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Keeping it quiet:
"alright Wickham, you've got me here. What do you want this time?" The Colonel Fitzwilliam demanded as he sat across from Wickham in the pub. He was tired of Wickham's schemes, and even more tired of being placed in any of them, no matter the small roles he played in them.
"Come Colonel, have a drink, on you" Wickham grinned, he had already had a few drinks, putting them on the Colonel's tab before the Colonel had even showed up.
"None of your funny business Wickham. Just talk." The Colonel ordered, already growing angry. It had been a long ride from his estate to the pub, and as it was to meet Wickham, his mood was already soured.
It had only been a number of months before Wickham had summoned the Colonel again, and in those months, the Colonel had learned of the Wickham's being disowned. Since the Wickham's had been disowned, they had not showed their faces in any balls or other social gatherings, probably because no one dared to invite them.
"Well you see, ever since Darcy cast of Lydia and I, after taking our child from us, We have had quiet a bit of trouble getting our name out of the mud. My poor wife is suffering due to the lack of social engagement, and of course she should not be vexed, especially so soon after having given birth to our Daughter, Cecilia, it's such a shame no one has come to visit and see the child other then Captain Denny of course, we did name her after him sort of, Cecilia Dennece Wickham" Wickham explained, He was rather proud of his daughter, even though she was still an infant.
"Anyway, as I was saying, The Wickham name has been cast abroad due to such unfortunate circumstances. I, however, have decided a way to regain it. Unfortunately, some secrets will be let out, though I did wonder, how much is keeping your secret worth to you?" Wickham asked as he got back on topic.
The Colonel stared for a moment. What on earth was Wickham plotting now? The Colonel fisted his hands. "What are you playing at Wickham?" The Colonel demanded.
"Well if I told you, it'd be a ruined cause. How about this, you pay five thousand pounds to keep your secret, and not a penny more" Wickham smiled as he took a drink, acting as though he were doing the Colonel a favor.
"And I should truly hate for anyone... especially your wife... to find out" Wickham added with a raised eyebrow. "I'll let you think on it. If I do not have the five thousand pounds in two weeks time, I am afraid you will be apart of a rather messy situation" Wickham stated as he stood. "I must be getting back to Lydia and Captain Denny, they may begin to wonder where I've gone off too" Wickham said with a mischievous smirk, really only leaving now for a more dramatic exit.
With that, Wickham put on his hat, and left, leaving the Colonel to sit there, still not sure of what exactly just happened.
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"What are you writing George?" Lydia asked as she stood behind him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and slipping a hand down his shirt to rest it on his chest. It was not too late in the night, but it was late enough that they both ought to have been in bed at least.
Wickham had been working on something the entire day, only Lydia did not know what. He had shut himself in his study, and would only open it for meals. Now he had brought his work to the large bed chambers.
Wickham did not attempt to pry Lydia off of him as he might have used to do. Ever since he had been released from jail, he had only grown fonder of her. They were alike in many ways, but also opposites. They were both Selfish, and greedy, and only wanted what was best for themselves, as well as the fact they both thrived when given attention, and he had found that Lydia's knowledge in gossip would come in handy for what he planned.
Though perhaps he also did not mind her as much as he had before, because Lydia had found someone else to put her attention into after she had Cecilia. Lydia would no longer try and cling to Wickham every second of every day, talking about absolute nothingness, as she now preferred to spend her time with the baby, who she could talk to as much as she wanted and it would never complain.
Lydia had also found that she could not only say as she pleased to the infant, but she could also dance around with it in her arms, or make loud noises or anything else, without being considered annoying or foolish, but rather a good mother who enjoyed spending time with her baby.
The only problem with this, however, is that if the baby began to cry, Lydia would suddenly lose interest, and hand hand Cecilia off to the governess to deal with.
Mr. Wickham stopped writing and looked over at Lydia. "This, Lydia, will be our redemption"