So here is chapter 11! Yes, it is short.

Disclaimer: I do not own the movie, but the plot is mine, and so are my characters.

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"It was after you had left that I took a walk through the forest. I came across Mr. Wisely and had a short chat about the weather, and your journey to London. It was nothing to me until a few days later I heard through mama that he was ill.

Since I had just talked to him, I wanted to be kind enough to wish him well. The conversations we had carried on and on. I found myself smiling, and he asked me to come back since I had made his dreary day so much more uplifting." I nodded my head and watched her blush.

"After he was not ill, we took walks and talked for hours. I must admit it is not passionate love, but it is a companionate love that will keep me happy and comfortable," she looked at me with fear almost.

I was not sure of her love for him. I could not put it into my mind that she could marry someone without experiencing any overwhelming feelings of true happiness. "Cassie, do you truly love him?" I stressed the word truly.

"I realize I do not share the kind of love that you have made clear is the only type you'll accept. But I do not want to end up alone in my old age, and I am already getting older every day. You have someone too turn to, and yet you can not be happy for me," I felt an argument on the raise and I tried to speak softly.

"Your happiness is what I am questioning Cassie," and she stood up and walked to the window.

The sky was clear and moonlight shone through the glass. "You should not judge me Jane," she whispered and I had to strain my ears to understand. Was she upset? Her back was facing me and I did not want to move closer for fear of an argument. "I have found someone that will grow old with me, and support me."

"But is it love?" I said a bit too strongly and she turned with tears in her eyes.

"It is what it is, now leave the room. Please." I all wanted to do was find words to comfort her, and I had already managed to fail at that. I did not want to yell at her, but I wanted her to do the right thing. If Cassie's marriage to Mr. Wisely was going to truly be planned, I did not want Cassie to feel trapped.

Even as I stood there facing my sister, and my best friend, I could not say what I was thinking aloud. I could not show her truly what she was doing to herself, because it would be hurtful more then helpful. The whole situation was not what I had wanted to come home to deal with, and now it seems I had made it worse.

"Cassie, I do not want to return to London on a bad note," and she stood and stepped around me.

"Please Jane, Tom is missing you," and she eyed me and then left the room. I stood there and felt horrible. I was with the man I loved, and poor Cassie had lost her only love, only to now be in a situation of friendship with the man she was engaged to. Tears rolled down my face as I stood there. It was heart breaking to be helpless and watch my sister start her whole life with someone she did not love like she once had.

And I did nothing, because I was afraid to.

In the early morning I said my goodbyes to mama and papa and Cassie even though she did not respond. As I looked back from my carriage I saw my mother waving and my father smiling, and my sister staring at the ground.

When they were out of sight I sighed, and suddenly felt overheated and overwhelmed. I placed my head in my hands and sighed. I felt the tears but they did not fall. If Cassie was brave enough to put herself and her future life through this, I would be brave enough too.

If only I had left without a fight in my presence. And those words I thought made my tears fall.

No.

I knocked on the front of the carriage and told the driver to make a stop at the Mr. Wisely's residence. This was not going to happen without a word from him. I wanted to hear him say that he loved her, no matter what type of love that might be. I needed to be able to return to London with something.

As the carriage rode over bumps and holes, I stared out and felt powerful. Maybe it was the thoughts or what I was about to ask. I realized I had not been asked to call on his home, but it did not matter. My sister came before anything, and this was important to me.

The driver must have thought I was mad, and he watched as I left the carriage and knocked on the doors of the house. After a moment or two, Mr. Wisely himself answered the door. "Jane? What brings you here? I was just leaving myself," and he smiled. When I did not return his smile, his face fell. "Have you heard the news? Are you upset by it? I can assure you I will take very good care of your sister."

"Do you love her Mr. Wisely; do you absolutely mean what you have just told me?" I must appear mad; I thought and laughed at myself inside my head.

But Mr. Wisely did not laugh at me, in fact he took a big breathe and sighed. "Cassie is beautiful, and lovely, and kind, and smart. She would make anyone a perfect wife, and I am just glad that I had a chance to win her heart. Yes, I do love her Jane, I swear by it."

I believed him. Of all the things I could say about Mr. Wisely, honesty was at the top of the list. So I half smiled, and we walked down to my carriage in silence. "Allow me," and he opened the door. "Are you returning to London so soon?"

"Yes, sadly I am."

"Well I'm sure Cassie was happy for your visit," and I felt guilty as he said it.

"I do hope she was," and just as I was going to say goodbye, I thought of something. "Mr. Wisely, I have an odd question to ask, but have you ever had an Irish visitor stop by your home?"

"That is an odd question, but I believe the answer is no. May I ask what brought you to ask that question?

I looked at him and was very sure he wasn't lying, so I told him, "Awhile ago we had a woman come to our house, when Tom was staying there, and she claimed to know him. I thought it was Mr. Warren who had sent her. And after an encounter I had had with your mother, I had wondered if you had heard anything about the strange event."

He stared thoughtfully at the scenery behind us, and shook his head. "Are you suggesting that my mother had sent her?"

"I am simply trying to figure out who sent her, and I am not accusing you due to any other event that has taken place," and I crossed my fingers, hoping he would say that it was his mother and that I could return to London and tell Tom we had nothing to worry about.

Instead he shrugged his shoulders and looked at me sadly. "I am sorry Ms. Austen; I can offer you no help for this strange situation. If my mother had anything to do with it, I am truly embarrassed, but I have heard nothing from her. I wish I could help, and I will keep on the look out for information," and he smiled.

I walked to the carriage, and he opened the door and offered his hand. "Thank you for everything Mr. Wisely, truly. You are a kind soul, and I shall be excited to return for the wedding, whenever the date may be."

"We shall defiantly write to you beforehand," and we said our goodbyes. The carriage took off and headed back for London, and the mysterious visitor situation continued on.

My excuse for the long update is one you have probably heard before. So I am not going to say anything except I am sorry for the wait, but the story will be finished, trust me on that. I love this story too much to let it sit unfinished.

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