I do not own Divergent. Credit goes to Veronica Roth.
I do not own Pride and Prejudice. Credit goes to Jane Austen.

Beatrice didn't want to stay indoors. True to what she had told Susan, she did come to love the woods here around Rosings. They were lovely and vast indeed and always kept her intrigued.

While walking about the parkway someone had called out her name. Beatrice turned to see Colonel Uriah walking a few steps away.

"Colonel Uriah," she curtsied as he bowed.

"Pleasure to see you out this afternoon Miss Beatrice," Uriah made his way to her. "I had stopped by earlier and the Alan's attendant said that they went out."

"Yes," Beatrice answered. "They had gone to visit the Bennett family and had taken Lynn with them."

"I see. Well, I was taking a walk through the garden there as I do every year when I visit. Shall we take the walk together," Uriah offered extending his hand as Beatrice smiled and nodded.

"Lovely country," Beatrice started.

"It is," Uriah agreed. "You should come and visit Dauntless when you have a chance," he stated. "If you like nature here then you'll love the scenery at Dauntless."

"Dauntless you say," Beatrice smiled as mischief started to form in her mind. "I rather think that Mr. Eaton might not welcome me."

"Well if that were the case, Miss Marlene would see to it that he did," Uriah laughed. "There is nothing that girl wants that Eaton does not give her."

"What sort of girl is Miss Marlene Eaton, if I may ask?"

"She is very gentle and amusing. And probably as you've heard from Lady Evelyn, quite the accomplished pianist and upcoming artist. She sings and plays practically all day," Uriah smiled. "She can tend to be a bit spoiled by Eaton, but what younger sister is not?"

Beatrice and Uriah shared a smile and continued walking.

"She is at Dauntless then?"

"No," Uriah answered. "Well at the moment she is in Erudite town. Eaton and I were to go and see her after this visit with Lady Evelyn. Miss Marlene does not take too kindly to coming to Rosings Park." They both laughed.

"My sister is currently in Erudite town," Beatrice supplied. "Perhaps you could be so kind as to drop by and see her. You and Mr. Eaton. She is staying with our Aunt, yet has told me that not too many of our acquaintance has visit." Especially Caraline Pedrad, thought Beatrice.

"I will see what Eaton has planned, but I think it could be arranged."

"Do you know Mr. Ezekiel Pedrad well," asked Beatrice.

"Not well, but I have met him. He is a gentlemanly fellow, close friend of Eaton's and was lately saved from an imprudent marriage," Uriah scoffed. Beatrice paused at the last description.

"Imprudent marriage, sir?"

"Yes," answered the Colonel. "Eaton tells me that he put a great deal of work into saving Mr. Pedrad from that course."

Beatrice felt sick to her stomach. This whole time she had believed it to be Caraline Pedrad keeping her brother away from Shauna. Not only was it Caraline, but it was also Mr. Eaton. The man who she had been dining with now these past couple weeks had been the cause of ruining her sister's happiness.

"Did he say why he was to save Mr. Pedrad," asked Beatrice.

"Apparently they're were strong objections to the lady." Colonel Uriah answered honestly for he did not know that the lady he was speaking of was Miss Shauna Prior, Beatrice's sister.

"What kind of objections," Beatrice questioned softly, feeling dizzy as tears threatened her eyes. "Was it her lack of fortune," Beatrice heard her voice crack and knew that she had to get out of there soon.

"No, I believe the family was unsuitable and he wagered indifference on the young lady's part," Uriah stated.

"So he separated them," Beatrice concluded.

"Yes. That is all I know." Uriah glanced over at Beatrice. "Miss Beatrice, you are unwell?"

Beatrice's face had paled and her eyes were puffy and red. Her sister's heartbreak was made real to her in that moment and it was all done by Mr. Eaton!

"I think I've walked too far today," she told Colonel Uriah.

"Well then," he offered up his arm. "Let me escort you back to the Alan's home."

Beatrice smiled and took his arm as he led her away from the gardens. She had arrived home the same time as Susan, Mr. Alan, and Lynn. Lynn had a smile on her face and was about to tease Beatrice for being in close contact with Colonel Uriah until she had noticed that Beatrice did not look well at all.

Colonel Uriah helped her get situated in the parlor until he bid her farewell. There was another dinner to be had at Lady Evelyn's that evening. He had originally come to invite Mr. Alan and his wife. But seeing that Miss Beatrice was not well, he said he would inform Lady Evelyn.

"Nonsense," Beatrice stated. "Mr. Alan and Susan you should go." Beatrice urged them to leave, because she wanted a moment alone in peace and quiet to dwell on her thoughts.

"That we should my dear. Lady Evelyn would be displeased with us should we not attend," continued Mr. Alan.

"I can stay behind," Susan offered. "Or Lynn can keep you company?"

"No," Beatrice shook her head. "I merely will be resting. There is no need."

Susan nodded and departed with Mr. Alan and Lynn to accompany Colonel Uriah to Lady Evelyn's for dinner that evening. Beatrice could not help but enter into her room that was made for her and fly a book across to the other wall.

If she could tell Mr. Eaton off, she would. The nerve of that man, ripping away Mr. Pedrad from Shauna. Mr. Eaton thought her family unsuitable. What did that even mean? If she could see the man right now, she would going to question his actions. There was no doubt about it.

It must have been an hour or so as Beatrice sat there when a knock came at the front door. She was not prepared to receive guests, but as a Susan's friend, she allowed the maid to open the door.

She stood up in the parlor waiting for the maid to bring in the guest and also ready to dismiss them saying that Susan and Mr. Alan had gone to dinner with Lady Evelyn.

"Mr. Tobias Eaton is here to see you, Miss Beatrice."

She nodded to the maid as the maid curtsied and left.

"Forgive me on intruding on your privacy. I hope that you are not too unwell to receive me," Tobias told her.

"No I am not," Beatrice replied as she went to sit down. Now that he had come into the room, she had no idea what to say to him. "Will you sit down, Mr. Eaton?"

Tobias glanced at the chair and then walked to the other side of the room. He glanced back at Beatrice. His heart had never beat in his chest at this pace before. He never doubted himself. He was always confident. Yet in this moment, there she sat. The one creature that had plagued him.

Tobias turned to the wall, took in a deep breath, and then turned back to her.

"Miss Beatrice, in vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. Almost from the earliest moments of our acquaintance, I have come to feel for you a passionate admiration and regard, which despite all my struggles, has overcome every rational objection and I beg you, most fervently, to relieve my suffering."

"I do not understand," Beatrice replied.

"I have come to let you know how ardently I admire and love you," Tobias answered.