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Chapter 6
Elizabeth watched in concern as her two youngest sisters entered the house, packages in hand that testified to their recent shopping: their giggles and laughter filling the air. Elizabeth turned to her mother who was bestowing approving smiles on her two youngest. "Mother!" she said and could not keep the shock out of her voice. "Did you really allow your sixteen and fourteen year old daughters to go to the market without supervision?"
Her mother waved a disparaging hand. "They only went to buy a few things, Lizzy. I'm sure there's no reason for you to be upset." Elizabeth's eyes narrowed. "Are you not aware that the militia is still in town?" she asked. "Young maidens should not be in a place where they can interact with grown men. Girls as pretty as my sisters will surely attract attention from such men as are in a militia."
"And what men are those, Lizzy, that you should be so concerned for your sisters' safety?" her mother asked. "Are they not sworn to defend the safety of the public, after all?" her mother simpered. Elizabeth felt sick to her stomach. Lydia smirked at her. "Why should you and Jane be allowed to enjoy the admiration of men, but Kitty and I, not?"
"Any admiration your older sisters enjoy is part of a process that may lead to marriage," Elizabeth said, firmly, realizing she was being forced into a role her mother should be performing. "Any introductions and interactions between young women and men must be in a controlled and formal setting." Lydia shook her head. "You're just annoyed that we can attract admirers as easily as you and Jane… and officers, too!" she finished with a note of triumph in her voice that put Elizabeth on sudden alert. Pretending to be drawn into the girls' flirtatious mood, she smiled at them. "Handsome officers, I hope."
"Very handsome," the girls said together with a new spate of giggles. Elizabeth smiled while her mother beamed at her sisters. "Let me guess," Elizabeth said. "Tall, handsome, with blond hair and beard?"
"Aren't they all?" smirked Lydia as she and Kitty fell into each other's arms, laughing and giggling until tears flowed from their eyes. Elizabeth watched them in silence, wondering how far to pursue her questioning. If it was indeed Wickham who was seeking a way to intrude himself into the Bennet household, it would not do to let her silly sisters see her concern and perhaps end up alerting him. He might then change his approach to one she would not be aware of. And so, she said no more, but vowed to keep an ever more alert eye on them, particularly Lydia, who seemed to be the leader between the two, although the younger.
Despite her concerns for Bingley's sisters' attempts to thwart the growing closeness between Jane and Bingley, Bingley had already spoken to Mr. Bennet and indicated his intention to wed Jane. Mr. Bennet counseled that they wait on any announcement until Bingley was restored to full health and living apart from the Bennet's residence. The two had reluctantly agreed, although Lizzy could see the logic and sense in her father's words. No suggestion of scandal should interfere with future happiness.
Meanwhile, Elizabeth accepted the attentions Mr. Darcy showered on her: which included games of chess (which she almost always won although lately he did manage a few drawn games suggesting he was improving from their competition), hours at the piano forte, her sultry alto matching his deep bass as they sang duets of the Italian masters), discussions of Shakespeare (curiously they both most enjoyed Othello with the evil Iago as the main villain, although they also spent many hours discussing the hidden meanings in The Tempest).
Despite their wooing, Lizzy resolved to continue her own daily routines. So early mornings, before the household was aroused, she still could be found her atop; the hills of Meryton. As usual she had brought her throwing knives and practiced her daily one hundred throws. But now, in a mood of caution, she did not throw all four of her knives before walking over to gather them from the targets she had painted on various tree trunks. She now kept one in reserve, just in case she should be surprised by an intruder on her solitude. She thought about Lydia and Kitty's excursions to the market and the encounters they hinted at with men of the militia. 'Did Wickham truly know of the Bennet's connection to Darcy?' she asked herself. 'Had he learned that Bingley was healing in a nearby estate? Had he worked out it was theirs? Would he attempt to renew his murderous attempts to harm Darcy?' She resolved to follow and observe just who it was her sisters were interacting with from the militia… and to be on the alert every moment.