So reviews can be discouraging, I'm finding out. But most of them are often encouraging. I'm reading all of them as you know, and a lot of you have amazing ideas on how to make this story better! I'm taking them all into account. So keep them coming.

As for our Miss Caroline Bingley, there is a lot of back story on her character that we don't know yet. There is a reason for why she is the way she is.

And as for our Lizzy. I realize she is not the headstrong Lizzy she was in the book, but she will get there. She's about 19-20 now, same age as in the books, and she already has way more life experiences then Lizzy in the book had at that age. So her insecurities and follies become necessary to look at and examine. And that gives her new friends an opportunity to help her get back on track.

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Chapter 6

Elizabeth was ready to go back to London. Though she knew the atmosphere was nothing compared to the country charms of Hertfordshire, she missed her home. She hadn't been there in two long months. And even this took her by surprise, because not too long ago, she deemed London too tiresome.

Sophia, who was currently playing in a pile of linens, was being closely monitored by Mary, while William, in all his seriousness, was looking through one of his grandfather's books. It was as if he understood every word.

Oh how he looked so much like his father.

Elizabeth considered it divine intervention that she had twins her first time. While not completely unheard of, she knew of the rates of surviving such a trial.

"Country stock," her mother had said, and Elizabeth was starting to believe her right!

Though with the excitement of two new babies in the house, who would've known that after only seven months such tragedy would occur.

Elizabeth knew, she hadn't been the best of mothers recently, and she was determined to change that. Sure she had been there for them every day of their young lives, but was she really there? Physically, yes. Mentally, maybe. Emotionally? No.

Though the decision to hire a nurse maid was hard made, Louisa had soundly convinced her last night at Netherfield, after supper, that it was a necessary evil.

Elizabeth guessed part of the reason she hadn't hired one yet was because of William. They had little use for one when he was around, except for when they went out, and even then, his favorite housekeeper, who was more of a second mother to him, always had time for them.

Another reason? Elizabeth found it very hard to trust anyone in the ton. Though she had a great many friends, or people who called her their friend. To her they were mere acquaintances, she knew how easy it was to fall into the spell of society, and tried to keep her wits about her.

William had told her right before her first introduction, "Trust only your family, and even then, trust no one."

Elizabeth was a mere girl of nineteen, when her beloved passed, and had yet to experience the pitfalls of the ton. And she preferred it that way. And yet, the pitfalls seemed so minor to everything that had happened in her young life.

Elizabeth sat down beside her young son. "What are you reading, my dear boy?" He held up his book, his forehead wrinkled in a look of confusion that caused Elizabeth to chuckle softly. To her sister Mary, that was as good as gold. Elizabeth rarely laughed these days.

"That is a book." She looked at the title. "That is Shakespeare. Your Papa reads Shakespeare?" He looked at her and smiled, then reached for the book again. Seeing he could do no harm, she handed it to him again and took her place on a nearby chair, watching her children.

She worried about William. While Sophia was as active, and alert, and more social. William was quiet, and more content to just sit and observe.

It wasn't that that worried Elizabeth. It was that he rarely talked, and made no hint of soon starting. She couldn't help but compare him to his younger sibling, for that was the only control she had to compare him to.

Elizabeth had been a naive young girl when she had gotten married, and now three years later, she was no less naive, but more worldly experienced. No amount of training or teachings can prepare you for a child. Let alone two.

So maybe Mrs. Hurst was right. There was room for help, and she could use it. While her family provided her children with the love and attention they so deserved, the governess would help teach her children the values and manners that needed to be installed in them to be a part of such a family, and society.

Elizabeth was tired of letting herself down.

But most importantly, she was tired of letting her children down.

Mrs. Hurst was attending to Jane. It was only a day after their chat last morning, but she felt as if they were fast becoming friends. Mrs. Hurst had spent so long in her younger sisters shadows, that conversations with Jane and the Duchess, were so refreshing, and improving her spirits greatly!

No longer would she just agree with everything her sister said. She was fast becoming her own person, and in that, was earning the respect of her brother, Jane, The Duchess, Mr. Darcy, and more importantly her husband.

Something had to be done about Caroline's attitude, she knew it now. But right now her main concern was the Duchess. Elizabeth was a strange character, more so then say one Mr. Darcy.

Louisa never understood love, much less a love lost, so Elizabeth's predicament was a new one to her. Ladies in the ton did not marry for love, they married for status, and titles.

Imagine her surprise when she found out Elizabeth was the exact opposite! She wasn't the fortune hunter Caroline made her out to be. From what she found out from Jane was that she had been a young bride, who never really understood her place in society, or the Ton. At times she would just go with the flow of things.

Being friendly came easily to Elizabeth, her manners were proficient, and lacking nowhere. It was easy to see how so many people came to respect her.

But from what she could tell from Jane was that it was entirely one sided.

According to Jane, Elizabeth spent a whole year trying to learn to manage the house, plan on a child, and be introduced into society as a newly titled person. She had been overwhelmed and leaned on her husband a lot of the time.

Louisa had understood, she still had trouble managing her household. It would probably be easier if she were ever there.

But Elizabeth's homes were greater, and much more detail oriented.

She had to plan social gatherings, to which she knew nothing about at the time. And at times, Jane had said, she just froze up.

Completely understandable. Completely changeable.

It left her wondering, if that was how Elizabeth was feeling now, and if so. Who did she have to lean on.

Mr. Bingley was worried about Jane. Of course his Angel was well, but that did not stop himself from overreacting. Bingley was a consummate actor. Darcy was amused at this, and he enjoyed making sport of his suffering.

After being on the receiving end of many of Bingley's jokes the last few years, it was refreshing to be on the opposite end now.

But all things considering, the reason for Darcy's good spirits was on its way to Netherfield right now.

A most welcome addition to their little party there.