Chapter Twenty-five.

Richard Fitzwilliam smiled as the large black door swung slowly inwards in response to his smart rap on the lion-headed doorknocker. "Is your Lord and Master taking visitors this morning, Jessop?"

Darcy's stoical butler addressed him impassively. "Mr. Darcy is expecting you, sir. He is in the library. Do you wish to be announced?"

"No need for that. I will see myself up." Leaving his hat and cane with Mr. Jessop, Colonel Fitzwilliam bounded up the stairs enthusiastically and walked briskly along the corridor until he reached his destination. After a brief knock, he opened the door, poking his head in to look around, only to find what appeared to be an empty room. "Darcy?"

"Here, Richard!" his cousin called, emerging from behind a bookcase in the corner, a book in each hand. "I thought I might see you today. Georgiana mentioned yesterday morning that you were expected back from Brighton."

"Yes, and what a den of iniquity it was too!" he exclaimed ruefully. Dropping down into an upholstered chair, he rubbed at his face irritably. "I had to deal with more drunk on duty's and insubordination charges in the last few weeks than I would normally deal with in a year in town. And that was only from the regulars. I do not even want to think about the Militia units. If Napoleon wanted to invade Kent right now, he would find it easy pickings indeed. The Innkeepers, gamblers and light-skirts are keeping the rank and file—and even some of the officers—far too well occupied to worry about protecting the coast from invasion."

"Oh, and of course, you were the model of propriety," Darcy said dryly as he placed the books on his desk, his eyebrows raised sceptically.

Richard made a concerted effort to look offended. "Compared to some, yes! I was the very soul of virtue! I attended no more than a handful of card parties and assemblies at the Old Ship; my opportunities for entertainment have definitely been wanting. There was very little of interest going on. They only held three races on the downs during the whole of my stay. I even kept a weather eye open for Wickham, but I saw nothing of him."

Darcy's expression darkened. "No, you would not have seen him, because he is not there." His cousin let out a slow breath, his countenance bleak. "Wickham is currently absent without leave from the Derbyshire Militia."

"Really? I know not why I should be so surprised. It is no more than I would have expected from him. When did he manage to slither away?"

"Just before the regiment were due to leave Hertfordshire for Brighton at the end of May. At least he had the decency to clear out before Bingley's wedding. Mr. Bennet took great pleasure in telling me of his flight."

"Mr. Bennet? What interest does he have in Wickham?"

Darcy looked uncomfortable. "While we were at Rosings I spoke to Mr. Bennet. I warned him about Wickham, and what he was capable of."

Richard was surprised by the admission. "You told Mr. Bennet about Ramsgate?"

"No, not that," his cousin was quick to clarify. "But I did explain the sort of trouble the man could cause if not checked. With the knowledge, Mr. Bennet was able to curtail Wickham's opportunities in Meryton, and he made the tradesmen of the town aware of his dishonourable financial habits." Darcy sat back in his chair with a satisfied expression. "In the face of a local populace who were now aware of his proclivity for less than gentlemanly behaviour, and his mounting debts of honour, Mr. Bennet believes Wickham left before the regiment were forced into taking action against him for disrepute."

"Good! It is no more than he deserved. Wickham has been getting away with it for far too long. And I suppose improving Mr. Bennet's opinion of you could not hurt either." Richard grinned.

Darcy seemed irritated by his insinuation. "I will have you know that, regardless of my own feelings, I have found Mr. Bennet to be one of the most interesting gentlemen of my acquaintance, and certainly more amiable and shrewd than I originally gave him credit for."

"Yes, I remember a time when you did not much care for the Bennet family," he teased. "In fact, I believe you called them ... what was it? Ah yes, I remember! A nightmare, you said. I assume they must have improved a little to earn your good opinion." Richard watched as his cousin's brow furrowed. He could almost see the beginnings of a small thundercloud forming over his head. "There is no use you getting angry with me, Darcy. I am only repeating your own words."

After a moment, Darcy let out a sharp, cynical snort. "You are correct, of course. I can only blame my previous poor opinion of them on my own ignorance. While some members of the family do not necessarily improve on acquaintance, their behaviour can, at least, be better understood after spending time in their company. I also found Mrs Bennet's brother—Mr. Gardiner—to be a very gentlemanlike man, and Georgiana warmed to Mrs Gardiner immediately. I have never seen her so comfortable with people she had not previously been acquainted with. Perhaps I was a little hasty with my initial observations."

"Good. So the wedding went well, I take it. Were you able to spend any time with Miss Bennet?"

He watched as his cousin's expression softened; a smile spread over his face as he recalled their meeting. "Yes, Georgiana and I both spent time in Miss Bennet's company. Georgiana found her most delightful and Miss Bennet seemed pleased to make her acquaintance."

Richard watched as Darcy toyed absently with the penknife on his desk, lost in thought. "So your opinion of Miss Bennet has not changed." It was a statement rather than a question. He waited for some sort of response from his cousin, but Darcy's attention appeared to be elsewhere. Richard was just about to speak again when his cousin released a heavy sigh and silently shook his head. "In that case, what are you doing in town? Why are you not back in Hertfordshire? I am sure Bingley and his charming wife would be happy to receive you whenever you ask."

"I had intended it that way myself, but I cannot. Bingley has taken his new wife to visit his relatives near Scarborough. They will be away until the end of August. I received a letter from him only yesterday."

"And how is married life treating him?"

"He appears to be deliriously happy. He is planning a shooting party in September and has asked me if I would like to attend."

"That sounds like excellent news. Visiting Netherfield would give you the perfect opportunity to spend more time with Miss Bennet." Richard looked again at his cousin. Darcy did not appear as enthusiastic about it as he would expect. "Is there some problem?"

"September may be a little too late. Bingley's letter contained further news. The Bennet family have recently welcomed a visitor into their home; a cousin from whom they had previously been estranged. He is to live with them permanently, inheriting the estate after Mr. Bennet's death."

"But I thought that Collins fellow was to inherit Longbourn; you know ... Lady Catherine's parson?"

"It would appear that his position within the family has been usurped. I find myself in an unusual position of having some sympathy with his situation. Bingley insists in his letter that I will want to meet Cousin Bennet; that he is an excellent fellow, and very good company."

Richard watched as Darcy began to stab dejectedly at a wad of paper with his penknife. There was obviously more to this than met the eye. "And?"

"And Bingley also felt it necessary to add that Mrs Bennet has expressed a hope that this cousin will marry one of her daughters," he replied bitterly. He stopped what he was doing and looked down at the shredded remains of the paper for a moment before slowly returning the knife to its accustomed place on the desk.

"It does not necessarily follow that your Miss Bennet will be the chosen sacrifice."

Darcy shrugged his shoulders. "No, but as the eldest unmarried daughter she would be the most likely, do you not think? Besides, she is far and away the most beautiful," he said, turning in his seat to stare out of the library window.

Richard smiled to himself. Darcy had unusually allowed his comment about Miss Bennet being 'his' to pass unchallenged. Either he was simply not giving the conversation his full attention or he had already resigned himself to his inevitable fate. "And, of course, you are not biased in your opinion at all."

"Do you not think so?" Darcy turned back briefly, his expression showing his puzzlement. He obviously could not see her as anything other than beautiful.

"I will grant you, Miss Bennet is exceedingly pretty, but, apart from Mrs Bingley, I have not had the pleasure of meeting her remaining sisters. I will have to bow to your superior knowledge."

"Believe me, the man would be either blind or a fool not to want her, especially with Mrs Bennet championing the match."

Richard felt a growing annoyance with his attitude. "If you think that, why are you not knocking on their door asking Mr. Bennet's permission to court his daughter? You consider him a friend, do you not? Do you believe he would refuse you? Or is it her own opinion which concerns you the most?"

For a moment, his cousin made no reply. Finally, he said, "She remembers nothing of my professed feelings for her, and I know that she considers me as no more than the brother of her friend. What would you have me do? Arrive at Longbourn and proclaim my feelings when she does not even believe me to possess any?" He laughed bitterly. "I did that once before, if you remember, without success. Perhaps, had I been able to go to Netherfield during the summer as I had intended, I could, over time, have gradually changed her opinion of me, but every circumstance seems to be against me." Darcy's slender fingers curled slowly into a fist; the only outward sign of his frustration.

Richard sighed. Darcy had spent most of his adult life inuring himself to the manoeuvrings and politics of London society. From his earliest times, he had always given every appearance of being supremely confident in his surroundings. His carefully nurtured façade of indifference kept enemies, friends and even some family members at arms length. Richard modestly considered that he was one of the few people—that he was aware of—who were able to catch a glimpse of the real Fitzwilliam Darcy.

He had always suspected that it would take someone rather different from the norm to winnow through the cracks in those defences and reach through into his heart. He had seen subtle changes in his cousin's behaviour ever since the spring and he was sure that Miss Bennet was both the cause and the reason for those changes.

His own reasoning behind pushing Darcy during their fateful conversation at Bingley's, months earlier, had been to see how far he was prepared to follow his feelings. In truth, Darcy had already taken far more drastic action in this matter than he had ever anticipated. When his cousin had finally confessed the nature of his behaviour in Kent, the Colonel had been genuinely surprised; both by the fact that he had admitted the failed proposal, and by the depth of his feelings for Miss Bennet. He had suspected his cousin's attraction to her at Rosings, but he had never guessed that the lady had also captured his heart to such a great extent. Since that time, Richard had gladly assumed the role of confidante; a role he was more than happy to play if it helped his favourite cousin to find the happiness he deserved.

A noise from the street below shook Richard from his reverie. "If your renewed acquaintance with Miss Bennet is meant to be, then I am confident that you will find a way. It is not in your nature to give up something you desire without a fight." He paused momentarily, as the reason for his visit came abruptly to mind. "Ah, Darcy, before I forget. Mother has asked me to remind you of the party at Rempstone House next week. She wants to know whether you were able to accept the invitation. I believe there is someone she would like to introduce to you."

His cousin sighed again; this time the sound suggested more a feeling of exasperation rather than unrequited love. "I love my aunt dearly, but she persists in holding onto this idea that she has to find me a wife. All the women she introduces to me are insipid debutantes with little wit, and no opinions of their own."

"Unlike another lady I will refrain from mentioning again," Richard teased. "I would imagine they pale in comparison, do they not, Darcy?"

Darcy walked away from the window, and into the middle of the room. "Damn it, Richard! You know they do. They have neither sense nor intelligence enough to compare." His pacing around the room clearly showed his frustration. "Take the one she introduced just two nights ago," he complained. "I do not recall her name, but her father owned property near Droitwich. She was an only child, and had been brought to town to find a husband. The Countess thought I would make an excellent candidate, and the girl's own mother could not help but agree."

"But...?"

"She was a tiny little thing! Even shorter than Anne ... and she laughed like a horse."

"Heard many horses laugh, have you?" Richard asked, earning him a sharp look from his cousin.

"I certainly heard one that night. Before that, it was the daughter of Sir John Packington of Stourport. While I found Sir John had some fascinating ideas on increasing crop yields, the girl herself was almost too scared to open her mouth. The last thing anyone would want is a wife who jumps in fright whenever you speak to her." At this, Darcy sank into the chair opposite and supported his head in his hands. "And these are your mother's idea of a good match! Why does she torment me so?"

Richard sympathised with his cousin's predicament. "She feels responsible for you and only wishes to see you happily settled. You are fortunate—at least she is making an effort for you. She seems to have given up on me completely. It could be worse; she still has Anne in reserve if necessary. I think she holds out some small hope of changing your mind about our cousin."

Darcy looked up at him, his expression softening to one of concern. "How is Anne?"

"She is much improved, as you would know if you called at Matlock House more often. Georgiana visits her almost every day. They have even started walking in the park together. When I returned from Brighton, I saw a great improvement straight away. I understand Dr. Hall is also very pleased with her progress."

"I think he sees it as a matter of pride to prove his point against Lady Catherine."

Richard laughed. "If he does not, it will not be due to any lack of effort on his part. He comes to check on her at least once every week; in fact, Mother mentioned only last night that she sees Dr. Hall far more often than she sees you! She is quite delighted with him, and is considering engaging him for her own consultations."

"Perhaps if I could spend an evening in my Aunt's company without hearing about the charms of some young lady or other, I might be inclined to spend more time there."

Richard laughed, but paused in his reply when the clock began to strike the hour. "Is that the time? I must be off! I am supposed to be meeting a friend at White's." He jumped out of his chair. "And talking of my Mother, do not forget that you are both expected at Curzon Street for dinner this evening."

"Thank you. I had not forgotten," Darcy remarked with a wry smile.

"Good. In that case, I will see you later, cousin."

Richard dashed out of the house, and mounted his horse. Less than ten minutes after leaving one member of the Darcy family, Colonel Fitzwilliam encountered the other. He was riding down South Audley Street, towards Piccadilly, when he saw his cousins, Georgiana and Anne, heading towards the Matlock townhouse in Georgiana's landau. Mrs Annesley and Dr. Hall accompanied them. He waved to attract their attention and the carriage slowed to a stop.

"Where have you all been?" he asked jovially as he reined in to halt at their side.

"We were walking in Hyde Park," Anne explained. "But Georgiana's foot became sore, so we must return home."

"A sore foot, eh? Well, you could not have timed it more perfectly, with the good doctor in attendance." He smiled at his youngest cousin before turning his attention towards Dr. Hall. "Hello, Hall, it is good to see you again. I am just come from Darcy's. I was telling him that I only have to look at Anne to see how much improved she is, so your treatment must be working!"

"It certainly is, Fitzwilliam. Miss de Bourgh has improved a great deal since coming to town," he replied, giving his patient an encouraging smile. "I find that I have a great ally in Lady Matlock."

"Oh, yes. There is nothing more formidable than my Mother, when she has an objective in her sights. I mentioned once to my C.O. that we should have a whole Battalion of Mothers. They would be a perfect weapon to put the wind up the French." Lowering his voice slightly, he added, "She certainly scares me often enough." He smiled, casting his gaze briefly around the carriage. Dr. Hall was nodding in appreciation of his jest, while Anne tried to hide an approving smile. However, Georgiana's attention was directed towards another part of the carriage, which suggested that her thoughts were elsewhere. He would have to remember to ask Darcy about that later. "Ah well, I must leave you. I have an appointment to keep."

After bidding the party farewell, the Colonel continued on to St James's Street to spend a number of hours with an old acquaintance. Although Richard greatly enjoyed the jokes and banter with his friend, when it came time to dress for dinner, he knew better than to be late when he was staying at his mother's.

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Dinner had progressed very much as planned that evening, with the exception that Dr. Hall had been invited to join them. Having been away in Brighton, Richard was surprised by the ease in which his parents had accepted the Doctor's regular visits to their house since Anne's arrival.

He had been particularly curious to watch his young cousin's behaviour at the table. For most of the meal, Georgiana did not show any particular regard for Dr. Hall. In fact, when she did enter into any conversation it was mainly with her brother. However, Richard had been sat directly across from her, and by the time the ladies were retreating to the drawing room he had seen enough to be concerned.

The gentlemen took their after dinner drinks and spoke at length about politics, sport and livestock, and Richard had been pleased to see Darcy at least acting more like his old self. However, once Lord Matlock had excused himself to return to his wife, Richard took the opportunity to delay Darcy and Dr. Hall at the table a moment longer. "You must have worked wonders on Georgiana's foot this afternoon. She seemed to have no problems walking on it this evening."

Spencer Hall explained that it was more the trivial nature of the injury that had caused Miss Darcy to heal so quickly. "Sometimes a twisted ankle can be quite painful when it first occurs—especially for young ladies. As long as it is not a serious sprain, the pain and swelling soon subside."

Darcy then turned to his friend. "I can definitely see a real improvement in Anne. She seems to have put on a little weight, which suits her quite well, and her eyes are not so dull, while her face seems livelier than I have ever known it."

"Do not let my mother hear you say that, Darcy. You never know what ideas might take root." Richard then turned his attention back to the doctor. "My young cousins seem quite comfortable in your presence. I understand you have been checking on Anne regularly. Is Georgiana here every time you call?"

The doctor shook his head. "Not on every occasion."

"And has she complained of any other illness while she is with Anne?"

"Not at all," the Doctor replied warily. He frowned as he turned to his friend. "If I was in any doubt about Miss Darcy's health I would have informed you immediately; you know that, Darcy."

"Of course you would. I have no doubts about that."

Fitzwilliam noticed his cousin's confused glance in his direction, but he was stopped from voicing his next question when a footman, bringing a note for Dr. Hall, interrupted their conversation.

Grimacing at the message on the paper, he looked back to his companions. "I am sorry, gentlemen, but it seems that I will have to leave you. Something has occurred which demands my attention."

"We quite understand, Spencer," Darcy replied, before wishing his friend farewell.

After the doctor had left the room, Darcy looked across at his cousin with a concerned stare. "Is there something troubling you, Richard?"

"Me? What makes you say that?"

"You appeared distracted during dinner, and you were certainly asking some odd questions of Spencer a moment ago."

Richard was undecided whether to speak of his thoughts and observations or not. He did not wish to create any bad feeling between two friends, but he also felt responsible for making his cousin aware of his suspicions. "What do you think of Dr. Hall?"

Darcy looked slightly taken aback by the question, but answered easily enough. "He is the best of men. I have known him for many years and I trust his judgement implicitly."

Pouring himself another brandy, the Colonel took a leisurely drink before asking his next question. "And how would you like him as a brother?"

"Brother? Richard, what on earth are you talking about?"

"I would have thought that was obvious," he replied testily. "Do you think he would make an acceptable suitor for Georgiana?"

Darcy's brow furrowed for a moment. When he spoke, it was to ask a question rather than answer one. "What makes you ask?"

"When I left you earlier, and I met up with Georgiana, Anne and Dr. Hall on their way back from the park, they were taking the carriage back because of the injury to your sister's foot."

"Yes," Darcy interrupted. "But it does seem better now. I noticed no problem while she was walking into dinner."

"Neither did I. However, I also noticed the way she looked at your friend while they were sat in the carriage, and again this evening at the table. It is not obvious, unless you are particularly looking for it, but I believe your sister may be showing a preference for the good doctor."

"That is ridiculous! She is not yet out, and she has known Spencer since she was a child."

"She knew Wickham when she was just a child, and you know what happened there," Fitzwilliam pointed out. Seeing that the mention of Wickham and Georgiana in the same sentence had offended his cousin, he held up his hands in placation. "I thought it was something you should be aware of. She is not a young girl anymore."

Dropping heavily into his chair, Darcy sighed. "I am slowly beginning to realise that."

"You did not answer my earlier question. If Georgiana has developed feelings for the good Doctor, how would you deal with the situation?"

"To be honest, at the moment I could not say. Your suggestions have taken me by surprise; I will have to think on the matter carefully."

"Yes, perhaps you should," Richard replied soberly.

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Chapter twenty-six.

Nathan Bennet was understandably eager to meet his grandmother and her family. His impatience stirred him to begin his journey to London at a sufficiently early hour that he was able to reach town just after noon. The difference in his surroundings, from his previous brief sojourn in the city, was marked. Every sight he saw was new and exciting, and the young man was at a loss where he should turn his attention first.

The area he had been directed to was laid out in a square, with a green space in the centre, set with trees and bushes and surrounded by an iron railing. In the small park, he watched as people walked, or spoke to friends and neighbours, while a nurse watched over her young charges as they played nearby. The properties on all four sides formed an impressive sight, with three and sometimes four stories standing proudly above the level of the pavement. Grand coaches and diminutive curricles stood in front of some of the imposing houses, while some gentlemen passed on horseback. The whole scene was vibrant with the elegance of the highest society.

Reluctantly pulling his attention away from his study of the square, Nathan concentrated on his specific location, as he walked slowly up the steps of Rempstone House and knocked on the heavy door. The footman who answered appeared to be expecting his arrival, and he was immediately admitted into a grand reception hall.

A stately butler then took over and led him to a small sitting room; instructing him to wait while Lord Rempstone was advised of his nephew's arrival. Nathan looked around in wonder at the bright gilding on the picture frames, and the pristine plasterwork on the walls and ceiling. Fine china vases or crystal seemed to adorn every surface. Familiar, as he now was, with Longbourn's low corridors and dark woodwork, the imposing grandeur of Rempstone House seemed a world away from what he had grown used to since arriving in England. After a short wait, he heard footsteps and, looking up, he recognised a familiar face coming towards him.

Lord Rempstone welcomed him with a smile. "Nathaniel, my boy. I am pleased to see you arrived safely."

"Thank you, my Lord."

"We have quite a family party here today, and everyone is most impatient to meet with you. We are expecting an addition to the family, as Mr. Bennet may have told you, and we are all to remain in town until the happy event occurs. Please, follow me, and I will take you up to the blue drawing room. That is my mother's favourite room, and she spends most of the morning there."

The large room, located at the rear of the property, was cool and elegant, with three tall windows looking out over a neat garden. On his second glance, Nathan noticed that the room appeared full of ladies, who were all observing him with great interest.

Watching his uncle as he moved towards a group sat by the window, Nathan saw an elderly lady sitting regally in a high-backed chair, with a thin blanket over her knees. The hair beneath her lacy cap was snowy white, and her eyes, which seemed to twinkle with excitement, were an icy blue.

"Mother, may I present Nathaniel Bennet? Nathaniel, this is your grandmother; Augusta, Lady Rempstone."

Nathan had not known what to expect, but he was surprised to see the old woman rise from her chair, casting the confining blanket irritably aside as she walked the few steps towards him without any hesitation. Her eyes shone with unshed tears, but she refused to acknowledge them as she took both his hands in her own, holding him at arms length for inspection. When she spoke, her voice was that of a woman who had spent her life in control of her household. There was no frailty or indecision, as he might have expected from a lady of advanced years.

"Ah, Nathaniel. You cannot imagine how pleased I was when my dear Phillipa wrote to tell me she had given you her father's name and it suits you so well! What a fine, tall boy you have grown into. You certainly do have the look of your Grandfather in you; so handsome!"

"Thank you ... Lady Rempstone."

"I believe Grandmother would be more than adequate, Nathaniel," she replied with a brief smile. "I have waited a considerable number of years to meet you. I am more than prepared to overlook propriety on this occasion." Turning, she slowly returned to her chair, where her plain faced companion swiftly replaced the blanket around her knees, before stepping away. "Come, sit by me," his grandmother commanded, indicating the empty seat next to her chair.

Nathan looked around at the other occupants of the room, wondering when he would be introduced to them. His father had always impressed upon him the importance of good manners, and it seemed so rude to sit in the presence of ladies he was not yet acquainted with.

His grandmother sensed his reluctance and waved irritably at him to be seated. "Sit first, and then I will deal with the introductions. You are too tall for me to keep looking up at you. I do not wish to suffer a stiff neck."

"Mother, you are frightening the poor boy to death!" Lord Rempstone complained, although he wore a broad grin. He walked over to stand behind an upholstered settee, containing two ladies. The current Viscountess was easily identified, as she was clearly with child. "Nathaniel, I would like to introduce you to my wife."

"I have heard so much about you, my dear." Lady Rempstone looked a little younger than her husband, and Nathan considered that she was very pretty, with a genuine and welcoming smile. One hand was laid protectively on her swollen belly, while the other reached across to hold one of her husband's hands, where it was resting on the chair back. She looked up at her husband and smiled at him, before turning back to Nathan. "Little Phillip is upstairs in the nursery at the moment with his sister. Your young cousin is particularly eager to make your acquaintance."

His uncle then drew his attention to the woman sitting next to his wife, who he introduced as his wife's sister, Lady Eleanor Whitney. Nathan would have guessed them to be sisters, even without the introduction, for their faces bore very similar traits, and their blonde hair was an identical shade. Immediately afterwards, the two other young ladies on his grandmothers left side were introduced as the Dowager's great-nieces, Miss Frances Jasper and Miss Elizabeth Jasper, who had been brought to town for their first season. They looked so similar that they could have almost have been twins, for both had very fair hair and pale complexions. However, it was not only their outward appearances that drew his attention, but their behaviour. They both sat perfectly still, their hands held in their lap, and apart from a brief nod of acknowledgement at his introduction, they hardly reacted to his presence at all.

Nathan could not help but compare them to his cousins Kitty and Lydia, at Longbourn, and the obvious differences in the behaviour of the four girls, who appeared to be of similar ages. He gave up all hope of ever being able to remember everyone.

"And how long will you be staying with us, Nathaniel? I have had a room prepared for you." Lady Augusta looked hopefully across to him.

"I intend to return to the country tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? But I expected you to stay at least a month, until your new cousin makes his appearance." She waved her hand across to Lady Rempstone, who nodded in agreement. "Besides, we are having a little party next week, for our closest and dearest acquaintance. It will be our last of the season, and I would so like to be able to introduce you to everyone."

Lady Rempstone concurred with her mother-in-law's wish that he stay longer. "We would, of course, have been returning to Cottingham after the party, except that my doctor has advised that I remain in town during the remainder of my confinement."

"It is so tiresome, Eugenie!" The Dowager complained to Lady Rempstone. "I realise, of course, that it can not be helped, but I had intended to invite a number of my oldest friends over the summer. Lady Weldon is absolutely distraught that we will not be able to hold the hunt ball at the Grange this year. It has put my social calendar right out!"

"I am sure that a few families will remain in town a little while longer, Mama." Lady Rempstone consoled her as best she could. "We will still be able to hold a few soirees and perhaps a card party or two with our close neighbours."

"That is assuming they do not pull down the blinds and pretend they are not here. London in the summer can be so tiresome!"

Nathan waited for a lull in the conversation before he dared to interrupt to answer his grandmother's earlier question. "I am expected home tomorrow. If I do not return my Aunt and Uncle will begin to worry." He did not think it necessary to mention that the horses were also needed back home, even more than he was.

"Home? But my dear boy, this is your home! You need not return to Hertfordshire if you do not wish. Why on earth would you want to? Phillip has told me that it is a very small estate. Hardly large enough to be worth bothering with."

"Mother! I said no such thing." Lord Rempstone contradicted his mother sharply. "I only made a comment that the house and park were rather small, when compared to Cottingham, but I most certainly did not say that it was not worth bothering with. Any estate is only as good as the attention given to it. Longbourn has much potential."

Nathan sat a little straighter in his chair before replying, attempting to subdue the spark of defiance he felt welling up inside him. His father had instilled respect for his elders, and any show of temper—however rare—would do him no good at this moment. "Longbourn may be small, but it was my father's home, and it will eventually be my responsibility."

"Phillip? I thought you said the estate belonged to my grandson now. Why does he say it will be his eventually?"

"Mother, the papers which I received from the attorney were unambiguous. Nathaniel's father clearly stated that, because he had not taken control of the estate during his lifetime, he wished his brother to remain in his position on the understanding that Nathaniel would be his only heir. That is no difficulty; he has no sons, only five daughters."

"Five daughters! What was the man thinking of, for goodness sake! How can he afford to adequately provide for five daughters with such a small estate?"

Nathan felt honour bound to support the Bennet family. "The eldest is recently married," he explained.

"Well, that is something, I suppose," his grandmother reluctantly conceded. "And the remaining four ... are they tolerable?"

The question confused Nathan.

"I believe my mother wonders whether the girls are pleasant to look upon, and whether they have acceptable manners," his uncle explained.

Lady Augusta bristled with indignation. "I certainly do wonder! I do not think my grandson should have to be responsible for these girls. I would advise you to get them married off as soon as may be."

Again, Lord Rempstone bravely interrupted his mother. "I am sure Nathaniel would be grateful for your assistance in that regard, Mother. Your knowledge of society would be invaluable. Perhaps you should take some time to meet these cousins?"

"Yes!" Nathan welcomed this suggestion enthusiastically. "You may think their social circle somewhat confined. There are few suitable partners for my cousins in the neighbourhood. I had considered bringing them to town." He looked up at his grandmother hopefully. "Might I bring them with me to the party next week?"

"Most certainly not! I know that the Bennet manor is long established, but who is their mother? What sort of family does she belong to? I am very particular about the guests I invite, particularly when their families are unknown to me." She raised her head, defiantly. "I have a reputation to uphold and—"

Lord Rempstone interrupted his mother again, earning him an angry glare for his troubles. "Perhaps Nathaniel could bring them to tea earlier in the week? You can then judge for yourself how suitable they may be. My nephew feels responsible; an honourable sentiment on his part. The least we can do is take a look at them," he suggested reasonably.

Lady Augusta was silent, her lips pursed, showing her displeasure. Nathan turned his attention to his aunt, who noticed his silent appeal.

"I do not see how inviting these people to tea could cause a problem. There will only be family in attendance after all." She turned back to her nephew. "They may consider it too much trouble for such a distance. Would they be happy travel to town just for tea?"

Nathan sat quietly for a moment, thinking what Mrs Bennet's reaction might be to the invitation. He also imagined how she would act on arriving at the house and seeing the elegant surroundings, which had so impressed him earlier, and how she would crow over her neighbours, telling them all of her visit to London, and the grand house she visited.

He cleared his throat nervously. "Yes, I believe that Mrs Bennet would be happy to accept your kind invitation."

"Good. Then it is settled. Nathaniel will return to Hertfordshire tomorrow, but will bring the Bennet family for tea next week. I hope, when you come back, you will stay with us until the party at least."

Nathan smiled. "Thank you, Lady Rempstone. It is most kind of you."

After spending the following half hour answering more of his grandmother's questions regarding his childhood and his life in Jamaica, Lord Rempstone told his mother that Nathan would be joining him in his library. "You will have him to yourself all through dinner. For now, we have things to discuss."

Nathan followed his uncle back down the stairs and through the house until he arrived in a dark panelled library, no larger than Mr. Bennet's room at Longbourn. "You had something you need to discuss with me?"

"No, I thought you might be in need of a respite from your grandmother. She can seem a little overbearing if you are not accustomed to her ways."

Lord Rempstone poured them a drink, while Nathan studied a small painting that hung on the wall in a gilt frame. The gentleman who posed for the portrait was dressed in an earlier style, although he was not wearing the long wig, which Nathan knew was favoured in earlier decades.

His uncle noticed his admiration, and moved across to stand by him. "Do you recognise him?"

"No, I do not." Nathan admitted, although there was no reason why he should know the sitter.

"That is a picture of my father ... your grandfather. A larger copy of this painting is hanging in the hall at Cottingham Grange—our property in Northamptonshire."

Nathan looked again at the face in the painting. The subject had an aloof and serious expression. "My grandmother said that I looked like him. Do you think so?"

Lord Rempstone smiled. "Perhaps there is a slight similarity in the shape of the nose. However, you must understand, my mother sees what she most wishes to see."

With an understanding nod, Nathan turned his attention back to the portrait. His grandfather was pictured with two spaniels lying at his feet, and a thoroughbred hunter, with gleaming chestnut coat, was standing proudly in the background. He pointed them out to his uncle. "Did he have a fondness for animals?"

"Yes, very much so. My father enjoyed hunting immensely and was responsible for the pack of hounds that we now keep at Cottingham. He began with two pair and was instrumental in starting the breeding schedule that my own huntsman now oversees."

Nathan smiled. "I would like to see your dogs, and horses. I have always been interested in animals."

"Then I might venture to suggest that there is at least one trait you have inherited from your mother's side of the family."

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Elizabeth sat by the window, re-reading a letter that had arrived the previous day. Since returning from Kent, her correspondence with Charlotte had become less frequent and regular than it had been during the earlier months of her friend's marriage. She understood that the deterioration in their communication was partly her own fault. Her recovery from her accident at Rosings had delayed her responses to her friend's kind enquiries about her health, while Charlotte—as a married woman—understandably had duties of her own, which had in turn delayed any reply she might wish to make.

She was therefore not entirely surprised to realise that Charlotte was only just responding to her last letter, dispatched to Hunsford the day before her father had revealed the news of Nathan's imminent arrival.

She released a sad sigh as she read through the handful of sparse sentences. The tone of her friend's enquiries was more formal than she had ever seen, especially when she enquired after the health of Elizabeth's new cousin. While there were no explicit words of discontent that she could point to, the implication of her friend's communication suggested her disappointment that Elizabeth had not seen fit to inform her of the news as soon as she was able. The letter ended charitably enough, although she expressed regret that her responsibilities within the parish left her little time to maintain her correspondence with her friends from childhood. To Elizabeth the message was clear. Charlotte had been grievously hurt by her thoughtlessness in not communicating the details of Nathan's arrival personally, and there was no assurance that any future letters would receive a reply.

Unsure how to respond to the letter, or whether such a reply would even be welcomed by her friend, Elizabeth sadly abandoned any pretence of dealing with her correspondence. Deciding to collect some plants for drying, she left the house by the garden door, to pick some of the lavender that grew by the wall. While cutting the stems her attention was caught by a flash of white moving beneath the boughs of the old willow tree. Once her basket was full, she wandered over the lawn and pulled back the branches.

"Kitty! Whatever are you doing out here alone? Where is Lydia?"

Her younger sister sighed. "I do not have to spend all of my time with Lydia, you know. She has gone with Mary to visit Aunt Phillips."

"I am sure you could have gone with them."

"I did not choose to. I wanted to stay home today."

Elizabeth noticed her sister's defiant tone, and her mournful expression. "Kitty, if there is anything you wish to speak about ...?"

Rather than answering her sister, Kitty jumped at the sound of a carriage passing on the road nearby. She stood, expectantly listening to the rhythmic clap of the horse's hooves, and the jangle of harness, until they could no longer be heard. "Are you waiting for someone?"

"Our cousin arrives home today, does he not? I wish to welcome him when he arrives."

"Nathan? Yes, I believe Papa does expect him back sometime today," Elizabeth nodded thoughtfully. "I hope he enjoyed visiting his mother's family."

"And I hope he did not," Kitty replied, with a sullen pout. "If he liked them too well, he may decide to live there permanently, and then we would not see him again!"

Elizabeth was surprised by the plaintive tone in her sister's voice. Kitty was not trying to hide her feelings, and her elder sister easily guessed her thoughts. "Yes, that would be a shame," she replied lightly. "Nathan is such good company for Papa. Our father has been much less reserved of late, with another gentleman in the house."

"Yes." Kitty's face lit up in a smile. "He is good company. Nathan and I were reading from Swift's tale of Gulliver a few days ago. I do hope we will have the opportunity of finishing the book soon."

"I recall that Mary and Lydia were also enthralled by our cousin's story telling abilities."

Kitty's shoulders slumped at the mention of her younger sister. "I know. I cannot do any thing without Lydia insisting on being present. She will not allow me a moment's peace with ... with anyone!"

"Have you thought about riding?"

"What? On a horse?"

"Yes, on a horse. You learned to ride when you were younger; perhaps all you need is a little practice. I know that Nathan has been granted access to Netherfield stables while Bingley is away. You could ask him whether there is a mount which would be suitable for you to ride." Elizabeth was gratified to see a slow smile spread over her sister's face at the suggestion. "I never thought that Lydia was particularly interested in horse riding," Elizabeth added thoughtfully. "She always maintained that she would rather catch a husband who owned a good carriage rather than be carried on an animal's back."

A sudden flurry of movement found Kitty's arms wrapped tightly around her sister in a warm hug. "Thank you, Lizzy."

"You are welcome," Elizabeth replied, a knowing twinkle in her eyes. They both turned as they heard the sound of horses coming closer. As they watched, the Bennets small coach entered through the gates.

"Nathan!" Kitty squealed as she ducked under the overhanging branches and ran towards the house. By the time Elizabeth had reached them, her cousin was already standing by the door, speaking animatedly to Kitty.

Around the dinner table that evening, Nathan recounted his journey to London, and the first meeting with his grandmother. Elizabeth listened to the conversation as Mrs Bennet questioned her nephew about the house in Grosvenor Square, and the quality of the furniture and other furnishings. Lydia and Kitty seemed to be competing for their cousin's attention by asking about Lord and Lady Rempstone, although Lydia seemed much more interested in the fashions worn by the ladies, and whether they were wearing their sleeves long or short. Even Mary was sufficiently intrigued to ask if the family were great readers, and whether Nathan had seen their library.

Elizabeth smiled at her father, who was watching the conversation around the table with great delight. He leaned over and spoke to her in a low voice. "It is nice to see that my family has taken Nathan into their hearts to such an extent. Instead of being shown a deference borne of unfamiliarity, Mrs Bennet and my other daughters are now sufficiently comfortable in his company to harass him at the dinner table quite as well as they do me."

"Oh, Papa! I would imagine you missed our cousin as much as anyone, if not more."

Mr. Bennet lowered his head a moment, before lifting his eyes to look at her. "Yes, I will admit that I have grown accustomed to his company, Lizzy."

They were both interrupted by a loud cry from Mrs Bennet at the other end of the table. "Oh, my dear! Tea? I am sure we would love to attend Lady Rempstone's house for tea. No ... it would be no trouble at all to visit your grandmother in Town. Of course ... at her age, I could not expect her to travel."

Mr. Bennet closed his eyes and sighed. "Although it appears that young Nathaniel still has much to learn about dealing with your Mother."

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Family Tree showing the Ardern family in July 1812

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Chapter twenty-seven.

Nathan chose to escort the Bennet family to London on horseback the following week, instead of travelling in the carriage. Mr. Bennet had seemed inclined to join him, rather than spend the journey with his wife and daughters, but Mrs Bennet would not hear of it. Elizabeth had watched her father roll his eyes heavenwards, but he remained silent as he took his place in the carriage.

After only fifteen minutes in close company with her family, Elizabeth appreciated Nathan's foresight in deciding to accompany the carriage instead of riding in it. Even positioning his mount four or five feet away, he could not avoid the stares and giggles of Kitty and Lydia, who had fought over the seats nearest the carriage window so they could observe him during the journey. Lydia had spent her time shouting across to him in a most unladylike fashion, and complimenting him most impudently on his excellent horsemanship. Kitty, after agreeing wholeheartedly with her sister, had been happy to return to her silent and, above all, unceasing contemplation.

Their arrival at Gracechurch Street was a noisy affair, with Gardiner children spilling out into the yard to welcome their Bennet cousins. The most excitement was reserved for the introduction of Nathaniel, who they had heard so much about, and they were not disappointed. Elizabeth was delighted as she watched Nathan talking to the children and taking an interest in their activities. He held little interest for Frances, who was old enough to rise above the excitement of her younger siblings, while still being too young to be interested in his company for its own sake. However, Mary, Michael and Henry swarmed around their new playmate with eager interest.

Mr. and Mrs Gardiner also expressed their delight in meeting their brother's nephew. Mr. Gardiner showed a genuine interest in Nathan's country of birth, and a modest knowledge of the sugar trade, while Nathan's even temper quickly recommended him to the couple. Mrs Gardiner did later admit to Elizabeth, when pressed by her niece, that she was grateful that Nathan had chosen to stay with his grandmother during their visit, as it had been a struggle to accommodate them all at such short notice, but he was welcome in their home at any time of the day.

Once the family were settled, Mrs Bennet took her place in the drawing room and regaled her sister-in-law with their good fortune. "What an honour it is to receive such an invitation. Lady Rempstone certainly does us much courtesy."

"I have no doubt," Elizabeth said dryly, "that there is as much curiosity as there is courtesy, Mama. She no doubt asked us to tea so that the Dowager can satisfy herself that we are suitable to associate with her grandson."

"No, Lizzy, I am sure that you mistake the matter. Perhaps she realises that Nathan will no doubt choose his bride from one of my daughters, and wishes to know you all better."

"I have no desire to marry my cousin," Mary said. "For he has told me himself that he has very little interest in reading more scholarly or theological works, and prefers purely physical pursuits when the weather is fine."

In the corner of the room, Lydia burst into a fit of giggles at her sister's comment. "Lord! There is surely nothing wrong with that!" she replied with an unladylike snort.

"Lydia!" Elizabeth hissed, horrified at her sister's crude humour.

"I think there is nothing finer that a gentleman with a good seat," Kitty agreed, with a wide grin for her younger sister. "He looked rather fine on horseback today, do you not think?"

"Yes, but it is a shame he is not in uniform. It lends a man such distinction. Our cousin would look fine in a red coat."

Kitty shook her head vehemently. "Oh no. I would not want Nathan in regimentals, for then he might be in Brighton now, rather than with us, and that would never do."

Elizabeth appeared to be the only member of her family who was at all concerned with the upcoming meeting at Rempstone House. She realised that it was important for Nathan that the Bennet family gave a good impression during their visit, although she was not hopeful that they would succeed in that task. Kitty and Lydia could talk of little except their cousin, who was fortunate enough to be in company with her father and uncle during Lydia's most recent outburst. Mary was supremely indifferent to the meeting, while Mrs. Bennet, although mindful of the honour that was bestowed with the invitation, did not appear overly concerned at being introduced to such superior company. "For are we not almost family?" she had explained to her daughters. "It is hardly the same as meeting a complete stranger with no such connection."

Allowing sufficient time to travel across town, the Bennets, with Nathan once more on horseback, made their way to Grosvenor Square. Mrs Bennet and Lydia hardly knew which sights to point to first as their carriage travelled past the various businesses represented on Oxford Street.

"Mama! Look at that hat. Lord, I would give anything for a hat like that. Do you not think it would suit me?"

"Ooh, yes, and look there, my dear. Did you see the detail on the sleeves of that pelisse? Lady Lucas would be green with envy if I had one like that."

"I have no concern for the latest fashions. The pomp and vanity of this wicked world holds no interest for me."

"Oh, hush, Mary. No one wants to hear your sermons."

"Lydia!"

To everyone's great relief, the carriage finally pulled up outside Rempstone House. Even Mary grudgingly admitted that the Square—surrounded by grand houses on all four sides and with a beautiful garden in the middle—was just as elegant as her cousin had described.

Once inside the house, the general quality of the decoration was sufficient even to subdue Mrs Bennet, until such time as they were escorted up to a large drawing room at the rear of the property, where the family waited for them. Elizabeth recognised Lord Rempstone, who she had briefly seen at the end of his previous visit to Longbourn. The two other women in the room were also hard to confuse; one of them being a lady of advanced years, while the other was clearly with child.

Nathaniel offered to make the introductions. "Grandmother. Lord and Lady Rempstone. I would like to introduce my Uncle and Aunt; Mr. and Mrs Thomas Bennet."

Lady Augusta stared regally at the Bennets before favouring them with no more than a nod of her head in acknowledgement. Elizabeth was surprised that her father had such a serious expression. She would have expected him to see the humour in the situation almost immediately, but if he did, no suspicion of it crossed his features. Taking her cue from her mother-in-law, Lady Rempstone inclined her head slightly, but her open countenance seemed far friendlier. Even though she was not exactly smiling, she appeared willing to be pleased. Lord Rempstone greeted Mr. Bennet warmly, and was more welcoming towards either of them than his wife and mother had been.

Nathan then looked expressively at Elizabeth, who urged her sister Mary to follow her lead as she heard her cousin introduce them next. They both curtseyed politely, and remained silent as they suffered the intense scrutiny of the Dowager as she peered at them through tortoiseshell spectacles.

Finally, he brought Kitty and Lydia to their attention. Kitty had been watching the proceedings carefully, and she took the matter seriously when it was time to step forward and make her own curtsey. Unfortunately, Lydia's attention had strayed to a collection of hand painted china plates in a nearby display cabinet, and, as a result, she was surprised when Nathan spoke her name. Realising suddenly that everyone's attention was upon her, she let out a loud giggle, not the least bit concerned that it only exacerbated her situation. Although she lifted her hand to cover the resulting grin, her slender fingers could not completely hide her mirthful expression.

There was a moment of tension in the room. Kitty fidgeted nervously as she became aware that everyone's attention was focussed in her direction, and she took a small step away from Lydia. Elizabeth was sure she heard the Dowager exclaim, "Well! I never ..." before Lord Rempstone's cough interrupted the silence.

"It is very good to see you again, Mr. Bennet, and kind of you to bring your family into town to visit us. My wife is unable to travel far, under the advisement of her Physician." He looked towards his Mother, as if noticing her dissatisfied expression for the first time. "Well, if you ladies will excuse us, I would like to show Mr. Bennet my library. This house only has a small collection of books, but I should be able to find something of interest." He glanced briefly at his mother's icy expression before extending the invitation to Nathaniel, who, after one look at his grandmother, gratefully accepted his offer.

Elizabeth was not generally given to jealousy, being usually satisfied with whatever life provided for her at the time. However, today that did not stop her from heartily wishing she had been able to join her father and cousin in the library, right now, regardless of how small its collection might be.

Once the gentlemen had taken their leave, the room once again fell silent with more than the usual awkwardness normally present when strangers meet for the first time. Looking at her mother, Elizabeth could see that she was fighting the urge to open her mouth, and ask a question, or state a fact, which would impress the elderly Dowager or Lady Rempstone. Please, Mama, think before you speak!

"Lady Rempstone," Mrs Bennet began, turning towards the younger woman. "I must thank you for your kind and generous invitation. Such condescension on your part can not go unacknowledged."

"Thank you, Mrs Bennet. I am gratified that you recognise the distinction."

"Oh, indeed I do. My nephew spoke in glowing praise of your hospitality. He is such a good boy."

"Yes, he is."

Watching Lady Augusta's shrewd expression as she continued her silent observation of the Bennet daughters as they sat on the settee opposite her, Elizabeth felt as though she and her sisters were being appraised for auction, and their behaviour closely examined for faults. She sat a little straighter as she listened politely to the continuing conversation between her mother and their hostess.

"Pray, tell me, Mrs Bennet," Lady Rempstone asked curiously. "Are all your daughters out at the same time?"

"Why, yes, your Ladyship."

Elizabeth could see that she was surprised by the decision. "That must be very difficult for you, and rather expensive. You must be a slave to their wardrobe. The dresses alone for four daughters must cost a fortune."

"Dresses? We, ah ... there is a dressmaker at Meryton who does very fine work. I was told that she used to work in Bond Street—"

Lady Augusta, who had chosen the moment to break her silence, interrupted Mrs Bennet. "I always advise my friends never to allow more than two daughters to be 'out' at any one time." She sniffed and looked away. "Well, I suppose it cannot be helped," she added in an indifferent tone.

There was a short silence before the hostess addressed her guest once more. "Mrs. Bennet. Lady Augusta and I have been speaking most earnestly about my nephew's welfare. To his credit, he takes his responsibility of your estate very seriously. Since he visited us last week, we have been discussing the matter further." She looked briefly across at the Dowager with a small frown, before saying, "May we speak frankly?"

Elizabeth watched the indecision play across her mother's face. It seemed as obvious to Mrs Bennet as it was to Elizabeth that when someone begs leave to speak frankly, the words spoken may not always be those you would wish to hear.

"Why, certainly, your Ladyship," Mrs Bennet replied nervously.

"We realise, of course, that as Nathaniel was placed in the guardianship of Mr. Bennet, it is understandable that you have taken him into your home."

"Oh, yes!" Mrs Bennet smiled blissfully. "He has settled at Longbourn very well indeed."

Elizabeth once again noticed that Lady Rempstone cast a slightly deferential glance towards her mother-in-law before she continued.

"As you still have four daughters in your care, all requiring your complete attention, we thought it may assist you if Nathaniel would consider residing with us for a time; with Mr. Bennet's permission, of course. I am sure you can appreciate just how much we would be able to offer to a young man in his position. We do not believe it would be in his best interests to remain in Hertfordshire, isolated from the very best Society. Although he has expressed a preference to remain at Longbourn, I would ask that you persuade him otherwise."

"But ... but why should he not stay at Longbourn? He seems as happy to be there as we are to have him. He is a popular addition to our neighbourhood and is a great favourite with my daughters."

Lady Augusta surprised Elizabeth by replying to Mrs Bennet's question in a cold, clear voice. "Nathaniel is the son of my oldest child; my only daughter. As a mother of daughters, you know just how precious they are."

"Precious?" Mrs Bennet was nonplussed. Elizabeth knew better than her sisters that their mother did not necessarily see any of them as a precious gift, as much as a burden to be borne until she had found them each a husband.

"Yes. I regretted leaving my daughter so soon after her marriage, and have grieved for her for so many years. I wrote to your brother as soon as I heard about my poor Phillipa's death, offering to take Nathaniel off his hands, but he would not listen to my counsel and stubbornly insisted on keeping the boy. Having my grandson finally returned to me is more than I ever hoped for. I am no longer young; my husband and many of my friends are already long gone. I would like to spend some time with him while I am able."

"But ... but what about my daughters? I had hoped that he might ... well, you know." She waved her hand airily. "I depend upon him making one of my daughters Mistress of Longbourn. If he spends his time in town, how is he to make his choice?"

Lady Augusta bristled at the very thought. "You are suggesting that my grandson should marry one of your daughters? When he could have his choice of almost any young woman in town? Mrs Bennet, you must realise that our family has standards which must be maintained. I can assure you his choice will not be limited to your daughters alone."

Mrs Bennet sat a little straighter before she answered the Dowager. "Our estate generates enough to keep us comfortable, I am sure, but I do not know whether other young ladies from town would find it so."

Elizabeth groaned inwardly. If Mrs Bennet was to be told the amount of Nathan's estate, or about the dowries, she could not imagine what her reaction to that news would be.

"Besides," her mother continued, "is it not what Nathan wants that matters?"

Lady Augusta ignored Mrs Bennet's objection. "Nathaniel is still very young. Having had no sons you probably do not understand that, even when almost full grown, young men do not always know what is best for them. If Nathaniel remains here, he will be introduced to the best society, seen at all the right places, and respected as an intimate member of our family. Although your brother may have improved the connections of the Bennet family with his marriage to my daughter, your home, while quaint, would not be able to offer any of the benefits to my grandson that a season in town could achieve."

If Elizabeth had only considered her mother to be the problem up until now, her opinion was drastically altered when Lydia felt compelled to speak.

"Our house is at least as good as this one. We don't have neighbours joined onto us left and right, and our park has a large garden. Nathan loves to ride his horse across the fields. He would hate living here."

"Lydia!" Elizabeth hissed, almost at the same time as Mrs Bennet. While her unfortunate behaviour earlier had been embarrassing, it could have been overlooked had she remained silent for the remainder of their visit. However, from the icy silence now emanating from the other side of the room, she assumed that Lady Augusta and even Lady Rempstone had been struck dumb by the temerity of her sister's ill-mannered outburst.

"What?" Lydia replied angrily to her mother's stunned expression. "Are you going to let them take Nathan away? I could not bear to be parted from him, for I love him so very dearly, and I am sure he is going to choose me for his wife, for I am the tallest, and the liveliest of all my sisters."

Kitty rounded on her sister, punching her in the arm, heedless of their location. "You are not going to marry Nathan, for I am. You take everything that is mine; it's not fair!"

Elizabeth and Mary watched their sisters in stunned silence, as they fought over Nathan as they would a piece of brightly coloured ribbon for their bonnets. Their behaviour would be considered unremarkable in the halls of Longbourn, but it was not how they would normally behave in unfamiliar company. Elizabeth could only assume that jealousy had made them both even more thoughtless than usual.

Momentarily forgetting Lady Augusta, Mrs Bennet was happy to deal with a more familiar situation. "Girls, girls. Calm yourselves. Neither of you are to marry him, for he must marry Lizzy here. She is the oldest and if she does not marry soon, she will become an old maid. There will be plenty of time for you later."

"Mama!" Elizabeth whispered hopelessly, as she inwardly shrunk with the embarrassment. If only her mother and youngest sisters could keep their opinions to themselves, but it was an impossible expectation. She lowered her head and closed her eyes. How could she have expected her mother to act in any way different from her usual manner at home? Even Lydia was being no worse than usual; she was just being, well ... Lydia.

Lady Rempstone coughed delicately, before changing the direction of the discussion. Showing herself to be the well bred Lady that she was, she calmly asked Mrs Bennet about her journey to town, and where they were staying. Elizabeth looked up at her mother, and saw her relax slightly; soothed by the simple questions, whose answers were undemanding, and the moderate tone of her hostess.

Lady Augusta, on the other hand, was sitting straight-backed and thin lipped as she watched the proceedings with steely disapprobation. Elizabeth could not blame the Dowager for her ill thoughts. Mrs Bennet was truly unsuited to the higher level of society where she presently found herself. The last time that Elizabeth had felt so conscious of her family's ill considered behaviour was during the Netherfield Ball the previous autumn. Such impropriety, which often went unremarked by their neighbours in Meryton, had the power to affect the closer relationship that Mrs Bennet might wish to forge with her new found connections.

Mrs Bennet's conversation with the Viscountess had once again floundered, and the room had been reduced to an excruciating silence, when the door opened to reveal a maid carrying a tray. As she set everything out on the table with quiet efficiency, behind her, a footman followed with a generous platter of fruit and cake. Any awkwardness of the moment was diffused when Lady Rempstone began to prepare the tea, as the flurry of activity lent itself easily to conversation. She enquired about Mrs Bennet's preference for green tea over the black, and the recent fluctuations in the price of the valuable leaves. The cost of sugar was also discussed, while Mrs Bennet expressed her delight for the delicate china and the finely carved and inlaid tea caddy.

However, beneath the polite drawing room conversation, Elizabeth could sense an undercurrent that made her feel uncomfortable. Not from her mother, or the conciliatory Lady Rempstone, but from the stony visage of Lady Augusta, who had remained silent and watchful since Lydia's outburst. She chanced a look at the older woman from the corner of her eye and observed the continued cold scrutiny of her sisters and, she assumed, herself.

All the ladies were distracted when Lord Rempstone returned with his guests. Elizabeth could tell from their expressions that the atmosphere in the room was evident, even to them. Her father smiled weakly as he walked across the room to stand behind Mrs Bennet.

"I have been discussing Nathaniel's future with Mr. Bennet and we have come to an agreement," his lordship announced to the room as he moved nearer to his own wife. "Nathaniel is to begin his studies at Cambridge during the next term, where he will obviously spend much of his time. Any holidays will be spent equally at Longbourn and Cottingham, or wherever we happen to be at the time."

"But what of his marriage?" Mrs Bennet cried.

Lord Rempstone looked rightly confused when the subject of Nathan's nuptials was broached, and he looked questioningly at his nephew's guardian.

Mr. Bennet put a hand on his wife's shoulder. "He is many years from that, my dear. Surely you understand that he is far too young to be considering marriage at this time."

"But? ... My girls. Whatever will happen to my girls?"

Elizabeth turned towards Lady Augusta, who now sat with a very satisfied smile on her face.

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Upon their return to Cheapside, Mrs Bennet insisted, to anyone who would listen, that she could not return to Hertfordshire soon enough. Everything about town vexed her; the air smelled of soot, the roads were clogged with wagons and carriages and the streets outside were far too noisy. She wanted nothing more than to be back in the peace and tranquillity of the country, surrounded by her own circle of friends and close acquaintance.

Mr. Gardiner, while sympathetic to his sister's frustration, tempted her to stay a little longer with the prospect of a visit to the local lace warehouses the following morning, before returning home at a more reasonable hour of the day.

The next morning, she reserved the majority of her dissatisfaction for Lady Augusta, who she considered had been most disobliging and spiteful during their visit the previous day. "Who is she to say that my daughters are not good enough for Nathan? Who should be good enough, if not one of his own cousins?" Wrapping her shawl firmly around her shoulders, Elizabeth heard her mutter, "She means to have him for one of her own nieces, you see if she doesn't. I bet that Longbourn will be more than good enough for them then, and when your father is gone we will still be turned out on our ears as soon as may be ... you mark my words!"

Lydia and Kitty, who were most deserving of the punishment of listening to Mrs Bennet's lamentations, were occupied elsewhere, playing with the Gardiner children, while Mary had taken herself off somewhere quieter to read. Mr. Bennet, who had shown little interest in his wife's complaints, had joined Mr. Gardiner in his office, leaving Mrs Gardiner and Elizabeth to weather the storm of her mother's diatribe alone.

Elizabeth, however, was not in the mood to put up with Mrs Bennet's grievances for long. "After such a scene as Lydia made yesterday, you must realise how our family's respectability in the world must be affected by her wild volatility, assurance and disdain of all restraint, which marks her character. Excuse me, for I must speak plainly. If you, my dear Mother, will not take the trouble of checking her exuberant nature, and of teaching her that her present pursuits are not to be the business of her life, she will soon be beyond the reach of amendment."

"You are quite wrong, Lizzy. She has only an excess of lively spirits; gentlemen often look for that in a wife. You could do a lot worse than be a bit more lively yourself, my girl. A little more sleep would not go amiss either. You will not attract a husband with those dark circles under your eyes."

"Mama!" Elizabeth interrupted her mother. "I do not believe you appreciate the great disadvantage to us all, which must arise from the public notice of Lydia's unguarded and imprudent manner. Kitty is also very much in danger, for where Lydia leads, Kitty will always follow. If their behaviour continues as it did yesterday, can you suppose it possible that they will not be censured and despised wherever they are known, and that Mary and I will not be often involved in their disgrace?"

"No, Lizzy! Do not think that way," Aunt Gardiner spoke comfortingly to her niece. "Wherever you and Mary are known, you must be respected and valued, regardless of your sister's actions."

The sound of the doorbell stopped Mrs Bennet from voicing any further opinions, for which Elizabeth was most grateful. Soon after, the maid showed Nathan into the sitting room.

"Ah, Nathan!" Mrs Bennet was relieved by his presence. "It is good to see you. I have missed your smiling face."

Nathan laughed. "But you only saw me yesterday."

"Yes, I know. Think how much more I will miss you when you are off to Cambridge, or Lord knows where! Then you will be missed by all of us. Mr. Bennet is too cruel, sending you away like that."

Elizabeth watched the conflicting emotions as they crossed her cousin's face. She understood that he was intrigued by the prospect of going away to study, but he was mindful of awakening his aunt's 'nerves'; something he had seen little of since his arrival, but already understood that they were not to be encouraged. Showing a maturity above his years, instead of either agreeing or disagreeing with Mrs Bennet he chose instead to steer the conversation in a different direction.

"I have come with an invitation for you and my Uncle. Lady Rempstone wishes very much to speak with you again, and she was hoping you would do her the great favour of calling at Rempstone House this morning."

"There you are, Elizabeth," Mrs Gardiner exclaimed. "Things cannot be as bad as they seemed. Lydia's behaviour could not have been so wholly terrible, or your mother would not have received a second invitation."

Mrs Bennet, meanwhile, had emptied her head of every unworthy thought against Lady Augusta and her family. "Oh, I must change! I cannot go to Grosvenor Square dressed like this!" she cried, before leaving them abruptly. Mrs Gardiner, excusing herself to Nathan and Elizabeth, went to advise Mr. Bennet of his nephew's arrival and the unexpected invitation.

"For what reason would Lord and Lady Rempstone wish to speak to my parents? You saw how Mama and Lydia behaved yesterday, and must have heard all about their embarrassing display while you were in the library."

"Oh, yes!" he laughed. "I heard all about Lydia and Kitty's behaviour, many times over. My Grandmother could hardly speak of anything else."

"Then why have they been summoned today? I assumed they would want to distance themselves—and you—from such embarrassing connections."

Nathan's expression turned serious as he explained that by putting him under the guardianship of his uncle until he came of age, John Bennet made it impossible for his grandmother to remove him from Longbourn against his will. "On the contrary, your father could, if he wished, forbid me from having any contact with my mother's family, or stop me from visiting Rempstone House at all." He looked up at Elizabeth and grinned as he recalled the previous afternoon. "Mr. Bennet and Lord Rempstone are so very similar; both are content for their households to be run to the general satisfaction of their wives, and all they ask in return is a little peace to carry out their own activities. Your father enjoys his books, while my uncle likes to visit his club and play a hand or two of cards. The two men get along very well, and that friendship allows them to rise above any animosity my grandmother may show."

"I assumed from our visit yesterday that Lady Augusta ruled the household with a rod of iron."

Nathan smiled. "She may enjoy giving that impression, but I assure you it is simply an illusion. While she made many pronouncements after you had left yesterday, I doubt that any of them would come to anything. Besides, other matters were discussed by my aunt and uncle, and I spoke on behalf of you and Mary. I think that together we have convinced Lady Augusta that it would be in her best interest to assist my Aunt Bennet by facilitating your entry into what my grandmother considers more appropriate society."

"Thank you for my share of the favour, but I do not particularly wish for her society."

Nathan frowned. "Surely you would not object to attending an event or two?"

Elizabeth sighed. "No, I suppose I cannot object to that, although I doubt very much that anyone else in town would think to invite the Bennet family of Longbourn. You must see how we are below the general level of society here."

"Well, that is where you would be wrong, my dear cousin. Lady Augusta is having a party at the end of the week, at which time she plans to make my presence known to her friends and general acquaintance. I can promise that you will all receive an invitation."

"Us? I cannot believe for a moment that she would want us there after Lydia—"

"Trust me, Lizzy," Nathan interrupted her quickly. "My grandmother might have baulked at my suggestion initially, but she could not find it in her heart to deny me something which I assured her would bring me much pleasure. I think I can safely say that Mrs Bennet will return from her second visit to Rempstone House in a considerably better mood than yesterday."

Nathan's words were prophetic, for Mrs Bennet's high spirits on returning to Gracechurch Street could hardly be contained. Her opinions of Lord and Lady Rempstone were now so much improved that she pronounced them to have the most superior demeanour and pleasant disposition of any of her acquaintance.

Mr. Bennet allowed his wife to talk on without interruption, while any servants remained. However, once they were alone he turned in exasperation to his wife. "Mrs Bennet, enough! This has gone on for far too long. After the interview with Lord and Lady Rempstone this morning and listening to the points raised most eloquently by Lady Augusta, I now fully apprehend the folly of consigning my daughters to your hands. You have been far too lenient with them, and Kitty and Lydia particularly have suffered as a result. Did you not understand the import of the discussion today?"

"Of course I did," his wife replied defensively wrapping her shawl around her as though she could shield herself from her husband's angry glare. "We are invited to Rempstone House for a grand party on Friday."

Mr. Bennet sighed and shook his head in dismay. "I will say this once, Madam, and you will hear me. I will allow our daughters to attend this event, but I expect nothing but the best of behaviour from each of them; particularly Lydia. I fully concur with Lady Augusta's opinion; if they cannot comport themselves with the dignity befitting the rank of their hosts, then they will be removed from society until they can. This is not Meryton; this is London, and you cannot carry on here as you do at home. I have no intention of allowing any of my daughters, or my wife, to embarrass me further. Do I make myself clear? If any one of them fails to behave within the expected bounds of propriety, I will have no choice but to return them to Longbourn immediately, and you will go with them."

Elizabeth looked at her mother, who was hardly able to comprehend her husband's words. That he would send her Mother back to Longbourn in shame exceeded all that she could believe possible.

"But ... but ..." Mrs Bennet began.

"No buts, Madam. In this I will not be gainsaid. Your nephew is in a position to truly make something of himself, and I will not have his efforts and connections going to waste. You have allowed our daughters to run wild for far too long." A long dispute followed this declaration, but Mr. Bennet remained firm, and Mrs Bennet finally left the room in tears.

Moving across to stand by her father as he looked out of the window, Elizabeth questioned him in a low voice. "Was your visit to Rempstone House truly bad?"

"Bad? No, but I felt all the shame attached to a comparative stranger telling me in no uncertain terms that my youngest daughters were an embarrassment. It seems that even taking into account the bequest received from my brother, Lydia's dowry would not be half the amount needed to overlook such behaviour. But say nothing of that; who should suffer but myself? It has been my own doing, and I ought to feel it."

"You must not be too severe upon yourself."

Mr. Bennet looked fondly at his daughter, and caught up her hand in his own. "No, Lizzy, let me once in my life feel how much I have been to blame. I am not afraid of being overpowered by the impression. It will pass soon enough." Giving her hand a gentle squeeze, he added, "You know that I have little concern for the behaviour of either you or Mary. It is only Lydia, and to some extent Kitty who have been indulged to the point of spoiling them."

"In that case I will try to provide the best example for them that I can, Papa."

"I know, my dear. You are a good girl." He smiled gratefully before returning his gaze to the view from the window.

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Chapter twenty-eight.

The sky was growing dark as Elizabeth found herself outside the imposing Rempstone House once more. The difference between their previous visit and tonight's event was marked. This time, the house was ablaze with light—the candles used this night alone would have kept Longbourn illuminated for almost two months—and a line of coaches waited behind them to deliver their occupants to one of the last social events of the season. Even Mrs Bennet was rendered momentarily speechless as she gazed in wonder at the other guests, their clothing, their jewels and the elegant surroundings she found herself in. Although she had been impressed by the house in daylight, during the evening, when all the candles were lit, the glow of the light reflecting from the gold and crystal chandeliers gave everything a truly magical appearance.

The whole house had been cleared to cater for the guests who would be attending. Downstairs, the ballroom opened out onto a terrace, with steps leading to the garden. What looked like the dining room had been laid ready for supper, and staff were constantly circulating with refreshments.

On the first floor, the drawing room and salon were open for guests to mingle and gossip, while a smaller room had been set up with card tables. Elizabeth's senses were overwhelmed by the number of people in attendance.

After a warm welcome and brief conversation with Lord Rempstone, Mrs Bennet returned to her daughters. "My, my. Lady Rempstone called this a party, but it is as grand as a ball! You must enjoy yourselves this evening, girls. All these gentlemen to dance with! Are not you fortunate to have such opportunities? If anyone asks you to dance—anyone at all—just say yes. You must make the most of this wonderful opportunity."

Mary appeared troubled as she walked behind her mother. "Lizzy!" she hissed, "please do not leave me alone. I do not want to dance."

Elizabeth gave her younger sister a sympathetic look and lowered her voice to a whisper. "If you really do not wish to dance this evening, then make your apologies to any who ask. No one will force you to act in a way contrary to your wishes."

Elizabeth turned as her father spoke seriously to his family. "I do hope that you remember my words. I expect you all to be on your best behaviour. Yes, Lydia, that goes for you as well. If you do not wish to be travelling home to Longbourn first thing tomorrow morning, you will do nothing to embarrass your family this evening."

"But, Mr. Bennet! This is a party. My girls must be allowed to dance."

"Yes, yes," he replied in a tired voice. "You must all dance, or I will have no peace tomorrow." Elizabeth had already spoken to Mr. Bennet before they left Gracechurch Street, and suggested that the dancing could keep her younger sisters out of the worst kind of mischief.

"And if any worthless young man should fall head over heels in love with one of you, I will be with Lord Rempstone should my blessing be required."

"Lord, how droll! Imagine meeting a gentleman and becoming engaged, all in one evening. Would that not make you laugh?"

"I think not, Lydia," Elizabeth said softly. "I doubt that one evening spent in pleasant company would be sufficient for anyone to form a lasting attachment with any man. Even you."

Lydia stuck her tongue out at her sister before grabbing Kitty by the hand and dragging her away through the crowds. Elizabeth had intended to follow them until she felt the touch of a hand on her arm which distracted her attention. Turning around quickly she was relieved to see her cousin. "Nathan! How are you enjoying the evening?"

"Very well. I think I must have been introduced personally to every soul present." He pulled down the sleeves of his new double-breasted blue coat, looking slightly awkward as he surveyed the milling groups of people. "I will admit to being somewhat overawed by all this, Lizzy. I cannot remember ever being in a house containing so many people before."

She looked more closely at her cousin and could sense his discomfort. For all his natural confidence, it was often easy to overlook his youth. "I am sure you will be fine," she comforted him, patting his arm. "You know more of the guests than I. This is your family's home, after all."

"Yes, I am slowly becoming more comfortable in their company," he whispered. "But I still think of Longbourn as my home. I felt that way before I even saw it. I believe that my father instilled his love of Longbourn inside me almost from the time I was born."

Their conversation was interrupted when Nathan was addressed by another gentleman, who was proudly wearing the smart crimson uniform of the Life Guards. Elizabeth thought he looked vaguely familiar and she smiled politely as he turned to look at her.

"Are you not going to introduce me, young man? It's bad form to keep all the pretty ladies to yourself, you know."

Nathan laughed. "Elizabeth, may I present my 'Wicked Uncle', Captain Henry Ardern; my mother's youngest brother. Uncle Henry, this is one of my cousins, from Hertfordshire; Miss Bennet."

"Wicked Uncle? And what makes him so very wicked?" Elizabeth could now see the similarities between the gentleman in front of her and his elder brother, Lord Rempstone. However, she could tell from the gleam in his eye and the smile on his face that he had less of the placid nature of his sibling, and more the exuberance of a younger son with fewer family obligations.

"I am his 'Wicked Uncle' only so far as that is what I have instructed him to call me. I am the necessary evil in his life. My self-imposed role is to see that he has some fun while he has the chance. His responsibilities will come upon him soon enough. First he has to learn how to live."

"Ah, an important occupation indeed," she replied. "So you will be his teacher then? I always imagined teachers to be the wisest of men, but wicked men can never be wise."

He looked curiously at Elizabeth. "There is always an exception to every rule," he eventually answered, "and I feel a lesson coming on at this very moment. Observe, my boy. If you stand around talking for too long without asking your beautiful companion for a dance, you may very well forfeit your opportunity." Turning to Elizabeth, he flashed what she assumed was his most dazzling smile at her. "The ballroom may be somewhat crowded, but it will be incomplete without your presence. May I have the honour of the next set?"

Elizabeth laughed lightly. She had already heard the music playing downstairs, and her toes had been tapping eagerly in time with the music. She looked behind her, meaning to pass on an apologetic look to Mary for leaving her, but her sister had already moved on with their parents. Turning back to the Captain with a smile, she said, "How could I refuse when your application was so flattering?"

Leading her down into the ballroom, they were pleased to see that the previous set was just coming to an end. Elizabeth enjoyed her dance, and found her partner to have a witty and engaging personality. He made many flattering comments, which always gave the impression of being sincere. However, she was very aware that his intent was to make himself pleasing, and she did not feel that it was for her alone. Any other young lady in the room would no doubt get a similar treatment.

As the dance ended, Captain Ardern took Elizabeth's hand and led her to the side of the room, where Mr. and Mrs Bennet were talking to Lord Rempstone as the Viscountess rested in a chair.

"Miss Bennet! I was watching as you danced with Henry. You seemed to be enjoying yourself very much."

"Yes, my Lord, but I think few would not with such an amiable partner."

"Indeed. My brother can be quite charming," Lady Rempstone said. While her words were innocent enough, there was a regret in her tone, which made Elizabeth contemplate just how welcome she had been as a dance partner for Lord Rempstone's brother. However, thinking philosophically, there was little wonder that they were concerned about her motives, after her sister's behaviour during their previous meeting.

At that moment, Lady Augusta joined them, accompanied by three young women.

"You have just missed witnessing Miss Bennet's dancing skills. She and Henry made an elegant pair," Lord Rempstone told his mother.

"Oh, indeed. With Henry, do you say? I am sorry to have missed it," the older woman said coldly.

Hearing her reply made Elizabeth feel decidedly unwelcome. It appeared that she had moved into unknown territory, where one false move—such as dancing with the wrong partner, for example—could be hazardous.

As Lady Augusta left them once more to circulate amongst the guests, Lady Rempstone introduced them to the eldest of the three young women; her sister, Lady Eleanor Whitney. Elizabeth thought they looked so much alike that she would have guessed them for sisters, even without an introduction. They both had the same almond shaped blue eyes, and blonde hair, and both had a naturally cheerful and friendly countenance.

The Bennets attention was then drawn to Lord Rempstone's cousins as Miss Frances and Miss Elizabeth Jasper were introduced. Elizabeth was shocked to realise that they were the same ages as Lydia and Kitty, because the resemblance to her sisters ended there. Their pale blonde hair was almost white, and they shared the icy blue eyes of their Great Aunt Augusta. The two young girls were obviously used to vastly superior company, and neither of them were able to fully mask their distaste for the introduction, as they openly appraised the Bennet daughter's somewhat plain evening dresses before turning away with a disdainful glance.

To avoid the uncomfortable atmosphere, Lord Rempstone suggested to Mr. Bennet that some time spent around the card tables might be called for, while Mrs Bennet asked Elizabeth if she could have a quiet word with her. Intrigued by her mother's passive behaviour, Elizabeth followed her around the dance floor, where they were joined by Mary.

"Mama? What is wrong? Are you not enjoying the party?"

"No, I am not! How can I enjoy myself in such circumstances? Your sisters are vexing me exceedingly! They know they are to behave themselves, for my sake. They are both aware of the importance of this evening. Why can they not be more refined and elegant, like Lord Rempstone's nieces? Why do they insist on gadding about? I have no idea where they are, or what they are doing!" Mrs Bennet looked around her, waving her fan in an agitated manner, but it was almost impossible to see Kitty and Lydia among the assembly that surrounded the dance floor.

Elizabeth bit her tongue, to stop herself explaining to her mother just whose fault it was that they behaved the way they did. "I saw them both dancing earlier so they cannot be too far away. Let me look for them."

"Oh, Lizzy, would you? Oh, you are a good girl to your poor mother. Go! Find them, before they do something that will embarrass us all! Your Father wishes nothing more than to return to Longbourn, and he will need very little reason to send us all home."

Before Elizabeth could leave, Lady Augusta chose that moment to rejoin them, a studious looking young man following closely behind. "Mrs Bennet, I must commend you on the admirable effort you have made with your daughters' apparel this evening. I do like to see young girls dress appropriately. We would not want to give anyone the wrong idea now, would we?"

Elizabeth was irritated by the barely veiled criticism from the Dowager. When they left Longbourn the family had no idea that they would be attending such a party, so had not brought a large selection of evening gowns with them. Mr. Bennet had been prevailed upon to order new apparel for each daughter, but they could not be made ready in time, which left Elizabeth and her sisters in dresses which, while pleasant, were very plain when compared to those of the other guests.

"Can I present this fine young gentleman, Mr. Newman, who I can recommend as an excellent dance partner for one of your daughters." She identified them to him as she said, "Mrs Bennet, Miss Bennet and Miss Mary Bennet."

Mr. Newman smiled shyly as he greeted Mrs Bennet and asked her how she was enjoying the evening. He reminded Elizabeth a little of Mr. Bingley, with a pleasant countenance and easy manners, although he did not seem wholly comfortable in his company. She guessed him to be only a little older than Jane, and he nervously pulled at his cuff before adjusting his spectacles and clearing his throat.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, ladies. Perhaps Miss Mary would give me the honour of the next two dances?"

Mary's shock was apparent at being so singled out, but Elizabeth was even more so when her sister nodded her head timidly.

Lady Augusta watched the couple with a satisfied smile as they walked away. She then addressed Mrs Bennet. "I know that Miss Mary is a bookish sort of girl. She will do well with him, I assure you, for Mr. Newman is quite equal to her in his own quiet way. I derive great satisfaction from matching like-minded young people." She cast a sideways glance at Elizabeth. "Miss Bennet, on the other hand, I am finding more difficult to place."

"Yes, your Ladyship," Mrs Bennet agreed. "Elizabeth is far to headstrong at times. It is her father's fault for allowing her too many liberties."

Elizabeth strongly objected to the two women speaking about her as though she was not there, and was of a mind to comment on their rude behaviour, but she remained silent. She had made a promise to her father to set a good example this evening; not only to her younger sisters, but also her mother.

"I do have a gentleman in mind who I think she would find most agreeable, but I have not yet seen him this evening. I am sure you will find him more than satisfactory, Mrs Bennet. He has a very good income and an excellent property. I will enquire whether he has arrived; please excuse me."

After the older woman had left them, Elizabeth felt free to vent her feelings. "Insufferable woman! How could you allow her to talk about me in that fashion?"

"But Lady Augusta makes a valid point, Lizzy. You will never find a husband with that attitude. I despair of finding anyone for you, and if her Ladyship is prepared to help me in that task, I will gratefully accept her assistance. Lady Augusta has many excellent acquaintances. Please promise me that you will be polite to the gentleman she introduces to you."

"I prefer to choose my own company." Seeing her mother's nerves threatening to make a reappearance, she appeased her. "I will promise to be polite, but no more. While I am waiting for this agreeable man, I had better continue the search for my sisters."

Detaching herself from Mrs Bennet's company, Elizabeth walked slowly between the groups of people who were standing around the edge of the room, either watching the dancers or waiting for the next dance to begin. She took up a position near the doors to the terrace, where a cool breeze refreshed the stale air of the room. As she was observing the participants moving along the line, she heard someone behind her speak.

"Miss Bennet?"

Jumping slightly at the sound of her name, she turned to identify the speaker.

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Colonel Fitzwilliam stood patiently as he listened once more to his mother complaining about what she considered her nephew's unreasonable behaviour. Lady Matlock was most aggrieved that Darcy had chosen not to attend Lady Augusta's party, as she had gone to great lengths to arrange an introduction to a young lady from Gloucester with an impressive pedigree, a reasonable dowry and a very distant connection with the Royal Family. She was more than happy to point out the young girl in question, and when Richard saw her tall, thin frame and pasty complexion, he shuddered involuntarily.

"Mother, I am not at all surprised that Darcy chooses to avoid these events. There is little wonder when you insist on pushing all manner of insipid débutantes into his path. Why is he not allowed to chose his own wife?"

Lady Matlock looked at her son incredulously. "Richard! Why do you persist in being so ridiculous? The young ladies I introduce to your cousin are from the highest levels of Society. I spend a long time weeding out the fortune hunters and identifying those young women who I imagine would be best suited to manage his household and set a good example to Georgiana. These things cannot be left to chance!"

He sighed deeply as he tried to reason with her. "Of course I know, Mother, but it does not alter the fact that he is not interested in any of them. You are wasting your time."

Richard Fitzwilliam had known for a while that his cousin would not be attending Lady Rempstone's party, although he had taken care to hide the fact from his mother until the last possible moment. He knew that Darcy was still suffering from a strong attraction to a young lady from Hertfordshire, who had no dowry to speak of and certainly no known connection to royalty. A party such as this—coupled with his mother's misplaced matchmaking—would be as attractive a proposition to Darcy as an evening spent alone with Miss Bingley.

Looking around the ballroom, Richard was considering whether he should slip his maternal reins and find himself a dance partner. Duty often restricted his social opportunities, and he was determined to enjoy himself this evening. He watched the couples as they went through the prescribed paces of the dance, whilst others looked on. The shapely neck and shoulders of a young woman standing nearby caught his eye. As she nodded her head slightly in time with the music, the brown velvet curls bobbed and danced along with her. There was something familiar about her; something he could not put his finger on. If he knew no better, he would have thought she looked a little like ... no, it could not be ... could it?

"Miss Bennet?"

The young woman started and turned her head towards him.

"Miss Bennet! What are you doing here?" A few seconds passed, and the woman he had last seen in his cousin's arms at Rosings appeared unable to speak. "I was just thinking about you and here you are!"

His ill-considered statement seemed to embolden her to answer him. "Me, sir? Why would you be thinking about me?"

"I, er... perhaps it would be more accurate to say I was remembering my visit to Rosings, and our delightful conversations," he lied effortlessly, before changing the subject. "I was not aware that you were in Town. Are you here with your sister? I have not seen Bingley around this evening. Have I missed him?"

"No, no," she smiled at his volley of questions. "Mr. and Mrs Bingley are still in Scarborough. I am here with my cousin and his family." Blushing, she seemed flustered by his attention towards her.

"When you say your cousin, I do not think you mean Mr. Collins." Richard grinned and made a show of looking eagerly around the room, but he doubted that Lady Catherine's odd clergyman would be at this particular gathering.

"Oh, no!" she smiled as she shook her head, setting those delightful curls dancing again. "Not Mr. Collins. My other cousin, Mr. Nathaniel Bennet, is standing just over there in the corner, with his grandmother."

Richard was eager to view the man who had caused so much jealousy in his usually assured cousin, and he craned his neck over the crowds in the direction she had indicated. "And who is his grandmother?"

"The lady over there with the blue shawl. Lady Augusta."

"Once he knew who he was looking for, Richard could see the lady in question standing in the opposite corner, talking to a young man. He was tall, although not quite as tall as Darcy, and from what he could see the youth was well dressed, with a good-natured appearance. He seemed to be enjoying himself as he watched the guests around him. Richard observed with some sympathy as Lady Augusta introduced him to yet another of her many acquaintances.

Meanwhile, unnoticed by Richard until it was too late, Lady Matlock had moved to join them. His mother never had lost the habit of listening to his conversations.

"Are you speaking of the Dowager Lady Rempstone?" she asked imperiously. "I was introduced to her grandson earlier. A very pleasing young man. Your cousin, did you say?"

Without thinking, Richard effected an introduction between the two women. "Please, Miss Bennet, may I introduce you to my mother, Lady Matlock?" Taking a step back, the Colonel watched as his mother nodded her head in acknowledgement.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, your Ladyship," Elizabeth replied with a curtsey.

Lady Matlock looked off across the room, towards Lady Augusta and young Mr. Bennet, before she returned to her scrutiny of Miss Bennet.

Richard interrupted the silence. "I met Miss Bennet while at Rosings this year. She was visiting her other cousin and his wife at Hunsford Parsonage."

Lady Matlock smiled politely. "Ah. I see. Did you enjoy your time in Kent?"

"Very well, your Ladyship," Miss Bennet replied.

Richard was beginning to doubt his decision to introduce Miss Bennet to his mother. He wondered how Darcy would feel when he found out that his Aunt had already been introduced to the object of his affections. Not wanting to cause his cousin any further complications by allowing his mother too much time in Miss Bennet's company, the Colonel asked whether she was free for the next dance.

"Yes, although I have been given the task of looking for my sisters. It is so difficult to find anyone among so many people."

Richard smiled. "You may have better luck spotting them while on the dance floor, Miss Bennet. In my experience, the enemy is more likely to let their guard down if they think they are not being pursued." He lowered his voice slightly as he admitted, "I often had the same problem with my own sister when she was younger."

Elizabeth smiled. "In that case, I will be happy to join you, Colonel."

Colonel Fitzwilliam took Elizabeth's hand and walked out into the middle of the room, to line up with the others who were to be dancing the next. The musicians began to play, and the pattern was followed, as Miss Bennet echoed her companions in their line. She stood quietly while the Colonel did the same, before they came together in the middle.

"So, Miss Bennet, have you been in town long?"

"But four days, sir. We came down to take tea with Lady Rempstone on Tuesday and she invited us to join her this evening."

"And your cousin, Mr. Bennet. You mentioned he was Lady Augusta's grandson?"

"Yes. I take it you must know her."

Richard laughed. "Everyone knows Lady Augusta. The Rempstone family has always had a very social disposition. I know them through my mother, who is an old friend of the Dowager, while Mr. Darcy was at Eton with her younger son, Henry Ardern."

Miss Bennet smiled again. "Oh yes! I have already met that gentleman."

Richard looked around the room for him. "I had no doubt he would be here somewhere. Ardern always tends to come out of the woodwork when there is fun to be had."

"And are you having fun this evening, Colonel?"

Before he had the opportunity to answer the question, they separated, as the dance required them to, before coming back together at the end of the line. Taking advantage of the momentary pause, the Colonel said, "Yes, Miss Bennet. I do enjoy a dance, although my occupation provides me with less opportunity than I would like."

"Ah. You are different from your cousin then, who has more opportunities but rarely has the inclination."

Richard was wary about answering her question, unsure of her meaning, and used another brief separation within the dance to formulate a response. "Yes, we are quite different, but I believe that is more to do with our upbringing than anything else. Darcy always had the heavy weight of responsibility resting on his shoulders, even before his father died. I, on the other hand, have the relative freedoms of a younger son." He felt obliged to leave a better impression of his cousin for the woman who was so important to his happiness. "However, you will find that Darcy is quite capable of having fun when he feels comfortable doing so. When he returned from Bingley's wedding, he told me how much he had enjoyed your company, Miss Bennet."

She appeared thoughtful as they continued dancing, and did not speak again for some time. When she did, it was to confirm that Mr. Darcy had indeed given a better impression of himself during the wedding celebrations. "He cares very deeply for his sister, does he not?" she asked seriously.

"Yes," he replied seriously, putting as much weight as he could behind his words. "His family and friends are very important to him."

She nodded her head, accepting the truth of his words. No more of substance was said until the second dance had ended, and he held out his hand to escort her to the edge of the room.

"Oh! There is Lydia! Kitty is with her! I can see them in the doorway. Thank you, Colonel; your plan was a good one. Please, excuse me."

Richard bowed over her hand and then watched her progression through the crowd of guests. One day, if the fates were kind, he hoped to be able to call such a cheerful and intelligent young woman his cousin. His height enabled him to view her near the door as she spoke to two young girls. From their colouring, and the way Miss Bennet addressed them, he assumed that they were indeed the sisters of whom she had been speaking.

Fitzwilliam then turned to look for his mother, and seeing her standing with Lady Augusta, made his way over to them.

"Colonel Fitzwilliam. Your mother and I have just been talking about you. Is it true that you were already acquainted with the eldest Miss Bennet before this evening?"

"Yes, Ma'am. We were introduced during my visit to Rosings Park at Easter."

Lady Matlock looked curiously at her son. "Bennet; the name is familiar to me. I have been trying to think where I have heard it before." Turning once more to Lady Augusta, the Countess asked, "What sort of a girl is she? Does she come from a good family? I suppose she might do for Richard if her situation is suitable."

Oh, Mother! The Colonel groaned inwardly. Why do you choose this moment to concern yourself with my future? And with a lady so central to Darcy's own happiness?

The Dowager gave a disparaging huff. "Oh no! They are not our sort, Eleanor. The family came to tea earlier this week. I cannot begin to tell you what a trial that was."

Richard interrupted, answering his mother's first question. "You have probably heard Anne mention her name. She and Georgiana were speaking of Miss Bennet only the other day. They both think very highly of her."

Lady Augusta continued her tirade, heedless of her audience's opinions. "They have no breeding at all. The younger daughters, in particular, are completely out of control. What sensible woman has four daughters out at once? Had it not been for my grandson being so attached to them, I would have been reluctant to have anything to do with them; connections or not. As it is, they are here on sufferance, and because Rempstone has taken such a liking to Mr. Bennet and Eugenie has some sympathy for Mrs Bennet's position." Looking around the room, the old woman lowered her voice. "Of course, Eleanor, I only say this to you because you are one of my oldest friends. I am forced to welcome them into my home and maintain the appearance of tolerating their company for Nathaniel's sake. You know as well as I do that relations cannot always be chosen in the same way as friends."

"Oh, my dear Augusta. I can see just what an impossible situation that would be for you," Lady Matlock sympathised.

The Dowagers eyes narrowed. "You know as well as I do that the apple never falls far from the tree. Miss Elizabeth's behaviour is the least objectionable when seen in contrast with that of her younger sisters, I grant you, but that is only because she has not yet shown her true colours. She may appear a very polite young lady, but with a mother like that I am sure that some fault in her behaviour will soon show itself."

"Perhaps not the best choice for my son, then," Lady Matlock mused, unaware of Richard Fitzwilliam's growing concern as he listened to the conversation.

"No, certainly not. I am waiting on the arrival of a young man who would be perfect for her situation. I would not normally associate with his sort, but I knew his mother very well as a young woman. Their marriage was an excellent match on his father's side ... if you get my meaning. His father owned a large factory in Lancashire, and, as well as the business, he has also inherited a good-sized property in that county. He has been very difficult to match with anyone, but will be more than good enough for Miss Bennet. I hope she is appreciative of the efforts I am going to for her."

"You are too good to these people, Augusta."

Knowing that his opinion would not be welcome, Colonel Fitzwilliam refused to listen to any more of the Dowager's criticisms, and he stalked angrily away. For the first time that evening he sincerely wished that Darcy had joined him. He would know how to deal with Lady Augusta.

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