Wretched Beginnings 1813 – Chapter 4
May 1
"Miss Bennet…Catherine…I have enjoyed your letters. I have enjoyed seeing you in London. I would enjoy seeing your beautiful face every day for the rest of my life. Dearest Catherine…I offer myself to you, to be your constant companion and cherished love. Will you marry me?" John Hamilton clasped Catherine Bennet's hands to his chest.
Catherine leaned into John until they wrapped their arms around each other. "Yes, John Daniel Hamilton, I will marry you. Yes, I accept you as my constant companion and cherished love." She kissed him ardently and hoped her kiss conveyed the depth of her feelings for this wonderful man.
"Catherine," John kissed her forehead and laid his cheek against her soft curls. "Darcy provided a letter of introduction so I can secure a Special License for us. Then I will come to the house party at Pemberley. Darcy offered us the Pemberley Chapel. He offered the Pemberley hunting lodge for our privacy after the wedding breakfast. Once the birthday/anniversary ball is over, we travel to the Lake District. Fitzwilliam offered us the use of the Fitzwilliam House in Windermere for the month of July."
"Darcy knew before we told him?" Catherine asked.
"Mr. Bennet gave Mr. Fitzwilliam a letter granting him guardianship over you during the wedding tour. Mr. Fitzwilliam and Mr. Darcy wished us joy. They suggested we not tell your family until we are at Pemberley for the house party. They believe your mother would insist you come home for shopping and wedding preparations if she knew before we announce our betrothal at Pemberley," John explained.
Catherine sighed happily. "Shall I see you on June fourth, at Pemberley?"
"I will be there, with special license, marriage settlement to be signed, and my best manners to request your father's blessings." John kissed her temple. "I would prefer a small wedding with just family and close friends. Lydia may stand up for you, although I prefer Mary. However, Lydia is not coming on our wedding tour. I won't have the patience to curb her…liveliness. I will ask Collins to stand up for me."
Catherine kissed him again.
"We have the remainder of today to settle things between us. We need to discuss the wedding, marriage settlement, and our home," John murmured. "When we depart tomorrow, let us hope the next two months end quickly, for I never want to be parted again."
~X~
Anne enjoyed the new Sunday day gown which she commissioned to wear the day after the wedding. A fine white lawn overskirt covered a fine white cotton under gown. The gown's embroidery consisted of silk thread white flowers and pale silver-green leaves. The three-layer ribboned sash consisted of a three-inch ribbon of white velvet, a two-inch ribbon of white satin, and a one-inch ribbon of flat white lace. They were sewn together with white silk thread. Allowing for a large bow at the front of the gown under the bodice, the ribbon ends fluttered about Anne's knees like butterflies in the flower garden.
Anne wore her white kid leather walking boots from the wedding. Her fine lawn wrap hung off her arms, almost touching the hem of her gown on both sides. The wrap had been embroidered around the edges with the silk thread white flowers and pale silver-green leaves of her gown. She commissioned a bandeau made identical to the ribbon sash. Her short white fine cotton gloves were also embroidered with silk thread white flowers and pale silver-green leaves. Anne almost giggled to herself. She commissioned the gown after Twelfth Night. Clarisse embroidered for three months. If Augusta admired it, and wanted a copy, she'd better commission it now to be ready for Little Season.
May 2
"Ladies," Mr. Bennet sipped his coffee, unfurled the newspaper and began reading the newspaper article about the de Bourgh/Fitzwilliam wedding, wedding breakfast and wedding ball held at the home of the Earl and Countess of Matlock, London. He read the section which stated Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy and Miss Georgiana Darcy, Pemberley, Derbyshire stood up for their cousins.
Catherine's express, sent before they departed London this morning, reported how Miss de Bourgh and Miss Darcy were transported from the de Bourgh House, London to St. George's Cathedral via a white landau and a matched set of four white horses. The bride and groom were transported to the Matlock House in London after the wedding using the same landau and set of four. Mr. Bennet read the express with the description of the wedding, and the wedding breakfast, guests, menu and decorations. The new couple opened the dancing at their wedding breakfast with a waltz. She related the Darcys were in health, in addition to the Collinses.
Mrs. Bennet burst into tears and wailed into her ever-present handkerchief. She received no London or Darcy House invitations. "This is all Lizzy's fault! We should have been invited to stay at the Matlock House last year when Lizzy married Darcy. Lydia would have impressed Lady Matlock with her liveliness. She would have been asked to be Miss de Bourgh's companion! Lydia is prettier and livelier than Kitty! Who can stand Kitty's constant cough?"
Lydia stabbed at her breakfast, and scraped her silverware across the china. Her sounds were as obnoxious as Mrs. Bennet's wails. 'Mama promised me we would be invited to London! The parties, the balls, the society! I should have stayed with the Whitfords! I am so bored here!'
"First, I will point out the inanity of your assertion." Mr. Bennet laid Catherine's letter on the table. "Miss Anne met your Lively Lydia during Jane and Lizzy's wedding shopping and events. Miss Anne asked Catherine to join her, due to the impression which Catherine made on Miss Anne during her visit to Hunsford Parsonage."
Lydia huffed, and Mr. Bennet ignored it.
"Second, Catherine's health is quite improved since her stay in Bath last fall with Miss de Bourgh and Colonel, sorry, Mr. Fitzwilliam. You obviously didn't notice Catherine's health and demeanor are quite improved."
Mrs. Bennet sniffled into her perpetually fluttering handkerchief.
"There is more news." Mr. Bennet read Catherine's letter which described the clothes, the food, the ballroom, the dancing, the musicians, and the walks in the garden during the wedding ball. Catherine related purchasing travel clothes for the wedding tour and Mr. Fitzwilliam's gift of a matching set of travel trunks, valise, dressing case and bandboxes. She concluded the lengthy letter with a description of the wedding tour itinerary and directions.
"Oh my," Mr. Bennet removed his reading glasses. "Dearest Jane wasn't invited to any wedding events either. How dismal the Bennets attending this ton wedding were your three least favorite daughters. How will you beg them for pre-wedding and wedding event details? I think I shall write Catherine directly. I must send my congratulations to Elizabeth's cousins. I wonder if Catherine danced every dance with military friends of the Honorable Mr. Fitzwilliam? She did dance every dance at the Christmas Ball."
Mrs. Bennet burst into a new round of tears, sobs and wails, accompanied by Lydia slamming her tea cup in the saucer.
Mr. Bennet rang the bell for Mrs. Hill. "Please administer a calming draught to Mrs. Bennet and to Miss Lydia. They are quite upset about the news of the Fitzwilliam wedding. Remove the knocker as I refuse to exhibit their vapors to callers." He tucked the paper under his arm, departing for his study. He enjoyed reading Catherine's letter aloud this morning because it guaranteed Longbourn would be a quiet house today.
Mrs. Hill was happy because her girls were happy. Mrs. Mary had a wonderful little boy. Mrs. Elizabeth and Mrs. Jane married for love. Miss Catherine traveled with the nice Mr. and Mrs. Fitzwilliam. Miss Lydia had not been permitted to travel to London with her particular friend, Mrs. Whitford. Mr. Hill talked with the servants. They knew who paid their wages, and who did not.
During this cold spring, Mr. Bennet departed Longbourn every morning, lighting firepits, or spring planting with his tenants. The repaired Steward's House had been leased to a nice tradesman who wanted out of London until Michaelmas. Mrs. Hill smiled. Tenant visitation day loomed. Mrs. Bennet and Lydia suffered from Mr. Bennet's newly enforced proper deportment lessons. Mrs. Hill and Sarah called on the tenants because Mrs. Bennet had nervous headaches on tenant visitation days. Lydia could not visit the tenants because Mrs. Bennet needed someone to nurse her.
Mr. Bennet noted their dismissal of important tasks. Penalizing pin money seemed a worthless endeavor. His other daughters returned pin moneys which he could use to provide extra pay to Mrs. Hill and Sarah. He would take both of them to Scotland, but he did not know the condition of the roads during this cold spring. Scotland was a shorter trip from Pemberley than it was from Longbourn. He hoped to remain strong until the time felt right.
~X~
May 2
Sussex Hotel, Brighton
Dearest John,
I will send this express to you in Oxford. I packed my three French novels. I purchased travel guides for Brighton, Bath, and the Lake District but did not find Radcliffe's travel guide. I filled a travel trunk with my art box, workbox, travel writing slope, and good books. Mr. and Mrs. F. and Miss D. are anxious to practice our French as we travel.
We departed early this morning for Brighton and arrived before tea. We should be in Brighton until May ninth. We have rooms at the Sussex Hotel, which faces the sea shore. After our arrival, and after settling in, we had a lovely repast on an outdoor pavilion which looked out to sea. We saw ships in the ocean, moving to and fro, guarding the coastline. Mrs. F. is anxious to go sea bathing. Miss D. is anxious to spend some time drawing seascapes. Mr. F. is anxious to have a glimpse of the military maneuvers. I am anxious to learn the French words for places and things in Brighton.
I will write you of the activities and events in Brighton, Bath and the Lake District. I will memorize every detail of the Fitzwilliam House in Windermere to share with you before we travel there for our wedding tour. Mr. F. says the house is surrounded by a small copse with a view of the lake. The flower gardens have been allowed to develop naturally. There are no Greek or Roman statues, and only a sundial in a flower garden. I cannot wait to hold your hand and walk the woods, gardens and lake shore with you.
I will be pleased dance the first, last and supper sets for the birthday/anniversary ball on June thirtieth with my new husband.
Mary and George left London with Darcy this morning to return to Pemberley. He revealed I may have two new nephews by the time we reach Pemberley, as both Jane and Lizzy are enceinte. I understand Mary will be at Pemberley to help both our sisters during their confinement. I cannot wait to sketch all my nieces and nephews.
Thank you for your letters.
I look forward to seeing you at Pemberley in June.
Love, Catherine
~X~
May 2
Sussex Hotel, Brighton
Dear Lizzy,
Mr. John Hamilton, George's godfather and Mr. Collins' particular friend, has offered for me. I said yes, dear sister.
While Mr. F. has agreed, John will seek approval from Papa at Pemberley. Mr. D. knows, but he is keeping our attachment a secret until John can talk to Papa.
Mr. D. offered the Pemberley Chapel for the wedding and the ballroom for the wedding breakfast. I would like the wedding to take place on the fourth and twentieth of June. I have included a page of the arrangements which I would like. Georgiana offered suggestions for food and for musicians. If you will coordinate the wedding breakfast with Mrs. Reynolds, I would be well pleased. Mr. Darcy offered the hunting lodge where we may stay from the wedding until your birthday ball. The day after the ball, we will travel to the Lake District. Mr. F. offered us the Fitzwilliam House through July for our wedding tour. He will talk with the staff while we are there, so they know John and I will be there the entire of July.
I would like to ask Georgiana to stand up for me, but I anticipate Mama will not understand. Georgiana suggests I ask Lydia after John and Papa sign the wedding settlement. Do insist Lydia bring at least four good gowns with her. I will have my wedding clothes with me. I am in no humor to waste time before my wedding at modiste appointments or in London warehouses. I am in no humor to view every lace and silk available in London.
I am so happy Lizzy! Pray, write and tell me the news and tell me how plans are progressing for my wedding day. I will help you with anything I can, you just need to ask. Oh…and please keep my betrothal a secret until we announce it. My best to Darcy and you…I'm so happy, Lizzy. I will marry the man I love and the man who loves me.
Oh Lizzy! I realized this letter is all about me…I cannot wait to meet my new nieces or nephews. Mr. D. told me. I will not share your secret. I'm so happy for you and Jane. Please give the Bingleys my love.
Love,
Your sister,
Catherine
May 5
May 5
Hamilton House, Oxford
Dearest Catherine,
I received your letter yesterday. I took my leisure in my comfortable library/study to read your missive. I appreciate the second pink ribbon you bestowed on me before I departed after the de Bourgh/Fitzwilliam wedding. Your pink ribbon bookmarks elicited raised eyebrows among my staff, but no comments.
Before the end of May, my valet and I will travel to London, and stay at the de Bourgh House by offer of Mrs. Fitzwilliam. I will seek a special license for us to marry at Pemberley. I will have our marriage settlement drawn. Thank you for discussing the particulars with me before I left London after the wedding.
I will be grateful to stay at the Darcy properties as we travel from London to Pemberley. When I arrive at Pemberley, I will have my coachman, valet and a lady's maid for you. The lady's maid is Sally Simmons, who is a cousin to my valet, Thomas Henderson. Henderson is a rare creature who reminds me of Darcy's valet, Jennings. He is equally gifted at preparing lecture, travel, work and gentleman's clothes for me. He rides, fishes, hunts and practices fencing with me. Their aunt and uncle, Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin Banks, are my butler and housekeeper. Henderson's older sister, Emma, is married to my steward, Rowan Clark. Clark's mother, Mrs. William Hammond, works with the gardeners at the main farm. She is as knowledgeable about bees and plants as your sister Mary. Mrs. Hammond lives with the Clarks in the Steward House on my main farm. The main farm and tenant farms have many Banks, Clark, Hammond, Henderson and Simmons relatives who live and work on the Hamilton estate.
I gave Mrs. Banks orders to clean and refurbish the master and mistress suite at Hamilton House with new drapes and bed linens. I use one of the largest family rooms on the west side of the second floor. My parents' rooms have been cleaned, but not used in over half a decade. The suite consists of five rooms on the east side of the Hamilton House. Dressing room, mistress sleeping quarters, a shared sitting room, master sleeping quarters and dressing room. Mother's room is decorated in cream wallpaper with sprigs of pink flowers. I asked for new bed linens in deep pink for you. Mrs. Banks suggests you arrange the room to your liking when you arrive. The sitting room is created in wine and dark green with cream colored walls. The master sleeping quarters has pale green walls, and dark green bed linens and drapes. All the furniture from our future suite of rooms is mahogany.
I also requested a deep cleaning of the small study next to the library, which I don't use. I thought you might like to use it for your morning room/study/personal sitting room. The window-pane doors open out onto the gardens. Currently it is painted cream and the furniture is upholstered in shades of blue. However, you can redecorate to your tastes when you come home with me.
Henderson reminded me about an early breakfast tomorrow with Clark before we inspect the farms. Spring planting is completed.
I will see you in less than a month, my pretty girl.
Love, John
~X~
"What are you doing?" Anne observed Catherine.
"I drew a sketch of you and Mr. Richard at your wedding. On the back of the sketch I have written a description of your wedding, wedding breakfast and wedding ball. I had planned to send it to Mama, so she will quit asking the details. However, I'd rather give it to you to place in your wedding slippers to save for your daughter and granddaughter."
"No, don't fold it for the slippers. I want to frame your sketch and place it in my sitting room or dressing room. I do not mind if you copy the description and send it to your mother, but I don't want her to have a sketch of our wedding clothes. This sketch will help us have a formal portrait made for our home in Hunsford."
"Do you think Mama will recreate your wedding gown for Lydia?" Catherine examined the picture.
"No…it doesn't have flounces or lace." Anne chuckled.
~X~
May 5
Sussex Hotel, Brighton
Dearest Lydia,
Please give my love to Mama and Papa. I trust you are all in good health. I am sure you are busy visiting friends since you toured Bath for ten weeks.
Papa related you and Mama think my express did not provide enough details of the wedding breakfast and the wedding ball. When one gets caught up in the excitement of such an excellent event…one quite forgets to relate the minute details. With help from Georgiana and Mrs. Fitzwilliam, I've enclosed a separate page with all the details we can remember. I will waste no more time describing the wedding, wedding breakfast or wedding ball in my letters. I drew a picture of the wedding bouquet. Mrs. F. requests her gown and mantle (created especially for her) not be drawn. She paid extra to Mme. Charette to keep the designs secret and not recreate them for anyone.
We arrived in Brighton before tea time on Monday. The Assembly Rooms appear as fine as the ones in Bath. We visited the circulating library. We purchased fashion magazines, tickets to a concert, a theatre production, and a card party at the Assembly Rooms. We plan to go sea bathing.
Mr. Fitzwilliam explained we may see boat races as we promenade along the Steyne. Our third hour in Brighton, Mr. Fitzwilliam received invitations to an evening at the Prince Regent's Pavilion two weeks hence. Unfortunately, we will be at the Lake District. I hear the walks around the Prince Regent's Pavilion are the best in Brighton. Mrs. Anne, Miss Georgiana and I are grateful we need not bribe the best modiste in town to create fine new evening gowns for the Pavilion. Mr. Fitzwilliam claims attending the Prince Regent's event, would expose us to invitations by first circle society in Brighton, along with various invitations to entertainments and dinners.
I will ring now for a hot bath and dress for dinner. Miss D. and Mrs. F. generously share their French maids with me. I declare my hair has not been dressed this well ever before. I have learned four different hairstyles which I can recreate for myself with no help. Dinner will be three courses al fresco on an outdoor pavilion with a quartet providing dinner music! I will send this by express this tomorrow and will include our direction for the next part of the tour. Please address your letters to Catherine Bennet, as I don't go by Kitty anymore.
If I should see Mrs. Forester while I am in Brighton, I will give her your regards.
I send my love to you, Mama and Papa,
Your sister, Catherine
~X~
Lizzy wore a morning gown of pale green muslin with white cotton lace and ribbons. Her loosely braided hair seemed to grow and glow during her confinement. She felt determined to conquer her exhaustion and malaise so she could resume her early morning walks. Solange brought a crystal vase of dewy roses to scent Lizzy's private study, since Mr. Darcy forbade Lizzy to walk alone or walk about for any length of time. Mrs. Reynolds brought the week's menus to Lizzy. "I can't think about food this week," Lizzy sighed. "I would prefer cold meals for midday and dinners…cold roast chicken, cold sliced ham, sliced cheeses, light garden stuff salads, crusty inn bread, cold poached pears and sugared grapes. I want cold green tea to drink also."
"We will arrange the meals for you. Hot or cold breakfasts?" Mrs. Reynolds watched Mrs. Darcy turn greener than her gown. "Sorry, we will make more ginger biscuits for you."
"Thank you," Lizzy shook her head. "I haven't heard of any woman who cast up her accounts as much as I have during this increase. Jane feels indigestion more than casting up her accounts. I'm glad the nursery is cleaned, and the layette is sewn. I feel restless. I want to go for a long ramble, but I'm too tired to walk farther than from room to room in the house."
"Mrs. Collins and I will care for the tenants. The house routine is established. There is nothing for you to fret about. We will try to wait patiently for Baby Darcy. The rooms are ready for the house party. Food will be delivered by June first. We will have additional servants for anyone who does not bring their own staff. Activities and menus have been set. The only changes to the menus will depend upon fresh garden stuff and fresh orchard stuff delivered from the farms or orangery."
~X~
"Fitzwilliam?" Darcy eyed Elizabeth warily. "Are you cross with me?"
"No, why would you think that?" Lizzy's confusion shadowed her face.
"You called me Fitzwilliam. Father and Mother called me Fitzwilliam when they were cross with me. Otherwise they called me William or Will."
"Your presence surprised me. The name slipped out. I'm considering names for our child." Lizzy stroked and patted her very visible increase. "Lady Catherine called you Fitzwilliam."
"Lady Catherine called me Fitzwilliam to remind me of my ties to her and my duty to the Fitzwilliam family. Lady Catherine preferred to be called Lady Catherine instead of Lady de Bourgh because her family history ranked higher than Sir Lewis's family history. I would rather be your William than be her Fitzwilliam."
"You are my William. You are my sweet William." Lizzy kissed him gently.
"Bennet Charles if he is a boy. Elizabeth Jane if she is a girl. Ben or Beth Darcy. Enough contemplation of serious topics." Darcy closed and locked the door to her sitting room.
"What about William Richard for our second son, and Emily Anne for our second daughter?"
"Oh, Mrs. Darcy, I will take great pleasure creating siblings for Ben or Beth with you." Darcy whispered in her ear, catching that delicate shell in his teeth. "Pemberley is not entailed. We can do better than your mother and have six daughters. If our first child is a daughter, I do not want you to weep and become maudlin. Most men, I am sorry to say, cannot wait for the heir and spare to be borne so they can rush off to the arms of a mistress. I believe in my marriage vows, which I made to you in a church, in the sight of God and our family and friends. I swore to be faithful to you, and I am an honorable man. I will not break that vow. Besides," Darcy winked. "If you are in my bed every night, you know I'm not seeking comfort in another woman's arms."
May 8
"Ugh," Lizzy covered her nose and ran from the morning room to the outside garden. Her face resembled the green, verdant plantings.Darcy didn't know if the eggs on buttered toast, the cold sliced tongue, the ham, or the coffee bothered her. He rang for Mrs. Reynolds. "Green tea with ginger biscuits for Mrs. Darcy," he ordered.
"Mrs. Darcy planned Salmagundi for midday," Mrs. Reynolds noted. "We'll prepare some ginger ices for her, just in case.
"How does Lizzy like egg custards?" Mary asked.
"Mrs. Darcy likes them well enough for midday or tea. She doesn't like them for breakfast. I offered her hot broth at midday, but she complains about eating hot food She ate better this week with cold foods…but no salmon mayonnaise. She likes cold garden stuff with cold roast chicken or roast beef, with sliced cheeses." Mrs. Reynolds explained.
~X~
"Tea is custard tarts, rice pudding, sweet jam sandwiches, and sugar biscuits. I recreated an old receipt from Tudor times," Mary admitted. "The old rice pudding receipt has lemon zest, cardamom and tart fruit like apricots. I changed the apricots to chopped apples, replaced the lemon zest with nut bits, and used cinnamon instead of cardamom. The plate is Charlotte's sweet sandwiches made from butter pound cake slices and strawberry jam. They are cut in fingers. I like them a great deal. There is cool green tea." She offered a glass to Lizzy. "I know you don't want to hear this, but it's time for you to stay on the second floor. I can't have you climbing and descending the stairs, but don't lie around in bed. Rise and dress each day. Walk the halls. When you are fatigued, put your feet up and take a rest. I will speak with Mrs. Reynolds and ensure the birthing chair, cradle and other items are ready."
May 9
Mary went to the nursery when she heard George fuss. His feet were in the air and he played with his toes. He paused long enough to smile at his mama. His arms waved about, babbling good morning to her. Mrs. Clements briskly performed George's morning ablutions before handing him off to Mary. "Good morning my little love," Mary held him and stroked his dark hair. "I think you look more like your Papa each day." She rocked and sang to him while he babbled.
"Would you like to feed him?" Mrs. Clements reappeared with a breakfast tray for George.
"Not this morning," Mary tousled her son's hair. "I woke early, I don't know why. Maybe I'll check on Lizzy before I go to the kitchens."
Mrs. Clements laughed. "Mr. Darcy might not like you waking Mrs. Darcy this early in the morning."
"When we lived at Longbourn, Lizzy was awake, dressed and taking a stroll outdoors at this hour of the morning. You will have two baby cousins very soon, Master George." Mary smothered his cheeks with kisses before handing him off to Mrs. Clements.
~X~
Darcy sat on the chaise in their sitting room, with Lizzy curled next to him. Her head was in his lap, and he gently stroked her braided hair as he read. He covered Elizabeth with a light blanket. Jennings entered the room and took Darcy's orders for food. Twenty minutes later, a line of footmen entered. The first took table linens, place settings, glasses and cutlery from the sideboard in the room. He laid the table, awaiting the footman who brought flowers and a pitcher of iced green tea. The final two footmen carried silver trays with covered dishes which they set on the table. "Everything cold, as you requested. Mrs. Reynold said to ring when you want the ices." Jennings and the footmen bowed to Mr. Darcy and departed. Darcy woke his sleeping wife. "Midday. There will be ginger ices when you want them."
May 10
"You can either midwife with me…or you can leave," Mary informed Lizzy's midwife. "Darcy, she will not bleed Lizzy unconscious. I won't have it. If you follow my directions, this will be over in half the time."
"Mrs. Collins is in charge. Even I am commanded by her." Darcy would not engage in arguments between his sister-by-marriage and a midwife they might need in the future.
"Very good. Darcy, help Lizzy walk until her birthing pains are five minutes apart. Lizzy, do not scream through the pains; do not hold your breath. Concentrate on counting – aloud in French until the pain subsides. If you must sit during the pain, keep your back straight, your head erect and breathe. Darcy, if Lizzy can't count then help her conjugate verbs in French, or help her converse in French."
Mary watched as Darcy helped Lizzy with her wrapper and helped her move to the hall. "Bank that fire and open the window. This room is stifling." She rang the bell for two maids. "I need several pails of hot water – not boiling – but hot. I need a basin of ice water, a washing flannel and towel." Mary carried the birthing trunk to Lizzy's sleeping quarters. She put on her sailcloth apron and sleeves. She removed herbal vinegar she used for scrubbing before she birthed babies. She pulled out a basin for bathing the baby.
"I need a washing flannel and towel for washing the baby. I need swaddling clothes. I need another set of bed linens. I need another basin for the birthing. I need the cradle brought into the room. I need clean nightclothes for Mrs. Darcy." Mary gave more orders to the maids. A basin of cool water with ice awaited. The birthing chair sat in an excellent location…not too close to the fire, windows or other furniture in the room.
"The room is cooler, let's close the window to one inch. We'll close the windows completely when Lizzy returns." She explained to the midwife. "Wet the washing flannel. I put lavender oil in the chilly water. Lizzy needs to wipe her face after each of the pains. The lavender will help relax her."
~X~
"Lizzy, time to go to your sleeping quarters." Mary's kind voice interrupted the Darcys' embrace. "You might want to go to the library or your study," she suggested to Darcy. "This part is difficult for most men, even seasoned soldiers."
"I'm not leaving my wife," Darcy's scowl made Mary laugh.
"If you faint while she's giving birth, you'll lay where you fall. The babe comes first, Lizzy second and you are relegated to an unbecoming third place. Please don't argue with me about how men are stronger because women's sensibilities are more fine. If you men experienced child birth pains…there might be less families with ten children." Mary advised. "Let's relocate. I do not want to birth a babe in a hallway where Lizzy has no privacy."
"Put another chair back behind the birthing chair. Darcy, you are in the spare chair. Lizzy to the birthing chair. Darcy…hold her hands and help her remain calm. Just listen to me, and breathe…don't scream…don't hold your breath…it won't be long now, Lizzy."
~X~
"Hello Bennet Charles Darcy," Mary gently washed her new nephew. "I have a wonderful little boy named George. You will be good friends with one another, chasing ducks and chickens, riding horses, climbing trees and skinning your knees." She took a deep breath and countermanded the midwife's directives. "I will not argue about this either. Bring Mrs. Darcy a tea tray with green tea and honey, and good restorative bone broth. She will not be starved for two weeks. If she feels like leaving her bed in a day or two, you will not stop her. She will heal faster with food and exercise. She will heal faster with fresh air and sunshine. You will not dose her with laudanum to keep her insensible. You will not bleed her insensible either."
"You will do what Mary orders or requests. I approve of anything which encourages me to walk around my gardens." Lizzy sighed and laid back on the pillows behind her.
~X~
"Oh dear," Darcy sighed. "I had the most awful dream last night."
"What was it about?" Lizzy cradled Ben in her arms.
"I had a horrid dream he married Clarissa Cacklemas," Darcy pronounced. "Cacklemas Darcy. I shan't bear it."
"Oh dear," Lizzy's eyes twinkled, "we must warn him against Hortensia Hugglethorpe also."
"We must ensure he never meets Eufingenia Eagleheart."
"He must never stand up at a ball with Agatha Ailesdown."
"Nor Sarah Stormbaker either."
"Perhaps we should only accept ball invitations where there are Miss Smith, Miss Wilson, Miss Morgan or Miss Andrews present." Lizzy suggested.
"Capital idea," Darcy intoned in the sonorous tones of Sir William. Then he planted a very ardent kiss on Lizzy's rosy lips. "When he marries for love like his parents, I won't wish for more."
May 12, Bath
"Anne…" Catherine inclined her head in the direction of a woman whose eyes lit up when she spotted their arrival. "…Lady Hildreth."
"The Hildreths returned to Bath after our wedding. Follow my lead, Catherine." Anne selected a table near the window, surrounded by gentry at other tables. She nodded and smiled pleasantly at people she recognized from tables around her. She pointedly ignored Lady Hildreth. She ordered green tea and a curate filled with scones, small sandwiches, savories and sweets to restore Catherine and herself.
"Mrs. Fitzwilliam, Miss Bennet, how delightful to meet you here." Lady Hildreth beamed as she approached their table. "I am here with The Honorable Miss Sylvia Allen, who requests an introduction." She nodded at the young woman who stood next to her.
Anne dropped her voice to a stage whisper, yet the tables seated close heard her. "Did we have an appointment to meet Lady Hildreth?" She turned to Catherine, who shook her head. "I didn't think so. I heard she prefers private appointments with married men."
Catherine stage gasped, and moved her gloved hand over her mouth. The Honorable Miss Sylvia Allen fled back to her table, sinking into her chair with her back to Lady Hildreth.
Anne turned her head and stared out the window. Catherine stared out the window also. "I don't think we'll see anything peculiar at the circus tonight. They certainly don't have any Birds of Paradise on display with their exotic animals."
Gasps rose from the tables around them as the clients in Mulholland's understood The Honorable Mrs. Richard Fitzwilliam not only insulted Lady Honoria Hildreth, but cut her as well.
Lady Hildreth blushed and returned to her table to collect her packages. She scurried out of Mulholland's, leaving her companions still sitting at their table. She quickly disappeared down the street and into the fine weather of Bath.
"Lady Hildreth, and other light skirts, offered their charms to Darcy at our wedding. They sought the favor of his protection." Anne revealed through a stage whisper so the surrounding tables could hear her. "Furious, Fitzwilliam informed the Countess of Matlock, so she should cut those light skirts the next time she encounters them."
Catherine gasped again, moving her gloved hand over her mouth.
"Unfortunately, as you will learn, some ladies are NOT ladies," Anne poured their tea. Catherine handed Anne a plate and helped herself to refreshments from the curate. Anne lowered her eyes and noted the conversation level in Mulholland's quieted. Anne did not know the Honorable Miss Sylvia Allen. However her table expressed the loudest whispers in the establishment.
"Do we have time in Bath for me to commission a miniature?" Catherine wanted a miniature to give to John for their wedding. Catherine's letters to her Papa detailed her days, lessons, and books she read. Her letters contained detailed information of the circulating library in Bath. Catherine's letters to Mama and Lydia detailed concerts and theatre she attended. Her letters elucidated shopping and activities in Bath. Catherine explained what she saw, but not what she purchased.
May 11, Bath
"Tomorrow we may visit the Assembly Rooms as a group. After we sign our names in the visitors' book…we shall be overwhelmed with first and second set callers." Georgiana warned.
"I intend to accept callers two days a week. We'll make calls two days a week. We'll rest two days a week. We'll shop one day a week." Anne announced. "We can acquire subscriptions to the Assembly Rooms and to the Circulating Library. Then the ladies are visiting Milsom Street and Bond Street to visit the modiste…"
"…and milliners…" Kitty added.
"…and glovemakers…" Anne took up the cadence. She had an excellent living from her percents and intended to share. She was determined Kitty would never have to turn her gowns again, nor spend penuriously to afford a new one.
"…and haberdashers." Richard rolled his eyes at the two.
"…and tea and confections at Mulholland's!" Georgiana laughed.
~X~
"I like the darker blue," Kitty complimented once of Anne's choices. "I think it would suit you very well. I like it better than the ice blue silk. The darker blue brings out your eyes."
"The ice blue silk isn't flattering, is it?" Anne ignored the protests from the draper who wanted a sale to first circle women.
"Augusta would recommend you buy it. When you are prepared to commission a gown, she would convince you it was a poor choice and should gift it to her." Georgiana barely glanced at the material…but seemed to pin Augusta's character well.
"Sounds like Lydia and wine colors when I want pink." Kitty refrained from snorting. "You know I don't wear blue…so don't think you would gift it to me. I prefer the rose-patterned cotton. I believe I will buy a paisley shawl in the pink, grey, and wine."
"I approve," Anne commented…noting Kitty did not choose the dark pink linen which would make an excellent traveling gown. She intended to buy a dress length and a spencer length, with enough material for Kitty to make a soft crowned bonnet and reticule.
Georgiana didn't pick any materials for new gowns.
~X~
Caroline heard delicious gossip about Lady Honora Hildreth repeated by Cecily's modiste. She planned to call on Mrs. Fitzwilliam before she returned to the Roberts Estate today. The wedding details, in the London papers the first week of May, whet Caroline's appetite for higher society. She still regretted the situation with Darcy. She plotted to attend the Italian concert tonight in the Upper Assembly Rooms.
Roberts slammed the table so hard the Georgian cruet set rumbled in its silver plate holder. "Mrs. Roberts…I'm not interested in attending any assemblies, balls, plays, operas, concerts or social soirees with the self-important women who you called friends. I'm busy with the farms until the expansion is finished."
"I hoped to see my dearest Georgiana! I have not seen her in a year, nor exchanged letters with her for a year and a half." Caroline argued. "They travel with an Italian master. I am sure they will be present at the Italian concert this evening."
"Yes, Miss Darcy is beautiful, accomplished, and possesses excellent manners and connections. But she is also a young lady who doesn't come out for another year. She travels under the protection of her cousins. Mr. Fitzwilliam sent a message. He apologizes but they are not accepting visitors at this time. When will you understand you are not visiting Bath, nor calling on friends during the Season? If you leave my table to go to your quarters, don't slam the door. If you do, I will arrange for the master carpenter to remove it."
"Why?" Caroline's tears stung her eyes.
"Because if you slam that door, you obviously don't need it." Roberts applied himself to the excellent dinner prepared for him. He knew Caroline planned the dinner as a bribe. Caroline should have realized Roberts could spot her machinations at ten paces. In his message, Mr. Fitzwilliam expressed his hope to see Mr. and Mrs. Roberts at the Pemberley house party in June. Roberts would not spring that news on Caroline until two days before they departed. He would not endure her constant appointments at the modiste. She would never be part of Darcy's social circle and needed to learn her inconsequence.
"If I slam the door, will you stay away from my bed?" Caroline retorted.
"Yes, but you will come to mine." Roberts replied, applying himself to the fine dinner Caroline planned. He did not hear the door slam, so obviously she did not like his comment.
May 14
May 14
15 Camden Place, Bath
Dear Lydia,
We left Brighton on Monday for Bath. We had a very pleasant day to travel. Tuesday the weather would not allow us to go forward, so there were five of us with seven other travelers staying at the inn with a several servants. Mr. Malcolm gave a great talk of what to expect when we finally reach the Lake District. He endeavors to teach us to speak Italian.
The Fitzwilliams banned all talk of the war. Mr. Black, one of the other visitors at the inn, seemed determined to put forward his statistics on battlefield injuries and how many perish in military tent hospitals. He embarked on the grim conditions, lack of hygiene and basic necessities when Mr. Fitzwilliam invited him into the common room for a pint of ale and a strong talk about alarming the ladies. Black came back a chastised and quiet man. Mr. Fitzwilliam seemed to limp a little excessively upon his return. I believe he was more tired of the conversation rather than real pain from his leg. He said since Boney has been exiled to Elba, war rumors fly faster than a French Imperial Eagle.
An evening of cards followed dinner in the private drawing room at the inn. The rain stopped before the evening ended. When the inn staff opened the windows…the moon shone on the wet slates of the walking paths through the gardens. Miss D and I did not want to close the window of our room until it filled with the fragrance of rain and roses.
Our first stop in Bath was the circulating library to secure tickets to the loud and colorful circus. We saw skilled horseback riders who performed tricks, clowns, ropewalkers and gymnasts. Hercules, the strongman, dressed in a toga made of exotic animal skins. Miss D. said the circus seating was like a Shakespearian amphitheater she once saw in London.
A set of six matching white horses pulled a group of cages which held lions, tigers, zebras, and monkeys. They were followed by two elephants which were ridden by young women in white toga costumes. Each of the animals performed tricks to our amusement and surprise. The animal acts were followed by a large spectacle of ancient Greek chariot races. Each driver wore white and gold togas with laurel leaf headdresses. I confess, Mr. and Mrs. Fitzwilliam's box felt overrun between the acts. Everyone seemed anxious to greet them and offer best wishes on their wedding.
We attended an Italian concert at the Assembly Rooms. We visit the Pump Room and the Sydney Gardens daily. I enjoy shopping on Milson Street. Mrs. F. and I had tea at Mulholland's the afternoon before we went to the circus. We enjoyed the confections and took a box home to share with Mr. F. and Miss D.
We have no time for riding lessons. However, after church tomorrow, Mr. F. arranged a barouche ride and picnic in the country. We ladies are taking art boxes, so we can capture the scenery.
Tonight, we are invited to a large card party in the Assembly Rooms. I have included two sketches of bonnets I saw while shopping on Milsom Street. I hope to recreate the first one while at the Lake District.
I will write again soon,
Love, Catherine
May 17
"What is this?" Lizzy waved a banknote at Darcy.
"This is a thank you," Darcy replied. "Most men in first and second circles of society give their wives a thank-you payment for birthing an heir and a spare. Augusta insisted I gift you the standard payment."
"Really?" Lizzy's furious face made Darcy nervous. "Did Robert and Augusta include the exact amounts of heir and spare payments in their marriage settlement?"
"I don't know if they did; some people do," he did not understand her anger. "Our marriage settlement does not."
"I thought we married for love…not for financial gain!" Lizzy shouted at him.
"We did…I love you…I know you love me. I'm sorry I am not understanding your anger." Darcy almost stammered.
"I'm not a society wife. I married you for love and respect! This £10,000 makes me feel like you are buying my participation and presence in your bed!" Lizzy shouted again.
"Calm…" Darcy advised her. "Calm…we will discuss this. Being upset like this upsets our son also."
"I won't take it. I won't have it," Lizzy burst into tears.
Darcy quickly embraced his wife. She resisted at first, but then melted into his arms and wept. He continued to hold her until she finished sobbing. He felt surprised when she fell asleep in his arms. He slid from her bed, removed his clothing, and pulled on a soft cotton nightshirt. He slid carefully back into her bed and gathered her in his arms.
When Lizzy woke almost three hours later, she blushed with embarrassment at her reaction to his largess. Darcy heartily apologized if he hurt her feelings. He never thought she would feel hurt at his joy of having a son.
"I apologize for shouting at you, and for weeping so dramatically. I can only blame it on the severe moodiness and unrest I felt while increasing." Lizzy kissed his cheek. "If your gift is in earnest…may I use it as I see fit?"
Darcy nodded, afraid to say anything for fear of setting Lizzy off again.
"I want to use it to help Papa. Unknown to Mama and the gossips of Meryton, Papa and Grandfather changed the entail when Mary was a baby. The entail is no longer valid; Father has single succession rites. Unless he has a son before his demise…Longbourn belongs to the first grandson born before Papa passes. George is the heir and Bennet is the spare." Lizzy explained the changes Mr. Bennet and his father made.
"So Collins is not the heir…" Darcy hesitated, unsure of what he heard.
"Mary explained it to me after Ben was born. I understand this is never to be referenced. Grandfather and Papa changed the entail to single succession when Mary was a baby. Mr. Collins' grandfather was notified when the entail was changed. He did not inform his son or grandson. Collins still believes he will inherit. Mary…" Lizzy sighed. "Mary knows children belong to the husband. She is worried for herself and George when Collins learns he is no longer the heir. I would like to give the money to Papa to enlarge Longbourn's holdings. Will you put the banknote away until Papa comes for the house party? I want to give it to him and explain its purpose."
"You can spend your funds as you want…you can give it to your Papa, or add it to the funds I'm establishing for Ben, or add it to your funds to leave to our granddaughters." Darcy kissed her hair.
"I will give this to Papa then." Lizzy set it aside and turned to wrap her arms around Darcy. "William…I don't care if it is customary for first circle men to give their wives payment for an heir and a spare. I love you. I don't want to feel you are paying me to come to your bed."
"Understood…no payment for a spare." Darcy felt the tension of the day leave his body.
"Just how much does a spare go for these days?" Lizzy asked suspiciously.
"Depends on the portion and position of the family. I heard of a duke who gave his wife £20,000 for his heir and £10,000 for his spare." Darcy admitted. "I will give you more if you want it."
"If you intend to share my bed or have me share your bed for the rest of our lives, I will not soil our love by the exchange of funds." Lizzy's severe tone of voice made Darcy swear he would not be so stupid again. 'Deuces take Augusta and her interference in my marriage. Do I tell Robert…no…best reveal all to Aunt Constance.' Darcy held his laughter. He did not want Elizabeth to question what amused him.
May 20
Ten days later, Mary encountered the same midwife.
"I know, bank the fire and open the window. Get your trunk, get basins, sheets, towels, nightclothes, swaddling clothes, cradle…" she parroted Mary's directions from before.
"Bingley, help Jane. There will be no leeches, no screaming, no holding your breath. Walk the hall until your labor pains are five minutes apart. When a pain begins, you may sit. When you sit, count in French until the pain stops. If counting doesn't take your mind off the pain, teach Bingley to sing lullabies in French. Wash your face between the pains. Follow my directives and you'll be through this in half the time. Laying around and screaming only prolongs the agony."
"We need to build a new icehouse," Jane explained when Mary ordered water and ice. "Pemberley has one, and we borrowed Darcy's plans. Our icehouse is near the kitchen, past the root cellar, and nestled under a wonderful grove of nut trees to guarantee extra shade and protection. Netherfield Park didn't have one. We talked about installing one, but then we purchased Landers End. I am glad to have the ice for this, but I do want a larger icehouse. Because it is colder here in winter, we get a greater quantity of ice."
~X~
"Charles William Bingley," Mary bathed her newest nephew six hours later. "You have two boy cousins, George and Ben, who cannot wait to run and play with you. You will all learn to ride ponies, chase puppies and climb trees. I think you will have your mother's blonde hair and blue eyes and your father's broad shoulders."
Mary wrapped him in swaddling clothes and handed him off to Jane. Charlie's new mother rested in clean clothes on clean sheets, with her tired but triumphant face. "You must rest when he rests, because he will want you again when he wakes."
"I have to write Mama. Lizzy and I had a wager. Whoever gave birth last must write and ask Mama to bring the Bennet christening gown to the summer house party at Pemberley." Jane could not take her eyes off her new son.
"I will announce the boys' births – it will be my present to you and to Lizzy. Mr. Collins is coming to Pemberley. He would like to christen the boys in the Pemberley Chapel on June tenth."
"Mrs. Reynolds helped us create a menu for the lawn party after the christening," Jane admired her little boy.
"I will be here to help both of you rest and recover." Mary promised. "Now that Charlie is born…rest when he rests, eat when you are hungry, drink tea with honey not sugar, and don't lay in bed for the next two weeks. Rise and move about when you feel able."
"That's not what the midwife…" Bingley started to say.
"I was wrong," the midwife admitted. "I don't know who taught Mrs. Collins her midwife skills, but she knows what she is about. I have never seen two new mothers give birth in less than a day. Nor have I seen a new mother recover so quickly. Mrs. Darcy has been walking in the flower gardens at Pemberley these last two days."
"Does that mean you will put your leeches and laudanum away in favor of lavender and ice water, real food and exercise?" Mary inquired. "Let us leave the new family to themselves. I'll tell you the rest of my tips when we take a rest and ring for a tea tray."
~X~
May 20
Landers End and Pemberley
Dear Papa,
Please give my love to Mother and Lydia. I cannot wait to see all of you on June fourth. I have important news to impart…but as the Romans said… "Don't kill the messenger."
I am pleased to announce the birth of Bennet Charles Darcy on May tenth at Pemberley. Ben is long and lean, with dark hair and dimples like Darcy. He has Darcy's long fingers and Lizzy's oval face. I think he will have her dark eyes. Lizzy and Ben are doing fine. She did not attend the Fitzwilliams' wedding but stayed at Landers End with Bingley and Jane while Darcy went to London.
I am pleased to announce the birth of Charles William Bingley on May twentieth at Landers End. Jane and Charlie are fine. Charlie is blonde, and I believe he will have Jane's blue eyes. He is broad-shouldered and built like Charles. When he stretches, he throws his arms above his head and points his toes…and I think he grows each time he stretches.
I spend my days between Pemberley and Landers End. George came to Pemberley with his nurse…following behind Darcy and me. George doesn't understand having baby cousins yet, but Jane, Lizzy and I hope they will be good friends when they are grown…like Darcy and Fitzwilliam.
You have three grandsons, Papa. A trio of grandsons. Longbourn will be safe. Remind Mother how blessed you are. No one will starve in the hedgerows.
Mr. Collins will arrive on June fourth also. He plans to christen both boys in the Pemberley Chapel on June tenth. Jane would like to borrow the Bennet family christening gown. She and Charles do not have one. Darcy and Lizzy have one which has been in the Darcy family for several generations. Please do not ask Mama for the Bennet family christening gown until a day or two before you leave. I fear she will demand to come north within a day of you relating the news. Lizzy and Jane need time to recover. Neither Jane nor Lizzy can sit with Mama if she has a headache…and I am quite busy sharing my time between them.
Mr. Darcy's Fitzwilliam relatives from Matlock Estate will join us by the third of June. Mr. and Mrs. Fitzwilliam, Miss Georgiana and Catherine are due to arrive by the fourth of June. I believe Mrs. Stafford, Mr. and Mrs. Hurst, and Mr. and Mrs. Roberts will arrive June ninth. Mr. and Mrs. Phillips come forward with you, as I understand. Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner will bring Mr. Collins with them. Lizzy hinted Lady Fitzwilliam's parents and brothers may attend the house party. George's godfather, John Hamilton, is expected also.
The christening is the morning of June tenth. The Bingleys are to be the godparents for Ben. The Darcys are to be the godparents for Charlie. Darcy and Lizzy plan a lawn party for the tenants on Midsummer Day. The birthday/anniversary ball is the night of June thirtieth at Pemberley. Lizzy and Jane have everything planned, so Mama does not need to come early to arrange anything. Please remind Mama and Lydia to bring a sennight of day gowns and dinner gowns, with a ball gown for activities, important dinners, the christening and the ball. Neither Lizzy nor Jane are inclined to spend time at the modiste or shopping while they are recovering. Darcy will send a letter regarding travel arrangements. He has three excellent estates between Pemberley and London and will arrange rooms for you.
My love to you all,
Mary and George
~X~
May 20
Landers End, Nottinghamshire
Dear Aunt Cordelia,
I am pleased to announce the birth of Bennet Charles Darcy to Mr. and Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy on May tenth at Pemberley.
I am pleased to announce the birth of Charles William Bingley on May twentieth at Landers End. My beautiful wife and wonderful son are well. Charlie is blonde, and I believe he will have Jane's blue eyes.
Mr. Collins will christen both boys in the Pemberley Chapel the morning of June tenth followed by a lawn party. Jane and I will be Bennet Charles Darcy's godparents. The Darcys are to be godparents for Charlie. The Honorable Richard Fitzwilliam has agreed to stand as the second godfather for both boys.
I am inviting Louisa and Caroline to the Pemberley house party also. There will be rooms for all of you at Pemberley and Landers End from June ninth through the end of June. All of you are invited to attend the Darcy and Bingley birthday/anniversary ball on June thirtieth. However, if Louisa and Caroline refuse to behave properly, they may be banned from Pemberley and Landers End…finding themselves abandoned at a country inn somewhere.
The Darcys plan to invite at least one hundred family, friends, and neighbors for the ball at Pemberley. There will be as many as thirty guests for the house party. The christening will be for families only…Bingleys, Darcys, Bennets, Collinses, and Fitzwilliams.
My love to you and wishes for your safe journey,
Charles
~X~
Charles repeated the letter for Louisa and Hurst and for Caroline and Roberts, offering them a list of possible inns between London and Pemberley. He would not give them directions to Darcy's holdings. Nor would he allow them to importune Darcy while they were here. He spoke to Darcy about the heir and a spare payment. Darcy explained Lizzy didn't want the funds. He suggested Bingley speak to Jane. The funds would buy a great deal of pasture and farm lands to expand Landers End. Expansion meant more for Charlie to inherit.
May 27
Fitzwilliam Cottage, Windermere
Dearest Lydia,
We arrived in the Lake District a few days ago. The Fitzwilliams are aware how easy it is to wear oneself out being a tourist. There are so many beautiful places to see, so much to do. Picturesque rides, beautiful views, and leisurely picnics at glorious sites. Today is my quiet day. I am sitting outside the house library...using my travel writing slope. I sit outdoors in the fresh air and admire the trees and gardens.
We have only stayed at the best inns, or at estates owned by friends of the Fitzwilliams while traveling north to the Lake District. The inns bustle with people. There is a great crush while trunks are loaded. Mr. F. has been pleased with the accommodations and food at the inns, and conversation with soldiers and sailors who are crisscrossing the country.
Mrs. F. has been pleased with the hospitality and comfortable beds at the estates we visited. Miss D. and I are pleased to have quality time for reading. They have helped me with my French. One day, on a lark, they only spoke French to me and I was only allowed to speak French to them. Several of my pronunciations caused them great laughter. Mr. F. and Miss D. sang French ballads, helping me learn lyrics and cadences.
I cannot wait to see you, Mama and Papa in June at Pemberley. A whole month for a house party! Lizzy and Jane have promised garden parties, dinners, picnics, card parties, etc. Please bring a sennight of your best day and evening gowns forward with you. I don't plan to be pinched and pinned by modistes while I can be doing things and seeing sites. Remember the birthday/anniversary ball and bring your best ballgown, silk gloves and dancing slippers!
I send my love,
Your sister, Catherine
End of May
"What did you do?" Lizzy quizzed Solange while examining the pile of walking gowns on her bed.
"Your mother is coming next week. I took the liberty of cutting off stained or worn hems on your walking gowns, and adding flounces. Mrs. Bennet will not be able to complain about the state of your walking gowns, because I disguised the evidence of your walks." Solange proudly displayed her work. "This will not be a problem in the future. Mr. Darcy suggested I only allow you to wear your oldest gowns when you walk out after it storms." Solange chuckled. "The flounces remind me which gowns those are. I know you are anxious to resume your morning walks."
"Remind me to give you a large vail when the house party ends." Lizzy praised Solange. "I'm amazed at your plan…which will save me!"
"I also arranged new day gowns for you. They are linens and cottons in yellows and greens. They have drawstrings in the bodice to accommodate your increase. They have larger skirts to provide comfort. They are to be delivered from the Lampton tomorrow. " Solange affirmed.
"I understand why they call it a confinement." Lizzy didn't know if her primrose yellow silk ball gown would fit because of her increase. Lizzy liked the soft swishing sounds it made when she walked. She might need to wear the blue ballgown she commissioned for Anne's Christmas Ball. She anxiously wanted to resume her walks through the fine gardens of Pemberley and regain her previous figure.
~X~
"The house is not showing its best just now. Spring cleaning is finished, and we have a new catalogue for the manor. Pemberley must be clean and well-appointed when your guests arrive for the house party." Mrs. Reynolds explained to Lizzy. "The chandeliers in the ballroom, formal dining room and drawing room were taken down for cleaning. They are to be rehung tomorrow. Miss Georgiana reordered the gallery of ancestral pictures, starting with the oldest. There is a full wall waiting for portraits of the Fitzwilliam Darcy family."
"The north wing will house the Collinses, Fitzwilliams and Elburns. Catherine will occupy the Rose Room next to Mr. and Mrs. Richard Fitzwilliam. Mr. Hamilton in the Bisque Room next to the Collinses. Place the Bennets, Gardiners, Phillips, Bingleys, Hursts, and Roberts in the south wing. Lydia will be in the Ruby Room located between the Bennets and Gardiners. Mrs. Stafford in the Violet Room located between the Bingleys and the Hursts. Did I miss anyone?" Lizzy consider her list.
"Mr. Hamilton in a single room?" Mrs. Reynolds asked.
"I believe the new Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton will prefer the large Bisque Room the day of the ball." Lizzy's eyes twinkled. "Mr. Darcy asked for the hunting lodge and the stone chapel to be scrubbed down and polished up."
"Mr. Malcom and Oxford guests will have rooms on the third floor south wing. Master Ben will share the family rooms of the third floor west wing with his cousins and their staff. We will save the third floor north wing for additional staff." Mrs. Reynolds noted.
"We have no space for extra anniversary/birthday ball guests who are in their cups," Lizzy laughed. "I reserved all the rooms at the Lambton Inn and the Kympton Inn for guests if needed. My personal maid, Solange, is to attend Mrs. Collins and me. Jennings will attend Mr. Darcy and Mr. Collins. I want Harriette to act as personal maid to Mrs. Bennet, Mrs. Phillips and Lydia. They are the most notorious gossips I know. Warn the staff, any servant who gossips with or befriends Mrs. Bennet, Mrs. Phillips and Lydia will be dismissed without character. Those who are not bringing staff will use maids and footmen from the household." Lizzy continued.
"I hired a wet nurse for Ben for the sennight of the anniversary ball. Mrs. Spencer will share a room with Mrs. Houser, Charlie's wet nurse. Mr. Hamilton arrives before June fifth, directly from London. He brings three servants. The coachman has a room over the stables with the other coachmen and grooms. Hamilton's valet will share with Jennings, and Miss Catherine's lady's maid will share with Solange."
"Simmons is Miss Catherine's maid. We want to keep her hidden until the day of the wedding. Catherine wants to keep Mama from questioning Simmons." Lizzy directed.
"Aveline offered to help Miss Catherine until things change." Mrs. Reynolds promised.
"Mrs. Reynolds…the only way I know to say this is…Mama can make inappropriate remarks. She will attempt to give my staff orders. She makes no changes to rooms, menus, event schedule or seating arrangements at dinners. The same rule applies to my sister Lydia, Mrs. Phillips, Lady Fitzwilliam and Mrs. Roberts. I understand Mrs. Roberts took liberties during her previous stay at Pemberley?" Lizzy requested confirmation. Mrs. Reynolds nodded. "Served iced wines at dinners. One glass per course, I don't want Mama, Lydia or Mrs. Phillips drinking too much and embarrassing me. I will rely on you and the staff to tell me if there is any issue with any guest." Lizzy's warned Mrs. Reynolds. Her mother and Lydia would be in attendance for the house party…but her mother would not have excessive maids attend her, nor would Lydia call for a hot, scented bath every day.
"I need a footman to keep Lydia out of everyone's rooms. She has a bad habit of acquiring silk gloves and silk stockings which belong to her sisters. I want a footman to follow Mama to keep her from exploring where she should not. I need a footman to follow Mrs. Roberts to keep her from wandering into Mr. Darcy's study or sleeping quarters. I need a footman to keep Mr. Hurst from getting foxed and prevent his sleeping on my drawing room sofas and settees. Mrs. Annesley may require help keeping Lydia from importuning Miss Georgiana."
"Goodness! I am sincerely glad Mr. and Miss Darcy love you and Mrs. Bingley so well. I would worry if you seemed to importune everyone like Miss Bing…Mrs. Roberts." Mrs. Reynolds shook her head.
~X~
"We received an invitation from Brother Bingley, to attend a house party at Pemberley. Bingley writes he has a son, born May twentieth. Mother and son are healthy. There will be a christening for young Charles Bingley and Bennet Darcy on the tenth of June. The Hursts and your aunt Cordelia are invited." Roberts shared the express with Caroline.
"Why are the Bingleys inviting us to a Pemberley house party instead of the Darcys?" Caroline muttered.
"Because you are aunt to young Charles Bingley, Mrs. Roberts. He is the reason for your invitation…not because the Darcys desire your company," Roberts commented.
"I do wish you would stop calling me Mrs. Roberts!" Caroline snapped.
"Why, my dear? I rather enjoy ruffling and plucking your feathers when I do," Roberts continued to eat his dinner. "I realize our marriage is a financial transaction, and not the love match of Mr. and Mrs. Bingley or Mr. and Mrs. Darcy. I don't discount the importance of wealth and financial security. However, it is not the most important aspect of life."
"Manners, matrimony and society require serious contemplation." Caroline snapped.
"Mrs. Roberts, I simply have no time this evening for a philosophical debate of your seminary taught actions and attitudes." Roberts commented. "Be sure to pack appropriate clothing, as there will be no time to visit a modiste in London before we travel to Pemberley. I will send an express to the Hursts and to Mrs. Stafford. We will depart Bath early June third and will stay in London the evening of June fourth and Sunday, June fifth. We depart London early June sixth and travel dawn to dusk for the next three days toward Derbyshire. My experience says we will be at Pemberley for tea the afternoon of June ninth. I will take my valet, your maid and a coachman. I will send expresses to the inns along the way to prepare a suite for us if possible. If not, I will request a large room."
Caroline sighed. 'The fine prospect of Pemberley in the summer…a house party with first circle connections. I need my best dresses…none of these brown printed cottons I wear for visiting tenants. I am ever so glad I ordered new gowns…despite the fact they aren't my favorite colors. However, my new blue gowns should be as fine as anything Jane wears and my new green gowns should be as fine as anything Eliza wears. I used my jewelry funds for a good purpose.'