AN: If you reread chapter 59 in Pride and Prejudice, you will find the missing dialogue from this story. Thank you so much for your feedback! I might be persuaded to continue the story after the wedding (story spoiler!). ;)

The Morning

Morning brought a stream of sunlight though the large windows pronouncing the new day to the occupants of Netherfield. Mr. Darcy awoke with many pleasant thoughts as well as unsettling ones. The necessity of talking to Mr. Bennet was foremost in his mind. How does one go about asking for a gentleman's daughter?

Darcy has formed the habit over the years of rising with the sun. He was gratified to know in Kent that Elizabeth had a similar habit so that she could escape on morning walks around the park. The practice has served him well and created the time needed to attend to correspondence, estate business, exercise and leisure. As a result, it was far too early to call at Longbourn or break the morning fast.

He gazed out the window listening to the quiet of the house. His thoughts turned to Georgiana's happiness. She was likely to be ecstatic to hear of his engagement to Miss Elizabeth. She has long wished for a sister and had observed his behavior when Elizabeth visited Lambton with the Gardiners. Dressed in only shirtsleeves and breeches, he sat at the secretary by that same window to compose a letter to his dear sister. It wouldn't do to write in a location outside his own bedchamber and sitting area where Miss Bingley could distract him from his purpose.

Dearest Georgiana,

I hope this letter finds you well. I have much to write to you of, for so much has transpired in the time since my last letter.

You will remember Miss Elizabeth Bennet who visited with her Aunt and Uncle last summer. Her elder sister, Miss Jane Bennet, recently became engaged to Mr. Bingley. They are, naturally, very happy.

Their engagement has given me the opportunity to see Miss Elizabeth again. I must confess that I have had deeply rooted feelings for her for some time. She has agreed to make me the happiest of men by accepting my hand. Once we are wed I will truly be rich beyond measure! We have no date as of yet. I will be speaking to her father today. With luck we can make our betrothal official this evening.

I hope this news gives you pleasure. I would like for you and Elizabeth to be as close as sisters. I will, of course, always be your brother and willing to assist you in anything; however, I am certain that having the confidence of a sister will be a new and desirable state. My greatest wish is for us to make a merry family together at Pemberley.

I must regress and tell you of our Aunt Catherine. She audaciously imposed herself on Miss Elizabeth this past week, before seeking me out in London, to obtain her promise not to enter into an engagement with me. Luckily, Elizabeth is not of a weak constitution. Our Aunt, as you might imagine, was not pleased. I have to wonder how she can be the sister of our good mother. Perhaps she fell on her head as a child.

In any case, her interference will hold no sway with us. I am convinced that she would be unhappy regardless of my choice of wife—as long as that choice is not our cousin Anne. I only tell you of these circumstances in the event that our Aunt suddenly knocks at Pemberley's door to petition you. I suggest you hide in the broom closet and tell Mrs. Reynolds to send her on her way, unless you prefer to tell her yourself. Hopefully she will accept what I already relayed to her and will keep away.

I will also be writing to Colonel Fitzwilliam. He enjoyed Miss Elizabeth's company in Kent and shall be glad for the intelligence. I will request him to escort you to Hertfordshire in the near future.

You have my promise write again soon. Do write back with your thoughts and a list of any books or music you would like me to send you. I am also interested to know how your studies are progressing—I could write my next letter in French or Latin for you to decipher. Until then I remain your favorite brother,

Fitzwilliam

Darcy finished and sanded the letter before picking up another sheet of paper. This one was to be in a different style. His relationship with Geoffrey had always been an easy one. His cousin balanced out Darcy's quiet reserve. Although he has not taken part in any playful bantering to encourage Geoffrey's mischievous nature since they were boys, his letters to the Colonel had always been short, to-the-point and teasing depending on the substance. It is propitious that no one read the correspondence to his cousin, besides Geoffrey himself, since it would completely baffle most of the people who knew him to be disagreeable.

Dear Cousin,

I am writing to inform you that soon you shall be the only unattached gentleman left in the family. Yesterday Miss Elizabeth Bennet at last consented to be my bride. I am indeed a fortunate man.

Aunt Catherine is not pleased. I should stay away from Rosings if I were you.

There is much that has transpired that I would like to speak to you about. Write to inform me of your plans. I would like for you to escort Georgiana to Hertfordshire to stay at Netherfield. Please let me know when that will be possible.

I hope to find you in good health. I remain your cousin,

F.D.

Once done, Fitzwilliam Darcy checked the time piece on the desk before rising. His valet's timing, as usual, was impeccable. He walked in with Darcy's coat and waistcoat, signaling time for the day to begin.

Elizabeth, spending the night and early morning hours in conversation with Jane, awoke to see the sun already high in the sky. It was unusual for the second eldest Bennet daughter to lie abed until breakfast. The cook has taken up the habit of setting out a fruit and pastry for her to nibble on during her morning rambling across the countryside. That was not necessary on this day since she ventured down with Jane just as the other household members sat for their morning meal.

Jane had helped pin up her hair and accompanied her down the stairs. Both girls kept glancing at each other over their toast and marmalade, having trouble containing their secret and struggling to contain giggles. Every time Jane smiled at Elizabeth, she blushed. Elizabeth was thankful for the open windows and light breeze so she did not have to resort to using a fan. Tired of her sister's joke Elizabeth frowned at Jane over her teacup as if to say, stop teasing me!

The ladies were not long in the drawing room before the gentlemen were spotted riding together to Longbourn. "They have come!" cried Kitty who was sitting at the window. The news set Mrs. Bennet off on a tangent insisting that Elizabeth take Mr. Darcy away on a walk so Jane could have Mr. Bingley to herself. Elizabeth was not unhappy with the suggestion, but was deeply mortified at her mother's manners. So much so that she had no time to think on how to receive him—what expression would fit the situation? If she looked down and away from Mr. Darcy, he might think her displeased; but she did not want to seem too bold or silly either.

As it turned out, it was not necessary to dwell on the reception. Mr. Bingley's expression and palpable joy gave no doubt that he too knew of the impending announcement. He took her hand and squeezed it fondly before saying something or other to Mrs. Bennet about Lizzy losing her way. She barely registered what was said since her eyes were on Mr. Darcy.

Mr. Darcy, though affected by Elizabeth's gaze, was able to follow the conversation enough to reply; "I am curious to see it. I have heard much of the view from the Mount. Miss Elizabeth, I would be honored if you would accompany me."

Elizabeth could do nothing but consent to the scheme. With a nod and a shy smile she excused herself. Her mother followed her upstairs apologizing for sending her off with Mr. Darcy. Elizabeth did not think it possible for her mother to surprise her, but she could do nothing but huff and look incredulously at her when she went so far as to grab her arm to get Elizabeth's attention. "It is no matter, Mama. I will be down directly." She closed her eyes as he mother descended.

Elizabeth needed no encouragement to leave the house with her gentleman. She kicked off her slippers and kneeled to reach under her bed for her walking boots. Once they were on her feet, she retrieved a lace shawl that was draped over the stool in front of the vanity and tossed it over her shoulders. She quickly glanced in the mirror on her way out happy that she did not have to fix her hair before tying on a bonnet. Some hairstyles were very uncomfortable under a bonnet, luckily this morning her hair would not cause her delay.

Mr. Darcy was waiting in the hall for her once she returned. He was surprised that Mrs. Bennet felt compelled to follow her out of the room, but her return acted as a cue for him to remove to the hall. He smiled boyishly at Elizabeth as she came down while tugging on her cream gloves. Her color was high and she looked well rested. He was congratulating himself on telling Bingley about their understanding—after mentally kicking himself for it only moments before because of Bingley's forward behavior—otherwise they might not have gotten this time alone.

Elizabeth accepted his offered arm and together they made their way down the front steps of Longbourn. As much as Darcy wanted the time alone with Elizabeth, the circumstances made him uneasy. Would Mrs. Bennet send her daughter out alone with any man? Surely she did not know that he had addressed Elizabeth, or she would have portrayed a much louder and happier mien. It seemed as though she was sacrificing one daughter for the sake of another. This idea made him feel fiercely protective of his beloved so that he hugged her arm closer to his body, bringing her into closer proximity.

Once they were out of sight from the house, Elizabeth sighed. They slowed their pace and shared a look at each other. "You should smile more often," she observed with a smile of her own, "it does become you."

"For you, Dearest, I could be persuaded."

She laughed. "Indeed, that is a happy thought. Anything I say should get such an answer." She paused enjoying the feeling of wandering alone. "Pray, tell me, how was your morning?"

"The sunrise was the loveliest that I have ever observed. I took the time to write a letter to Georgiana before breakfast. I plan to post it later in the day. I told her that I will request an audience with your father today and also that we would like her to join us in Hertfordshire. "

Elizabeth nodded, "I would enjoy that. You told Mr. Bingley. I suppose Miss Bingley is upset." This was not a question but it was an inquiry. Did Miss Bingley know? If she did then she could quit her attentions to Mr. Darcy, but that also meant that he needed to attain Mr. Bennet's permission as soon as possible.

Mr. Darcy took her meaning and replied hastily. "She does not know. I would rather talk to your father first. Miss Bingley was not around for my discussion with Charles last night. He was very surprised and quite elated for us."

"Yes, I could tell. I also told Jane. I actually had to convince my sister that I was in earnest." It was impossible to stop smiling. The day seemed so new. The birds were singing a sweet song along to the accompanying breeze that whistled through the tree branches. They began to walk up a slight incline and then reached the summit of Oakham Mount.

The valley was tranquil. There was a large rock with a conveniently flat top large enough for both of them –if they sat close. Mr. Darcy raised his eyebrows questioning and inclining his head. He gestured with his free hand, "Would you care to sit?"

Elizabeth knew the power in her expressions. Since she was a child, she knew that her every emotion became etched upon her face for all to see. She had never been able to lie convincingly (even if she wished it) because her face was an open book to her thoughts and emotions. She chose this moment to communicate her wishes without the embarrassment of speaking of her desire to be close to him; after all, that would not be proper. Elizabeth looked at him slyly and scooted to the far end of the natural bench and made it clear that she desired him to join her.

The view was breathtaking. They both sat in companionable silence for some time, more aware of each other than the view. Here alone with Mr. Darcy she was able to think on the future. There should be many occasions for them to be alone together; many private moments to help her better understand this man. People would call her by a new name; Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy sounded rather nice. "Only days ago, I did not give myself over to fantasy. But I must say, Mr. Darcy, that I am more delighted with every passing moment."

"To hear you say that Elizabeth…" she faintly heard him swallow his emotion before his lips turned up again. "I am only a little disappointed."

His ploy succeeded and she looked startled and confused. "Did I say something -?"

"It is only my name." He interrupted looking into her eyes. "Will you continue to call me Mr. Darcy, even when we are alone?" She looked relieved, but still confused. "Will you not call me by my Christian name, Fitzwilliam? Or, if you prefer William?"

The confusion evaporated along with the crease in her brow. Her lips formed a slight smile and her eyes glistened with mischief. "Yes." It seemed a long time to Fitzwilliam before he received the rest of her answer. "I think I shall surprise you."

"Hmm. And why, may I ask, is my question one that warrants a surprise?" He asked as he took her gloved hand in his.

"You may always ask. Whether I choose to answer is my prerogative." She looked smug, enjoying the playful banter with her intended. The thought of calling him in such an intimate, familiar manner thrilled her. But her romantic sensibilities dictated that there will be a better time once they have declared to the world their intentions to marry.

He understood that she wanted to best him, but he was not of the same mind. "So you are determined to be a difficult wife. I suppose I will have to think of some punishment." Fitzwilliam kissed the top of her hand, "Or perhaps I can bribe you to answer my questions." While keeping eye contact, he proceeded to kiss each of her fingers and then finally her palm. It would have been a more effective ploy if she was not wearing gloves, but he did not want to scare her by removing her glove first.

Nonetheless, his actions did unsettle her in a very pleasant way. "Indeed?" she breathed. "I suppose it could not hurt your case to try."

"That is reassuring. I could always choose to call you Mrs. Darcy."

This last statement was not an unpleasant thought even though she suspected that he would only resort to calling her by her formal name in company. "You could, and I will not object if it is an endearment. However, today you have already called me 'dearest' and 'Elizabeth' which I do like very much. But if you ever venture to call me 'Lizzy' or another 'L' word, I cannot be held responsible for my equilibrium."

"If that is the case, I shall endeavor to surprise you."

Silence between them was previously uncomfortable, but there was no awkwardness at this time. Communication for a couple in love is not only of a verbal nature. Time rushed away as they ignored the countryside, completely absorbed in each other's eyes, expression and touch. This time was well spent, though. All discomfort, confusion or self-consciousness that might have been felt before was gone—they both felt assured of reciprocated affection and content.

It was Elizabeth who broke the spell. She looked down at their joined hands and asked if they should be going. He agreed, taking out his pocket watch and noting the time with his free hand. Darcy stood, brought her to her feet and placed her hand on his arm. He had not once released her hand the entire morning.

"Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth hesitated to bring up the subject and ruin their companionship on their walk back. "if you… I think it would be best if I spoke to my mother after you left for Netherfield."

Darcy patted the hand that rested on his arm, offering any support she was in need of. "You would prefer that I wait for this evening to meet with your father, so that it is not announced over the meal?"

"Yes. I fear that our news is not expected and I would spare you that discussion." Darcy was aware that she had answered a question and nodded his agreement. Suddenly, she started to laugh, "I believe, Sir, the only person who is expecting to hear of our betrothal is my Aunt Gardiner. I am afraid that she is rather impatient to receive intelligence of it. I have not yet answered her last letter since her manner and assumption made me cross when I originally read it."

"I do hope you are no longer cross."

"Not even a little bit."

As Longbourn came into sight, they noticed the curtain twitch where someone was on the lookout for the two walkers. Elizabeth regrettably let go of Darcy's arm and inched away from him, signaling the end of their solitude.

"I do hope the rest of the day continues as quickly as this morning did," observed Darcy. "Once your father gives his blessing, I may take your hand whenever I like."

Elizabeth could not help herself and teased him, looking up with a tilt to her head, "Then I do hope that he doesn't give you any trouble." The front door was opened before he could discern the truthfulness of her statement.

Knowing Elizabeth, it would make sense that her father might question Darcy's feelings for her; after all it is true that most of society is not anticipating an engagement between Fitzwilliam Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet. He thought on his behavior and consciously made the decision to act as easy as possible with the Bennet family. It could help.

Once Elizabeth and Darcy discarded their outerwear they wandered into the drawing room and the mayhem. Jane and Bingley looked up at their arrival and smiled knowingly. Jane glanced at the clock on the mantle, silently teasing her sister as Mrs. Bennet loudly exclaimed, "Oh! There you are Lizzy! Hill just brought in the tea things, you are just in time."

Mr. Darcy took a seat close Bingley and smiled his thanks to Elizabeth when she returned to him with a plate. Taking the plate that Elizabeth prepared before sitting in the seat next to him, he took the opportunity to address Mrs. Bennet, surprising the occupants of the room. "Mrs. Bennet, this spread looks delightful."

"Well, of course! It is always nice to have choices. I wouldn't want our guests to leave hungry or before you have to. I am planning for you to stay for dinner; I hope you won't change your mind!" Mrs. Bennet fidgeted with her napkin unsure about Mr. Darcy. He had not ever willingly addressed her and she was sure that she had never seen a grin on his face before either. She couldn't help thinking that something was not right with the world.

"So, Darcy, did you enjoy your walk? I hope you found the view to your liking." Bingley said winking at Jane.

Mr. Darcy was not willing to banter in front of the Bennet women. He noticed Elizabeth blushing when he lifted the tea cup to his lips. He acknowledged Bingley with a raised eyebrow and a nod. In truth, he was amused at Bingley's wit; indeed the view of Elizabeth at his side was very enjoyable.

There was some light conversation before Mary excused herself to sit at the pianoforte. Bingley and Jane were in a world of their own, only interrupted occasionally by Mrs. Bennet's random wedding questions. The afternoon passed with a little conversation and entertainment, with the two unacknowledged lovers doing their best to ignore each other.

When it was time to sit for dinner Mr. Bennet sat at the head of the table with a letter to contemplate. While Mr. Bennet disregarded those sitting around his table, the others all communicated mostly with looks during the four courses.

A maid served coffee around the table at the conclusion of the meal. Mrs. Bennet asked after Miss Bingley and was given to understand that she was enjoying the quiet of the country. Mr. Bingley looked significantly at Mr. Darcy and said, "I am sure that my sister would love to visit with your family again. In fact, if you are agreeable, I would like to invite your family to sup with us! Say, two days' time after tea?"

"How wonderful Mr. Bingley! You are very good. We will look forward to it, Jane, will we not?" In her mind, she was already deciding what to wear and what outfit to insist for her eldest daughter.

Kitty piped up, "Mr. Bingley, do you think you shall ever host another ball? Netherfield was such an ideal venue. Jane, you will convince him will you not?"

Mr. Bingley glanced at Darcy again before saying, "Indeed! I do not know about a ball before our wedding, but a neighborhood gathering is a fine idea. Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth don't you agree with your sister? I do miss dancing!" Darcy was none too pleased with his meaning and noticed Elizabeth's embarrassment over the little speech before she replied that she always enjoys dancing.

Fortunately the other individuals around the table did not catch Bingley's insinuation. Mr. Bennet placed his empty coffee mug on the table and addressed Bingley and Darcy, "I am sure you young men would rather entertain yourselves in the drawing room with the ladies, rather than sit with me. I am quite happy to end the evening after that strong brew." To the lady's he said, "Enjoy the company my dears, I will be in my library for a little before I retire." With that he pushed up from the table and left.

Fitzwilliam Darcy finished his coffee and stood up with the rest of the party. But rather than follow the lady's into the drawing room, he made his way to the library door and knocked.


AN: So next up we have the interview with Mr. Bennet!
You think the Colonel and Georgiana should come to town ASAP or just in time for the wedding?