Chapter Nine.
The ostler let go of the harness with a yell, and the new team took up the strain, as the travelling coach pulled out of the stable yard at The Bell to cover the final stage of the journey to town. Darcy watched as Fitzwilliam stretched out his long legs and settled back into the seat. After assuring himself that his cousin was comfortable, he picked up his book and turned to the page he had been reading before they stopped at Bromley.
The previous day's disagreement over Darcy's advice to Bingley had been forgotten, and the two men had travelled in a companionable silence since leaving their Aunt and cousin on the steps of Rosings. In actuality, Darcy had been silent—spending his time either engrossed in his reading or contemplating all that had happened during his visit to Kent—while the Colonel stared out of the window, making occasional quips and observations on the sights and scenery as they passed.
Driving through Deptford, Fitzwilliam spotted a squad of red-coated Militia, resting by the side of the road at the edge of the town. He pointed them out to Darcy, who stared coldly at the uniformed men until they were out of sight.
In his mind, he had reviewed and replayed his conversation with Mr. Bennet since he left the library yesterday, but had found no cause to regret his decision to tell the man the truth. However, he knew there was something else he had to discuss with his cousin.
"Richard, do you remember that I mentioned seeing Wickham in Hertfordshire?"
"Lieutenant Wickham! Pah! I am sorry I do not have him under my command! By the time I finished with him he would flinch at even thinking the word 'Ramsgate'."
"I have it on good authority that since his arrival in that county, George Wickham has been spreading poisonous lies and slander about my refusal of the living at Kympton to anyone in the neighbourhood who would listen."
"He is a sorry wretch! But telling tales has always been his forte, even as a young boy. It is a pity that he is so damned believable! Look how he had your father well and truly hoodwinked. That man is totally without honour, and has been since before you went to Cambridge."
"I do not know what his specific allegations were, but in general terms it seems I am wholly responsible for the misfortunes of his life, his poverty—"
The Colonel spoke over the top of him, "… he goes through money like water, the dissipated scoundrel!"
"…and withholding advantages which were designed for him. Apparently, the people residing in the area consider me an unprincipled reprobate, based mainly on Wickham's description of my behaviour to him."
"Your behaviour to him?" Fitzwilliam was incredulous. "What about his behaviour to Georgiana?"
"Well, obviously, he would only tell his own fantastic version of his tale. It does seem you were right, Richard; I am sorry for doubting you. You suggested last year making his habits and situation known, but I was only interested in protecting Georgiana, which was selfish of me, and, under the circumstances, a little short-sighted. Had I allowed the circumstances to be known amongst our wider acquaintance, he may not have been able to peddle his lies and deceit for so long."
"No, Darcy. Protecting Georgiana was our main concern and always should be. His lies are always found out in the end; there is little point stewing over it. Put it out of your mind; he can hardly do any more damage now."
I would hope not! He has done more than enough damage to me already.
The two men sat in silence once more, lost in their own thoughts, until the coach crossed over Westminster Bridge. As they passed over the Thames, Darcy looked up from his book. "Will you be staying with me, or would you like me to drop you at your Mother's?"
"As much as I would prefer to stay with you, I fear that Mother is expecting me. She wrote to me in Kent specifically to say she was looking forward to seeing me again before my leave is up."
Darcy passed on instructions to his coachman, directing him to Lord Matlock's residence, and they soon stopped outside the large double fronted town house on Curzon Street, which was home to the Earl and his family when they were in town.
As the Colonel moved to collect his belongings, he stooped to pick something up from the floor of the coach. Holding the delicate pressed flower in between his finger and thumb, he asked Darcy if it belonged to Georgiana.
"Ah … yes, it probably does. I will put it safe in here," he said as he gently replaced the fragile bloom within the pages of his book.
Lady Matlock was chatting with her niece and Mrs Annesley when the two men entered the drawing room. Both ladies were overjoyed to see the visitors, and left them in no doubt of their welcome. Once the formalities had been exchanged, and Lady Matlock had assured herself that her younger son was well, she was eager to hear details of their stay at Rosings.
"And how was your visit this year, Darcy? Did Catherine create any difficulties?"
"No more than usual. I had a meeting with Mr. Banks regarding the stream which forms the boundary between the two properties, and I compared his statement to the old estate maps in the library. What Aunt Catherine really needs is a new steward; since Mr. Porter died, the problems are increasing. I will need to speak with my Uncle about filling the position."
"And how was poor little Anne?"
"Anne was well enough, under the circumstances. Do you remember my friend, Dr. Hall? He came to Kent for a few days, and I took the opportunity of asking him to investigate my cousin's illness. He seems to think that her condition is nutritive. By changing her diet, and encouraging her to exercise and build her strength, the condition can certainly be improved."
"That is wonderful news, Darcy. She needs to be stronger if she is to be a proper wife. And what did Catherine say?"
"Unfortunately, I do not believe she was receptive to either the diagnoses or the suggested treatment. I think, under the circumstances, that Uncle may need to intervene."
"Well, I cannot say her response surprises me; you know how stubborn she can be. Catherine would not willingly agree with anyone who tells her that she has been in the wrong all these years. Your uncle is at his club just now, but you can call to discuss it with him tomorrow. And was that the extent of your stay in Kent?"
"We met Aunt Catherine's parson and his new wife, although he had already introduced himself to me during my stay in Hertfordshire." Darcy watched his aunt as she barely contained her surprise at the man's audacity. "Other than that, it was an uneventful visit."
The Colonel, standing behind the settee, coughed theatrically.
Darcy turned to look at him, his brow raised. "I am sorry, Richard. Did you want to add something?"
His cousin smiled at him before replying. "Only that I would hardly call our visit uneventful. Have you forgotten your dramatic rescue of a damsel in distress?"
"It was hardly dramatic. I did not consider it to be something Aunt Eleanor would be interested in."
"I believe I should be the judge of what I would find interesting," his aunt said, smiling at Darcy.
Fitzwilliam appeared to take great pleasure in retelling the story of Miss Bennet's accident, including the details of their search across the park and her dramatic recovery. Darcy thought his cousin spent an excessive amount of time describing how he carried Miss Bennet in his arms back to the house. By the end of his tale, Darcy was standing, silently, staring out of the window onto the street below, as he attempted to repress the memories which crowded his consciousness. The last thing he needed now was to be reminded of Miss Bennet, particularly in the presence of his aunt and sister!
Georgiana took great delight in hearing her cousin's story. She laughed delicately as she compared her normally reticent brother in the role of one of the dashing knights she had recently read of in Mallory’s ‘Mort d’Arthur’; rescuing the fair maiden from the evil tyrant. She insisted on asking questions about the young lady who was injured, and was clearly disappointed when her brother refused to discuss the matter.
After assuring Georgiana that the young lady had been under the care of a doctor, and was recovering in Kent, Richard obviously felt he had done sufficient damage to his cousin's ego, and left the room to change out of his travelling clothes. Darcy, meanwhile, decided it was past the time for him to return to his own home. Georgiana and Mrs Annesley travelled with him, dismissing the landau back to the mews.
The carriage ride along South Audley Street passed quickly and they soon turned into Grosvenor Square, stopping in front of the Darcys town house. There was a flurry of activity as the coach pulled up, and the liveried servants attended to their master's return. As Darcy walked up the steps and into his own house, a weight lifted from his shoulders. It felt good to be home.
Kent had been a distraction—in more ways than one—but now he could relax and get on with the business in hand.
After seeing his sister and her companion settled in the drawing room, he passed into his study to catch up on the correspondence which had not considered urgent enough to forward to Kent. A meeting with his secretary cleared the most urgent business that needed his immediate decisions, which left a handful of documents remaining which he could leave until tomorrow.
Later in the afternoon, Darcy moved into the library—his favourite room when staying in London—and he was still there some time later, when Mr. Bingley was announced.
"Darcy! Where have you been? I expected you back from Kent last weekend."
"We were unavoidably detained."
"Did Miss Bennet and her father arrive safely? Is Miss Elizabeth feeling better?"
"How do you know of Miss Elizabeth's accident?"
"I was visiting the Gardiner's' house on Monday when Mr. Bennet arrived from Longbourn. I have never seen that gentleman so frustrated! He would have left for Hunsford after only a few minutes, had his brother not made him take some sustenance, while Miss Bennet packed her things. I did offer to accompany them to Kent, but Mr. Bennet preferred to travel alone." Bingley looked down and brushed an invisible speck from his trousers. "I must say, Darcy, I was exceedingly grateful for your note. I went straight 'round to Gracechurch Street as soon as I read it." He gave his friend a broad grin.
"That is wonderful Bingley; I am happy for you," Darcy replied. Even his friend noticed the impassive tone in his voice.
"I was rather surprised to hear from you actually. Your note was brief, but I assumed that as you took the trouble to provide me with Mr. and Mrs Gardiner's direction, you should have no objection to my renewing the acquaintance with Miss Bennet?"
"My opinions have nothing to do with it; you would do better to consult your own. If, on renewed acquaintance, you still find her as agreeable as when you were in Hertfordshire, you should make any decisions based on your own senses, rather than on mine or those of your sisters." Darcy clenched his jaw to stop the words he wanted to say. He was torn between righting the wrong that Miss Elizabeth had accused him of, and his lingering doubts about helping to join his best friend with such an unsuitable family. The fact that he had been wrong concerning Miss Bennet's feelings for his friend did nothing to alter the family's condition or that of their relations; although he grudgingly admitted that Mr. Bennet improved on better acquaintance. However, he had resolved to interfere no longer. His friend's happiness would, from now on, be in his own hands … and God help him!
"When I saw Miss Bennet again, it was as if we had never been apart. She looked up at me and her smile lit up her face. I am sure she has grown even lovelier since November."
Darcy groaned inwardly at his friend's words. These months away from Hertfordshire had obviously done nothing to dampen the feelings his friend had for Miss Bennet and, he had to admit, Bingley certainly did seem far happier than when he had left him only a few weeks earlier.
"I thought you should know that I am returning to Netherfield within a fortnight—earlier if I can manage it—and you will, of course, be welcome to visit at any time. It is the least I can do under the circumstances."
"I appreciate the invitation, Bingley. However, I am sorry to say that I have some estate business which I have neglected during my stay in Kent. I do not think I will be able to visit you in Hertfordshire any time soon." Darcy winced at the lie which tripped from his tongue so easily. Where were his morals, and hatred of deceit? Why had his normal habit for honesty deserted him? The truth was that he could not face returning to Hertfordshire and he was unwilling to explain the true reason why.
"But you will return for my wedding, will you not?" his friend asked, almost as an afterthought.
"You have asked her? … already?"
"Well, no … not yet. But I plan to, obviously, as soon as I return to Netherfield," Bingley replied; a sheepish grin on his face.
"Well, if Miss Bennet finds it in her heart to accept your offer, of course I will wish you both joy."
The two men shared an awkward silence, before Bingley enquired whether his friend would be free for dinner on Friday.
Darcy gratefully accepted the invitation for Friday evening, but politely declined his friend's offer to join him immediately in visiting the Hursts, where Caroline Bingley was currently staying.
When he was on his own once more, Darcy settled down in his favourite armchair to continue reading. Turning to the back of his book, he picked out the single bluebell he had so carefully pressed between its pages the week before. He knew he should throw the flower away, but he could not. As much as he tried to forget the token was there, he was continually drawn to it. When he was reading, he often stared at the same page for ten minutes, while thinking only of the bluebell. The flower had completely invaded his consciousness.
He ran his finger slowly down the stem and wondered idly what Miss Elizabeth Bennet was doing at that very moment.
The following morning found the Earl sat behind his large oak desk when Darcy and his younger son were ushered into his study. After a short conversation about the need to hire a new steward for Lady Catherine, Darcy brought up the subject of his cousin Anne. His uncle listened with interest as Darcy again explained the problem that Dr. Hall had identified. He then described Lady Catherine's negative reaction to the doctor's pronouncement and his serious doubts that Anne's health would actually improve whilst under her mother's care.
Lord Matlock absently straightened an ink pot which stood on his desk. "And what would you suggest?"
"I think you should bring Anne to town while you are here for the remainder of the season. Even a month away from her mother's company may result in a marked improvement."
"Catherine will most certainly object to that suggestion."
Richard, who sat in the corner of the room, browsing through a campaign history, looked up. "Bring them both to town."
The Earl stared incredulously at his son. "What? And have Catherine and your mother together in the same house? Are you mad? No, I will have to think of something to distract my sister with. She is not coming here."
Colonel Fitzwilliam shrugged his shoulders before asking, "So Anne will be staying with you?"
Lord Matlock thought for a moment. "No. She can stay at your house, Darcy. Anne and Georgiana are great friends, are they not? They would both benefit from the mutual company."
"I think she would be more comfortable staying here."
"Nonsense. It will be good for her to familiarise herself with your house, for when she becomes your wife."
Both men turned sharply to look behind them as Richard choked on his father's statement. Darcy was grateful for his cousin's reaction, as it gave him the time he needed to compose himself, before his uncle turned his attention back to him.
"I cannot remember ever expressing a desire to marry Anne," he replied coldly.
"But you have long been aware that it was the desire of your family that the two estates should be united through your marriage."
"No. I was aware of Aunt Catherine's desire that Rosings and Pemberley were to be joined. Neither Anne or I have any interest in marriage."
The Earl looked at his nephew with surprise. "And were you never told that it was also your Mother's dearest wish? In fact, it was more than her wish, it was her own suggestion."
Darcy was shocked and disconcerted by this revelation, and was momentarily lost for words. Standing, he moved across to the window and clasped his hands behind his back. After a few moments in contemplation he turned and asked, "My Mother wished for it? But why?"
"To increase the Darcy fortunes, of course. Until Georgiana was born, you were her only surviving child. Having lost her other children so young, she doted on you and would do anything to secure and improve your future. She also loved her young niece and could think of nothing better than the two of you together. I heard my sisters discuss their children's future together many times."
"But I do not love Anne in that way."
"Love? What has love to do with marriage? We are speaking of the joining of two fine estates. The income from the major holdings alone brings in over eight thousand pounds a year, and the house in town currently rents for, what?"
"I believe it is has been rented for seven hundred guineas this year," responded Darcy, without enthusiasm.
"Exactly! You need to provide an heir, Darcy, for the sake of Pemberley and Rosings. I know I have left you alone until now, but you will soon be twenty-eight. It is time for you to be married." His uncle gave him a look laced with commiseration as he added, "You will come to esteem your wife in time, I have no doubt. If not, you can always make other arrangements."
Darcy knew exactly what his uncle meant by other arrangements, but before he could make his opinions known on the subject, his uncle was speaking again.
"Of course, I had always assumed that Anne would be too ill to make you a proper wife, and I had resolved to disabuse Catherine of her notions. A sickly wife would do you no good at all. However, if you took the time to call your own physician to attend Anne, you must have some compassion for the girl. You have already told me that she needs to be removed from her Mother's influence. By marrying Anne as planned, you will be removing her from Rosings and giving her the care she needs to get well. It is the perfect solution. I see no reason for not announcing your engagement by the end of the season."
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Chapter Ten.
Elizabeth clung fiercely to Jane's pelisse as her elder sister whispered comforting words and stroked her hair gently. The coachman was under instruction from Mr. Bennet to keep the carriage as steady as possible, but she could not stifle a groan as an unseen pothole caused them to jerk violently. Her father looked on from the opposite seat, the worry etched on his face. Their journey from Rosings had seemed never-ending because of the frequent stops and the slow pace that Mr. Bennet had ordered to accommodate Elizabeth's growing discomfort.
"How much further is it, Papa?"
"I am not sure where we are, Jane. Let me see." Within the fog in her head, Elizabeth was vaguely aware of her father moving across to the window. "Ah. 'Tis not far now. We are passing St. Thomas's and should reach London Bridge very soon."
Jane leaned over her sister and spoke softly in her ear. "Hold on, Lizzy. We are nearly there."
Elizabeth found comfort in the sound of her sister's sweet voice, but she still felt overwhelmed by the pain and dizziness she was experiencing. Her skin was cold and clammy, the sweat plastering her hair to her face. The nausea was almost unbearable, but she had nothing left in her stomach to bring forth. Therefore, she lay, with her head cradled in her sister's lap, and prayed to reach her aunt's house as soon as possible.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably less than ten minutes, the carriage drew into the court where the Gardiner's house was situated. Once it came to a halt, her father left them quickly to seek aid from his sister. Elizabeth was vaguely aware of muffled sounds outside before she finally heard her aunt's troubled voice.
"Thomas Bennet! What possessed you to allow your daughter to travel in this condition?"
"She was not like this when we left Hunsford," her father replied, defensively. "She looked well and insisted that she felt no ill effects from her accident. All Elizabeth wanted was to leave Kent."
Elizabeth felt the carriage rock as her aunt entered and moved into the seat opposite. She touched Elizabeth's head with her soft hands, and stroked her brow. Mrs Gardiner murmured to her niece that all would be well, before turning back to the carriage door.
"And you were unable to withstand your daughter's demands? That is your biggest failing, brother. I appreciate that living with my sister and a house full of daughters has caused you to habitually take the path of least resistance, but in this case you needed to stand firm." Bristling with uncharacteristic agitation over her brother-in-law's idiotic decision, Mrs Gardiner called her staff to assist her niece from the carriage. After a few minutes of effort, Jane and Aunt Gardiner, with the help of two housemaids, finally managed to get Elizabeth upstairs to a bedchamber.
There was a flurry of activity as Elizabeth was stripped of her outer clothing and bundled into bed, and she gratefully felt the soft pillows cushion her throbbing head.
"How do you feel now, Lizzy?" Jane asked in a gentle voice, as she wiped her sister's brow with a cool, damp cloth.
"Mmm. We are no longer moving, are we?"
"No dear. You are lying in bed at our Aunt and Uncle's house. Father has sent for the physician; he should be here soon."
"Oh Jane! What have I done? Why do I feel so ill?"
"Shh, Lizzy. Do not worry about that. Rest now, until the doctor arrives."
Elizabeth attempted to rest, but the continued nausea and dizziness meant she could not settle into any kind of peaceful sleep. After tossing and turning, trying to find a comfortable position, she was almost grateful for the interruption when the door opened some time later, and her Aunt entered, followed by the doctor. An instinctive response caused Elizabeth to pull her bed cover up to her nose, where she peered cautiously out over it.
Dr. Hall walked to the side of Elizabeth's bed and placed his black bag on the nearby table. He observed her with a curious half-smile and wagged his finger, as he said seriously, "Miss Bennet. I do not believe you have been following my instructions. Do you not recall me telling you to allow your recovery to proceed without haste?"
She looked up at him and nodded very slowly. Dr. Hall let out a low chuckle, at which point she relaxed and lowered the bedclothes until they were just below her chin. He reached over the bed and felt her forehead with his hand. "I think Miss Elizabeth has learned her lesson the hard way, Mrs Gardiner. I expect her to be a model patient from now on. Who is your closest apothecary?"
"Mr. Peters on Birchin Lane."
Dr. Hall took out ink, pen, and paper from his bag and wrote a quick note, which he held out to Mrs Gardiner with the ink still wet. "Have someone take this around to him immediately. They must wait for the items I have requested and bring them back directly."
Once Mrs Gardiner had left to follow his instructions, Dr. Hall took the seat next to Elizabeth's bed. "Well, Miss Bennet. I think you will already understand that you are not as recovered as you thought you were." He picked up her wrist and felt for her pulse, which he timed using his pocket watch in the other hand. After a short wait, he appeared satisfied with the result as he gently placed her hand back on the bed, and replaced the watch in his waistcoat pocket.
Elizabeth observed the doctor as he removed a notebook from his bag and began to write. She remembered his visit to Rosings, and how charming and friendly he had been in her company. Dr. Hall looked slightly older than Mr. Bingley, perhaps closer to Mr. Darcy in age. His hazel eyes always seemed to be smiling—even when his mouth was relaxed—and they showed a depth that suggested great intelligence.
The doctor looked up from his writing and reached over to her. Tipping her chin up slightly, he pulled down her lower lid and examined her eye, before moving across to the other side and repeating the process. Returning to his book, he made further notes; the pen scratching on the paper was the only sound in the room.
As she watched him write, Elizabeth noticed the way his auburn curls framed his face, while the dove grey coat he wore suited his pale colouring perfectly. Her thoughts were cut short as the doctor lifted his head and caught her gaze, holding it for a few seconds before returning to his book with a brief frown. Elizabeth felt herself grow hot, and knew she was blushing. Had he known what she was thinking? Of course not, she chided herself. She looked away with embarrassment and studied the room in silence, before the doctor put his book down on the table.
"Why did you leave Kent so soon, Miss Bennet?" Dr. Hall enquired. "I instructed you to remain in bed for at least a week. If you followed my directions, you could not have risen from your bed any earlier than this morning. What caused you to undertake a carriage ride of eighteen miles, over poor roads, immediately after seven days bed rest?"
Elizabeth was ashamed that he was annoyed with her for leaving Kent. Her excuse, when it came, sounded weak even to her ears. "I … I did not wish to stay in Kent, sir. I felt uncomfortable at Rosings and wished to return to my own home, with my own family."
"Did Lady Catherine say anything to you that made you wish to leave?"
"No ... not particularly, although I sensed that she was not altogether happy with me residing in her house."
Dr. Hall sighed and rubbed at his eyes. "Lady Catherine de Bourgh can be formidable when she wishes to be. I am very glad that she is Darcy's aunt and not mine." He smiled at her again before adding, "Mr. Darcy will certainly be sorry to hear you are unwell again."
"Mr. Darcy is all kindness." Elizabeth replied evenly. "My friend, Mrs Collins, said that you were Mr. Darcy's own physician," she said, more for want of something to say than from any sincere interest.
"Yes, that is true. I am entrusted with the health of Darcy and his sister, but my friend rarely needs my help. He is hardly ever sick; in fact he is in the best of health."
"You give him such a glowing recommendation, sir. Would you have me buy him?"
Dr. Hall laughed. "I did make him sound like a prime bit of horse flesh, did I not? No, I do not imagine you would have to buy him, Miss Bennet."
Elizabeth thought he was going to say something else, but at that moment Mrs Gardiner returned with the medication. Mr. Bennet followed her to see how his daughter fared. That he felt remorse for exacerbating Elizabeth's condition was obvious, even as he gave her an encouraging smile.
Dr. Hall efficiently instructed Mrs Gardiner in the application of the tonic he had prescribed, and—in serious tones— advised his patient to remain in bed for a further two days; at which point he would call again and decide whether she was well enough to continue her journey to Hertfordshire. After taking his leave of Miss Bennet, Dr. Hall followed Mr. Bennet from the room. Once outside in the hallway Elizabeth could hear her father thanking the doctor for attending so promptly.
"I am happy to help, Mr. Bennet. It was fortunate that Mr. Darcy had the presence of mind to pass on my direction."
"Yes, that was rather fore-sighted of him, I thought," Mr Bennet replied, in a wry tone. "While we speak of that gentleman, I hope you will allow me to remunerate you for this service at least. Mr. Darcy steadfastly refused my offer in regard to your visit to Kent."
"Yes, I imagine he probably did. Darcy is a very generous man when it comes to those he considers his friends, Mr. Bennet."
The two men continued talking down the hall, but Elizabeth could hear no more of the conversation. Her aunt had already given her a dose of the medicine, and its soporific effect caused her eyes to grow heavy. She soon drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
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After seeing Dr. Hall to his carriage, and thanking him again for his prompt attendance, Mrs Gardiner returned to the house. She entered the parlour to speak to her brother and niece. "Dr. Hall has left, and Elizabeth is now resting comfortably."
"That is good news." Mr. Bennet replied with a sigh. "I feared for her during our journey."
"What news did your letter contain?"
Mr. Bennet looked down at the hurried missive from his wife, which had awaited his arrival at Gracechurch Street. "Apparently, I am needed urgently at home, although Mrs Bennet's explanation of the exact reason why was too ingenious to be understood. However, the fact that she was worried enough to write does suggest I should respond with some haste. I ought to leave as soon as I can. Jane? Will you stay here with Lizzy until she is well enough to travel?"
"Yes, Papa. Will you return for us?"
Mrs Gardiner interrupted them. "I do not think that is necessary, Jane. You can go home in our carriage when Lizzy is better and the doctor allows it. Either your uncle will escort you, if he can be spared, or I will send John along to accompany you." Mr. Bennet began to object, but she would hear no argument on the subject. Turning to her niece, she said, "Mr. Bingley called to visit us again after you left town. Such an amiable young man. He hopes to be back in Hertfordshire sometime during the next two weeks. Perhaps we will see him again before he leaves. What think you, Jane?" Jane was quite happy to stay in London for a few days to care for her sister, but no one in the room could doubt the main reason for her eagerness to remain in town.
While Jane went upstairs to attend her young cousins, Mrs Gardiner observed her brother. Although he had smiled at Jane's reaction to the mention of Mr. Bingley's name, his face was once again tired and drawn. "Does Elizabeth's illness still trouble you? The Doctor did not seem unduly worried."
"I would be lying if I said I was not concerned, but that is not my only problem. While in Kent I heard some disturbing news about a gentleman of our acquaintance. Perhaps you can favour me with your opinion on the matter?"
By the time Mr. Bennet had recounted his discussion with Mr. Darcy, she was stunned by what she heard. After considering it, they both agreed on the best course of action when he arrived back at Longbourn, and Mr. Bennet appeared grateful for her advice. Mrs Gardiner had been distressed to hear that the young Mr. Wickham, who had made himself so agreeable during her visit to Longbourn, should be such a man, and she was more convinced than ever that her favourite nieces should be protected from him.
Within the hour, Mr. Bennet's carriage pulled out into Gracechurch Street, to begin the twenty-four mile journey back to Longbourn. Once back in the house, Mrs Gardiner asked Jane whether Mr. Bingley might accept an invitation to dinner on Saturday, and both ladies spent a happy hour discussing an appropriate menu. If Jane noticed her aunt's occasional absent-mindedness, she made no mention of it.
A few hours later, one of the maids informed Mrs Gardiner that her niece had woken from her induced slumber, and she went to see whether the rest had improved her condition. She found Elizabeth sat up in bed, talking with her young cousin, who had celebrated his third birthday only a few weeks earlier.
"I am so sorry, Lizzy. Henry should be upstairs with Annie. I will take him away so you can rest."
"I do not mind him here." Elizabeth ruffled her young cousin's mop of blonde hair. "We were just talking about the new kittens that have made their home in the coach-house."
"Kittens indeed! And did he tell you that he brought one of those dirty, flea-ridden kittens into my house, and how it scratched the paint off door trying to get out of the nursery?"
Elizabeth giggled, while her young cousin turned an angelic look towards his mother. Mrs Gardiner was not fooled by his innocent expression, and she shooed him out of the room and back up the stairs. When she returned to her niece, she asked how Elizabeth was feeling.
"Oh Aunt, I have spent the last week where everyone has done nothing except ask how I feel. It is very tiresome."
"Now, Lizzy," her aunt remonstrated. "Had you allowed yourself to rest even just one more day, you may not have suffered as much as you did on the journey. You should not have begged your father to leave so soon. You know he can refuse you nothing." Mrs Gardiner had been frustrated by her brother's actions in allowing her niece to travel, but was also disappointed that Elizabeth had insisted on returning home so soon. "You do realise that unless you are recovered, you may not be able to travel to the Lakes with us in the summer?"
"Yes, Aunt," Elizabeth replied penitently.
Aunt Gardiner sat by the bed, and held Elizabeth's hand. "How did you enjoy your visit to Kent? Did the neighbourhood please you? Your letters suggested that Mrs Collins has a agreeably situated house and you obviously found many pleasant places to walk ... at least until your accident."
“Yes, there was a lovely open grove in the park, where I often walked before breakfast, or while waiting for Mr. and Mrs Collins to return from their visits. The path was sheltered, and the cherry and elder blossoms were beautiful."
"And Jane mentioned that Mr. Darcy was also in Kent." Elizabeth nodded. "Was he changed at all from the time you knew him in Hertfordshire?"
"Papa asked the same question. Mr. Darcy puzzles me exceedingly. Before my accident he seemed quite unchanged from the proud, arrogant gentleman I had met at Netherfield. When he visited the parsonage with his cousin, he was very reserved, and was not inclined to converse with us at all. However, his cousin Colonel Fitzwilliam made a comment which suggested that his behaviour was unusual. We spoke a little, on a variety of subjects, but I would not say that I know him any better than I did before."
"So he did not improve on acquaintance?" Her aunt asked thoughtfully.
Elizabeth paused for a moment before replying. "Well, he did arrange for Dr. Hall to call, and he sent flowers and his best wishes for my recovery. From what I heard earlier, it appears that he would not allow my father to reimburse him for the cost of the treatment. I suppose I am therefore greatly indebted to him for my care."
Recalling her conversation with Mr. Bennet, Mrs Gardiner considered privately that they were indebted for more than just his attention to her niece's medical care. "He shows a great kindness, Lizzy. Perhaps he is not as bad as you had heard?"
"I do not know, Aunt." Elizabeth sighed. "I hear such contradictory reports of him. The last clear memory I have before I woke at Rosings was being angry with Mr. Darcy. I found out, shortly before my accident, that he was definitely responsible for, and proud of, separating Mr. Bingley from Jane."
"Well, that should be no surprise to you, dear. You suspected as much when Mr. Bingley left Hertfordshire, did you not?"
"But when Jane arrived she explained that Mr. Bingley had credited his friend with assisting their reunion. The two statements are totally incompatible but both are from excellent sources, which cannot be doubted."
"Perhaps he has realised his error and strives to correct it?"
"Mr. Wickham told me that Mr. Darcy was well able to please himself when he chooses. I suppose he thinks nothing of ruining happiness with one hand, and bestowing it with the other if it suits his purpose."
Aunt Gardiner shook her head, concerned by her reliance on the word of a gentleman whose honour was now in doubt. "There could be many reasons for these different accounts, assuming both are correct. You are hardly being fair to Mr. Darcy."
"Mr. Darcy was completely unfair in his treatment of Mr. Wickham! I doubt I could ever forgive his actions in that gentleman's troubles, regardless of his apparent benevolence to Jane. I may feel an obligation to him, Aunt, but I do not have to like him."
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Chapter Eleven.
Charles Bingley stepped through the doors of Boodle's on Friday with the same cheerfulness and eternal optimism he had felt since his first visit to Gracechurch Street the previous weekend. Had it really been less than a week since he had first sat in Mr. Gardiner's study waiting for Miss Bennet to return from her walk?
He strolled through the entrance hall, past the servants, and into the morning room. Settling himself comfortably into one of the vacant leather armchairs near a window, he ordered himself a brandy and shook open his newspaper. However, as he was not a great reader, his mind inevitably wandered to other things.
Bingley had received a dinner invitation the previous afternoon from Mr. and Mrs Gardiner, which he had taken as an indication that their niece had finally returned from Kent. Last night had seen him acting like a cat on hot tiles; he could not settle to anything and could hardly sleep for thinking of Miss Bennet's return to town.
Mrs Gardiner had been surprised by his call to Gracechurch Street so early this morning, but she seemed to understand and appreciate his eagerness to accept their invitation for Saturday in person. His guess had been correct; both Bennet sisters were residing with their Aunt and Uncle for the near future, while Miss Elizabeth continued to recover from the illness she had suffered in Kent.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard someone call his name and looked up to see Colonel Fitzwilliam.
"Bingley! How have you been keeping?"
"Fine, Fitzwilliam, and yourself?"
"All the better for being back in town, dear boy. I can only take so much of my Aunt Catherine in one sitting." The Colonel flopped gracelessly into a nearby chair, and called the server with a nonchalant wave. After ordering a drink, he asked, "Have you seen Darcy since he returned home?"
"Yes, I called at his house on Wednesday afternoon. He looked a little tired."
"If you thought he was tired then, that will be nothing compared to how he will be feeling today. A man under the death-sentence would probably be more cheerful."
"Why? What reason does Darcy have to be unhappy?"
"He visited my father to discuss some family matters arising from our visit to Kent this year. Pater made a comment that, I think I can safely say, Darcy did not agree with. He stormed out of my parents house like the devil himself. I have never seen him so angry."
"It takes a lot to get Darcy ruffled. It must have been something serious."
Richard Fitzwilliam leaned closer to Bingley's chair, lowering his voice. "The Earl decided it was past time for my cousin to settle down and he even had the presumption to tell Darcy the name of his bride." The Colonel paused to take a sip of his drink. "His refusal to marry the lady of my father's choosing was, to say the least, unequivocal."
"No, I cannot imagine Darcy accepting that with very good grace. He was in an odd sort of mood on Wednesday as well. He looked a little down, to tell the truth, so I invited him to dine with me tonight. Do you think he will still want to come? Or might he prefer to drown his sorrows at home?"
"No, turning to drink is not Darcy's way." The Colonel paused a moment in thought. "It might do him good to get out of the house. What he really needs is a diversion."
"Would you care to join us tonight? If Darcy is distracted, we may both do better at the billiards table than is usual. It would give us a chance to even the score."
"That is an excellent idea, Bingley. I will be happy to. Will those sisters of yours be there?"
Bingley laughed. "Caroline has informed me that she is dining with friends this evening. Only Louisa and Hurst will be there tonight."
"Even better!" Fitzwilliam replied cheerfully.
Charles Bingley smiled as he thought about his upcoming evening. Darcy and his cousin were usually good company, especially together, when the two men often taunted each other mercilessly. It promised to be an enjoyable evening.
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Caroline Bingley travelled to her brother's home in the Hursts carriage, which arrived shortly before his other guests were expected. She had received intelligence from her sister during the afternoon that Louisa and her husband were dining with Charles that evening, and that Mr. Darcy was also expected. A brief moment was more than enough time for Caroline to decide to cancel her own plans and condescend to join them.
Knowing that her brother's friend would be in attendance, she had dressed with special care. Her low cut evening dress was a recent purchase, and she felt that the sea-green silk, trimmed with pearls, suited her complexion admirably. The sophistication of the new gown could hardly fail to attract the attention of Mr. Darcy, as she knew it was the colour to be seen in this month. Her modiste had told her so.
Charles appeared annoyed with her for arriving so unexpectedly, but she dismissed his feeble complaints with an imperious wave of her hand, and settled in to wait. She was not kept waiting long, as Colonel Fitzwilliam and Mr. Darcy arrived together less than ten minutes later. Both men seemed surprised when she welcomed them warmly, but in her own mind Caroline was more than capable of imagining how pleased they were with her company.
During dinner, she was happily ignorant of her brother's subtle — and not so subtle — attempts to curb her conversation, as she eagerly discussed whatever scandal or rumour came into her head. Caroline was disappointed that she had been placed so far away from Mr. Darcy, but she fully intended to still take part in any conversation which her brother's guests showed an interest in. Unfortunately for her, his visitors were currently discussing the vexing subject of Miss Eliza Bennet! From what Caroline could gather, she had somehow fallen or collapsed while walking in Kent, which had caused a serious bump on the head. Well, you could hardly expect any better from such a wild, unmannered girl, no matter how fine her eyes might be. She satisfied herself by thinking that this almost feral behaviour must put an end to any attraction that Mr. Darcy might have thought he felt.
When she later overheard her brother explaining that he had received an invitation to attend Mr and Mrs Gardiner's house for dinner on Saturday, she was mortified; for her sake as much as her brother's. Caroline raised her voice above the level of the general discourse to be heard at the head of the table. "Charles, whatever were you thinking of, accepting an invitation to Gracechurch Street? I am sure all our acquaintance will be deriding us behind our backs if you are seen visiting such an area." She was pleased to see that her words had attracted the attention of Mr. Darcy, who was now listening to her attentively.
"But Caroline, I have already been to see them three times last week, and I have heard no such comments," her brother replied with amusement.
"But really … Cheapside? You will not be content until you make the whole family a laughing-stock. I am sure that Mr. Darcy would not be seen dead near Cheapside, would you, Mr. Darcy?"
She waited to hear his thoughts, but instead her brother said, "How can the location or the status of the Gardiner family affect us? How many times do we have to discuss this, Caroline? You are quick to forget that Mr. Gardiner is in no worse a position than our own antecedents were, little over a generation ago. Our father reaped the benefits of the hard work and long hours which his own father put in to the family business." Charles picked up the dinner knife, which he had abandoned on the table and brandished it in front of him. "Knives; razors; blades. These are what pay for your fine dresses and feathers, Caroline. You, of all people, should not speak so slightingly of trade."
In the silence that followed, Caroline was humiliated to think that her own brother would abuse her so, and in front of Mr. Darcy and his cousin, of all people! "Charles, that was not what I meant," she responded, in a petulant tone.
"Well then, you will have to enlighten me as to what you did mean. Mr. and Mrs Gardiner live in an elegant house, which, to my eye, is as tastefully furnished as many I have seen in town, if slightly smaller than those of our acquaintance. That Mr. Gardiner resides next to his own warehouses is neither here nor there. He is a clever man, who has a vested interest in a number of business ventures. Just because his carriage does not boast a crest, it does not mean these people are not worth associating with."
"On the contrary," Colonel Fitzwilliam eagerly added, "many of the best families are in deep through gambling debts. Personally, I would rather have the money than the social standing any day. In the army, one gets to see many very capable young men, who are looked down upon because of their parents, or their class."
Caroline thought over her brother's words, which had clearly showed Charles's growing intimacy with the Bennet family. She sneered at her brother as she asked, "Surely, after all these months you are not still pining for Miss Bennet? I thought we had an understanding? While I agree that Jane Bennet is a lovely girl, she is just not a suitable match for our family. What about her mother, and those sisters?"
When her brother pointedly refused to answer her questions—or even so much as look in her direction—she turned in appeal to Mr. Darcy. "Surely, you would not wish to see your friend allied with such a family?"
"Your brother is beyond my sphere of influence, Miss Bingley. He is his own man, and is more than capable of making his own decisions in all matters," he replied solemnly.
Caroline realised then that if Mr. Darcy would no longer support her in separating her brother from the Bennets, it might be too late. However, she had not given up hope for her own happiness.
When the ladies retired upstairs to the drawing room after dinner, Caroline exhorted her brother not to tarry, as she had planned, with Louisa, to entertain them to a duet later. She was somewhat annoyed when Mr. Hurst returned alone. After informing the ladies that Bingley and his friends had moved into the billiard room, he settled himself comfortably and fell asleep. Louisa looked over at her husband—who had begun snoring loudly—and then at her sister, before rolling her eyes in contempt.
Caroline smiled to herself. No, she would not settle for a husband like Mr. Hurst. Only someone as refined and rich as Mr. Darcy was good enough for her.
Thinking of Mr. Darcy caused her to consider her position. How was she to impress him with her skills and accomplishments if Charles spent all evening in the billiard room? It was totally unacceptable! Perhaps her presence would encourage the gentlemen to return to their company after only one game.
Congratulating herself on her shrewd idea, Caroline excused herself from the Drawing Room and went in search of her brother and his guests. Walking down the stairs, she could hear the crack of ball on ball, the chink of decanter against glass and the drone of masculine voices. She soon recognised the voices of Mr. Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam.
Caroline stopped to consider what she could say to entice them back upstairs. Pulling her dress down so it showed a little more of her shoulders, she was about to enter the room when she heard their conversation through the partially closed door. As a young girl, Caroline's governess had tried to teach her, on numerous occasions, that young ladies did not listen at doors, particularly where a servant could come upon her at any time. However, at this moment her attention was completely focused on Mr. Darcy.
"Richard, why must you continue to bring up the subject of Miss Bennet's accident? Do you have to tell everybody?"
"I thought it would amuse Bingley. He had not heard the story before and, as you saw, he did find it rather humorous. Do you not think it strange that you were the last person to meet with Miss Bennet before her accident?"
"No. I explained it to you that night, if you recall."
"Yes; you said you argued with her, and then left her. I have often wondered how you happened to be alone with her, in the rain, out in the middle of Aunt Catherine's park."
Caroline moved closer to the door, wondering the same thing. Was there more to this accident than was generally known?
"It is none of your business," Mr. Darcy replied sharply.
"As a member of His Majesty's Army, I have a duty to protect this nation's citizens, including Miss Elizabeth Bennet. I would be rather disappointed if I found that her respectability had been in any way compromised."
Listening outside, Caroline found it hard to tell from the Colonel's tone of voice alone whether he was being serious or not.
"I can assure you, Richard, I have done nothing except think of Miss Elizabeth's respectability."
"Would it not be more accurate to say that you think of nothing except Miss Elizabeth?"
The silence, which followed the Colonel's comment, continued for more than a minute. Had Caroline not been standing outside the only door, she would have wondered whether the two men were still in the room. She held her breath, hoping for the denial that never came.
"Your reticence tells its own story, Darcy. If you had no interest in the girl, you would have said so immediately. I know I am not always the sharpest bayonet on the rifle, but give me some credit. I was in Kent as well, you know, and I can be observant when I choose. As pleasant as Mrs Collins is, I do not think you visited the parsonage so often for her company alone, and certainly not to speak to her toad of a husband. Whenever we were with Miss Bennet you were trying your best not to stare at her, but you failed miserably, and if that had not been enough to raise my suspicions, the look on your face when you carried her back to the house said it all, my friend."
"I will not dishonour the lady by discussing the matter."
"I know; you always were the honourable one. I have my own suspicions on the subject, but I will press you no further if you do not wish to talk about it. All I really want is your promise that I will receive an invitation to your wedding."
"There will be no wedding." Mr. Darcy replied harshly. Caroline could not stop herself from smiling at his forceful contradiction.
"If you still think her family is still unsuitable—"
"It matters not what I think of her family, Richard," Mr. Darcy interrupted sharply. Caroline had to wait through another long pause before he added, in a quiet voice, "she would not have me."
Caroline Bingley stood in the hall with her mouth agape. She could hardly comprehend what she had heard.
"I find that a little hard to believe, cousin. After all, you are quite a catch." Fitzwilliam softened his voice as he said, "you will never know unless you ask."
She waited impatiently through another strained silence before Mr. Darcy reluctantly continued. "No, Richard, you misunderstand. I did ask, that afternoon at the temple. Despite my reservations about her family and her connections, I offered her all that I have. I thought she was expecting my addresses, but I could not have been more wrong. According to Miss Bennet, I am the last man in the world she could ever marry. She made it very clear that she found my … suggestion ... offensive. Although her subsequent injury was unfortunate—and I swear to you, I know nothing about her accident—at least she has only lost the memory of our brief conversation, which, under the circumstances, is probably for the best. In that respect, she is more fortunate than I, who remember every painful detail."
Leaning back against the wooden panelling, Caroline was triumphant. Her smile stretched wide as she realised the implications of Mr. Darcy's confession. Eliza Bennet had refused such a man as Mr. Darcy! If she had not heard it from his own lips, she would never have believed it. What that stupid chit of a girl had done to encourage an offer of marriage from such a man as Mr. Darcy, she could not understand, but whatever action had provoked it made no difference now. That country nobody had thrown away the only chance she might ever have of improving in her fortunes, and she could not even remember doing so! What a foolish girl. I will not make the same error!
Footsteps at the top of the stairs alerted her, and Caroline moved swiftly into the now empty dining room to avoid being discovered. She relaxed as she heard her brother's voice as he returned to the billiard room, apologising to his friends for taking so long, but she was no longer interested in Charles's concerns.
Quickly, Caroline returned upstairs to the drawing room, where her sister was still sat with her somnolent husband. She was most eager to acquaint Louisa with her new-found knowledge of Eliza Bennet's grave mistake, and hardly paused to take a breath before she began a recitation of the conversation she had overheard.
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"Fitzwilliam was telling me you are having problems with your family. Something about an engagement to your cousin?"
Darcy sighed. "My Uncle cannot force me to marry Anne and there is nothing he can do which would induce me to carry out his wishes." He watched as Bingley sighted down the cue and, with a gentle tap, sunk the ball in the pocket. That was the second game in a row he had lost tonight. He had spent far too much time brooding over the earlier conversation with his cousin.
Richard, who had been watching their game from the side of the room, stood up to take his turn against Bingley. "I do believe my father is losing his senses. He has obviously forgotten that Darcy is not the young boy he remembers, but very much the Master of Pemberley, who can do whatever he damn well likes without anyone's approval. The idea must have occurred to him that moment and he just blurted it out without thinking the thing through. I was telling Darcy on the way over here; Mother was furious with the Earl after he left their house. Darcy always was her favourite nephew."
"You know very well I am her only nephew," Darcy responded with a brief smile.
"There you are then, you must be her favourite."
Darcy then turned the conversation back to Bingley's visit to Gracechurch Street that morning. As always, his friend was more than happy to describe how beautiful Miss Bennet looked, and how content he had been in her company. He also went on to explain that Netherfield was now ready for habitation again, and he told them of his plans for the estate once he returned to Hertfordshire. This, of course, depended largely on when Miss Bennet and her sister would be ready to return home. "I understand Miss Elizabeth's health is much improved since her illness returned on Thursday. She now only awaits Dr. Hall's permission before she can travel."
Darcy struggled with the almost painful urge to grab Bingley by his lapels and demand to know everything. Elizabeth has been ill, again? How? Why? He looked away, as he composed his countenance. Turning back, his own voice sounded strange to him as he casually asked, "She suffered a relapse of her condition?"
Bingley explained that, as Dr. Hall had visited the Gardiner's home on Thursday, he had assumed that Darcy was already aware of the situation.
"No, I was not aware of it; I have not seen Spencer Hall since Kent," he explained shortly. He looked towards his cousin, who returned Darcy's worried glance with a concerned frown of his own. Taking a deep breath to calm the annoyance building within him, he turned to his friend. "Thank you for reminding me, Bingley." He nodded thoughtfully. "I promised Spencer a dinner when he left Kent. I should send him an invitation."
"Yes, Darcy," Richard agreed, "I think you should."
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Chapter Twelve.
Although Elizabeth was once again confined to her bed, the restriction did not chafe as much as it had during her stay in Kent. Not only was Jane happy to spend hours in her company, speaking hopefully of Mr. Bingley's return to Netherfield, but she also received an endless stream of visitors in and out of her room all day long.
Mrs Gardiner often replied to her correspondence while sitting with Elizabeth. Marianne Gardener had a large acquaintance spread about the country; many of them old friends from the seminary they had attended in their youth. Elizabeth delighted in hearing the latest gossip from the Assembly Rooms in York and Lancaster, or the most recent goings on in the Upper Rooms at Bath. To each correspondent, Aunt Gardiner would diligently write the same news, which usually included brief details of her niece's accident, and her current convalescence at Gracechurch Street.
Seeing that her niece was looking slightly bored, she suggested, "Perhaps you should try to read, or even sew a little, now your eyes are no longer so unfocussed. What did you do to pass your time at Rosings?"
"I did nothing; which was hard for me, as you might appreciate. Charlotte visited when she was able, and Maria Lucas tried to entertain me as best as she could. I also received Miss de Bourgh."
"Lady Catherine's daughter? You did not mention that before, Lizzy. She did you a signal honour. How did you find her?"
"She was not at all as I expected. My first impressions of her were quite unfair; she is nothing like her mother."
"That can often be the case, dear. It is not always a good thing to base your suppositions of a person on your initial meetings with them," Aunt Gardiner suggested, "as people often do not do themselves justice."
"Anne has not been well for most of her life. She was actually one of the few people at Rosings who was pleased about my accident. Not in any mean spirited way," Elizabeth hastened to add, "but it did allow her to seek a second opinion of her own condition, while Dr. Hall was staying in Kent."
Elizabeth then explained that on her last day at Rosings, Anne had managed to stop by for a few moments to say goodbye. "She asked me if I would write to her when I returned to Hertfordshire, and I agreed."
"You should write to her now. It would give you something to do and you could let her know you will be staying in town for a few days. At least until the doctor allows you to travel. Dr. Hall promised to call today. If he feels you are sufficiently recovered, he may allow you out of bed. Surely, that will be agreeable, will it not? Then you can join us downstairs when Mr. Bingley comes for dinner this evening."
Elizabeth was expressing a fervent hope that she would not have to stay in bed any longer, when the two Gardiner daughters surprised them both by tumbling into the room in a flurry of white muslin.
"Mama! Mary stole my blue ribbon and won't give it back!" Frances shouted as she stormed through the door.
"Did not! This is my blue ribbon!" replied the younger Mary.
Elizabeth watched with surprise as the two girls had a literal 'tug of war' over the offending ribbon. Their mother waited quietly until the girls had calmed, before silently taking the ribbon away from them both and sending them up to their room with a disappointed sigh. Once they were gone, she smiled at her niece and said, "Well, there you have it, dear. You have now seen the girls at their worst."
"I have never seen them quarrel so before! They reminded me of Kitty and Lydia when they were younger. Frances and Mary have always been so well behaved."
"Ah, but they are getting older now. Frances is nine; she will be ten this year. When she was younger, she was very like you, Lizzy. She could not bear the ribbons in her hair. Now, she notices the elegantly dressed ladies when we go shopping; the ribbons and feathers; the silks and laces. She loves to dress up as a proper lady. In ten years time, she could even be married."
"She may well be, but I am sure I will not."
"Of course you will, dear," Mrs Gardiner replied, patting her hand to reassure her, "Once Jane is married, I am sure her Mr. Bingley will be able to introduce you to many eligible bachelors."
"Oh aunt, please! You sound just like Mama; do not tease me so." Mrs Gardiner laughed at the comparison, just as one of the housemaids announced Dr. Hall's arrival. After greeting the two ladies, the doctor set his bag down and began to examine Elizabeth as he had the previous Thursday.
"Have you been behaving yourself, Miss Elizabeth?"
"Yes," she replied meekly, "I have hardly moved at all since your last visit. I have felt no pain, dizziness, or sickness; in fact I feel as well as I did on the day I left Rosings."
"You should realise by now that feeling well is no guarantee of being fully recovered …"
As he spoke the door opened slowly, and the occupants turned to see the Gardiner's third child, Michael, who crept in to stand by his mother. "Michael," she whispered, "back upstairs please."
"But Mama! I want to see Mr. Doctor too. My tummy hurts."
Dr. Hall laughed good-naturedly at Michael's loud 'whisper', and turned to address the five-year-old boy. "Well, Master Gardiner, where does it hurt?"
Michael pointed solemnly to the exact middle of his small belly with his finger as he asked, "Are you really a doctor?"
"Yes, sir, I am." He said, placing his hand on the indicated spot on Michael's stomach, and making a show of examining the boy. He smiled when he heard, and felt, a loud rumble.
"And how do you learn to be a doctor?"
"By going to school and University and by studying hard." Dr. Hall looked at the boy, and pronounced him well, but in need of a little food. Michael accepted the doctor's diagnosis and his mother suggested that he should go down to see the cook, who had been baking cakes that morning.
"Which University did you attend?" Elizabeth asked with genuine interest.
"I was at Cambridge. In fact it was there that I met Mr. Darcy and we became friends. His home is not far from my own in Chesterfield."
"Ah yes," Mrs Gardiner replied, "The church with a crooked spire."
"That is correct; Our Lady & All Saints. Do you know the area well?"
"I do. In earlier years I attended an occasional assembly at Chesterfield, when I lived in Lambton."
"Lambton? Yes, I remember. It is not far from Pemberley; a delightful location."
Elizabeth was pleased to hear such complements for a place so close to her aunt's heart. However, she was even happier when the doctor told her what she truly wanted to hear.
"Well, Miss Bennet, it appears that you have recovered from your unpleasant journey last Thursday. I think I can allow you to get out of bed and join your family downstairs, but you need to allow a further few days rest before you consider leaving Town. When I call again on Monday, if you are still feeling well, then you should be able to travel home ... slowly."
"Thank you, sir. I promise I will do as I am told."
"I am glad to hear it. I will return on Monday then."
"I look forward to it, sir," she replied quietly.
Elizabeth was so relieved to be able to get out of bed, that by the time Mrs Gardiner was escorting Dr. Hall to his curricle, she was already standing at her chamber window, watching as he manoeuvred his horses out of the yard.
Everyone in the household thought Mr. Bingley's visit that evening to be a most convivial affair. The children met him again before they were sent upstairs, and he greeted them all in his usual amiable manner. Mary and Frances curtsied prettily, and he complimented them in such a way as to make them giggle and blush. He also showed a great interest in Michael's new wooden soldiers, and commiserated with Henry when he proudly displayed a deep scratch he had received when playing with one of the lively kittens. Henry was mightily impressed with their visitor, and dearly wanted to speak more with him, even asking him whether he would like one of his new kittens for his own house; an offer which he kindly, but politely, declined.
Mr. Bingley then told Elizabeth how relieved he was to see that she was recovered from her accident. He spent time enquiring about her memory loss, and her feelings about staying at Rosings, which she answered honestly. At first, she was surprised by his easy manner in their Aunt and Uncle's company, until she recalled that he had already visited their home on a couple of occasions the week before. His conversation with Mr. Gardiner over the various business opportunities in Sheffield and London was lively at times, and showed Mr. Bingley to be more involved in his own business in Sheffield than Elizabeth had ever guessed.
However, regardless of his conversations with the others around the table, his eyes most often drifted back to Jane, and her opinions were sought on every topic. It was clear to both Elizabeth and her aunt and uncle that the couple were evenly matched in all things, and they doubted it would be much longer before he made his intentions known.
At the end of the meal, before Mr. Bingley left, he arranged to visit again the following morning after church. He also offered to escort the sisters back to Hertfordshire as soon as the doctor had pronounced Elizabeth well enough to travel. His business in town was complete, and Netherfield was again ready for occupation, so he assured Mr and Mrs Gardiner that it would be no inconvenience to him whatsoever.
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"My compliments to your cook." Spencer Hall pushed his chair out slightly, and stretched his long legs further under the table. Georgiana and Mrs Annesley had dined with them before moving into the drawing room, allowing the two friends time to talk.
"I thought you would like it." Darcy selected a toothpick from his case. "You always did enjoy a decent meal."
"I was always in dire need of one. My father could hardly be called a connoisseur of fine food. He was at sea from such a young age that he never developed a more sophisticated palate."
"And how is the Captain these days?"
"For his age, he is doing remarkably well. It is a pity I cannot say the same about you. What on earth have you been doing to yourself?"
Darcy sighed. "There is nothing wrong with me, Spencer. I am fine."
"Pardon me, but you are not fine; you look exhausted. As soon as I walked through the door I noticed it. I thought that was why you had invited me here tonight, but that is obviously not the case."
"It is nothing, truly. I have had a little trouble sleeping recently, but I am not ill."
Spencer Hall snorted. "I will be the judge of that, my friend. Is there something that worries you?"
"No, of course not. Everything is in hand."
"What of your family? Are you concerned for Georgiana?"
Darcy looked sharply up at his friend. "No; should I be?"
"I did notice she was particularly quiet at dinner, and she seemed troubled." Spencer paused to savour his port. "She watches you a great deal, you know. Would you like me to ask her if anything is wrong?"
"No! I … no, that will not be necessary."
"In that case you must already know what worries her."
"I … well; I have not spent as much time with her as I normally would. During the day I have been busy, and in the morning I am waking later, so I have not come down to breakfast for a few days."
"And what time do you go to sleep?"
"Ah … I know not," Darcy admitted.
"Well, even you must acknowledge that you need your sleep. Can I prescribe something for you?"
"Thank you, Spencer, but no." Casting his thoughts around desperately for a new topic, he asked the question he had been trying to introduce into the conversation all evening. "Bingley mentioned on Friday evening that you have been to Gracechurch Street. I understand Miss Elizabeth Bennet has been unwell again."
His friend's surprise was obvious. "Have you not see Miss Bennet for yourself since she came back to town?"
"No. Why would I?"
"I thought … well, I know that Bingley was going to dinner on Saturday." Spencer Hall looked down at the table and fidgeted with his napkin. "As you called me into Kent primarily for her benefit, even though she was not a family member, I just
assumed…"
Darcy stood abruptly, and moved to the fireplace, where he laid his arm across the mantle and stared into the blaze. After a few moments of silence he admitted, "There is nothing between Miss Elizabeth Bennet and myself."
"Well, if that is the case, your concern for her welfare does you credit. She was greatly distressed by her journey from Kent—you know how bad the roads are down there—but her recovery was swift. I did ask whether she had been compelled to leave Rosings by your Aunt—forgive me, Darcy, but you know what she is like as well as anyone—but she insisted that she was only impatient to be returned to her family."
Darcy could feel his friend's eyes on his back, but he did not turn. "And is she now well enough to return to Hertfordshire?"
"Yes. I do not expect her to have any further problems now, but I have advised her to stay in town for two more days before I allow her to return home."
Darcy had other questions he wanted to ask, but as he had already told his friend he had no right to ask them, he held his silence. After a short pause, Spencer Hall suggested they return to the ladies, and they moved into the drawing room to listen to Georgiana play the latest piano piece she had been practising. He felt very tired and almost dropped to sleep at one point, before Dr. Hall finally made his excuses to leave.
Once they had left the room, the doctor turned to him. "I know you said you did not want anything, but I would not call myself a friend or your Doctor if I did not try to help." He passed over a note, which had instructions to be taken to the nearest chemist.
"When did you—?"
"You were asleep for almost half an hour while your sister entertained me. Did you not notice?" Darcy shook his head, mutely. "That potion will help you to sleep. If you need me, you know where to find me." Patting his old friend on the shoulder, he made his way downstairs to the hall, where Darcy could hear him wishing his butler a cheerful 'good evening'.
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When Dr. Hall visited Gracechurch Street on Monday, he was happy to give Elizabeth permission to travel to Longbourn, as long as she journeyed home steadily, with regular stops. Later that afternoon, when Mr. Bingley arrived to visit Jane, it was agreed by all that they would set off early on Tuesday, when they would make two lengthy stops at Barnet and Hatfield to ensure that she was not overwhelmed by the travelling.
The following morning an impressive black coach, pulled by six dappled greys, clattered noisily into the Gardiner's yard. Michael and Henry ran out of the house to inspect the carriage, which was larger and much grander than their own. The horses, in particular, fascinated Michael; being well matched in both size and colour. The coachman, dressed in a smart dark-green livery, asked for the luggage that was to be loaded, and the family's servants assisted them in their endeavours. When Mr. Bingley arrived a short time later, riding his favourite black gelding, Mr. Gardiner expressed an admiration for the equipage.
"I would like to claim it as my own," Mr. Bingley offered, "but this coach belongs to my good friend, Mr. Darcy. He likes to ensure his sister is comfortable when travelling to and from Derbyshire." He turned and spoke directly to Elizabeth as he added, "I called to see him yesterday and mentioned that I was escorting you both home; he insisted on lending this for the journey. He felt you would weather the trip better in his carriage, which has excellent springs to make the ride more comfortable for you." Bingley patted the neck of the nearest horse. "He would have joined us on the journey, but he had some business with his solicitor which could not be delayed."
Elizabeth could feel nothing but relief at that news, and commented to her aunt that she was uncommonly grateful to the solicitor for keeping Mr. Darcy too busy to join his friend.
"Now, Lizzy, be careful," her aunt admonished gently. "You should not judge Mr. Darcy so harshly. It would be a shame if you can not appreciate the commendable behaviour of one gentleman through the veil of prejudice cast by another."
When the coach was ready to depart, Mrs Gardiner embraced both nieces and Mr. Gardiner reminded Elizabeth of their planned trip to the lakes in June.
Climbing into the carriage, Elizabeth could not help but marvel at the quality of the fitments, and the deep emerald velvet of the comfortable seats. So this is what it was like to travel in the height of luxury? Miss Darcy was lucky indeed; it was little wonder she was so proud.
Leaving London, they passed through Islington, and out into the countryside, where Elizabeth watched the labourers toil in the fields. She focussed her attention on the passing scenery, because watching from the window eased the slight queasiness she felt. It had the added benefit of allowing Mr. Bingley as much time to converse with her sister unobserved as she could manage. From what she dared to overhear, Jane's admiration for their companion had not diminished in the slightest. Elizabeth just hoped that he could so easily sense her sister's feelings.
Passing through Highgate, Elizabeth felt a thrill of satisfaction as she observed people pausing to watch their progress through the town. Jane and Mr. Bingley asked whether she needed to stop for a rest, but she assured them that she was feeling well.
The remainder of the journey was uneventful. Although her companions were concerned that Elizabeth was looking a little pale by the time they reached Barnet, the longer stopover allowed her time to recuperate for the second stage of the journey. Barely an hour later, Bingley and Jane coaxed her from the comfort of the coach to refresh herself at the Eight Bells at Hatfield.
As they left the Inn, and Elizabeth resumed her place by the window for the final nine miles of the journey, she relaxed against the luxurious cushions, running her fingers lightly over the elaborate trim.
Only by spending time in the Darcy coach did Elizabeth truly begin to appreciate the owner's kindness in allowing them the use of it.
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