I can't for the life of me remember when I last updated, and I'm terribly sorry if it's been a while. I was in an accident a few days ago and received a concussion as a parting gift, and I've been a little high and loopy on pain meds since. So I also apologize if this chapter reflects that. And it's nearly two in the morning here now, soooo.
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Very graciously, Jane brought Georgiana up to her room, and kept with her until she was fast asleep.

"I am sure she will be very fine for the rest of the evening. If you wish, you are more than welcome to stay for breakfast. We will make the carriage ready for your departure," said Jane, speaking her words with a tiredness.

"We much appreciate your generous hospitality, Mrs. Bingley," said Darcy, warmly smiling at his sister-in-law.

"You are always welcome here."

"And we thank you. Now, go get some rest. We are quite fine on our own."

Jane smiled and bowed gently, leaving the reluctantly quiet couple to themselves. After possibly five minutes, Darcy could no longer bear the silence, and brought up the topic both were loath to discuss.

"I know what was said earlier was a lot to bear."

"Indeed, it was rather overwhelming."

More silence before Elizabeth addressed the one idea that Darcy wished she never would: "You knew of Wickham, his character, for a long while. And had not thought it pertinent to discuss with me."

It wasn't a question.

"I do not deny it."

"Why wait until now, until seven months after our nuptials to discuss it?"

"I do not know."

"This could have possibly changed every thing. I blamed you entirely of Wickham's misfortunes, and now it appears that blame is wholly misplaced."

"I am as much to blame on that matter as you. I should have told you the times I had wished."

Elizabeth stood from the bed, brushing out wrinkles in her sleeping gown, and Darcy watched her with a rapt interest. She stood in front of him for a few moments, standing no higher than his shoulder, before she took one of his large hands into both of her small ones.

"I am very sorry for being so cold towards you. I allowed misplaced prejudice and my own thorough convincing to never allow myself to have any warm feelings toward you. If you would allow me, I would very much like to make it up to you."

Though she never made eye contact with the man she was addressing, her voice was low and spoke of sincerity, and her face colored as she finished.

"That is rather all I have wanted from you since our wedding."

They shared a smile, a smile that held a new mutual respect toward the other, and they stood together for a while until Elizabeth released his hand and allowed him to change behind a screen Jane had set up for them. Darcy thought of the young woman sitting opposite the screen, the same young woman that refused to treat him with civility until a mere month previous, the same young woman that vowed to never be more than a wife in name to him. He thought of her wise, bright blue eyes, her soft blonde hair which fell shortly past her shoulders, her lovely and womanly figure, of which he found himself wondering slightly more about. He had been none the wiser to how similar their countenances were; the stubbornness, the innate ability to hold a grudge, the hints of pride that would sneak into their voices and make their words sound arrogant. Of course, until he allowed himself to see such similarities.

Fitzwilliam Darcy loved the former Miss. Elizabeth Bennet greatly, more than he understood until that moment.

He couldn't have thought George Wickham to ever be of any help to him.