had first chance at the furniture and furnishings at Uncle Martin's home. Aunt Gardiner advised us to take everything we would use now or in the future."

"Speaking of which, Mr. Collins seems to be a favorite of Miss de Bourgh and Mr. Fitzwilliam." Mama flapped her handkerchief. "Will it be possible for Mr. Collins to remain here as vicar and allow me to stay at Longbourn after Mr. Bennet passes?"

"Our lives have changed since we have George. I believe Mr. Collins will do what is best for our son and his heirs." Mary ignored Mother and brought a new deck of cards to the table.

~X ~

"We're sorry we abandoned you," Mr. Collins noted Jane playing the pianoforte, Elizabeth reading and Mary playing cards with her mother and sisters. "I showed our excellent game table to the men. Bingley and Hamilton played a quick game of chess. Darcy and Bennet were forced to look over my library, my rifle and my fishing equipment."

"I was interested in the book of Euripides' plays," Mr. Bennet commented. "Mr. Collins loaned it to me until he sees us again in June at Pemberley for a house party."

"Will you join us for the Midsummer Ball at Pemberley, Mr. Hamilton?" Lydia smiled archly at him. "For I didn't have a chance to dance with you at the Christmas Ball and you seem to be a skilled dancer."

"I do not anticipate invitations to a summer house party and a ball when I am a new acquaintance of Mr. and Mrs. Darcy." Mr. Hamilton's gaze rested on Kitty. "Miss de Bourgh and Mr. Fitzwilliam kindly invited me to the Christmas Ball because I was here for George's christening. I certainly do not expect an invitation to their engagement ball, or wedding breakfast."

"Told you, he prefers ladies," Kitty whispered to Lydia.

"What are your plans?" Mrs. Bennet questioned Jane. "For it would be pleasant to have you and Bingley join us at Longbourn for Twelfth Night. You've been in London since November. We've hardly seen you since harvest."

"I have business to attend in London before the end of the week. I decided to sell the Bingley House. This is the best time, before the Season starts. The house has a good prospect and location." Bingley declared. "We rented it during Little Season to a tradesman who has three daughters who will come out this spring. He leased the Bingley House with the first right to purchase."

"Why would you sell your London home?" Mrs. Bennet asked, astonished.

"We're selling the Bingley House and purchasing an estate about thirty miles from Pemberley. Landers End is a working sheep farm, which is valuable because of the price of wool since the wars began. The house on the estate has forty rooms. There are adequate gardens, orchards, poultry farm and dairy herd. With Darcy's tutelage, I can run the estate with a good steward. Additionally, since my sister Louisa lives on the Hurst Estate in Sussex, and Caroline lives at the Roberts Estate in Bath, they will not be excited to visit Landers End." Bingley smiled.

"You're giving up Netherfield?" Mrs. Bennet gasped. "How could you do this to me, Jane! You know I depended upon you for good society!"

"His grandfather and father wished for Bingley to become landed gentry. I believe this was meant to be. We received an offer for Bingley House, and the Allertons received a purchase offer for Netherfield Park. As we will be free of both…Bingley searched for an estate for us. We will be near Darcy and Lizzy, in addition to the Peak and Lake District which we enjoyed during our wedding tour." Jane smoothed the skirt of her gown in an unconscious desire to smooth over this conversation with Mama.

"Once the papers are signed in London, we will travel to Derbyshire. We will be guests at Pemberley until we take possession of Landers End, which should be after Twelfth Night." Bingley explained. "We removed everything we wanted from the Bingley House when we leased it at Michaelmas. The occupant is buying it with the remaining furnishings."

"What are your plans Lizzy?" Mrs. Bennet inquired.

"We are joining Georgiana at Matlock House in London. We will spend a week with her and then return to Pemberley. The Countess of Matlock will guide Georgiana through her debut Season and presentation at court while the Earl of Matlock is busy with the House of Lords." Darcy explained.

"A Season in London!" Lydia sighed with rapture. "Papa…we must go to London this Season!"

"We must go to London, Mr. Bennet, for the Season," Mrs. Bennet nodded her head in emphatic agreement with Lydia. "We need wedding clothes and Lydia needs new gowns for the Season. We can stay at the Gardiners' home."

"Mrs. Gardiner's nieces from Bournemouth visit London and will stay at Gracechurch Street this Season," Lizzy interjected. "There will be no room for you."

"Where will we stay, Lydia?" Mr. Bennet's eyes twinkled. Mary recognized his teasing voice and mien.

"Why, at Darcy House, of course," Lydia replied confidently.

"I'm sorry, but we're not opening Darcy House and we do not rent it to family or friends." Darcy punctured Lydia's dreams. "We are to be guests of the Fitzwilliams. They will announce Anne and Richard's engagement at a ball on Twelfth Night."

"A ball!" Lydia cried with rapture. "I love a ball!'

"Except when you aren't asked to dance…" Kitty muttered.

"I should not pin my pleasures on receiving an invitation to the engagement ball or an invitation to the wedding for Miss Anne de Bourgh hardly knows you. I'm sure neither Jane nor Bingley expect invitations to the events." Mr. Bennet considered his silly wife and equally silly daughter. "I certainly would not expect the Earl and Countess of Matlock to extend an invitation for us to stay with them during the Season."

"Indeed not," Bingley laughed. "I'm sure Caroline would give her pin money and all her jewels for such lofty invitations. Her only society in Bath has been other gentlemen farmers and their families versus living in Bath and calling on old friends and higher society."

"Lizzy…" Lydia attempted to plead with her sister.

"I'm sorry, Lydia. The Fitzwilliams do us a great favor by chaperoning Georgiana through the Season. They will be quite busy with the House of Lords, the Season and the upcoming wedding. We will not importune them for invitations to balls and events for any of my sisters." Lizzy declared. "We will return to Pemberley as soon as possible to help Bingley and Jane with their move."

"Then Lydia must stay here," Mrs. Bennet announced. "She can accompany Kitty."

"No, Mama, your plan will not do," Kitty refused. "I am not a lady in wont of a companion. The Countess of Matlock will accompany Miss Anne and Miss Darcy to ton events. I will help Miss Anne with maintaining her diary, so Miss Anne has time with her masters before the Season opens. We will travel between Rosings and London so Miss Anne can ensure Lady de Bourgh receives excellent medical attention."

"I suppose there will be no rooms available for us at the de Bourgh House, just like in May," Mrs. Bennet sniffed.

"I cannot importune Cousin Anne for rooms at the de Bourgh House. I do not believe Lydia's lively company would be conducive to Lady Catherine's rest and recovery. Miss Anne will be busy with wedding events and unable to chaperone Lydia." Lizzy's almost cutting remark rankled Mama.

"We'll return to Longbourn Mrs. Bennet, for Jane, Lizzy and Kitty are busy this Season. Mary has little George. She does not have time to chaperone Lydia. We will depart the day after tomorrow, as planned." Mr. Bennet assured Mary.

~X~

Richard and Anne laughed at the number of couples in the gardens just before dusk. Lord and Lady Matlock led the group, followed by Lord and Lady Fitzwilliam. Darcy and Elizabeth were followed by the Bingleys, followed by the Collinses, and followed by John Hamilton and Kitty Bennet. Richard offered his arm to his betrothed and they set out. The fresh, cool air in the formal, well-kept gardens buoyed everyone's spirits. Richard opined Presentation Hour in Hyde Park would never be this fun.

The dinner at Rosings began quietly. Anne gave precedence to Lord and Lady Matlock, followed by Lord and Lady Fitzwilliam, followed by Richard and herself. Darcy escorted Lizzy and Miss Darcy next. Everyone entered according to precedence. Lydia was left to the rear of the procession with Miss Darcy's companion, Mrs. Annesley.

Lydia hated being seated between Mr. Collins and her father, while Kitty sat next to Mr. Fitzwilliam and Mr. Hamilton. She kept her vexations to herself as Mr. Bennet threatened to send her to the nursery at Hunsford Parsonage with George if she didn't behave this evening.

The opening course of savory beef broth and hot herbed rolls, served with excellent sherry, awakened the guests' senses to Anne's Christmas feast. Three kinds of seafood – roasted salmon with peach and herb stuffing, oysters in a lemon and champagne sauce, and dory stuffed with minced oysters and prawns graced the table. When those dishes were removed, liveried footmen carried in the next dishes. Lord Matlock carved the large roasted turkey with its fragrant apple and herb stuffing. Viscount Fitzwilliam carved the roasted shoulder of beef. Roasted venison steaks were served in Carmeline Sauce with pearl onions and button mushrooms. Ten garden stuff dishes were served, with the best French red wines which Anne and Richard could purchase.

The final course of the evening featured mince pies, gingerbread with sweet vanilla custard, and Christmas puddings decorated with a sprig of holly, stuffed with silver charms and ablaze with a brandy glaze. The sweets course included delicate glasses of sweet French dessert wine.

Kitty found the silver ring in her Christmas pudding, and blushed when Mr. Hamilton congratulated her. Lydia found the silver pence and crowed about her wealth and success in the upcoming year. Mary found the silver thimble, "It is always thrift and economy for me." Mr. Fitzwilliam found the anchor and gave it to his mother. She smiled and kissed his cheek.

The ladies retired to the drawing room, led by Lady Matlock. The ladies discussed the holiday season and admired the greens laid. The ladies discussed how to provide servants with time off. Anne warned Lady Matlock not to discuss the Season around Mrs. Bennet or Miss Lydia. The men enjoyed port, cigars and billiards conducted by Lord Matlock. When the men joined the ladies, Boxing Day events were discussed.

Fitzwilliam drew Mr. Collins aside and gave him his wages when no one was around. "This is your wages. Miss Anne sent two baskets to the parsonage for you. Even though Miss Anne raised your wages to their proper level, be assured Rosings will continue to share our excess farm products with you."

"Thank you, for all your kindnesses this year…especially to Mary and George." Learning to be a gentleman was more fatiguing than Mr. Collins anticipated. Dancing lessons, archery lessons, hunting lessons, riding lessons, fishing lessons…and gentleman farmer lessons. Mr. Bennet looked healthy during this visit. Mr. Collins might be the vicar of Hunsford Rectory for at least a decade or more. His personal account would grow to allow the purchase of more farms for Longbourn. He was grateful for Mary…because she prepared everything for paying staff tonight before the Collinses and guests attended dinner at Rosings. She arranged for winter weight materials for a new set of clothes for each of their staff. Mary arranged for the wet nurse to begin before their company arrived. He knew it hurt her to not provide for their son, but he knew George had a kind, loving, devoted mother.

Mary drew plans to discuss with Miss Anne. She wanted to add a conservatory on the south side of the parsonage. She would use it to grow herbs through the winter. She drew the picture of the bathing room and listed the items in it. Miss Anne had seen it and wanted to recreate one at the Dower House.

Sunday, December 26

Sunday was a quiet day for both the parsonage and Rosings. The servants from both houses recovered from the Servants' Ball on Saturday night. Curate Stevenson led the morning service at Hunsford Rectory while the parsonage and Rosings had a lie-in. Mary's staff prepared simple meals, which everyone, except Mrs. Bennet, appreciated. Mr. Collins sent Mrs. Bennet and Lydia to Rosings with Jane, Lizzy and Kitty from one to three. He did not appreciate Mrs. Bennet's and Lydia's dismissal of George. Evensong was made special by music from Mary and singing by Jane and Lizzy. Mary and Mr. Collins insisted on an early night since Boxing Day would be busy.

~X~

After morning church, Anne and Richard gathered servants and dispersed wages, materials for a new set of clothes, and an orange for each staff member. Anne arranged for the Shepherds to pay wages and distribute Christmas gifts to staff.

Anne and Richard looked over Lady Catherine's servant list and decided who to eliminate by Lady Day. Upstairs maids, downstairs maids, laundry staff, cooking staff, and scullery maids would be dismissed. Additional men trained by the Bow Street Runners would be hired, and act as footmen, coachmen, and grooms. They would act as valets if needed. All of Rosings Park (the manor house, dower house, Steward's House and parkland) needed guards.

Richard and Anne planned to take Gerard, Mrs. Havens and Mrs. Gibbons to the Dower House. Staff to be transferred or hired were an undercook, two kitchen maids, two scullery maids, and two laundry maids. Four upstairs maids would act as lady's maids if needed. Two hall boys would stay – but with expanded duties. With his valet, her lady's maid, her seamstress and four masters, Rosings Place would be full.

~X~

"I have a present for Elizabeth," Anne gave Darcy a green satin case. "I found this set in Mother's jewels. They are not anything I would wear, but I believe they would look well on Elizabeth." Darcy opened the case to find a yellow topaz pendant on a fine gold chain, bracelet and earrings. They were petite pieces of jewelry and would not overwhelm Elizabeth.

"Very nice, Darcy!" Uncle Reggie entered the room and noticed the jewelry case. "I'm glad you are giving Lady Anne's coming out jewels to Elizabeth."

"Mother?" Darcy stammered while Anne stammered, "Aunt Anne?"

Uncle Reggie considered their faces. "Yes, those were my sister Anne's coming out jewels. Catherine recommended the Fitzwilliam pearls, but Mama felt the topaz would enhance the gold flecks in Anne's blue eyes. Anne wore the topaz set with her pale cream coming out ballgown. She wore the dress for her formal portrait, with the Fitzwilliam pearls. Anne's coming out portrait is in our gallery." He looked at Anne's confused face, and suddenly realized Anne found the jewels in Lady Catherine's things.

"I apologize," Anne turned to Darcy. "I don't know when Mother acquired them, or why. Having found the Fitzwilliam pearls in Mother's things, I am not surprised."

"I don't remember seeing them. Perhaps Father gave them to Aunt Catherine when Mother died. Now they are returned and will be worn by my beautiful wife. I have Mother's coming out story to tell her. We will share it with our daughter if she wants to wear her Grandmother's coming out jewels for her own coming out ball."

"What jewels did Mother wear for her coming out?" Anne knew but she wanted confirmation.

"The Fitzwilliam pearls," Uncle Reggie sighed.

"Uncle Reginald, will you review the pieces I found? I would not want to give Richard something owned by Grandfather Fitzwilliam."

"I have all Father's jewelry, which isn't much. Men of quality don't wear a great deal of jewelry; only royalty and their closest court attendants wear excessive, opulent pieces. I've heard the Prince Regent has a dozen medals which he contrives to wear for special occasions. I can try to date or identify items." Reginald sat next to Anne and accepted boxes as she opened them. "Very nice," he withdrew a short dagger from its sheath. "I believe a swordsmith made the dagger before 1750. The workmanship is in the blade, and not the silver, jewels and enamel. The Crown probably gave it to the first Baronet de Bourgh as a reward for distinguished military service."

Anne smiled gratefully and opened another box while Richard examined the dagger in detail.

"Men's shoe and knee breeches buckles. The larger ones are for shoes, and the smaller ones are for breeches. Three matching sets," Uncle Reggie held the sets in his hand for a moment. "They have silver or gold mounts, but I believe the stones are paste. Probably worn by the first and second Baronet de Bourgh."

Anne passed a dark green velveteen box to her uncle.

"Oak leaf motif sleeve links and a set of waistcoat buttons. They are made of gold," he lifted the tray and looked at the items in the second layer. "They match the man's gold pocket watch and watch fob. The watch has an oak leaf motif, and so does the watch fob. Your father wore these on his wedding day."

"I like these very much," Richard set the box near him.

Anne passed a larger oak box with a carved top depicting a forest scene of deer and trees to her uncle. "Nice box," he opened it to observe the sectioned interior. "A gold snuff box with enameled design. Interesting," he removed a petite gold posy ring. "It must have belonged to Sir Lewis's mother or grandmother." He handed it to Anne who slipped it on her index finger. She showed it to Richard.

"Very pretty," Richard commented, and used the moment to continue to hold Anne's hand.

"Last, but not least, a wax seal, and I think it is gold from the weight of it. You might like this," Reginald passed it to Richard.

"I do like the feel of it." Richard turned it to look at the seal. "Although it has a deer on the handle, it imprints an oak leaf and acorn. I will keep it to use if you don't mind." He watched Anne nod at him.

"The rest of the box is fabric and metal watch fobs." Uncle Reggie covered it and set it aside. He accepted the next box from Anne.

"Silver pocket watch with chain and rectangular engraved fob with the initials dB. Silver signet ring with the de Bourgh crest. Set of brushed silver sleeve links and matching waistcoat buttons."

"I would use the silver pocket watch, chain and fob with the buttons and sleeve links. They would look good with my new dark blue waistcoat. I would put the silver signet ring with the dagger." Richard recommended.

"Display the dagger, fob and signet ring with the First Baronet de Bourgh's portrait. Sell the shoe buckles, sell the excess watch fobs, use the buttons and sleeve links, and the odd items. Be sure to lock items you don't use in a safe with a note of what they are." Uncle Reggie advised.

~X~

"How is Anne managing?" Darcy enjoyed the brandy offered by Fitzwilliam.

"Once Anne was free from Aunt Catherine's control, we discuss decisions. We manage Rosings Park and the de Bourgh House together. Since I left the army, I can be with her and help. We're moving into the Dower House, and using the manor house for wounded soldiers, or war widows. We don't need eighty rooms and twelve footmen."

"What about the reactions of staff and tenants?" Darcy asked.

"Anne retained staff who are loyal to her. Staff loyal to Lady Catherine have been pensioned off or given characters and a year's pay. Anne will not endure staff who don't accept her as the new mistress. She eliminates useless footmen in favor of military trained men who can guard her and her homes. They are being trained to act as footmen, grooms and valets as needed."

Darcy nodded agreement about trained guards.

"Anne lost one set of tenants, not because of loyalty to Lady Catherine, but because they felt too old to manage their farm. Their eldest son manages the family farm. He discussed their tenant issues with Anne and me. Some of the tenants are wary of Anne. Some are wary of Vicar Collins. Their needs have been ignored for years. Anne's quick to anger when she learns her tenants have suffered. More roads, bridges, and buildings have been repaired at Rosings Park since Lady Day than Aunt Catherine had repaired in the past half decade. Anne combined and separated bank accounts so funds didn't slip away."

"The personal account and the hidden account?" Darcy inquired to Fitzwilliam's nod.

"Dr. Acton feels Lady Catherine is doing well, despite her inability to speak, difficulty writing and difficulty walking by herself. Anne feels guilty because Lady Catherine is ill, but Dr. Acton approves of the care and food which Lady Catherine receives. Mrs. Jenkinson is willful. I would have cast her off with notice and wages. Anne believes she owes Mrs. Jenkinson, like she owes everyone at Rosings, and the town of Hunsford. She feels she should have fought harder to regain her health, rather than submit to ennui. Anne is determined to be a competent mistress of Rosings Park. We will continue to ask you about issues from time to time, but I have faith Anne can lead Rosings Park out of the iron-fisted control of Lady Catherine."

Boxing Day

Monday morning the Earl and Viscount, Bennet, Bingley, Darcy and Hamilton walked out to shoot. Mrs. Bennet and Lydia wanted to wear their best silks to Rosings. Mary explained they needed to wear their best day gown. There was no one to impress at Rosings…unless Lydia wanted to betroth a sheep farmer? Half of Anne's staff had yesterday off; today the other half were off. Mary's staff visited their families. The Hills remained at the parsonage and Clements stayed with George. Mary threatened to take the carriage and make Mother and Lydia walk if they didn't present themselves in a timely manner. Mary refused to be late…especially when she felt sure the Countess arranged a lovely breakfast.

Mr. Collins, with Mr. Fitzwilliam and two deacons, opened the alms box. Mr. Collins had small muslin bags sewn by Mary. She gave him had a small bag of coins for evenly distributing the alms. Fitzwilliam was surprised by how Mrs. Collins prepared Mr. Collins. He would share this information with Darcy and his friend, Colonel Brandon. With a wagon and Mr. Knowles, they would collect the alms baskets from Rosings. Miss Anne and Mrs. Collins would follow behind with a carriage of clothes and blankets for the needy.

~X~

"The men are busy with a hunting party. After breakfast, they will play billiards, chess or cards until time to entertain our tenants and staff. After we deliver alms, we are back for a Boxing Day celebration with Rosings tenants and staff. After everyone leaves for the day, we'll have a rest, and then an easy, informal dinner. After dinner, there will be music, cards and conversation." Anne planned for orange wine and fruitcake to be served while everyone played cards.

"No dancing?" Lydia's disappointed voice almost made Mary laugh.

"We already had a ball this week, Lydia," Mary exchanged amused looks with Lizzy and Kitty. "Not everyone dances when they gather in groups."

"Fitzwilliam and I hired musicians. There will be dancing during the Boxing Day celebration in the ball room. Everything is informal…no silks or satins…no evening clothes or kits."

~X~

"What will we do?" Mary consulted Anne when they were alone in the carriage. "Mother is determined to take Kitty home to Longbourn when they depart tomorrow. She says Lydia's chances to marry well are tainted by Kitty being your companion."

"Has Mrs. Bennet given up the hope I would throw Lydia in the paths of wealthy men?" Anne commented. "I have a plan. Kitty can travel to London with Aveline, Clarisse and Miss Georgiana's maid, Paulette. Blakewell, Fitzwilliam's new valet, will travel with them. They will depart an hour before us in the morning. The Darcys and Bingleys will depart with their servants. Then the Fitzwilliams, Georgiana, Richard and I will depart. The four ladies will be in the Matlock carriage. The Earl, Viscount, Richard and Mr. Hamilton will follow in the de Bourgh carriage. We will be followed by a carriage of Fitzwilliam servants. You must have the Bennet carriage ready to depart right after us. I'm sure you are anxious to have your home to yourselves again."

"I am weary of Mother's attitudes. She is angry about George. She is envious of Uncle Martin's furniture, scandalized by the bathing room, and furious about little time as a guest at Rosings," Mary sighed. "I am the worst hostess, sister and daughter in England."

"For as much luck as we have had in this world, our mothers are both great disappointments," Anne stated. "When we are done with alms, we have Boxing Day for Rosings tenants and staff this afternoon from one to four. We will have food, cards and music. Lydia can dance until her feet hurt…which will improve your mother's opinion."

"Taking on Mother after Papa dies would be like an added neckweight on a yoke. She will make way for me, as the new and proper mistress of Longbourn. Papa repaired the old Steward's House on Longbourn's main farm. He plans to lease the Steward's House to keep it maintained until it is needed. When George inherits Longbourn, Mother will have ninety days to retire to the main farm or live with Aunt Phillips." Mary announced. "I am not surprised Bingley and Jane decided to move away from Netherfield. I am surprised it took six months."

"Less than that," Anne declared. "They were gone from July first to early September and left after harvest in November. Slip away at the end of the tenants' celebration. Take Mr. Collins and Mr. Hamilton for a walk to the Rectory. Mr. Collins can explain the architecture of the Rectory to Mr. Hamilton. You reveal the plan to spirit Kitty to London. Mr. Bennet gave permission for her to stay, and provided Fitzwilliam with documentation for acting as her guardian while she remains with us."

~X~

"That's a very pretty day gown," Jane complimented Kitty.

"Miss Anne gave me pink gowns, from the 1750s, and made from French silk and French lace. I took the gowns apart. Because of the panniers, the skirts yielded enough material and trims to make two gowns. Then there was additional material in the sleeves, bodice and overskirts. Mary suggested making a spring/summer and an autumn/winter morning or day gown from each dress. This one, rose pink stripes on cream, had a rose pink overskirt which I used to make two new dressing gowns. The overskirt silk was too thin to wear in public. However, I used the extra material from the overskirt to make a sash for this dress. Miss Anne's French seamstress, Clarisse, and her maid, Aveline, helped Miss Anne and me remake gowns. Aveline and I shared a cream cotton gown which made a day gown for both of us."

"Your day gown is very pretty, and rose pink is a good color for you." Lizzy joined in the conversation.

"I'm sorry there were no extra gowns to share with you, Lydia. I know how much you like red gowns. Miss Anne gave brown and green gowns to Mary to remake. She had her seamstress remake the blue gowns into morning or day gowns for her." Kitty explained.

"The fabric designs are too old to interest Lydia," Mrs. Bennet sniffed.

"The quality of the French silk and French lace prove their value. They made perfect day gowns since I am not seen by anyone except servants, masters and Miss Anne. I saved the French lace and trims to use on bonnets. I know Miss Anne never needed to remake gowns, so it has been fun teaching her. I taught her how to decorate her own bonnets so she is more aware of how to order her bonnets from a milliner." Kitty thanked Lydia for teaching her how to redecorate bonnets. She explained how Mary guided the Benefice Society to remake Miss Anne's and Lady Catherine's old clothes into useable clothes for the needy.

"What are you doing?" Lydia examined a basket filled with fabric squares, obviously cut from the spare material from the French silk gowns. Bored by what she saw, Lydia began walking about the library/drawing room of Rosings Park.

"I'm using the spare materials to create a quilt top. When I marry and have a daughter, I will finish the quilt for her use." Kitty said. "When she outgrows it, I will put it away for her to use with her daughter."

"Very nice," Jane observed the three different patterns and three plain pinks. "You will make a pretty quilt." She caught Lizzy's eye and allowed a soft, serene smile on her face. "This pattern has a soft plum flower and a soft cream flower with the larger flowers in rose and blush. The leaves are three different shades of green." She laid the fabric square back in Kitty's sewing basket.

"I bought plum silk material to make the sash for both gowns. They have plum ribbons and lace also." Kitty smiled. "Miss Anne recommended making a cream and a green sash also. She's been the best friend I've ever had."

Lydia startled everyone by smashing a porcelain on the hearth. "Sorry," she apologized. "I was shocked because I'm not Kitty's best friend anymore. The porcelain just slipped out of my hands."

"Well, I didn't escape the boredom at the parsonage to sit here and watch Kitty sew," Mrs. Bennet sighed.

"The card table is set," Kitty nodded at the table in the center of the room. "You can play cards. Mary and Miss Anne are with Mr. Collins and Mr. Fitzwilliam who are delivering alms and food baskets. After hunting, Darcy and the men rode out to observe the new farms which Miss Anne will add to the Rosings Park holdings on Lady Day. The Fitzwilliam ladies and Miss Darcy are having a lie in until the tenant festivities start."

Kitty rang the bell for one of the servants. "I know you are terribly busy today, preparing for the tenant celebration. However, my sister dropped a porcelain by the hearth. Please take care of it. Please put the pieces in a basket in my room. I will tell Miss Anne about the porcelain." Kitty picked at her sewing, cursing herself for her miserable stitches. She did not want to be here with Mama and her sisters. She wanted to play chess with Mr. Fitzwilliam, or perhaps discuss books with Mr. Hamilton. Instead…she was here…waiting for Anne and Mary, or the men to return. For once in her life, she wished Lizzy would take a long ramble, and ask for her company.

~X~

The day dawned beautifully. The ballroom was still decorated from the ball. Mrs. Havens was thrilled to have the ballroom set for the tenants and staff Boxing Day celebration. When the Collinses, Miss Anne and Mr. Richard finished distributing alms baskets, clothes and blankets, they returned to greet the guests.

Anne arranged for the kitchen staff at Hunsford Inn to help Rosings staff prepare food for Boxing Day. Hams, roast beef, and roast geese were carved and served. Garden stuff, breads, cheeses, fruits, pickles and preserves, and sweets were laid out on sideboards. Richard suggested they only serve apple cider. He and Mr. Knowles did not want to deal with foxed tenants who might hurt themselves or their families when returning home.

The baskets for the tenants lined the fireplace wall. With Richard's suggestion, the baskets were filled with one large ham, two wool blankets and a bottle of wine. They were guarded by two of Anne's new footmen. On the wall opposite the fireplace were sideboards filled with food and beverage. Mr. Knowles and sons ensured the food and beverages were kept in good supply.

The top one-third of the ballroom was set aside for dancing. The demi walls and columns from the Christmas Eve Ball separated the dancing area. The musicians were set in the mezzanine. The middle third of the ballroom was set with tables for families to sit and eat. The two long tables set for the Bensinger family marked the end of the seating area. The last one-third of the ballroom was cleared for the children. A puppet theatre, a ballerina and a juggler would entertain the children while their parents and older siblings settled at tables.

Once everyone arrived, Anne addressed the tenants and their families. She introduced Richard as her betrothed and announced the wedding would occur in April. She introduced Mr. Knowles, her steward, and Mrs. Havens, her housekeeper. "Please enjoy your Boxing Day with us, enjoy the food and drink. We will have entertainment for the children and dancing for all. Please do not leave without taking a basket with you, and there are presents for the children. We thank you for your loyalty to Rosings Park."

Fitzwilliam kissed Anne's hand to the cheer of the crowd. He escorted her to Darcy and Elizabeth and Mr. Knowles. "We know what to do, correct? We need to empty attics and unused rooms of Rosings. We need to empty attics and unused rooms of the de Bourgh House. Anne and I will return after Twelfth Night. We have quite a task to clear, clean, paint and repair the de Bourgh House, the Dower House and the manor house at Rosings Park."

Before the dancing opened, Mary presented Lydia with a dance card. "Miss Anne and I do not want to be accused of not providing dance partners for you. Mr. Knowles six sons have your first six dances. Then it is a break for the musicians and for you to enjoy a repast with the family. Then you have six dances with Mr. Bingley, Collins, Darcy, Fitzwilliam, Hamilton, and Mr. Blakewell who is Mr. Fitzwilliam's valet. You should not have to to flirt to garner dance partners."

Anne and Richard opened the dancing with the Fitzwilliams, Darcys, Bingleys, and Collins. Hamilton escorted Kitty. Lydia danced with the oldest Knowles son. After the opening set, the buffet was open for those who wanted to eat. Darcy and Elizabeth sat in one alcove, talking with the newest tenants, writing down concerns and needs. Richard and Anne sat in the other alcove, conversing with more tenants. Mr. Knowles and Mr. Bensinger spoke with the Collinses about the enlargement of their poultry flock. Mary went from table to table in the ballroom, asking about everyone's health. She had a basket of winter tonics and tissanes with her—mostly white willow powder, blue hyssop cough syrup, feverfew tissane, and elderberry wines and juices.

~X~

Kitty and Mr. Hamilton coordinated the activities for the children, including distributing presents of dolls, porcelain tea sets, blocks, tops and dissected geography puzzles to the children. There were workboxes, art boxes, pocket knives, archery sets, and decks of cards for the older children. There were oranges for every child.

Anne appreciated her Aunt Constance and girl cousins who helped to make this a special day for her tenants and staff.

~X~

"Sisters," Mary finally cornered Jane and Lizzy alone in the Rosings library. "I gave your maids muslin bags filled with four dozen ginger biscuits to tuck into your luggage. I included the receipt. However, if your cooks are worth their pay, they may have receipts of their own. I recommend a tray with green or ginger tea and ginger biscuits in the morning if you feel like casting up your accounts. My maid brought them to me while I rested in bed. If I waited until almost ten to rise, I felt better. Have your cooks make egg custards daily for breakfast. Mrs. Manning made mine with honey and cinnamon. I wrote these suggestions for you."

"I can't think about eggs," Lizzy sighed. "Perhaps egg custard would be wonderful. I can't drink coffee in the morning either, because it makes my stomach churn."

"Beef broth – good beef broth – daily for lunch to feed your blood. Rest when you can. Daily walks. Aveline, Miss Anne's maid, recommended I sit on the rear facing seat of the carriage so I would not get as sick when traveling. Boiled water, always drink boiled water. Salty foods like dried meats made my ankles swell. I could not get my feet into my walking boots. I had to buy a larger pair. When you rest, put your feet up." Mary advised.

"How did you know?' Jane pricked her finger while embroidering because of her amazement.

"Neither of you drank mulled wine at the ball. Lizzy turned green when Darcy mentioned fish. You turned green from the smell of Bingley's game pie. You both avoided eggs at breakfast. I felt better when I avoided anything with a strong odor like onions, turnips, game or game pies. I was sick for two days from pheasant. Am I wrong, dear sisters?" Mary gently questioned her sisters.

Lizzy and Jane burst out laughing. "We're both due in the middle of May."

"You realize babies have their own schedule? One of you could deliver the first of May and the other the first of June." Mary smiled at her sisters. 'George will have cousins!'

"You cannot tell Mama," Lizzy demanded. "I can't attend Anne and Richard's wedding. I'm staying with Jane while Darcy is in London."

"My increase is part of the reason we have been in London. Charles won't let me do anything, and I need to be settled as soon as possible." Jane explained. "I cannot bear to have Mama hover or have one of her nervous headaches and need me to nurse her. Two months of Mama calling at Netherfield wore on Bingley. Additionally, my menus were never elegant enough. She hates my French maid, Flora, yet she urged Bingley to hire a French chef. She disdains Mr. and Mrs. Nichols, because they would not allow her access to Netherfield while we were away. I feel guilty…but I so desire an easy increase."

"While you are in London, get fine white flannel and fine white cotton from Aunt Gardiner. She kept my secret, she will keep yours. Make your layette from it. Lots of sheets, blankets, swaddling clothes. Have a wet nurse close by. I don't know what happened, but my milk dried up before three weeks passed. No matter how hard I try, it will not come back. Clements is worth every pence, but I feel bad because I can't do that for George." Mary paused. "One of you must, must, must use the Bennet christening gown."

"The thought of telling Mama makes me need those ginger biscuits." Lizzy moaned.

"You can always be ungrateful, wretched daughters and not tell Mother until your children are born, like I did. I was emotional and cried if a rose smelled lovely. I cried if the fire crackled too loud. I cried if I was too tired to work in the stillroom. I cried if I pricked my finger while sewing baby clothes. I was euphoric about how well the lavender bed grew. I was giddy when my hens were laying daily. I was thrilled the baby quieted when I read aloud or when I played the pianoforte. I was melancholic when Mr. Collins would not let me help with harvesting. I was positively despondent when Mr. Manning would not let me help make apple cider, apple wine or mead. I was nauseous when trying to dry flowers or create floral waters." Mary chuckled. "I found myself apologizing for my stubbornness or my short temper.

"I have practically become vexatious because I have been unable to take daily walks," Lizzy admitted to her sister. "I usually walk in the mornings before breakfast, but I have been so tired. I can barely rouse myself for an early morning walk."

"I did not want Mother's vexations over my condition to further discompose me. I have another secret for you. When your morning illness passes…there's another symptom of being with child about which you should know." Mary told them about wanting long lovely afternoons or early evenings in bed with her husband. She extolled the joy of having the warmth of his body pressed against her aching back. Jane gasped, Lizzy laughed, and Mary blushed even more.

~Late Afternoon~

"Where is Kitty?" Mrs. Bennet demanded from Jane. She didn't see Kitty with the children or on the dance floor.

"She went for a walk with Mr. Hamilton, Mr. Collins and Mary," Jane replied.

"A walk?" Lydia cried. "I'd love a walk to the shops! I know they are not open, but we can go again tomorrow to purchase the things we view today."

"They are walking the grounds of the rectory. Mr. Collins and Mr. Hamilton are discussing the architecture and repair work which will be done in the spring. Kitty and Mary are discussing plantings around the church and the cemetery." Jane explained.

"I see no reason why Kitty can't accompany me to the shops," Lydia insisted. "I have had little conversation with her during this visit. Mama, Mama! Kitty must come home with us! I have had no society since Jane left Netherfield. I am not Lizzy who prefers long rambles by herself! I must have a walking partner! Papa will not allow me to walk alone into Meryton."

"Yes, my lively Lydia, Kitty must come home with us," Mrs. Bennet assured her.

~X~

"I felt quite unsure about Collins," Hamilton admitted to Kitty. "I could not believe he planned to be a cleric. Granted, he has some family money, but unless you have a good living, the church can be a poor existence. I teased him about herding sheep and lost souls."

"I'm very curious about Mr. Collins essentials when he was at Oxford," Kitty admitted.

"Collins was a good man then, and a better one now," Hamilton explained. "I lost my parents and brother while I was at Oxford. I was ready to leave Oxford because everyone urged me to take a rest. Not Collins. He told me God wouldn't give me more than I could handle. He insisted since my home was close, I could see my steward on weekends to keep the estate functional. He offered his legacy from his grandfather if I needed it to keep body, soul, tenants and farms intact. While others urged me to sell my holdings, Collins scolded me. He said it was poor stewardship on my part if I could not keep my family's estate solvent."

"Sounds like he scolded you a lot," Kitty frowned.

"Collins was more supportive than a scold. He told me about Longbourn, and its entailment. I recommended he return to Longbourn after he finished his studies. I thought he could buy property close to Longbourn. I felt he should learn about being a gentleman farmer from your father. We were almost finished with our studies. I thought I had convinced him to visit Longbourn over Easter. However, he went with a small group to Westerham and participated in services at Hunsford Rectory. He met Lady Catherine, who offered him a living." Hamilton explained.

"Once his education was complete, and the living granted, Lady Catherine learned of the entail. She sent him to Longbourn a year ago in November, with instructions to marry one of his five female Bennet cousins," Kitty explained.

"Having seen Mrs. Collins, I was quite surprised," Hamilton admitted. "He never talked to young ladies, or attended assemblies and balls, or engaged in walks around Oxford. There are many eligible young women who live around Oxford. Our professors warned us about matchmaking mothers. Some of the men at Oxford were second sons with pockets to let. They were notorious about chasing young ladies with dowries. Collins and I knew family duties had to be considered before our own inclinations."

"Poor Mr. Collins! Lady Catherine ordered him to marry one of us, and Mama was desperate to marry one of us off to him so she…" Kitty spoke derisively.

"So, she wouldn't starve in the hedgerows?" Hamilton laughed. "I don't know how it came about, but I highly approve of your sister. Collins' appearance and manners are much improved. He's not my shy, bumbling friend any longer. He is more confident since he is married and a father."

"We agree with your assessment," Kitty affirmed. "Did he pontificate at Oxford? He was so loquacious when he came to Longbourn last November."

"No, I blame the nervousness he felt around Lady Catherine. I have enjoyed this visit with Collins exceedingly. He will be a good father to George; he dotes on the boy." Hamilton considered for a moment. "I rather admit to liking the little fellow a great deal."

"I think our godchild is a darling baby! Not that I've been around many children, but he has a precious smile when he's asleep. I admit I like Mr. Collins more now also, and I like Mary more also. Mary is so kind, gentle, and good. She reminds me a great deal of both my sister Jane and my sister Lizzy. We didn't like one another when we were younger. Jane and Lydia are Mama's favorites. Lizzy, Mary and I rarely pleased Mama. She liked Mary more when she married Mr. Collins. She liked Lizzy more when she married Mr. Darcy. However, Papa vexed her when he permitted me to accompany Miss Anne back to Rosings. Mama felt Miss Anne should have chosen Lydia over me. She has forgotten about being upset with me since Bingley announced he and Jane are moving away from Hertfordshire."

"You and Mary must have a good relationship now, since she asked you to be George's godmother." Hamilton patted Kitty's hand on his arm.

"We do; it has been a pleasure to be near Mary and Miss Anne. I cannot wait to be George's adoring godmother. I hope we will stop at the parsonage before returning to Rosings. I know Mary wants to see her son."

They spoke quietly on their return to Rosings. They talked during their few encounters in the library. They spoke while playing pianoforte with one another. They spoke while playing cribbage. Kitty told him of the plan to leave for London before Mama could interfere. Hamilton planned to stay with friends in London, but he hoped to see her before he returned to Oxford. They promised to exchange directions. Society declared it was improper to write to one another without an understanding. However, they wanted to know one another better and they would claim exchanging information about George as their reason.

~X~

"Hamilton," Fitzwilliam greeted him. "The library is all ours?"

"Shocking isn't it?" Hamilton grinned. "I had expected Mr. Bennet to be ensconced in one corner."

"They're at the parsonage and will return here soon." Fitzwilliam explained. "Miss Kitty is a lovely girl. Her father gave her into my protection. He signed protection papers. Miss Kitty is staying at Rosings with Miss Anne and me. We are taking her and our cousin, Miss Georgiana on our wedding tour."

"Is there a reason for this conversation?" Hamilton inquired.

"Miss Anne and I are cousins; however, we learned about one another and how we felt through the letters we exchanged for two years." Fitzwilliam's countenance beamed with pride and with love. "I learned much of Anne through her letters. However, I have known for a long time that I wished to marry her."

"How long," Hamilton's curiosity caused him to interrupt.

"Easter of this year. Yearly Darcy and I called at Rosings to review Aunt Catherine's ledgers, property reports, etc." A small smile graced Fitzwilliam's lips. "Anne's mother, my Aunt Catherine de Bourgh, insisted Darcy and Anne were engaged. I've known for years Darcy and Anne did not want to marry one another. I waited to launch my campaign for Anne's hand until Darcy offered for Elizabeth."

Hamilton tipped his head to the side, considering Fitzwilliam and his words.

"Do you like Miss Kitty?"

"I do like Miss Bennet."

"Why do you hesitate to speak with her about a courtship?"

"Miss Bennet…Catherine…deserves a proper courtship. I am unable to speak to her father because I do not want Mrs. Bennet or Miss Lydia to embarrass her." Hamilton sounded morose.

"Although you have not spent much time in Miss Kitty's company, I believe she is much like her older sisters. Your living and your social standing mean less to her than your character and your education. I believe she will not marry without love or affection. If you are worried about the Season, you should not. Georgiana and Kitty will not come out this Season. They want to help with our wedding and go on the wedding tour."

"You understand I am not ready to offer marriage?"

"I do, and I suggest conducting a courtship through letters. However, if you don't value an educated woman…then leave Miss Kitty to a man who will appreciate her fine mind. She's more intuitive than most women, and she's curious about the world. I believe Kitty had difficulty reading at first, but she learned to interpret story and meaning through examination of illustrations. She is more artistic than her sisters." Fitzwilliam replied. "Ah, it is time for us to meet with the other guests before dinner."

The guests at Rosings Park enjoyed an evening meal of hot soup, crusty bread, cheeses, apple slices and grapes served with cold ham, roast beef and goose from the Boxing Day celebration. Wine was served for dinner, but Mrs. Annesley kept an eye on the wine glasses for all the younger ladies. The guests played cards, while the ladies took turns entertaining with pianoforte and singing. Fruitcake and orange wine were offered. At midnight, everyone bid one another a pleasant goodbye. Tomorrow, they were heading for their respective homes.

Day after Boxing Day

"You seem out of sorts, Mother," Mary addressed Mrs. Bennet at breakfast. She had already been to the kitchen to give Mr. and Mrs. Hill a coin to thank them for their help on Boxing Day and during the visit.

"Do you have any medicinal sherry?" Mrs. Bennet's uncharacteristically quiet voice alerted Mary. "I have a headache and must remain here until it abates."

"You have a headache from too much orange wine last evening. You cannot linger for days because George will cry. I will not endure your suggestions to send him away. Mrs. Manning tucked a bottle of medicinal sherry into your food hamper for the ride home. Papa must administer it to you. Don't delay over breakfast," Mary warned them. "Lizzy and Jane will depart soon. We must be outside to bid them goodbye."

While the Collinses were outside bidding goodbye to the Bingleys and the Darcys, Mrs. Manning, at Barlow's insistence, went through Lydia's trunk. They removed two bottles of sherry which Lydia acquired from the cellars. Lydia purloined bars of the finely milled soap from the bathing room. When Barlow found one of Mary's silk shawls, a silk fan and a pair of silk gloves which belonged to Mr. Collins' great aunt, she gave Lydia's trunk a good kick before Mr. Hill carried it downstairs.

The Darcy carriage moved off to allow room for the Fitzwilliam carriages followed by the de Bourgh carriage. Everyone warmly bid goodbye to family and friends goodbye. "You will reconsider our invitation to the engagement ball on Twelfth Night?" The Countess questioned the Collinses.

"We might." Mr. Collins promised. "If we attend, I would like to stay an extra day or two to visit Lady Catherine."

"We will be prepared," Miss Anne offered. "Anytime you are in London, Mr. Collins, the de Bourgh House is open to you."

When their carriages departed, the Bennet carriage was brought around, with all the trunks lashed to it. "I've been meaning to tell you how well the new carriage and horses look, Papa." Mary complimented Papa.

"It was time to replace them," Mr. Bennet acknowledged. "I purchased the largest carriage I could afford. I did enjoy your carriage, Mary. The new one horse gig which Mr. Collins showed me is an improvement over his older one."

"Goodbye, Papa," Mary hugged him. "Goodbye Mother, goodbye Lydia."

"We can't leave yet," Mrs. Bennet cried. "Kitty hasn't arrived with her trunks."

"Kitty left over an hour ago with Miss Anne and Miss Georgiana's maids," Mary informed the family. "With Papa's blessing, Kitty went to London to help Miss de Bourgh. There is much to be done for the engagement ball, the wedding and the Season."

"London!" Lydia stamped her foot. "Why is everyone visiting London but me!"

"You'll be going straight to a seminary in Scotland if you don't get in the carriage now. Don't make me head for Scotland instead of traveling to Hertfordshire." Mr. Bennet sternly advised Lydia.

"Your particular friend, Miss de Bourgh, was very mean with her London invitations. I see no reason Lydia couldn't stay a month or two with Kitty." Mrs. Bennet scolded Mary.

"Kitty is a companion to Miss Anne. She doesn't have time to wander around stores and pay for whatever Lydia desires. Kitty takes her responsibilities seriously." Mary responded quietly. "As it is, Lydia has the pence from the Christmas pudding. If you hurry, she can purchase new ribbons in Meryton before you return home."

"I can't leave yet, I haven't kissed Georgie goodbye," Mrs. Bennet resisted.

"He's sleeping, and we won't bring him out into this cool air." Mr. Collins blocked Mrs. Bennet's return to the parsonage. "You really must get in the carriage before it loses its warmth."

"Let us go, ladies! Mr. and Mrs. Hill don't need to wait for us in this cold." Mr. Bennet demanded.

Mr. Collins handed the ladies into the carriage without effusive goodbyes.

Mrs. Bennet flung herself onto the seat in the carriage. 'This is all too vexing! Why does Mary have a standing invitation at the de Bourgh House in London? Why didn't Mr. Bennet insist Kitty come home to Longbourn? I'm dependent upon London invitations from the Gardiners, because Mr. Bennet refuses to rent a house in town, claiming Longbourn cannot support such a request. Why did Bingley give up Netherfield and the Bingley House? Lydia and I will have no society! When Lizzy could spend the Season in London with Miss Darcy, she prefers to leave her with the Fitzwilliams. It is all so vexing! Mr. Bennet will hear about this since he let Kitty slip away again!'

Mr. Collins shook Mr. Bennet's hand. He lifted the food hamper and Mr. Bennet's reading satchel into the carriage when Mr. Bennet settled. Mr. Collins firmly closed the carriage door and gave Mr. Hill orders to begin the journey. He held Mary's hand on his arm, watching until the carriage disappeared. "Let's have some hot tea and give thanks to the Lord for getting through the holidays." Mr. Collins left his outerwear with Mr. Manning, and disappeared to his reading room. Barlow helped Mary remove her bonnet, gloves and redingote. They went to Mary's sitting room where Mrs. Manning awaited them, with bars of soap, bottles of sherry, a silk shawl, a lovely silk and pearl fan, in addition to a pair of her silk gloves.

"While I was cleaning your room this morning, I heard Master George fuss. I went to check on him. I saw Miss Lydia slink out of your room into hers. When she went down to breakfast, her trunks were packed without help from the staff. Mrs. Manning and I opened them. We found this hoard." Barlow explained.

"Thank you, both for your attention. Please put these things where they belong." Mary reached for her lockbox. She handed Mrs. Manning £5. "I'm sure my family failed to leave vails for everything you did for us during this time, especially dealing with Mother's distress over George. One pound for each of you and Clements. We will give a pound to Maryanne when she comes. She will have bed linens from three guest rooms, additional bath linens, and regular laundry."

"What will you do about Miss Lydia?" Mrs. Manning asked.

"I will send Mother a lovely note, thanking her for coming to Hunsford Parsonage. I will ask how she enjoyed her medicinal sherry on the way home to Longbourn. I will comment I must make a new batch of medicinal sherry since sending the second last bottle home with her." Mary replied. "I will not mention the things Lydia purloined…not even to Papa. Tis my own fault for leaving my quarters unlocked."

"I believe you should take an extra day or two in London if you attend the engagement ball. You should go to the theatre and have tea at Gunter's. A ride in Hyde Park would be nice also. You must buy some new accessories or books and music." Mrs. Manning smiled. "I think you deserve a treat or two since you proved what an excellent hostess you are. Mrs. Bennet may be best hostess of Hertfordshire with her company of four and twenty families. However, you are the particular friend of the granddaughter of an earl. Miss de Bough's good health must be a topic of every letter you send to your mama."

"That's not very Christianly," Mary chided.

"Sometimes the truth never is," Mrs. Manning stated. "I don't think it's very Christianly to be jealous, and I don't think it's very Christianly to steal. You turned the other cheek enough this holiday season. You should be a little cheeky."

Mary smothered a laugh and waved her servants off with their armloads of purloined goods retrieved from Lydia's trunk. She reached for her ledgers and updated her household accounts. She considered what she wanted for the gardens for spring. If they went to London, she could visit the plant and seed warehouses. Meanwhile, she would start lists of what she needed for spring.

The next day, Matlock House, London

Elizabeth and William were pleased to announce the birth of an impending Darcy heir. His family was overjoyed and promised not to reveal their situation. Elizabeth felt sad for Jane and Bingley because they could not announce their happy news to any of Bingley's family, and definitely not to Jane's family at Longbourn. They would share their good news with Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner and swear them to secrecy.

Jane and Lizzy discussed the situation. Jane was excessively bothered because Mama had been so dismissive of Baby George. Jane worried about Mama's interference if she learned Jane was enceinte. For the sake of their husbands' good temperaments, they felt they should not announce their increase to Mama.

December 29

Mr. Knowles took Daisy to breed her again. He took Beatrice and Emilia for their first breeding cycle. He promised to find a young dairy cow or two to increase Mary's dairy herd by Lady Day. 'Another exercise in patience,' Mary laughed to herself. "When Papa discussed my plans, he suggested excellent apple pies to keep me cheerful.'

Aunt Gardiner sent a letter wishing Happy Christmas to the Collinses. She congratulated Mary on the birth of George, and promised to visit in the Spring. The best news she shared was Mary's coin rolls were excellent sellers. Ladies with reticules could encounter a pickpocket or cut-purse. Ladies appreciated being able to button coin rolls on a petticoat while traveling.

~X~

"Mr. Hamilton," Georgiana Darcy recognized him.

"Miss Darcy, Miss Bennet," he bowed, they curtsied. "I thought I would send a book to George for Twelfth Night."

"Oh, capital idea!" Kitty concurred. "Will you suggest books? I should like to buy one also. I can give it to Mary to take home to George if they attend Twelfth Night. If not, I will send it forward to Hunsford Parsonage."

"Excellent plan!" Mr. Hamilton agreed.

"Do you mind if I peruse the novels while you search for books with Mr. Hamilton?" Georgiana suggested. "Mrs. Annesley can help me, and we'll be done faster. Then we could go to your uncle's shop for gown materials."

Hamilton and Kitty moved off toward books for children. "Jonathan Swift's Gulliver's Travels is in stock. However, it is too advanced for George. I found three books, The Butterfly's Ball, The Elephant's Ball and Cock Robin." Hamilton glanced to see they were not being followed.

"I wondered if they had Tom Thumb." Kitty kept up the pretense of polite conversation.

"I am pleased to see you again. I received an invitation to the Twelfth Night Ball. I must return to Oxford on January tenth. Will you meet me for a walk tomorrow, during Fashionable Hour at Hyde Park?" Mr. Hamilton asked Miss Bennet for a meeting, although it would be in public.

"I will. I'm sure Miss Darcy will insist on inviting you to dinner. Were you seeking any books for you?" Kitty wondered what he was reading.

"There is a marvelous atlas in a wooden case," Hamilton nodded in its direction. "I can't take home with me. I arranged for it to be shipped. Did you find any books for you?"

"I am determined to finish perusing the library at Matlock House and then the library at the de Bourgh House. For I add books I find to my list of books to read and books to purchase. I advise my sister Lydia that books are not like ribbons. You don't buy something which catches your eye. You consider before purchasing." Kitty hoped Mr. Hamilton approved of her thrift and economy. She would not waste a few pounds trying to engage Mr. Hamilton's notice.

"Very nice comparison. Although, I really liked the pink ribbon you wore in your hair at the Christmas Eve Ball." Hamilton's green eyes sparkled with amusement.

"You will see it again if you come to the Twelfth Night Ball." Kitty admitted.

"Maybe you will wear it to the Sunday salon. I have a standing invitation between now and Midsummer to attend the Sunday salons at the Matlock House when I am in London." Hamilton didn't brag, but it was an excellent connection for him.

Kitty knew Hamilton was brilliant…but to be singled out for a standing invitation! On Sundays, the Earl and Countess of Matlock hosted a salon with aristocracy, academics, artists and authors. Lady Matlock never knew who would be in attendance to entertain with music, dramatic readings, or conversations of the newest issues in the land. Lady Matlock confessed she instituted the salons because she tired of insipid conversations about weather, gowns, Presentation Hour in Hyde Park, and the newest plays and concerts. She wanted someone who would discuss books, art and life with her…and she was thrilled to have Elizabeth. She was also thrilled to join conversations between Georgiana, Anne and Kitty. She claimed she would have traded her best jewels for a circle of educated female friends when she was younger.

"Are you enjoying London, Miss Bennet?" Hamilton asked as two men passed them, curious about the pretty lady on his arm.

"This London trip has been most agreeable. Miss Darcy and I visit bookstores and music shops. Miss Anne will visit the modiste regularly to create her trousseau. I am especially fond of Miss Anne's seamstress. Clarisse has been teaching me about fashion and sewing." Kitty admitted one of her fatal flaws…fashion.

"Will you come out this Season, Miss Bennet?" Hamilton inquired.

"Miss Georgiana and I won't come out this Season. We are in London on weekends until Lady Day. We should remain at Rosings until after Easter, when we return for the wedding before April thirtieth. Mr. Fitzwilliam and Miss de Bourgh requested Miss Darcy and I travel with them in May for the wedding tour. We will attend the Pemberley house party in June." Kitty provided a concise diary to Mr. Hamilton.

"Mr. Fitzwilliam hinted I should expect an invitation to the wedding breakfast. I hope you haven't changed your mind about exchanging letters. We will both be terribly busy if you are in London and traveling while I'm sequestered with students and tenants at Oxford." Hamilton reached in his pocket for a card.

"I have not changed my mind." Kitty slipped him her card and took his in exchange.

"Mr. Fitzwilliam agreed to act as our go-between. No one will know we're flaunting propriety. I do not believe sharing ink, paper and ideas is scandalous." Hamilton opined, and Kitty agreed.

~X~

Richard arranged for Anne's Twelve Days of Christmas gifts to be left on her dressing table first thing every morning before Anne rose. He gave her beautiful, simple sapphire jewelry to add to her collection. He purchased books and music. He gave her silk handkerchiefs and fans. He gave her delicate rose or jasmine scents. One of Anne's Twelfth Night presents from Fitzwilliam was a pair of opera length white satin gloves, with a promise to take her to the opera after Twelfth Night in London.

Anne arranged for Blakewell to leave Richard's gifts on the chest of drawers in his dressing room. She gave him a new dressing case with gold accessories and gold topped bottles. She gave him new toiletries in the sandalwood and lemon scent which Darcy liked. She gave him the sapphire and gold button covers and sleeve links she saw at Mr. Edwards shop. She gave him two blue brocade waistcoats in sapphire and ocean blue. She gave him a new cognac colored riding crop and gloves. She gave him new monogrammed handkerchiefs. She gave him a bottle of rare French brandy, recommended by Aveline, along with a travel tantalizer. She gave him a new travel writing slope. She gave him a travel chess set. She gave him books, marked with ribbon bookmarks created by her.

Both agreed…the best gift they received was each other's heart.

A/N: Thank you for all the reviews! The saga continues in Wretched Beginnings 1814. If you wonder…I have pieces parts written to 1817. I can't guarantee it will continue to 1817. I am sure WB 1814 is complete.