A/N: Sorry for any misspellings!
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Takes place when Darcy's aunt tries to get him to promise not to marry Elizabeth.
My dear Brother,
All is well at Pemberley, thank goodness. I am sorry that I have been neglecting our correspondence-there has been nothing to write. But what has been going on that you do not write to me, as you so regularly do? I know you are in London now, but where else have you been all these days that I haven't heard of you? I have been guessing, for even in your letters you seem preoccupied with something, as if you aren't telling me everything. But I go on about nothing. Please forgive me for my curiousness; it results from having little to do to occupy myself. I have heard from Miss Bingley (who stopped by a few days back) that her brother and the elder sister of Miss Elizabeth Bennet are to be married. She seems upset and, I think, desires me to feel that way too, but I cannot. If Miss Jane Bennet is as delightful as her sister, then it is a good match, for Mr. Bingley is a deserving man. Miss Bingley, by the way, speaks ill of Miss Elizabeth and the Gardiners, but I cannot join her when I think of your good opinion of them. Have you seen any more of Miss Bennet? I remember thinking that you quite admired her the summer that she spent in Derbyshire. But I only tease you, brother, and if I have hurt you, I apologize. I did like her very well though, Fitzwilliam. Very well indeed.
Your loving sister,
Georgiana *
Mr. Darcy sighed and lay the letter down on the table. He was happy to hear how much Georgiana valued Elizabeth's company, and her opinion was a much less vivid version of his own, which pleased him. But if only it was as simple as Georgiana thought his 'brief admiration' to be! If he knew that Elizabeth loved him, he would waste no time in offering his hand again, pride be damned. Even if it meant having Wickham as a brother. She was worth it a thousand times over; after all, he himself had secured Wickham as Elizabeth's brother-in-law. But alas, it could not possibly happen. She had been friendly at Pemberley, but was it only because of the Gardiners? Had he only imagined it, or had he seen a real smile in her beautiful dark eyes? Darcy sighed. he thought sadly, Now that he let himself really think about what had been weighing most upon his heart and mind at last, Darcy slowly sank away again into despair, his heart starting to crack in pieces. Leaning back in his chair, he remembered with a tender devotion her time in Derbyshire. His heart throbbed once again as he recollected the last time he saw her in Lambton, distraught and crying. His heart had wrenched violently as he watched her make herself miserable, and his resolve to do something to ease her mind had resulted in finding and marrying Wickham to that foolish Lydia Bennet. Darcy was just finishing another sad sigh when a servant knocked at his door, opened it, and announced in a slightly intimidated voice,
"Lady Catherine de Bourgh!" Darcy's stomach sank as his aunt walked regally in, looking angry and severe. As he rose, he thought,
"Lady Catherine," he said evenly.
"Fitzwilliam," she said, her nasal voice in a don't-contradict-me tone, "I have just come from Longbourn in great haste. I suppose you remember Mr. Collins, that annoying man who lives in the Rectory?" Darcy nodded. "He has informed me of the recent engagement between your friend Mr. Bingley and a certain Miss Jane Bennet," Lady Catherine continued. "And then he communicated to me a very disturbing rumor." She paused, then added as an afterthought, "Of course, I am usually above such petty things as rumors, but this one was almost certain, or so Mr. Collins informed me. Have you any idea what this awful piece of news was?"
"I've no idea, madam," Darcy replied, rather bored.
"Well," she said huffily, "that, at least, is a relief. I was told that YOU would soon be married to no other than Miss Elizabeth Bennet!" Her tone of scorn was matched only by the astonishment that Darcy felt. How quickly people came to conclusions! Lady Catherine went on, "Naturally, I immediately left for Hertfordshire. I found the whole corrupted family there, and, taking up my duty to question Miss Bennet, was astonished at her rudeness. She treated me as an equal in rank, imagine! Her answers were short and frank but most frustratingly evasive. And then I asked her to promise never to become engaged to you (as a safeguard, you understand, I don't suspect you) and explained to her why the match would be awful for you both." She paused for a time, watching carefully for a sign of anything in Darcy, but he was composed, though frantic inside. His heart felt leaden with misery-no one he knew save himself and Colonel Fitzwilliam could stand up to his Aunt de Bourgh when she was angered. But her harsh voice broke his silent reverie.
"She refused! She absolutely refused to promise me never to commit that. that sin! So now, nephew, I trust you to promise me instead never to propose to her, or, for that matter, to anyone besides my daughter!" She waited, but Darcy was to astonished and happy to respond. Did that mean that he had a chance, a tiny chance, of making her love him? Surely she would have promised never to accept his hand if she had been as set against him as she was last spring? A new feeling welled up in Darcy's breast. Hope filled him with a glow of ecstasy, and he felt ready to cry at even this minute chance that had been afforded him. But his rejoicing was interrupted by his Aunt's hard voice.
"Fitzwilliam!"
"No," he said quietly, meeting her could eyes resolutely.
"WHAT?" she screeched, horrified.
"I said no, I will not promise to deny the miniscule possibility that Miss Bennet and I ever get married." His aunt went white, then red, and forgot all protocol as she berated him, her voice high, indignant, and angry. Darcy didn't hear her-his musing were occupying him fully. He had what seemed to be a tiny chance. Elizabeth hadn't said no. Small as it was, it was still an opportunity. He felt love welling up forcefully as he thought of the determination and spirit that it took to face his aunt. Could he have more than a small chance? he told himself. But he couldn't keep himself from hoping that maybe. Suddenly, Lady Catherine's words became more than just a mumble cast in the background by his thoughts. Enraged, he listened as she insulted Elizabeth and her family, making much of their standing. Only a few sentences were needed before he put up his hand abruptly, stopping her mid-rant, and waved her out. She gaped at him, speechless, and then started to protest, but a sharp glare sent her out in a huff. And Darcy was left alone with his thoughts.
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A/N: If enough people review, I'll write some more Darcy POV's. So please review!
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Takes place when Darcy's aunt tries to get him to promise not to marry Elizabeth.
My dear Brother,
All is well at Pemberley, thank goodness. I am sorry that I have been neglecting our correspondence-there has been nothing to write. But what has been going on that you do not write to me, as you so regularly do? I know you are in London now, but where else have you been all these days that I haven't heard of you? I have been guessing, for even in your letters you seem preoccupied with something, as if you aren't telling me everything. But I go on about nothing. Please forgive me for my curiousness; it results from having little to do to occupy myself. I have heard from Miss Bingley (who stopped by a few days back) that her brother and the elder sister of Miss Elizabeth Bennet are to be married. She seems upset and, I think, desires me to feel that way too, but I cannot. If Miss Jane Bennet is as delightful as her sister, then it is a good match, for Mr. Bingley is a deserving man. Miss Bingley, by the way, speaks ill of Miss Elizabeth and the Gardiners, but I cannot join her when I think of your good opinion of them. Have you seen any more of Miss Bennet? I remember thinking that you quite admired her the summer that she spent in Derbyshire. But I only tease you, brother, and if I have hurt you, I apologize. I did like her very well though, Fitzwilliam. Very well indeed.
Your loving sister,
Georgiana *
Mr. Darcy sighed and lay the letter down on the table. He was happy to hear how much Georgiana valued Elizabeth's company, and her opinion was a much less vivid version of his own, which pleased him. But if only it was as simple as Georgiana thought his 'brief admiration' to be! If he knew that Elizabeth loved him, he would waste no time in offering his hand again, pride be damned. Even if it meant having Wickham as a brother. She was worth it a thousand times over; after all, he himself had secured Wickham as Elizabeth's brother-in-law. But alas, it could not possibly happen. She had been friendly at Pemberley, but was it only because of the Gardiners? Had he only imagined it, or had he seen a real smile in her beautiful dark eyes? Darcy sighed. he thought sadly, Now that he let himself really think about what had been weighing most upon his heart and mind at last, Darcy slowly sank away again into despair, his heart starting to crack in pieces. Leaning back in his chair, he remembered with a tender devotion her time in Derbyshire. His heart throbbed once again as he recollected the last time he saw her in Lambton, distraught and crying. His heart had wrenched violently as he watched her make herself miserable, and his resolve to do something to ease her mind had resulted in finding and marrying Wickham to that foolish Lydia Bennet. Darcy was just finishing another sad sigh when a servant knocked at his door, opened it, and announced in a slightly intimidated voice,
"Lady Catherine de Bourgh!" Darcy's stomach sank as his aunt walked regally in, looking angry and severe. As he rose, he thought,
"Lady Catherine," he said evenly.
"Fitzwilliam," she said, her nasal voice in a don't-contradict-me tone, "I have just come from Longbourn in great haste. I suppose you remember Mr. Collins, that annoying man who lives in the Rectory?" Darcy nodded. "He has informed me of the recent engagement between your friend Mr. Bingley and a certain Miss Jane Bennet," Lady Catherine continued. "And then he communicated to me a very disturbing rumor." She paused, then added as an afterthought, "Of course, I am usually above such petty things as rumors, but this one was almost certain, or so Mr. Collins informed me. Have you any idea what this awful piece of news was?"
"I've no idea, madam," Darcy replied, rather bored.
"Well," she said huffily, "that, at least, is a relief. I was told that YOU would soon be married to no other than Miss Elizabeth Bennet!" Her tone of scorn was matched only by the astonishment that Darcy felt. How quickly people came to conclusions! Lady Catherine went on, "Naturally, I immediately left for Hertfordshire. I found the whole corrupted family there, and, taking up my duty to question Miss Bennet, was astonished at her rudeness. She treated me as an equal in rank, imagine! Her answers were short and frank but most frustratingly evasive. And then I asked her to promise never to become engaged to you (as a safeguard, you understand, I don't suspect you) and explained to her why the match would be awful for you both." She paused for a time, watching carefully for a sign of anything in Darcy, but he was composed, though frantic inside. His heart felt leaden with misery-no one he knew save himself and Colonel Fitzwilliam could stand up to his Aunt de Bourgh when she was angered. But her harsh voice broke his silent reverie.
"She refused! She absolutely refused to promise me never to commit that. that sin! So now, nephew, I trust you to promise me instead never to propose to her, or, for that matter, to anyone besides my daughter!" She waited, but Darcy was to astonished and happy to respond. Did that mean that he had a chance, a tiny chance, of making her love him? Surely she would have promised never to accept his hand if she had been as set against him as she was last spring? A new feeling welled up in Darcy's breast. Hope filled him with a glow of ecstasy, and he felt ready to cry at even this minute chance that had been afforded him. But his rejoicing was interrupted by his Aunt's hard voice.
"Fitzwilliam!"
"No," he said quietly, meeting her could eyes resolutely.
"WHAT?" she screeched, horrified.
"I said no, I will not promise to deny the miniscule possibility that Miss Bennet and I ever get married." His aunt went white, then red, and forgot all protocol as she berated him, her voice high, indignant, and angry. Darcy didn't hear her-his musing were occupying him fully. He had what seemed to be a tiny chance. Elizabeth hadn't said no. Small as it was, it was still an opportunity. He felt love welling up forcefully as he thought of the determination and spirit that it took to face his aunt. Could he have more than a small chance? he told himself. But he couldn't keep himself from hoping that maybe. Suddenly, Lady Catherine's words became more than just a mumble cast in the background by his thoughts. Enraged, he listened as she insulted Elizabeth and her family, making much of their standing. Only a few sentences were needed before he put up his hand abruptly, stopping her mid-rant, and waved her out. She gaped at him, speechless, and then started to protest, but a sharp glare sent her out in a huff. And Darcy was left alone with his thoughts.
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A/N: If enough people review, I'll write some more Darcy POV's. So please review!