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Guest 5/25/13 . chapter 2

"For goodness's sake, make everything right between them, so they don't go through life blaming one another!"

I want to thank the readers and all reviewers for their kind words and encouragement. Pity I can't reply to the guest reviewers. Though for some reason I don't know jet, I especially want to thank guest reviewer PS. I don't think you comprehend how grateful I am to all of you who take the time to review. You all led me to chapter three, and I think I will let you lead me further down this road. I rather like it. So please review and tell me what you think... or where I went astray. With your help I might be able to finish this one. I want to thank Eb Evans for editing and with that making your reading more pleasant, if not, it's never Eb's fault. ;) Here goes nothing.

William Chapter 3

For days now she felt restless. Would he come and confront her? Should she tell William about his parentage? She unconsciously moaned in agony, thinking about how her dear William could react if she had the courage to do so. Could he forgive her for her wanton behaviour which resulted in his existence? If he could, could he forgive her for concealing the truth about his parentage? Would William want to get to know Darcy? Would Darcy want to know William? What if Darcy would approach William, without her knowledge? Then William's ire and disappointment would be certain, oh Lord what to do? Why did Mr. Darcy look at her with such hate, like it was she who had abandoned him? Questions! Endless questions whirled around nonstop in her head, day and night and that was the result of one encounter with him, and no answers to be had before it actually happened. Something had to be done. She had to act… otherwise she'd go insane. Her inner feelings… no, her very soul, were sure he would come. Now he would come… she almost snorted aloud in disgust, like Lydia used to do when they had been young. When he should have come then, as now he was far too late. What good could come from such a wretched history between them?

William should know! Decision made, she had him come to her private chambers. When he entered he gave her a small smile and said boldly, but not unfriendly. "Is this about that man in Brighton mother? I am curious about our relationship to him; you have been acting odd ever since we saw him. You even retreated on the battlefield. I have never seen you do that! Plus he had an uncanny resemblance to me, or rather vice versa. Is he family?" He looked expectantly at his mother.

Damn, he is clever, she loved all of all her children but William was special to her. He was the result from a evening full of passion, with the love of her life, even if it was not a reciprocated love, she loved the result. If he was frank she better be too. "Yes my dear it is about Mr. Darcy. I hope you can forgive me for what I am about to disclose to you. It is my one regret in life how my dealings with him affect yours. You want me to be frank about this?"

Williams expression became different from before, 'could he resemble his father more than this' she thought taken aback. The stoic face Mr. Darcy had worn so much in public was until at present, not seen on her son... but now he donned it. His stance became rigidly straight and defensive. Decidedly he spoke. "Yes I would like that."

She squared her shoulders and swallowed the uprising bile before she could speak. Though she spoke she could not look William in the eye. "I met Mr. Darcy in Hertfordshire in the autumn of 1811; he stayed there at Netherfield Park with his friend Charles Bingley. The moment I saw him at the assembly, I was in love. I know it sounds unbelievable but I was. He made an insulting comment about me, or so I thought, but when he understood I had heard him, he apologized instantly and explained the misunderstanding.

"We frequently saw each other at social functions and became friends of sorts. He was very uncomfortable in large gatherings and would assume a stoic face to hide his discomfort." Just as you just did, she thought. "Most of our neighbours thought him very proud and disagreeable at the time, because of it, though he was always pleasant and kind to me.

"His station in life was distinctly above mine and he fought his attraction he had towards me, is what he told me later. And I had done my best to keep from him, because I never thought he would lower himself and ask for my hand in marriage." She shifted uncomfortably and cleared her throat nervously twice before she continued. "Except one night at a ball at Netherfield Park we talked, we sought and found privacy. We were caught up in a whirl wind of passion and this is where you were conceived. He told me there and then he loved me and asked me to marry him. Of course I accepted; I was ecstatic with joy. I had never been so happy in my entire life and was looking forward to a life with him. When we parted, he promised me again he would come and call the following day to speak to your grandfather to get his consent to marry, but he never came. And I have never seen him again until we saw him in Brighton."

William was shocked by the information - she could see that much. He had let go of his stoic face and now she could see all his emotions play on his countenance. Disbelief, shock, resentment, and disbelief again.

He said, pain obvious in his voice. "Did father ...uhm...Mr. Lloyd know I was not his?"

She eyed her son anxiously. "Yes your father knew, from before we married. He had always known."

She could see he had great difficulty with her revelation, never had he acted like this. Anger made his voice harsh. "Does this Mr. Darcy know I am his son?"

Good god how had it come to this? She whispered, "No, he does not."

A knock on the door disturbed the conversation. "Enter" she called, collecting her poise as much as she was able to.

Mr. Blight their butler entered and spoke. "A Mr. Darcy is here to see you ma'am."

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