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Ten years later

'Mr Bennet!', cried Mrs Bennet as she entered her husband's study 'Do you remember Mr Dashwood of Netherfield?'. Mr Bennet peered at his wife from behind the day's paper. Noting the gleam in his wife's eyes he knew she had some news to speak of and would not rest till the whole household had heard it a dozen times over.

'Indeed I do. A fine gentleman, he was. Pity he passed away a year ago, sooner than anyone would have expected.'

'Yes, yes, a pity', she began,'Not to mention a grand place like Netherfield should not remain vacant. Such a waste!'

'I assume you have news regarding the property?'

'His godson Mr Bingley did it!'

'Did what, my dear?'

'Oh Mr Bennet! How could you be so infuriating? He has leased Netherfield!', said Mrs Bennet excitedly.

Mr Bennet chuckled.

'By your excitement I assume he is still unmarried.'

'Yes! What a fine thing for our girls.'

Mr Bennet raised an eyebrow.

'How so?'

'Why, he visited us years ago, and he could have hardly forgotten Jane's beauty.'

'Or your rudeness.'

'Mr Bennet! I most certainly wasn't rude. I merely left them alone for a few minutes!'

'I believe we have had this conversation before.'

'I don't see how you could believe my actions wrong! I merely left them alone for a few minutes!'

'And you don't see how embarrassed our girls were! You leaving children in the parlor without a chaperon is quite unforgivable! Anyhow, I hope Mr Bingley has forgotten all about it, for our Jane could hardly keep her composure before him if he hadn't.'

'Mr Bingley is sure to have forgotten, for he is most agreeable indeed. Mr Darcy might remember, but who cares for him?'

Mr Bennet smiled to himself. From what he had heard of Mr Darcy, he would be perfect for Lizzy. If only they liked each other...

'Mr Bennet! We must call on them.'

'No! They will meet at assemblies and balls, and we must not appear desperate, surely.', said Mr Bennet, attempting to talk his way out of the visit.

'Of course! You are right Mr Bennet!', said his wife, too excited to care about a thing.

And with that, she left the room.

Meanwhile, our Mr Darcy was having a tough time with his mother. They sat together in Pemberley's library, for both mother and son loved the company of books.

'Mother! You made me go to Netherfield once! Not again, please.'

'You must go, my dear boy. At least to offer your condolence for Mr Bingley's loss.'

'I can have nothing to say that would comfort him, and besides I wrote to him as soon as I heard of it.'

'Sometimes just being there is enough.'

'But I am not a comforting presence.'

'I shall go even if you don't son, and Georgiana wouldn't dream of staying away.'

'You wouldn't go without me!'

'Charles Bingley would want his friends around. You are aware his sister Louisa married Mr Hurst?'

'Indeed I am.' He remembered Mr Hurst, a tradesman. An agreeable enough fellow, a man of few words who seemed to possess the ability to doze off at random points.

'Then you must also be aware that the only relation he now has is his younger sister Caroline?'

'Yes...'

'From when I last saw her three years ago, I should be very surprised if she cared at all about anything other than herself.'

Mrs Darcy looked at her son, daring him to worm his way out of the visit.

'Mother! Its been a year and I know Bingley has quite recovered from the shock. You just want me to find a pretty wife.'

'Not a pretty one, my son, a good one.'

William knew he couldn't win this debate.

'All right, I'll go on one condition.'

'And that is?'

'This is the last time you ask me to go to Netherfield.'

'All right then, you had better write to Bingley, and I shall get Georgiana.'

William sighed. He hoped a certain little girl was much like she had been ten years ago, or the visit might turn out to be dreadful indeed.