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Chapter Seven

It was early morning, and just as Colonel Fitzwilliam said he would he came to call on Miss Bennet. Elizabeth was a little surprised at seeing the gentleman at her door; she didn't expect him to come so soon.

"Why, Colonel Fitzwilliam, I didn't know you would call this morning. It is wonderful to see you again, please come in." said Elizabeth pleasantly; she opened the door a little wider for him to enter. "Just let me fetch my aunt, Colonel."

Returning shortly with her aunt in tow, "Colonel Fitzwilliam, this is my Aunt, Mrs. Gardiner. Aunt this is my rescuer."

Mrs. Gardiner smiled at that, "I must thank you sir for saving my niece from falling asleep in a park, and she was always the active one."

"Rest assured Madame it was no trouble on my account, I would gladly save Miss Bennet from anything when she is in need of rescuing."

"Well shall we sit down then" Elizabeth piped up; she was embarrassed from the teasing of both her Aunt and her caller.

"Are you much better than the day before Miss Bennet?" inquired the Colonel.

"I thank you, yes; I am feeling much better now."

"Do you think that you are well enough for a stroll around the park?" he continued pleasantly.

Elizabeth paused not sure of what she should say. "Elizabeth would love to go with you Colonel, she was just telling me this morning how she needed a little stroll. And besides she is just in the way here" Her aunt answered for her, she winked at Lizzy, reassuring her.

"Yes, I think that would be a lovely idea." Offering her his arm they headed outside. Colonel Fitzwilliam was overjoyed, he couldn't believe his luck. Here was an amazing woman on his arm; he couldn't wait to tell his cousin.

"So tell me Miss Bennet do you like the theatre?" looking at her hopefully.

"I do when I get a chance to attend, do you Colonel Fitzwilliam?" she gave him a sidelong glance, wondering what he was conspiring.

"I do enjoy it, but I have a question to ask of you. I hope you do not think I am too forward, seeing how I have only known you for a day."

"Barely that sir" Elizabeth interjected.

"Yes," he chuckled nervously, "Well in a couple of days they are performing a play, The Merchant of Venice, and well, I am going with my cousin and his sister. Well I was wondering if you would like to attend with us. I know my young cousin would enjoy your company; she is a very shy girl and would love having another woman in the party. But I mean if you don't want to go that is completely fine, I don't care, well I do, I mean I…" His face turned a deep shade of red; Elizabeth placed her hand on his hand and gave it a little squeeze.

"I would love to go with you and your party, Colonel. I have never seen this play before and I am always one for new things." She smiled at him, hoping to relieve him of his stress. The worry that was etched into his fine features disappeared, and a joyfully happy countenance took over.

"Excellent and perhaps I may call on you again so I may get to know you a little more, Miss Bennet." He wondered with anticipation.

She laughed, he was sure persistent. "Of course, why don't you join us for dinner tonight, I know my Aunt and Uncle will be glad to have you."

"I would be more than happy too." He smiled at her; he was rather handsome when he smiled, but not as much as Mr. Darcy. Just thinking of him brought a cloud over her eyes and pain in her heart. His words echoed in her head. "She doesn't have that many connections….She is just a mere country lass." His words pierced her to the soul, where did she ever misjudge him, how did she not see what a cold and heartless man he was. But hen he could be so tender, and warm hearted at times, he couldn't be so awful, but all the facts told her otherwise.

"Miss Bennet, are you alright?" Colonel Fitzwilliam asked very concerned.

"Oh yes, sorry I was just lost in thought for a moment, forgive me." She answered lamely.

They continued down the path, talking about little trivial things. Elizabeth steered the conversation away from anything reminding her of Mr. Darcy, if she was going to get over him then she must sear him from her memory.

"Darcy wait till you meet this woman, she is truly amazing. I really think that she will do wonders with Georgiana." Said Fitzwilliam excitedly. They were standing in Darcy's office, waiting for Georgiana so they could go to the theatre.

"And how long have you known this woman Fitzwilliam?"

"Time does not measure the true character of someone." He defended.

"Who is she again, and how did you meet her? I forgot what you told me." Mr. Darcy was not really in the mood to go to the theatre; he was feeling very sorry for himself. It seemed that everyone was finding love except himself; he was stuck in London while the one he wanted to be with was not. She plagued his thoughts, day and night. He couldn't live with the fact that he had hurt her by shunning her at the ball and being evasive to her inquires.

"You didn't forget Darcy, I didn't tell you, because you never asked in the first place. I stumbled across her while walking through the park. Remember it was the day that you asked me to meet you, well that was where I disappeared to, because I was escorting Miss Bennet home. But I don't think you ever noticed my absence."

Mr. Darcy started, he couldn't believe his ears, "W-what was her name?"

"Miss Bennet. Are you ok Darcy you look as if you've seen a ghost?"

All the blood had drained from his cheeks, his cousin was falling for the woman that he loved perhaps the only woman that he would ever love. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks, he loved her, and he loved the scent that she carried, the smile that warmed his heart, her ethereal laughter. Her impertinence and strong willed and unique personality. Now she was here in London and falling in love with his cousin. How could this happen, he couldn't face her but he must, he must see for himself what her feelings were for him and his cousin.

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