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"Please, give me a chance Elizabeth." he whispered, her name spoken as if it was the most sacred thing in the world. "Allow me to put our fears to rest, unite us and satisfy everyone as well."
Elizabeth blinked twice digesting this offer before she decided to respond. "You have given yourself quite a challenge sir. i had known you like to succeed at everything you try your hand at but this is not one of those times. It is an impossible if not rare moment that everyone is satisfied."
Darcy rolled his eyes causing Elizabeth to giggle slightly at his lack of properiety. Shielding her view of anything but himself; he stole her hand grasping it tightly in his own. First he raised it to his lips as he bestowed a lingering kiss upon her ungloved hand before entombing her hand between his chest and hand.
"My heart is yours now and forever, I shall not change that." He spoke softly, watching her blush under his gaze. "You have to say but one word and I shall allow us to remain civil as your request. If your sentiments were what they were before you left Hertfordshire then allow me prove that I am worthy of you."
A traitorous tear escaped the boundaries of Elizabeth's lashes, before being captured by the tender touch of Darcy's thumb upon her cheek. Staring at the earnest look of his eyes Elizabeth could feel her resolve dissolved she closed her eyes as she enjoyed his touch.
"My sentiments have not changed from what they were, my views have been quite altered sir." She proclaimed basking in the glow of Darcy's happiness before continuing. "Not only are you the best of men, Mr. Darcy, but you are humble to. I must beg your permission to allow me to show I am worthy of you."
Darcy was taken back by such a proclamation, "Dearest you are more than worthy of me. I fear it is I who is not worthy of your goodness, your selflessness nor your kind smile.".
Shaking her head Elizabeth disagreed knowing that she would never be able to bring anything to help any marriage between the two, be an advantageous one that would be expected of a gentleman such as Darcy.
Yet she was prevented from remarking on his word upon the entrance of young James who was seeking his favourite cousin after managing to be escape the sight of his parents and governess.
The children were shortly followed by a harassed looking governess who looked close to having a heart attack at the thought of losing her charges at such a dinner. Relief flooded her upon seeing the scene before her. As quietly as possible she turned and found her mistress, careful not to disturb the group. Mrs. Gardiner was talking to Miss Darcy before her attention was drawn by her governess. Excusing herself she left the conversation to follow her employee out of the room.
"I thought you would like to see this," the governess whispered in a quiet voice.
The two ladies peered into the room, watching the display with tender amusement. Before them sat the Gardiner children, excluding Edward and the eldest daughter Amelia. They were listening attentively to Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth as they both spun a tale about knights, dragons and fair maidens to be rescued.
Matthew had asked Mr. Darcy to tell him a story, declaring he was bored. Elizabeth had watched in astonishment as the formal gentleman folded his frame into a chair with Matthew perched on his knee and began to spin a story of a brave knight who went on adventures and encountered dragons and mermaids and even included a beautiful lady on Sophia's request.
"...and so they lived happily ever after," Elizabeth concluded, giggling at the disgust on Matthew's face at such an ending. The pair were startled out of their daze by the applause they were given by the gathered crowd at the door. The whole party had been captivated by the story, listening with sincere attention and almost as eager to hear the ending as the children who sat with awe struck faces as they saw the tale spun before their eyes. Even some distracted maids were quick to go back to work after the story ended.
Much to the enjoyment of his cousin, a blush crept across Darcy's cheeks at being caught speaking of fairy tales when he was a grown man. Richard was forced to bite his cheek to keep from howling with laughter. His eyes were beginning to water at his restraint. The glare his younger cousin gave him was enough to sober him up though. It would not help Darcy's self-esteem for his cousin to embarrass him when he had just got his confidence back once more.
"Excellent timing, I must say, for dinner is ready," Mrs. Gardiner announced, taking the arm of her husband, who also offered to escort Miss Darcy into the dining room. Edward asked Mary, who smiled happily as she placed her hand on his arm. Richard offered his arm to Anne who smiled just as brightly as Mary had and they followed the other couples, whilst Jane gave a more muted expression of her joy that still took away Mr. Bingley's breath as he escorted his intended to the table.
"Come now, cousins, we must follow your parents. Enjoy your meal," Elizabeth said, smiling kindly at the children as they were herded along by their governess and taken to the nursery to eat.
Mr. Darcy, who had stood quietly during her exchange, offered his arm silently before leading her to the dining room, where a feast was awaiting them. Upon their entry the party exchanged knowing looks as Darcy escorted Elizabeth to her seat.
The meal was a success. With the variety of food available no one left feeling discontent. Elizabeth took note of the foods that Mr. Darcy seemed to avoid to ask him about later. She was occupied with the image of Darcy with little Matthew on his knee, before being drawn into a conversation. Each couple was happy to talk between themselves and had not the other guests been doing the same they would have been considered quite rude. Elizabeth was cautious not to neglect Georgiana, so she included her in the conversation as much as possible.
This allowed Darcy to marvel at the woman who sat before him, one that could either cut or caress you with her words. She managed to include those around her in conversation and seemed to draw out the best response in people as they all took amiably to the topic she had chosen to discuss. Not once did she purposely exclude anyone from the discussion or criticise anyone who had a different view, but listened to them before giving reasons as to why her view was correct.
Before the end of the meal she had managed to persuade Georgiana to play for them and convince Richard that his past view on performing as a male was incorrect.
"Now, Mr. Darcy, will we have the pleasure of hearing you play tonight?" she asked quietly, the sparkle dancing in her eyes once more.
Darcy appeared to be considering his options before he responded. "What is to be my reward if I do this for you my lady?" he replied, his voice low and husky, floating across her skin as he leant to whisper his reply in her ear.
"You can always have the reward of well-placed pride, sir," she teased, laughing slightly as a scowl dashed across his face.
"I have enough pride; anymore and I believe I shall become quite spoilt. May I have the pleasure of your accompaniment, if I play for you?" He stared at her with such intensity that a blush crept onto her cheeks, causing Darcy to smile in response.
Elizabeth weighed her options slightly, unsure what to do. He would play for her but only if she sang with his playing. She would lose the ability to watch him as he caressed the pianoforte making it sing for him. Yet to hear him play would be something sacred and to sing alongside him would be something to cherish. Finally after much thought she consented to his plan.
The women retired to the drawing room whilst the men remained at the table. Port and cigars were provided for them. No one touched the cigars for they disliked the smell but did help themselves to some port.
Normally Mr. Gardiner would have forgone the separation but he wanted to get to know his nieces' suitors better, especially since Mr. Bennet had written to him of the courtships he had granted.
"So, Mr. Bingley, Mr. Darcy, how are you finding your evening? Nothing lacking I hope," he supplied, aware that the men cared not for the lack of finery that other clients had whilst they dined with him but for the opinion of his eldest nieces.
"No sir, everything has been spectacular. My compliments to the chef and your wife for organising such a spread," Bingley babbled, quick to show his good opinion to Jane's favourite Uncle.
"Very good. Now lads, I will hasten to remind you that whilst my nieces are under my roof you will treat them with respect. I will not tolerate you disrespecting my family in anyway." Mr. Gardiner eyed the men separately, staring at each of them until they nodded.
"That includes you as well, Colonel, although Miss De Bourgh may not be my niece the rules still apply. I don't expect nor shall I allow any disrespect. Even if she is your betrothed you will act like a gentleman should until you are married," he stated, daring the man to question him.
"Betrothed?" Darcy asked, confused. As far as he was aware his cousins were only entering into a courtship after Catherine had tired of their circling and asked Richard outright for his intentions towards Anne.
The memory still caused Darcy to chuckle, for his Aunt had asked across the breakfast table where she, Anne, Richard and Darcy were present. Her question came after Richard had taken a sip of his morning tea which caused him to cough as he swallowed the liquid too quickly.
It had given Richard the courage to declare his love for Anne and request a courtship. They had then returned to London with Darcy. Lady Catherine and Anne stayed as guests of Darcy, at the Darcy town house whilst Richard returned to his parents' London home for the sake of propriety.
They had quite happily entered into a formal courtship once Lady Catherine had entertained an hour of her time giving Richard an interrogation of his intentions. His parents had been ecstatic that he had finally selected a bride. It brought great comfort to them, especially his mother. She had often worried that he would die a bachelor married to the army. Her surprise was equal to her happiness when he revealed his plans to retire from the army and marry Anne.
"I have asked Anne to be my bride; she has made me the luckiest of men by accepting my suit," Richard announced, a proud grin engraved into his face. Congratulations were shared at the news and a toast made to the good health of the happy couple.
Mr. Gardiner then began a topic of business giving each man details of the shipments they had become invested in.
Meanwhile, the ladies had once more separated into smaller groups. Mary had taken Georgiana to look at the music scores that were available for her whilst Mrs. Gardiner and Jane spoke quietly together of their observations regarding the nights' events and Elizabeth stood looking out the window in a fashion similar to her suitor.
Anne accompanied Elizabeth in her task of looking onto the night that had fallen undisturbed beyond the walls of merry bliss.
"I believe I must congratulate you, Miss. Elizabeth. From the look on my cousin's face I am confident in your acceptance of his courtship." Anne whispered quietly, not wishing to draw attention to the topic if Elizabeth was uncomfortable speaking of it.
A bright smile shone as she listened to Anne's words. She had to remain calm for proprieties' sake but she just wanted to confess it to the whole world. A blush seeped onto her cheeks as she tried to contain her smile.
"I am quite a lucky creature indeed, to have someone so thoughtful to my needs and stubborn enough to try and change my mind." She laughed quietly to herself before turning to Anne. "You deserve congratulations as well, to be now engaged must be so wonderful for you."
Anne looked startled at the comment, "How did you know? We have not formally announced it yet."
"Do not be alarmed, it shall remain a secret if you wish it to be. I could not but notice the added jewellery to your hand as well as the more content smiles you share with the Colonel," Elizabeth informed her, smiling slightly so to give her comfort.
Looking upon the ring that wrapped around her finger she blushed once more; a light laugh escaped her as she shook her head slightly.
"How foolish of me; I had quite forgotten about it. I suppose the announcements shall be printed soon for my mother is most eager to boast of her daughter's marriage."
"I must confess, my own mother has been revealed to be the same. Especially in light of two daughters' engagements - Mary is to wed in but a week and Kitty just after," Elizabeth soothed. A slight sadness passed over her as she thought of the loss of her sisters. "We must allow them their joys before they realise the loss they must also encounter."
"I fear as I am an only child, my mother shall feel the loss most acutely. I catch her sometimes, looking at me when she thinks I'm not paying attention whilst she is making some wedding plans. I do not wish to cause her pain, yet it is inevitable," Anne added sadly.
"My youngest sister would declare me so dull for bringing such sullen thoughts forward. Pray forgive me, sometimes my tongue runs away with my thoughts as my mother would add." Elizabeth laughed slightly. "Let us not think of such sombre things and see what Gigi has selected to delight our senses."
"We shall speak on this at a different time," Anne replied, laughing at Elizabeth's description. "She is quite the talented player. If I had learnt I would wish to play half as well as my fair cousin."
Elizabeth eyed Anne slightly, watching the wishful thoughts escape her before she shook her head and turned back to Elizabeth.
"If I may be so bold as to ask, why have you never learnt?" Elizabeth enquired.
"It is no secret. When I was a child I caught a fever that left me weak. I was of a sickly disposition and could not do much without feeling fatigue. My father had perished from a similar illness so my mother became very protective over me even when I recovered. I was not allowed to do activities that could risk my health, which is why I have never learnt to ride or even play a pianoforte," Anne explained, a faraway look glazing over her eyes.
"Would you like to?" Elizabeth asked.
"Yes. I know not every gentlewoman plays the pianoforte, but I feel somewhat embarrassed that I do not even known the basics," Anne admitted in a quiet murmur.
Linking their arms, Elizabeth placed a comforting hand upon Anne's arm as she spoke. "You need not feel embarrassed, you lacked the health to learn rather than the effort. I could help you understand the basics if you so desire. I am not a great pianist like my sister or your cousin but I can play simple melodies that can help you learn if you wish."
"I could not trespass on your time because I am lacking in a skill," Anne refused.
"What else would I do with the time? Come Anne, it is no trouble really. You would help me improve my skill by encouraging me to practise alongside you," Elizabeth amended, trying not to push the topic too much. She did not want Anne to feel forced into it.
"I suppose if it is in aid of you I could allow myself the time to do so." Anne smiled.
"Splendid, I am only in London for a short while. If you send me a note when you have free time I can see if I am available as well if that suits you?" Elizabeth proposed, pleased that Anne would accept her help.
"I do believe Georgiana has a notion to invite you to lunch with us tomorrow. We may begin then if that is preferable for your plans," Anne revealed, a smile spreading across her face as she spied her fiancé. Bidding her friend farewell she walked over to greet him wishing to sit by him on the unused settee.
Elizabeth watched with joy as her friends and sisters were once more reunited with their betrotheds. Be it public knowledge or a simple acknowledgement between them it brought her immense wonder to perceive them all together.
However, the pang of loneliness was quick to accompany her thoughts, as was the knowledge that they would soon leave her. She was disheartened as her eyes roamed over Jane and Mary. Kitty's upcoming nuptials only added to that feeling as she realised that she would leave soon as well.
Darcy, who had entered the room last, had also been preoccupied watching his friends new and old interact in the room. He was captivated by the sight of Elizabeth - she managed to take his breath away each time he saw her. It seemed she had an eternal effect upon him.
The image of Elizabeth cradling her young cousin had brought forth images of her holding their child in the halls of Pemberley and smiling as he entered the room. He was broken out of his fantasy by the appearance of his sister. He had never seen her look so comfortable within such a large group.
"How goes your evening, Brother?" she questioned, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Judging by the smile that has not been removed I would say it has gone splendidly."
Darcy raised his eyebrow at his sister's antics, aware that she was teasing him. "I fare quite well, Sister. How fares you?"
Georgiana laughed at her brother's diversion. She had overheard a portion of the exchange between her brother and Elizabeth and was impatient to know if he had been successful and eager for Elizabeth to experience everything her brother had planned. However, she was aware that she would have to seek him out later to discover what exactly had transpired.
"My evening could not be better; with such new friends how could I frown?" she sweetly replied, smirking knowingly at her brother as she left him to his thoughts and joined her cousins' conversation. Smirking she allowed her brother leave, to head towards the object of his inner thoughts. Even during the brief interaction with his sister he was incapable of tearing his eyes away from her form as she seemed disheartened by something. His heart bled for her. Wishing to ease her aching heart he walked up beside her, nodding in greeting as he stood before her.
"You seem disheartened, is something weighing on your mind?" he asked softly, unsure of if he wished to hear her admit she regretted her earlier words. Her silence plagued him as he stood for what felt like hours awaiting her words to sooth his panicked heart. She smiled sadly at him, finally meeting his eyes.
"Not quite sir, I have just realised that I am to lose my sisters so soon," Elizabeth murmured, her eyes focusing once more on his blue depths, seeking the warmth and kindness that shone through like a beacon, as comforting as any words he could have spoken to her. "I know it is foolish but I did not quite expect to lose them all so quickly."
Darcy frowned at her words, suddenly realising that what she said was true. Soon her sisters would be off busy with their married life. However, he did not anticipate her being left alone for too long if his plan worked.
"It is true that your sisters will soon leave you but was it not you that stated to Georgiana that she wouldn't be losing something but gaining more family when she expressed similar fears to you?" Darcy questioned. His sister had been apprehensive of what would happen when her brother married and had the notion that he would abandon her for his new family. He was ever grateful for Elizabeth as she had put his sister's fears to bed with a few soothing words. He had sworn to himself from that moment that she would become Georgiana's sister and his bride.
"Quite true, Mr. Darcy. It is odd for me to be moping in such a fashion but I found myself overcome for a moment. I thank you for helping me see the positive in the situation," Elizabeth commented, a true smile gracing her features.
Darcy opened his mouth to reply but was cut short upon his cousin's exclamation. "Darcy, what is this I hear from my obviously misinformed cousin that you are to play for us tonight?" Richard's voice shattered the illusion of privacy between the two as they turned to look at the former soldier.
"I am offended at such an accusation. Misinformed? I heard the words myself. Fitz told Elizabeth he would perform only is she would accompany him," Georgiana explained, shooting her cousin a dark look for calling her misinformed.
Richard returned her dark look with a cheeky smile, before questioning his cousin again about the reliability of the words. The topic had soon captured the attention of the majority of the room, seeing so many eyes on him, Mr. Darcy straightened his back, a tell that he was beginning to become uncomfortable with the scenario he now found himself in.
"I was not aware you played Mr. Darcy, I am sure your playing will be excellent," Mary commented, trying to soothe the tall man's nerves.
"It is not something I am fond of revealing. However, Miss Elizabeth discovered my secret and is quite demanding that I shall display such for her," Darcy teased, smiling down at Elizabeth who had placed her hand upon his arm in hopes of bringing him some comfort.
"Indeed, I have become such a demanding creature in your absence, sir; only the best shall do for me," she quirked, enjoying his light attitude. "Although it is more of a wish then a demand, sir."
Darcy's smile softened at her words, knowing he would do anything to make her happy. He bowed as he declared, "Your wish is my command, Madam," and captured her hand, bringing it quickly to his lips before placing it back onto his arm. A smirk gracing his features at the blush that graced her cheeks.
"Such corruption through the ranks, Miss Elizabeth. And I thought you a comrade," Richard teased, referring to the light attitude of his cousins.
"Corruption was not my aim, I do assure you. It is however, a happy coincidence that I fear I cannot accept much blame for," Elizabeth replied, honestly unsure of her role in such corruption as Richard claimed.
"Whoever shall we lay the blame upon then? Surely it cannot be placed upon yourself or me for we are innocent in this ordeal that we have just witnessed," Richard cried, whilst keeping a serious face.
"What ordeal would that be?" Darcy questioned, not sure where the discussion was going.
"You being carefree of course. To display such an expression must be against your code somewhere." Richard laughed at the scowl that spread like wildfire across Darcy's face pulling each feature to display the disapproval he felt at the words he had received.
"Then I find your method of finding the source quite inept for you have ruled out the very thing that makes me such." Darcy smirked, before continuing jokingly "even with it being a violation of one my codes."
"Now all we have to decipher is who is the cause of Darcy's joy. Is it Miss Elizabeth or my fabulous self, who no one could be within a few feet of and be so miserable?" Richard responded, insinuating the reason upon himself; chuckling at his cousin's narrowed eyes.
"I do fear that he has obtained quite a large head over the years. Miss De Bourgh, my commiserations," Edward stated hand over chest, bowing deeply to Richard's betrothed.
"To overlook such a flaw is a credit to your character and I assure you that you are quite welcome to come and visit or stay at our home, when his ego becomes too large to bare," Mary added, smiling cheekily at Richard who was frowning at such a statement.
"I am quite sure that I am able to cope with his antics. Someone must be around to make sure he stays rooted," Anne commented. She smiled sweetly at her betrothed before adding, "Otherwise I fear he would soon believe himself quite omnipotent."
Laughter rippled through the room chased after by Richard's avid denials. Sensing the conversational turn Mrs. Gardiner decided to step in, much to Richard's relief.
"If it is acceptable for everyone else I do believe that it is time to open up the pianoforte. Mary would you care to play for us first?" Mrs. Gardiner asked, smiling brightly at her nieces. Each was heading to a comfortable future - she only hoped Jane's words rang true and Lydia was fast discovering the error in her ways.
Once the furniture had been reorganised so everyone had a pleasing view of the performer the children returned to the drawing room, eager to hear their cousins' performance. Mary placed herself elegantly on the seat. Looking into the reassuring eyes of Edward who smiled encouragingly at her she began to play. Due to a lack of funding none of the Bennets had acquired a London Master but Mary had devoted herself to her music in such a way that it was hardly noticeable. Her fingers flew across the keys, drawing from her memory with an ease that Elizabeth had often envied. Applause followed the ringing of the last note, and a blush spread across Mary's pale cheeks.
She was shortly succeeded by Georgiana who after some light encouragement from her new friends and much pleading from the children, entertained them with a light air. Her well-practised fingers caressing the keys like an old friend, she felt the notes soothe her, smiling at the encouraging face of her friends before drawing it to a close. Blushing brightly at the applause she received, she returned to her seat.
Sophia stared at the young lady in wonder, "How did you learn to play so well?" she asked, before realising that this could be a personal question and blushing.
However, Georgiana was not affronted and smiled kindly at the little girl. "Through lots and lots of practise, years of rehearsal and of course some very good tutors." Sophia absorbed this information with rapt attention wishing to play so well one day. Her cousins were talented with their voices but were not quite at the level of Georgiana when it came to playing.
Finally, much to Mr. Darcy's apprehension, his time to perform arose. Standing slowly his feet felt like lead, each step worse than before, his arms weighing heavily at his sides and his fingers becoming numb. A light pressure was on his arm, and he looked down into the bright eyes of Elizabeth looking up at him, her smile defeating the apprehension in a blink of an eye. He did not fear that he would perform poorly, for she was beside him. The performance was to see her smile, watch her eyes light up, capture the expression of delight on her face that he had longed to see as he waited and planned until he could finally see her again
He had allowed Elizabeth to pick a piece out of the selection he had revealed he knew how to play. As he looked over the piece he realised she had selected a duet with both vocals being present. She raised her eyebrow, a silent challenge to him to comment. A tug at the corner of his mouth was the sign of the smile that he tried to prevent from showing. He was pleased that she tested him, as well as encouraged him to show off his talents. It was something he had enjoyed doing yet had grown lax in doing so because he was too busy or felt like he had lost the heart to play the piano anymore. Instead he had restricted himself to listening to Georgiana's growing accomplishment on the pianoforte and being content with the enjoyment that he received from that. However, he had forgotten how much he used to love playing the piano as he began to persuade the instrument to bend to his will and play a melodic tune.
His pleasure only increased as he was captivated as was his custom when Elizabeth sang the first bars, increasing his joy tenfold. Catching his eye she smiled slightly as a lull in her part appeared. He didn't fault once in his playing. The success of his playing after being so lax in his practising had him smiling contently as his fingers moved through the verses. Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat as he played the lead-in to his singing part, Darcy took one deep breathe before singing softly, his baritone filling the room. His family had heard his voice through church singing but had not expected him to sing so well. The two voices blended together, dancing in harmony as they floated around the room, filling each person with joy as they listened to the lyrics. The room erupted in applause when they had finished their piece, much to the bashfulness of Darcy who was quite alarmed by the praise he received from everyone in the room.
"I do hope you were not left wanting, my dear," Darcy stated to Elizabeth as they watched Sophia ask Georgiana to help her learn the piece she had played. Stalled notes alongside the odd bad note allowed a dim chatter to fill the background noise as Darcy and Elizabeth moved over to the window for some privacy.
"You never cease to amaze me," Elizabeth replied, smiling as she watched both Sophia and Georgiana overcome their normal shyness to new people by working together through music. It was a wondrous sight indeed.
Darcy blushed slightly as her words registered with him. "Such a high standard, I fear I am to disappoint you my lady," he admitted, looking at her briefly before darting his eyes to look at his sister. Elizabeth looked at his sombre expression, realising his words were a glimpse of his internal thoughts.
"I have no delusions of what is to come. If we head into this with realistic aims than how can we be disappointed?" Elizabeth reasoned, making him turn once more to her.
A slight smile graced his face, making it look even more handsome to Elizabeth. He was interrupted before he could respond by the appearance of Matthew who requested that his favourite cousin put him to bed. Chuckling slightly at the sleepy eyed child, Darcy shook his hand before bidding him goodnight.
Laughing at their antics Elizabeth led Matthew away, noticing that all his other siblings spare Sophia and Edward had gone to bed already. "How have you managed to stay awake so late, little one?" she wondered aloud as she saw the yawn capture him.
"I wasn't tired, but now I am very tired," Matthew mumbled, barely making sense in his tired haze. "I wanted to see if your Mr. Darcy would tell me another story."
Elizabeth shook her head slightly, as she carried the child up the stairs his eyelids drooping slowly. "He is not my Mr. Darcy. I am sure he will tell you another story when he visits again."
"Why is he not your Mr. Darcy? He looks at you like Eddy looks at Mary and Mama says they are to be married. That will make Mary my sister, I will like Mary. She will be much nicer to me then my sisters now. Sophia only wants to play on the piano and won't play with me anymore. It's not fair. She's not that much older than me - just three years."
"I know sweetie, but you'll be older in a few years. You'll understand why she is such in a few years." Elizabeth soothed, as she tugged off his shoes and his little jacket watching him with a soft smile as he curled under the duvet trying to get comfortable.
As soon as his head hit the pillow he was out like a light. Quietly as she could, Elizabeth exited the room, her cousin's words echoing around her mind before she shook herself and slowly re-joined the party once more. Darcy, a man who prided himself on concealing his emotions would not stare at her so openly, right? Elizabeth was unsure if she was trying to persuade herself or just stating a fact that she had long ago anticipated from the tall man. After all the lack of facial expression of any emotion had often left her wondering about the depth of his affections for her.
That was until she had voiced her concerns whilst in a midnight chat with her elder sister, knowing her sister would help her see what she was too quick to ignore, thinking the worst as she had held little hope for any furthering relationship between the two. The topic had arisen when Jane herself had voiced fears of being too reserved for Mr. Bingley to entertain any lasting interest in her. She was worried he would doubt her sincerity as well as the depth of their attachment. Obviously, Elizabeth mused, her sister worried no more as the young couple now had an understanding. The thought brought back a light smile to her lips as she wandered down the long landing, taking time to compose herself before she re-entered company. The whispered conversation floated back to her as she continued.
"Lizzy?" Jane's hushed voice shattered the silence that had descended as the sisters grew lost in their thoughts, staring aimlessly at the darkness that stretched around them.
Elizabeth was sharply brought out of her own musings by the hesitation and the doubt that tinged the two syllable word. Rolling over she lay so had there been light her sister would have had her whole attention. Jane heard the rustling and inhaled deeply, trying to decide where to begin.
"What do you think of Mr. Bingley?" she asked, wanting reassurance that his character was as true as she perceived it to be. Lizzy could do that for her if what she was seeing was actually there and not just the rose tinted view of her attachment.
"I have told you before, Janey. He is one of the most amiable men of my acquaintance. Why do you ask? Do you doubt him?" Elizabeth questioned, sitting up as the realisation hit her that Jane's attachment was much deeper then she had imagined. This meant that Jane would be in danger of being hurt if Mr. Bingley was not what Jane had envisioned. "You truly like him, my dear?"
Jane smiled in the darkness, marvelling silently at her sister's astute reasoning. "Indeed I do. I think he likes me too, yet I feel foolish to give such hope to these thoughts," Jane murmured, confessing her fears to Elizabeth.
Frowning deeply at her sister Elizabeth could not refrain herself from enquiring what was foolish about her feeling. Sighing deeply, Jane mirrored her sister in position. Sitting up, she cleared her throat before explaining her thoughts, asking for Elizabeth to allow her to say her piece before arguing.
"I make no promises for sometimes I find my tongue has run away from me before I am quite aware what has become of me," Elizabeth quipped at her older sister who looked at her in the darkness.
Rolling her eyes at her younger sister Jane drew a comforting breath before beginning, her fears brimming to the surface after being ignored so long.
"It is often said that a lady must show more emotion then she feels in order to assure her suitor of the depth of her attachment. I know that I am reserved, no, don't argue Lizzy. I know I am such, I cannot help such manners but I do fear that it may cause doubt in Mr Bingley. I cannot help but consider that he shall find my reserve to be indifference and be easily swayed away. You may think me too kind but I am not blind to the looks from Caroline. She does not like our family and perceives herself above us. I do not know how else to show my regard for him anymore than I am capable to do so." Jane sighed, allowing her words to be absorbed by her younger sister knowing there would be objection on her behalf. Yet she was not finished. Taking the ends of her hair she played with it in a nervous fashion before continuing.
"I also worry of his regard. Does he care for me as I do him? Yes, he smiles so whenever I see him, but frequently he does not alter the smile. It is the same with no depth behind it. He is as quick to find everything charming and enjoyable as you are to enjoy the folly of someone. I do not know if it is that I'm seeing what I want in his attentions to me or if they are genuine."
Silence filled the room, as thoughts were gathered. Elizabeth was unsure if she could reassure her sister in a way that would settle her fears for long. Unbeknownst to Elizabeth, Jane was not yet complete in releasing her fears.
"I know I cannot be bold, for it is not I; nor is it proper for me to do so. We have no brother to protect our interest; Papa tries but he cannot do much for he is rarely out in company. I envy you sometimes dearest, to be so confident in yourself as well as your view of others; it is the confidence I sometimes wish to have. I know I am being foolish, to entertain such thoughts but I have nothing to offer him, Lizzy. He could make a more advantageous marriage than I. Why ever should he settle for me?"
Elizabeth mulled over the words her sister had revealed. Aware of how such thoughts would affect her sister's mind, the doubts were natural, her reservations a credit to her character, and her confidence in Elizabeth evidence of how humble her sister truly was.
"Janey, may I speak yet?" Elizabeth asked, aware that there might yet be more for her sister to get off her chest. The relief of ridding oneself of one's troublesome thoughts could be a long task for Jane who would hold them all in for longer than most would. After getting a positive response from her dear sister, Elizabeth began to soothe if not eradicate her sister of the worries that plagued her so.
"Jane, it is, I believe, only natural to form such doubts. It is better for you to have them now and to be reassured that they are resolved then to doubt him later when you have no way of avoiding the match. My dearest sister, I admit Charlotte has often waxed over the same argument to me but my answer is not moved. If the gentleman truly cares for you and seeks to find your depth for him then he must discover it for himself and work for the achievement that it is to be held in esteem in your eyes. A blind man could see the attachment you two hold for each other; when together there are no others in the room for you. It is true that we have no brother but Papa is more foreboding then you would give him credit for; he would not entertain any gentleman who he perceived to be insincere in his regard. Have faith dearest in your judgement for yours is often more reliable than mine." Elizabeth's words, although spoken softly in the hush of the night held a resolve and conviction that her sister felt acutely.
Jane thanked her sister sincerely, each aware of how the doubts of Jane's suitor may not be just relevant to Jane but to some of Elizabeth's own fears towards her strengthening regard towards a certain gentlemen.
Elizabeth was brought from her memory by the sound of laughter that hit her as she entered the entry way of the drawing room. Her smile reappeared wider than before, widening further as she saw the scene before her. The scene was one of bliss and happiness. Each couple was talking between themselves ignorant of what was around them. Georgiana had been drawn out of her shell by the mention that Mrs Gardiner had grown up in Lambton and had often had the chance to hear of her mother. Sophia was content in trying to perfect the new ballad that Georgiana had shown her and had been left to her own devices as she concentrated on the section. Although repetitive the melody made for some background noise in the parlour. Elizabeth noted as she entered that her young cousin was slowly improving and becoming more confident in the playing of the piece that had fewer noticeable wrong notes in each repetition.
The reappearance of Elizabeth soon saw Darcy's attentions wavering from the conversation he had been attending between his cousins regarding the health of their family to watch her movement through the room. She paused at each little gathering to ensure that no one was wanting in anything and to ensure that no one had felt neglected by the general neglect that had been shown by the other groups and couples scattered about. She also took the moment to tease them good-naturedly, enjoying their company momentarily before moving on to the next group in the room.
To Darcy it felt like an age before she finally made her way across the room to join his current party, although it could have been the briefest of moments. He was deaf to the teasing of Richard regarding his lack of attention and the attempts of Anne to quieten her fiancé and leave the man be.
It was with affection that Richard teased his cousin so, for he had not often had the opportunity to do so throughout the length of his lifetime. Anne rolled her eyes at her future husband aware of his antics as well as the effect that Miss Elizabeth Bennet was having on her cousin. She awaited the future planned interactions with eager anticipation. It was her belief that the second Bennet was most suited for her normally sombre cousin. She had not seen him so relaxed in company since he had the comfort of his mother's presence with him. Her thoughts were happily engaged in wondering the surprise her being able to play would give to her fiancé. Richard was not a demanding man and had been honest to her throughout his courting and proposal. He loved her for who she was and wasn't going to ask more of her than she could give.
"Miss Elizabeth, it seems I cannot keep my cousin's attention when you are near. Would you know why?" Richard asked, as he saw the petite lady join their group and grinning contently at the scowl and glare he received from his cousin.
"Me? I thought you would have more of an understanding of your cousin than I, sir," Elizabeth stated, a mischievous smile on her face. "Have you not known her since birth, sir?"
Richard barked a laugh at the clever ploy of Elizabeth, choosing to intentionally perceive the wrong cousin allowing Darcy's embarrassment to be limited. "Well played, Miss Bennet, well played," he retorted, bowing dramatically to her.
"I am not sure you should bow to my cousin so Richard. She would not like people to believe that she is a lady," Edward teased, joining the group as his future wife had left him to attend to his sister. "If I remember correctly it was an avid argument that she used quite insistently."
Elizabeth, in her maturity, stuck her tongue out and glared at her cousin aware of what tales he had yet to expose - a long ago threat he could finally complete. Edward waited for his cryptic explanation to pique the interest of Richard before he dared to continue.
"What ever can you mean Ed?" Richard encouraged him. Edwards smile turned smug as his friend took the bait. He had long waited to repay the favour that his cousin had given to him during his courtship of her sister.
"Well, it was a long time ago. I am not sure my facts are completely accurate; I must ask dear Jane to join us," Edward stated, prolonging the story to build up the suspense.
"What tales does your cousin wish to reveal to us?" Darcy asked Elizabeth in a hushed tone. She did not look uncomfortable with the turn of the conversation but was smiling cunningly at her cousin as if daring him to continue.
"I cannot steal the glory from my cousin, he has long awaited the time to tell his tale." Elizabeth laughed, ensuring that her cousin was aware that she knew what he was about and she wouldn't stop him. "It is only fair I suppose after all the tales I told Mary,"
Richard watched the interaction impatient to hear the tale, "Whatever could this tale be?" he asked aloud, to the answering smirk of Edward who brought with him Jane to credit his story.
"Contain yourself, Richard, for it is a tale of unrequited love, a horse, and a broken heart," Edward declared dramatically.
"Broken heart? Love? You do exaggerate, Eddie. At best it was a bruised ego - I do doubt there was anything deeper in it," Elizabeth quipped, quietening at the glare of her cousin and apologising and saying it was his tale.
"Thank you for ruining my build up Lizzy," he commented, only answered by a light laugh. "Admittedly, there were no broken hearts, just a very bruised ego and shocked mother in our tale. It started a warm summer afternoon. I had arrived at Longbourne to spend time with my cousins where I was to learn that one of my cousins was soon to expect a proposal from a Mr Hensworth, was it ?"
Looking at Jane for confirmation, the older Bennet thought for a second before assenting to her cousin laughing at the memory of the gentleman.
"Indeed, he was a rather handsome gentleman, fair looks, but quite a dull mind. Wasn't that your description of him Lizzy?" Jane enquired, aware of the tale that her cousin was about to spin. Her sister had long said that it was his right as it was often the only thing he had over Lizzy.
"He wasn't very quick witted I will own, but I do not own to describing him as handsome, dearest. I do believe that it was mama who often exclaimed over his features. I remember him being a heavy set fellow, with a large gut and wider mouth that he was often busy filling." Elizabeth laughed as she remembered the fellow.
Darcy, who had been scowling upon the announcement that Elizabeth had described another as handsome, was relieved upon the revelation of falsehood of the tale. He was beginning to see how futile it was to entertain his jealously about a man that he had never met for no other reason than his intended had supposedly described him as handsome. He would have to keep his jealousy in check otherwise he might scare Elizabeth away with how possessive he could be.
"I do believe this was my tale," Edward muttered, unhappy with the side conversation his tale had achieved. Once receiving the promise from his cousin to not to interrupt again he continued.
"As I was saying, a Mr Hensworth was supposedly on the verge of proposing to one of my cousins if my aunt's word was anything to go on. He had been in the neighbourhood for a month by the time I had arrived and stayed for two more weeks upon my arrival. My aunt was in raptures declaring that her daughter would soon be wed to an advantageous man. I eagerly awaited the arrival of the infamous gentleman to discover if what my aunt said was true. It was to my surprise that I discovered everything to be true. The man was infatuated with my cousin. She was not with him but the man was too ignorant to see it. Imagine if you would a younger Lizzy, two or three years into society less reserved then she is now, quicker to show off her intellect and challenge others. The man, if you can imagine, was as my cousin was quick to amend but twenty or so more in years then she was. It was a bright summer evening that he called upon the house, asking to be seen by Miss Elizabeth. Elizabeth, Jane, Mary and I were in the drawing room whilst Mr Bennet was dealing with estate business and Mrs Bennet along with my two youngest cousins were out visiting Mrs Philips, if memory serves. You can imagine our surprise at the announcement for we were not expecting him, yet he bullied his way into the house. The poor man stationed at the door was dumbfounded with what to do with the man. Mr. Hill, attending my uncle at that time, had left a younger butler in control who lacked the intimidation of Hill. However, my story runs away from me. Mr Hensworth enters, barging into the room and, quite ignoring the presence of Jane, Mary and I, he fell to his knees with a loud thud before struggling to balance."
Here his tale was intruded upon once more by his cousins, but as the interruption was from his fiancé he was reluctant to scorn her as she joined the group. She was giggling at the memory of the man, who had almost popped out of his waist coat in his actions.
"He had to grab the table to support himself. Didn't he break the vase that was on it as he had to lean on the table to stand but instead tipped the table?" Mary asked, trying to recall the details.
"Oh dear, I had quite forgotten. Mama was insistent that Lizzy pay for the vase for it was by extension her fault it was broken," Jane commented, joining Mary in her laughter.
Richard laughed merrily at the thought, "Do tell me that this odious man proposed to her. Actually, tell me of her response for it promises to be far more interesting."
Edward nodded before asking the group if he should continue. With the enthusiastic yes he continued to spin his tale.
"Mr Hensworth in his hurry to propose had indeed broken the vase, but my dear it was on his descent that he did so for he shattered it before he pushed me into it on his exit. But I am getting ahead of myself. So in barges Mr Hensworth, collapsing to his knees, smashing my aunt's new vase that had yet to be allocated a proper place in the house. Lizzy, who was quite engaged in the perusal of a new novel, looked up at the commotion only to find Mr Hensworth kneeling before her catching his breath after his dash down the hall. Once the man has caught his breath he proceeds to pour his heart out, well he begins cementing what she would be expected to do as his wife: 'As my wife I do expect you to act as the proper lady you are and stop this unladylike habit of walking about the country. Host the dinner parties at my London estate and make sure the house is kept in order. You may spend your spare time reading if you so choose; I suppose there is nothing untoward about it. Now, shall you do the honour of accepting my hand, Elizabeth?' The poor man had obviously bared his heart to my cousin. Can you imagine my cousin's reaction?"
Edward asked the group; his cousins did not respond for they knew the answer.
"I would have said that she declared her undying hatred for the man before returning to her book," Richard suggested, laughing at the ridiculous nature of the man that had been painted.
"After such a proposal, I suppose you would not know what to say. You must have felt his love quite acutely," Anne giggled, aware of the absurdity of the proposal.
Edward laughed at both suggestions, commenting that such responses would have been equally as amusing to them but insulting to the man.
"From my limited knowledge of Miss Elizabeth, I would presume she thought it to be a joke, so she laughed at him asking him to be serious before returning to her book." Darcy laughed, aware of how much Elizabeth enjoyed laughing at the follies of human behaviour.
"It does not seem so funny when he says it as such," Edward muttered, quite disgruntled that he had guessed the reaction although it did speak volumes of how well the gentleman knew his cousin to guess her response.
"I unfortunately did think him to be in jest and laughed him off before returning to my book. It was quite interesting and I was almost at the end of the novel and was interested to see what the ending would be," Elizabeth chuckled.
"What?" Richard exclaimed, "Surely that cannot be the end of the tale."
"It is not, for the gentleman was quite astounded at the limited response from Elizabeth. There he was kneeling before her and she had proclaimed him in jest and returned to her novel. He had no idea what to do. For a few minutes he thought on what to do. 'Miss Elizabeth, I assure you I do not jest. I am in earnest that I proclaim my love for you and if you accept I will make sure that you are the lady that you could be.' Elizabeth with the tact that she had at that age just replied 'No.' before returning to her book," Edward continued, enjoying the confused face of his friend.
"No? Are you telling me that little Miss Elizabeth had a man of fortune, I am sure, kneeling before her declaring his love and her reply was 'No,' just a 'no'? Nothing more?" Richard questioned, chuckling at the scene.
"Quite. My dear cousin did not deem the man needed more of a response. Instead she continued with her novel. Yet this gentleman was quite insistent that he should receive more of a response than just a monosyllable response that was a 'no.' I do believe he had to ask why several times before he regained her attention from the pages. 'I am not a lady nor do I intend to be so. I am sorry to say sir that I hold no regard for you nor would your proposal have swayed me if I had. Your clumsy manner is not flattery nor is the way you presume my acceptance before I have given such. You declare yourself in love yet you entertain thoughts of quelling my hobbies and making me something I am not. So no, I shall not accept your proposal for it is preposterous to even consider such a notion. I do not keep house, I do not entertain for others, and I certainly shall never cease doing something that I love because an odious man orders me to. Good day sir, you have my answer and should have no more need to be here as there is nothing for you.' She was quite unmerciful in her words. Admittedly it was a time after this that she learnt to soften her words but at this point in time Mr. Hensworth had no chance of receiving a polite response," Edward retold, entertaining himself with the embarrassed blush that spread across his cousin's cheeks. His revenge was complete.
Elizabeth smiled cheekily, aware now how harsh her words had been. At the time she was not concerned with the man's folly and instead been more interested in returning to her novel, yet if she was to be asked what book she had been so insistent in attending she couldn't remember the title or the plot of the tale. "It is true. I was most unkind but I was not interested in prolonging the little interview for it was embarrassing for him as it was."
The group was a mixture of shock, amusement, and being entertained by the tale. For Lizzy to have acted thus was reassurance to those that she was not one to quell her thoughts and feelings. Also, it was quite shocking to hear of a proposal of such from a man of standing.
"A Mr. Hensworth you say?" Richard asked, his brain mulling over some information that he had been given from an acquaintance during his time in town.
"Yes, he was visiting a relative at the time. Mama said he was to be wed last month or the month before, she wasn't sure. But she was quite beside herself that he would be so traumatised that he wouldn't propose for so long after proposing to Lizzy," Mary giggled. Her mother, although adamant that Lizzy had to pay for the vase, had laughed alongside her family at the manner of the proposal, reassuring her daughter that the man was too stupid to even think that he held her interest. It was an odd moment of solidarity between the two.
"Then I am thinking of the same gentlemen. He is quite elderly now but has married a maiden half his age. It was an arranged marriage. I believe the lady's father wanted to unite the two estates," Richard stated, not keeping the disgust from his tone as he spoke of the arrangement.
"Not everyone is as fortunate as I to refuse and be able to find a love match. It is a rarity, not that one would think so looking around this room this evening," Elizabeth observed, looking around the room at the couples. Her sisters were content in talking to their suitors reminding Elizabeth of her earlier sombre thoughts that had threatened to darken her cheery mood of the celebration that should be the beginning of a courtship between herself and Darcy. Yet she could not help pondering on her fears, the ones that had prevented her acceptance of his pursuit straight away. For it was she who had prevented it progressing any further. She was inferior in society and she was not willing to drag down the Darcy name and forfeit Georgiana a good match in marriage because of her lack of connections.
The evening was drawing to a close as the night loomed over the merry party, however time waits for no one and it was quick approaching the time for the company to leave. Sophia had succumb to the need of sleep and Georgiana was exhibiting similar symptoms of fatigue although she tried to hide them.
It was with reluctance that the party elected to have the coach called and their coats gathered for them to leave.
"Miss Elizabeth?" Darcy murmured, quietly reviving her from her sorrowful thoughts that had taken away her smile.
"Mr Darcy," she replied in kind, a sly smile upon her face at his bemused expression.
"I do hope that you shall have no reserve upon my calling upon you in the future. Please tell me now so I know if I am welcome," Darcy asked, in the relevant privacy they had been once more granted as he took his leave.
"I am not one to mince my words so, I shall look forward to your call. Yet I must warn you that your sister has the honour of my company tomorrow morning as was her request," Elizabeth reassured him.
Darcy smiled, nodding his head in understanding before bowing over her hand and bestowing a lingering kiss upon it before turning back to his party who were awaiting his and Mr Bingley's appearance so they might leave.
Bingley was resting at the Darcy house for he had not come in his own carriage and was too tired to return to his own home. In his mind it was all worth the few hours he had with his angel. He could not but wait with eager anticipation until he would not be leaving her but they would be leaving together. He understood her reasoning for her actions and reassured her that he would wait until the end of time for her if it is what she would need. The idea of a secret engagement was as romantic in his mind as it was his angel's. It allowed him to have the comfort of an understanding without the pressure of society to plan a wedding day.
As the carriages pulled away it was with as much reluctance as their suitors felt in leaving that the Bennet sisters tore their eyes from the window from which they watched the carriages roll away.
The evening was a glimpse of what was to come as well as the happiness that they would soon secure for themselves.
Tomorrow promised to be a busy day.