Chapter Fifteen - Conversation

"Now that the apologies are over," said Elizabeth, "I must thank you for your most welcome assistance with the matter of Mr. Bingley and my sister."

"Not at all," said Darcy. "You know I was only repairing that which I should not have broken. My reward has been to see the change in his manner since our return to Netherfield."

"He is happy, then?"

"He is more than happy. I am ashamed to realise what a poor friend I was, not to notice how miserable we made him in London."

"Your intentions were noble, I am sure," she said with a smile.

"I am not so sure," said Darcy. "But all is now well, I hope."

"Yes," said Elizabeth, looking toward Bingley and Jane, who had just come into view as they made their circuit of the herb beds. They were arm in arm and holding one another closely, a broad smile on each face. "It does my heart good to see Jane so glad."

Darcy watched her, wishing that he might someday be the cause for such gladness in herself. But he could afford to be patient now that he knew all was forgiven between them. It was now his purpose to attend fully to those reproofs she had applied to him at Hunsford; to show her his own true character, and hope that it would be enough to win her heart.

After conversing easily for a while, they noticed Jane and Bingley turning towards the house.

"Our exile is over, I believe," Elizabeth smiled. "I have distracted you long enough for my mother's purposes, and she should be in a good humour with us both."

"The distraction was, I hope, not an onerous chore."

"Fortunately it was not, as you are well aware," Elizabeth chided him gently. "Come, Mr. Darcy. Let us see what happiness awaits us at the house."

"Your wish is my command, madam," said Darcy; and he arose, and offered his arm for the walk back.

They strolled easily, neither really wishing to quit the other's company. Their talk was light, of local matters.

"Not to mention that we must attend the farewell dinner for the officers, next week," Elizabeth was saying, recounting her social engagements for the immediate future.

"Oh? The militia are decamping?"

"Yes, thank goodness. They are off to Brighton," said Elizabeth, her tone conveying considerable satisfaction.

"Forgive me, but you will not - er - miss any of them?" Darcy tried to sound nonchalant.

Elizabeth's hand tightened on his arm. "Let me disabuse you, sir, of any notions you may have remaining concerning my partiality towards certain persons. Rest assured that any feelings I may have had in that quarter were never very serious, and have been most easily dispensed with."

Darcy could not restrain a sigh of relief, and his face betrayed him also.

"Mr. Darcy, you were not...jealous?" said Elizabeth, looking up at him with great amusement. "No, do not answer that - I was teasing, and I should not have said it," she declared, though she smiled.

"Thank you for wishing to spare my feelings, Miss Bennet, though the manner in which you do so is going to take some getting used to," said Darcy with sardonic humour.

"I am sorry, Mr. Darcy. I should not wish to stretch the friendship so early in the piece," she grinned. "But back to other things: perhaps I will not miss anyone, but I know others who will. And, to my great annoyance, my sister Lydia will be going to Brighton with them, as the particular companion or Mrs. Forster."

"Indeed?" said Darcy, frowning.

"Indeed," said Elizabeth with a sigh. "I tried to talk Papa out of letting her go, but he is convinced it will do her good to see her own insignificance revealed. I suppose he is right, in a way, but I confess it makes me uneasy somehow."

Darcy said nothing, and a brooding look came over his face. Elizabeth looked at him, a little concerned.

"Come, sir, this secretive behaviour will not do. What troubles you? And if you do not wish to tell me, you may tell me that instead."

Darcy rubbed at his face. "I must apologise, Miss Bennet. I confess that the idea of your youngest sister going to Brighton in such company gives me much unease as well. I trust you will not take it amiss if I speak to your father about this matter myself."

"You may speak to my father about whatever you choose, sir - but what could you tell him that I had not?"

"There is much I could say, as you know."

"But Mr. Darcy, surely there is no need for you to expose yourself and your private concerns simply because of my silly sister," said Elizabeth reasonably. "Truly, there is no need."

"In good conscience, that is not how I see it. Your father is a trustworthy man, I believe."

Elizabeth nodded, but she looked worried. "He is most trustworthy indeed - but are you sure you know what you are doing?"

"I do," said Darcy resolutely. "In cases such as these, it is better to err on the side of caution. It is a lesson I received much pain to learn."

To this Elizabeth could say nothing; and they continued to walk in silence for a moment. Darcy, not wishing such a pleasant interlude to end on an unhappy note, exerted himself to speak of other things.

"You know my sister is staying with us at Netherfield."

"Oh! Yes, Mr. Bingley mentioned it," said Elizabeth with interest.

"I would like...that is, if you would do me the honour...I should like to introduce her to you, while she is here," said Darcy awkwardly.

Elizabeth smiled. "Of course, Mr. Darcy. I would be very happy to meet her. Is she friendly with Mr. Bingley's sisters?"

Darcy gave her an embarrassed smile. "Miss Bingley admires my sister very much, but I am afraid that Georgiana finds them both...intimidating. She is shy, and only sixteen."

"Miss Bingley's admiration of your sister was much spoken of to my sister at one time," said Elizabeth playfully.

"Indeed," said Darcy, amused. "Miss Bingley's admiration is not to be escaped."

"Mr. Bingley has escaped it, I fear," remarked Elizabeth, and Darcy laughed.

"Yes, she and Mrs. Hurst were not expecting our sudden return to Netherfield; but Mr. Bingley asked them to come, for Georgiana's sake."

"I see," said Elizabeth, smiling; and, as they had reached the house, she released his arm, and they stepped inside.

Chapter Sixteen - Happy News

"Oh, Lizzy!" exclaimed Mrs. Bennet, rushing out of the sitting room. "Such good news! And Mr. Darcy! You will be happy to be the first to congratulate your friend!"

"Mama!" smiled Elizabeth, trying to hold her mother's fluttering hands as Mrs. Bennet kissed her soundly on the cheek. "Where are they?"

"Oh, they are inside, in the sitting room! That is, Jane is in there; Mr. Bingley has gone to talk to your father. What wonderful news! Is it not marvellous, Mr. Darcy?"

"Indeed, madam," said Darcy with a smile and a bow. "Allow me to offer you and your husband my felicitations."

"What a gentleman you are, sir," said Mrs. Bennet, overflowing with the milk of human kindness. "You must excuse me now, for I have so much to do!" And she hurried out of the hallway towards the kitchens.

Elizabeth turned to Darcy with a heartfelt smile, then all but ran into the sitting room to see Jane. Darcy drew a deep breath, and followed. As he came in the sisters were embracing joyfully, all smiles and exclamations of happiness. At Darcy's approach Elizabeth pulled back, looking with pride and affection at Jane.

"Oh, Jane," she grinned, and kissed her once more on the cheek.

"My warmest congratulations, Miss Bennet," said Darcy sincerely, and he bowed over Jane's hand, kissing it.

"Thank you, Mr. Darcy," said Jane softly, her eyes shining with contentment and delight.

"I believe you will be very happy together," said Darcy with a smile. "I have never seen Charles so happy in his life as he has been these last few days."

"How could they be otherwise?" laughed Elizabeth, tears in her eyes. "Neither of them even knows what a bad mood is, I'll wager. Have you ever seen two more perfectly matched people, Mr. Darcy?"

"No indeed," lied Darcy, unable even to look at Elizabeth; so he bestowed his warm gaze on her sister, who blushed. At that moment the door was flung open, and Bingley bounded through it.

"Darcy!" he exclaimed, his face creased with a smile so broad it was at risk of splitting. "Have you heard?"

"Well done, Bingley!" said Darcy, smiling as he stepped forward to shake his friend's hand vigorously and clap him on the shoulder. "Congratulations!"

Bingley could hardly speak, he was so happy. When he had released Darcy's hand, he grasped Elizabeth's and beamed at her as she offered her warmest good wishes.

"You must call me Charles!" he insisted, kissing her cheek. "And I shall call you Elizabeth - if you don't mind, that is!"

"Of course I don't mind," Elizabeth smiled, kissing his cheek in return. "I have always wanted a brother - and Jane could not have caught me a better one!"

"Lizzy!" said Jane, flushing as she laughed.

"Come, Jane, we have to tell your other sisters," said Bingley, to excited to stand still for long. And he pulled Jane out the door, leaving Elizabeth and Darcy alone. Elizabeth let out a contented sigh, and Darcy's eyes sparkled with good humour.

"You know, Miss Bennet, just this moment makes me glad I overheard your conversation with Mrs. Collins that day. If nothing else, it has led to the happiness of two of the most deserving people I know."

"A strange course, but somehow fitting," Elizabeth grinned, then let out a breath and rolled her eyes. "But you must excuse me, Mr. Darcy - I really ought to go and check on my mother."

"Of course," said Darcy, a flash of regret in his expression. "And I must find your father."

"Try the library - if I know Papa, he will be hiding in a book and trying not to hear all the explosions of delight currently rocking this poor establishment."

Chapter Seventeen - Consequences

Darcy's interview with Mr. Bennet was fairly lengthy. When he emerged, his face was grave; he was polite to all, but was insistent that he return to Netherfield at once. Elizabeth did not see him leave, as she was upstairs with her mother, watching in frustration while Mrs. Bennet rummaged through Jane's closets like an avenging angel. She finally ran downstairs just in time to see her father, clad in his little-used riding gear, heading for the front door.

"Papa," she called out, aware from the tension in his back that he was upset. "What is the matter?"

He turned to face her, his face creased with worry. "Lizzy, my child. Nothing is wrong; I am just going in to Meryton on business." He smiled and patted her hand, but the smile did not reach his kindly blue eyes, which held distress and a trace of anger.

"Papa, I know what Mr. Darcy has told you," Elizabeth said quietly and urgently. "What are you going to do?"

"How is it that you know such a thing?" demanded Mr. Bennet with a puzzled frown. But immediately he held up a hand. "No: do not tell me. I am determined that nothing shall delay me. I am off to have a word with Colonel Forster, and there will be plenty of time to speak when I return."

Elizabeth almost dreaded her father's return later that afternoon. His business with Colonel Forster could only concern Mr. Wickham, and she almost did not want to know what had been spoken. This feeling warred with her natural curiousity, producing a conflict of interests that gave her a little distress; but with Jane so happy and the whole house in active upheaval, she had nearly no time to dwell on it. At length he was back; and with a rolling of his eyes, he signalled Elizabeth to join him in the library.

"Come in, my love, and make yourself comfortable," said Mr. Bennet as soon as Elizabeth opened the door. She did so, settling into her favourite chair next to his bookshelf. She shot her father a wary glance; he seemed more than a little disturbed, and heaved a sigh as he sat in the chair next to hers. He scratched at his head, and pulled at his cravat, and sighed again; but at last he spoke.

"It seems I owe you an apology, Lizzy."

"If you speak of our little talk a few days ago, I beg you to forget it, Papa," said Elizabeth quietly. "You had no way of knowing the unpleasant facts; and I could not tell you."

"Yes, yes," said Mr. Bennet, sitting forward and turning to face her. "But still, I cannot be comfortable with my own complacence. If your Mr. Darcy had not intervened, I would quite happily have let Lydia go off to Brighton - though even the objections you gave me should have been enough to force my hand."

Elizabeth blushed, and looked away. "He is not my Mr. Darcy, father."

"Hmph!" said Mr. Bennet, amused. "I may be old and foolish, my dear Lizzy, but I am not blind. I should be flattered, I suppose, that such a great man condescends to show interest in one of my daughters."

"Papa." Elizabeth chided him, uncomfortable. Mr. Bennet gave an impish smile, and squeezed her hand; then he leaned back in his seat, his face resuming its previous scowl.

"Well! I may hope my folly has been undone. As you have no doubt surmised, my visit to Colonel Forster had a specific purpose; and that was to discuss the character of one of his officers."

"What did the Colonel say?" asked Elizabeth, gravely.

"He was not greatly surprised to hear of my concerns. You may be assured that I did not betray any of the particulars in my representations - but the Colonel was able to confirm that he had already begun to suspect Mr. Wickham of several of the charges I laid at his door. It seems there are gambling debts, bad credit and other scrapes aplenty to trouble our bold fellow in Meryton alone."

"And now? What is to happen now?"

"Colonel Forster was rather upset at having his suspicions confirmed, I fear. He is quite determined to dismiss Wickham from the regiment immediately."

Elizabeth rubbed at her forehead and closed her eyes, uncertain of how to feel at this news.

"And as for Lydia," continued Mr. Bennet, "She may scream the house down if she so desires, but she is not going to Brighton or anywhere else until she has learned some sense!"

Elizabeth looked over at her father. His self-recrimination was plain to see. "I am ashamed of myself, yet again, Lizzy," he said, with a bitter smile. "Never mind; the sensation will pass away soon enough. But perhaps before it dies off this time, my conscience may be spurred to a little more action. Do you know of any dour, stern tutors?"

"No," laughed Elizabeth. "I am afraid not!"

"Oh well, perhaps I might advertise. But Lizzy, before I do: pray tell me about Mr. Darcy, and why he saw fit to tell you his family problems." Mr. Bennet fixed his favourite daughter with a knowing look. Elizabeth blushed, unsure of where to begin. But her father was waiting eagerly, so she forced herself to speak.

"You are quite aware, Papa, of my previous dislike for Mr. Darcy, as I certainly made no secret of it."

"Indeed," Mr. Bennet agreed, "None of us were disposed to think highly of him, but you seemed particularly irritated."

"I was - for two reasons, both of which give me so much shame to now think on that you will forgive me if I do not elaborate." She glanced over at her father, who gave her an understanding look and a nod.

"I continued in this dislike until late in our visit to Hunsford. I am sure you could not avoid knowing that Mr. Darcy and his cousin happened to visit their aunt, the venerable Lady Catherine de Bourgh, whilst we were at the Collins'."

"I believe one or two people may have mentioned it within my hearing," said Mr. Bennet dryly. "Go on, my dear, such anticipation is not good for an old man!"

"Forgive me, but it is not easy to tell," said Elizabeth, and with a deep breath she continued. "Mr. Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam - who is an excellent man, may I add - paid us regular visits at the parsonage; and Mr. Darcy even joined me on several of my walks through the woods at Rosings. He remained silent and disagreeable throughout, or so I thought him." Here she paused, and her father drew breath to berate her again for keeping him in suspense; but she went on before he could speak.

"Until one morning, when Charlotte and I went walking together, and I was airing my opinions rather freely, as is my habit. Unbeknownst to either of us, Mr. Darcy was also present in the grove, and he heard every nasty thing I had to say about him, and several other things besides."

"Oho!" said Mr. Bennet, greatly amused and interested. "Go on, Lizzy! What happened next?"

"Well, nothing immediately; he did not reveal himself. But when we met later that morning, his manners had changed considerably. He was more open and agreeable, and I did some cheeky things to which he did not react at all as I had expected. Then, two days later we met again in the same grove, and the poor fellow confessed many things to me. I must admit the discussion got a little heated. I will not tell you all we spoke of, but chief among the topics was the matter of Mr. Wickham." She let out a deep breath, and looked her father in the eye. "You cannot imagine how mortified I felt, Papa, to be so mistaken in my judgement towards two such men, and so imprudent in my expression of it."

"My goodness me, Elizabeth!" said Mr. Bennet, amazed by what his ears were telling him. "Someone should write a book about all these dramas - I am sure it would sell impressively!" But he reached over and held his daughter's hand, and his eyes held much compassion.

"We parted on rather poor terms," said Elizabeth wryly. "But I was at least as upset with myself, as with him. And I could not be at peace with myself until I had apologised to him - which I finally got the opportunity to do this morning."

"He accepted your apology, I may assume," said Mr. Bennet.

"More than that," said Elizabeth, colouring. "He insisted that I had done nothing wrong, that the fault was all his. He apologised to me most sincerely for his past conduct, and asked if we could not be friends."

"So now you are friends," said Mr. Bennet, watching Elizabeth closely. "Well, my love, it is clear that you have left out as much as you put in, in relating to me this extraordinary tale - but I will respect your privacy. I will be watching matters closely, however, and if at any time you need a shoulder to cry on, you know where I am."

"Thank you, Papa," said Elizabeth softly; and leaning over, she kissed her father's cheek. She stood to leave, and as she did so, her father sighed.

"Lizzy, when you go out, find Lydia and ask her to come in for a moment."

Chapter Eighteen - Netherfield

A new day dawned at Longbourn. The house looked deceptively peaceful from the outside, but the occasional raised voice echoing from within afforded no doubt that things were afoot. Mrs. Bennet did not know which way to turn. Her eldest daughter was to be married, and to a most deserving young man of good fortune; but her youngest was in dire umbrage, for just yesterday Mr. Bennet had put his foot down, and Lydia was not to go to Brighton after all. To add to the confusion, she was holding in her hand an invitation from Mr. Bingley to all the Bennet family, to dine at Netherfield that very evening.

"Oh, Hill!" she bemoaned. "Why does Lydia not stop that incessant shouting! Has she no compassion on my nerves?"

Mrs. Hill said nothing, as was her wont, but continued to assist her mistress with her hair.

"Lizzy!" called Mrs. Bennet irritably, as that daughter tried to sneak past her mother's open door.

"Yes, Mama?" said Elizabeth dutifully.

"Where is Jane? You must all bathe today, for look!" and she gave Elizabeth the invitation, unable to restrain a laugh. "Go and make sure they are all out of bed; and tell Lydia she shall not be coming with us if she does not cease that racket this instant!" Her tetchy mood returned as swiftly as it had left.

Elizabeth and Hill exchanged a quick glance.

"Yes, Mama," said Elizabeth with a strained smile, and she went to carry out her mother's orders. She met Mary in the hall. "Walk softly, Mary - for Mama has a headache already, and we are all going to Netherfield tonight."

"Netherfield?" said Mary, frowning. "Then I should practice that new piece I have been working on." She turned to go back to her room, but not before firing a parting shot at Elizabeth: "And tell Kitty and Lydia I am not to be disturbed!"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, and walked with resignation in the direction of her younger sister's room, where Kitty was also. Dreadful sounds were coming out of it.

The carriage pulled up at Netherfield Hall late in the afternoon, and the occupants alighted. Lydia was sulking, and would not look at her father or Elizabeth, who had spoken some very stern words to her that morning. Kitty was excited, and was first out the door. Jane was feeling both ecstatic and nervous; it would be, after all, her first meeting with her future family in that capacity. Mary was silent. She had made an effort to criticise Lydia earlier in the day, and was still smarting from Lydia's cruel remarks in reply. Elizabeth was almost as nervous as Jane; setting aside the worry of meeting with his sister, her new understanding with Mr. Darcy was not something she wanted disrupted - and she felt that if anything could erode his dubious regard for her it would be the antics of a carriage full of Bennets. As for her parents, they were themselves: Mrs. Bennet was as excited as Kitty, and kept making comments to poor Jane; Mr. Bennet was looking forward to an evening of amusements - for his was the study of human folly, and he was certain to find plenty of it at Netherfield.

Mr. Bingley and Miss Bingley met them at the door. Mrs. Bennet greeted her new son-in-law to be with blissful verbosity, and gushed over Miss Bingley's elegant appearance. Mr. Bingley welcomed them all with an effusion of good will; his sister was more restrained, though Mrs. Bennet clearly did not notice anything amiss. Mr. Bennet, however, smirked and waggled his eyebrows at Elizabeth as they went in, almost causing her to lose her composure.

So intent was she on maintaining control of her features that she quite forgot to look where she was going and almost collided with Darcy, who had been lurking about the foyer waiting for her appearance.

"Oh! Mr. Darcy!" she exclaimed, and laughed. "My apologies, sir; it appears I must remember to concentrate as I walk." She shot her father a quick look of reprimand; he, unabashed, turned to greet Mr. and Mrs. Hurst.

"Miss Bennet," said Darcy, and bowed deeply. His eyes, when she met them, sparkled with sardonic amusement - and she realised that he had been watching the whole exchange, and did not disapprove. The same could not be said for Caroline Bingley, who had seen the warm gaze that Darcy bestowed upon Elizabeth, and his evident pleasure at seeing her. Miss Bingley's eyes narrowed; but her attention was soon called away by Jane, who was smiling innocently at her and saying how glad she was that they were soon to be related. Of course Miss Bingley could only reply in kind, and when the chance arose to look around again Darcy and Elizabeth were gone.

Chapter Nineteen - Evening Conversation

Darcy had escorted Elizabeth into the drawing room, where his sister awaited them in great trepidation. Almost shyly, he introduced the two. Elizabeth was immediately impressed by Miss Darcy, who had her brother's dark eyes, though none of his confident manner. Indeed, it was difficult to meet her gaze; but the glimpses Elizabeth had assured her that Georgiana Darcy was intelligent and perceptive - though so shy she found it difficult to speak. She stood close to Mr. Darcy, and it was obvious that they were close emotionally as well. Darcy endeavoured to include his sister in their conversation as much as possible; his manner with her was gentle and patient, and Elizabeth was glad to see it.

"I understand you like the countryside, Miss Darcy," Elizabeth remarked warmly.

"Oh, yes," said the young lady softly. "I much prefer the country to town." Here she stopped, and would go no further.

"Our estate at Pemberley is very pleasant, with fine walks and views," said Darcy. "My sister has lately been much in London for her education; but she greatly enjoys to return home. Is it not so, Georgiana?"

"Indeed," said Georgiana, almost blushing. Bravely she ventured a comment of her own - Miss Bennet was easy to talk with, and very encouraging company. "My brother tells me you like the outdoors, Miss Bennet."

"Oh, I love it," said Elizabeth easily. "Some would say my greatest talent is walking long distances."

"I am sure that is not true, Miss Bennet," said Georgiana awkwardly. "I have heard that you are a very talented musician."

Elizabeth shot a look at Darcy, wondering how much he had discussed with his sister. "To say such a thing would be to exaggerate my talents greatly, I assure you!" she said, with a broad smile. "But I did hear that music is a favourite pastime of yours."

"Yes - that is, I love to listen to it - but I am not very good at playing."

"Come now, Miss Darcy, I am sure you are too modest," said Elizabeth with sincerity, causing Miss Darcy to blush with pleasure. Voices from the hall outside warned them of other company approaching, and Elizabeth thought she could see Miss Darcy visibly withdraw into a shell as the door opened. Miss Bingley led the way, all elegance in a deep green gown with matching feathers.

"Dear Georgiana, there you are," she said loudly, with a smile that did not quite reach her eyes. "You must meet my delightful friend Jane and the rest of her family. You have already been introduced to Miss Eliza, I see."

"Yes," said Miss Darcy in a small voice, looking not a little frightened as Kitty and Lydia poured into the room. Lydia's bad mood was quite forgotten, and she was admiring the furnishings vigorously in company with her sister and mother. Mr. Bingley followed them, seeming to resemble a twig caught in a flood. Elizabeth rolled her eyes; the gesture was quite visible to Mr. Darcy and his sister. Mr. Darcy gave her an amused look; Miss Darcy just looked overwhelmed.

"Do not be alarmed, Miss Darcy," Elizabeth whispered to her, before Miss Bingley could approach. "My sisters may act like wild creatures, but actually they are friendly girls and do not bite at all."

This had the desired effect, and Miss Darcy smiled, and relaxed a little.

"Georgiana," drawled Miss Bingley, "May I present Miss Jane Bennet, who is soon to be my sister."

Jane, composed and mildly-spoken as always, greeted Miss Darcy in such an amiable manner that her spirits were soon quite high again. Darcy looked with renewed approval at the two elder Bennet girls; with a pang he realised once more the justice of Elizabeth's previous condemnations of him, for she and her sister were much more pleasant and engaging than Miss Bingley or Mrs. Hurst, accomplished ladies of society though they were. Their manners were easy and unaffected, especially Elizabeth's, with no false dignity or intimidating expectations; and he was very pleased to see that Georgiana responded warmly to their encouragements.

"You must come and meet the other Bennets," said Miss Bingley, trying to interrupt what was far too easy a conversation for her liking.

"Yes, come and meet my sisters," said Elizabeth with a friendly smile, impinging on Caroline's hoped-for role as sole protector of Miss Darcy. "Excuse us, Mr. Darcy," said Elizabeth, glancing at him warmly as she escorted the apprehensive Georgiana to beard the lions. Miss Bingley joined them as they moved away; Darcy was amused at the look on her face. Had he too been so small-minded, not so long ago? His musings were interrupted by Jane Bennet, who was still standing close by.

"I have not yet had the opportunity to thank you, Mr. Darcy," she said in her soft voice, though her blue eyes were disconcertingly observant.

"To thank me, Miss Bennet?" he said, confused.

"Yes; for Charles told me how you encouraged him. But forgive me; I did not mean to interrupt your thoughts."

"No, no - you are not interrupting. I was merely watching my sister; you may have noticed how uneasy she is in company."

You were watching my sister, too, Jane wanted to say; but instead she smiled, and lowered her eyes. "Your sister is a lovely girl, Mr. Darcy. I hope I shall have the pleasure of your company often in the future."

"I am sure you shall," said Darcy. "You will probably tire of us before long; for I intend to visit you regularly."

"One can never tire of pleasant company and intelligent conversation," smiled Jane. "I believe you and your sister shall provide both."

Darcy smiled at her, but his rejoinder was abruptly rendered pointless as Bingley enthusiastically interrupted them.

"My dear Jane," he said, his blue eyes intent on her own. "Come and see the rest of the house! I must show you everything. Sorry, Darcy!" he grinned, as he dragged his fiancée away.

Darcy shook his head fondly at Bingley's departing back and Jane's fleeting farewell and gentle scolding. He turned, hoping to see where Elizabeth and Georgiana had gone to, and was met squarely by the gaze of Mr. Bennet, who had approached unnoticed.

"Mr. Darcy," said Mr. Bennet, nodding his head in greeting. "A lovely evening; and the amusements will flow on, no doubt."

"Amusements?"

"What else would you call it, when you have Mr. Bingley's sisters and my wife and daughters all in the one house?" said Mr. Bennet cheerfully. Darcy let out a short bark of laughter despite himself; for though the observation was not quite proper, it was certainly accurate. He gave Mr. Bennet an amused glance.

"It is not hard to see where your daughter gets her sense of humour, sir," he remarked.

Mr. Bennet eyed him shrewdly. "Lizzy, you mean? Yes, a keen wit and a sharp tongue - and I hope a little more wisdom than her poor old father. Certainly she is a good deal better looking than I ever was."

Mr. Darcy could not restrain a smile. Mr. Bennet's direct manner was oddly refreshing - it was clear where Elizabeth got her blunt candour from, as well. "I am sure you are too modest, Mr. Bennet." He said diplomatically; but his tone was warm, and his eyes friendly.

"Well, well," said Mr. Bennet, "We none of us become prettier with age, I'll warrant. Still, there are those who try their best, and it does them credit, I'm sure. And some manage to accumulate their experience to advantage, though most, like myself, just grow more like themselves with every passing year."

"You enjoy the observation of the human condition, I conclude?" said Darcy, warming to the subject; and so they spent the time before dinner, conversing agreeably.

After an excellent meal, the ladies removed to the drawing room, while the gentleman went to the library to enjoy an after-dinner brandy and some discussion of politics and sport. Mr. Hurst was a little more alert than was usual in company, for he did not mind Mr. Bennet's gentle witticisms. But the prospect of joining the ladies soon undid him, and he sought solace in the glass. By the time the others stood to leave, Hurst's eyes were glazed. Bingley and Darcy looked at him with a mixture of disapproval and sympathy.

The gentlemen entered the drawing room to hear Mary Bennet playing the pianoforte with her usual dedication, while her mother listened in evident pleasure. Miss Darcy, Kitty and Lydia were chattering away in one corner; or rather, two of the girls were chattering and one was listening in fascination. Mrs. Bennet's two elder daughters were conversing with Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst; to Darcy's amusement, they were talking about Lady Catherine de Bourgh and Rosings Park. Elizabeth was regaling them with sumptuous exaggerations that would have done credit to Mr. Collins, though his tone would have been less agreeable. Jane kept looking away as if she feared she would burst out laughing as Elizabeth mischievously played her audience, who were wide-eyed, though affecting nonchalance.

"How much did you say that chimney-piece cost?" said Louisa Hurst, finally unable to keep the awe out of her voice.

"Oh, above twelve hundred pounds, at least!" said Elizabeth. "But what I loved most about the visit was the huge fountain on the drive, in front of the manor. It was fully twenty feet tall, and shaped like a knight on horseback! And you'll never guess where the water came out."

At this Jane could take no more, and she mumbled something about a tickle in her throat and fled towards the drinks table. Bingley moved to intercept her; Darcy, with a smile, advanced on the storyteller.

"Where did the water come out, Miss Bennet?" he enquired in a solemn tone.

She turned to face him, a little startled, but recovered almost immediately. "Mr. Darcy," she said teasingly, mirth dancing in her eyes, "Is of course well aware where the water comes out, as he has seen it himself many times." Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst looked at her, astonished. Darcy had never seen them speechless before, and he nodded his head in a sardonic salute to Elizabeth.

"Miss Bennet is teasing you," he said, his gaze locked on hers. "The water comes out of the visor. It is a very humorous fountain."

Miss Bingley laughed obligingly, her sister joining her.

"Miss Bennet," said Darcy abruptly, before Miss Bingley could entertain him with her wit, "Have you had the chance to see the gardens here at Netherfield?"

"Not properly, sir," Elizabeth answered him. "I did see some of them on my last visit."

"The air in the gardens at night is particularly refreshing," he said, with an intent look.

"Now that you mention it, this room is a little stuffy," she said, wondering why he wanted to talk with her alone.

"Perhaps a brief turn outside would clear your head, Miss Bennet," he said gravely. "I would be happy to escort you."

"Thank you, sir. You are all kindness," said Elizabeth graciously.

"If you will excuse us, ladies. We shall return shortly," said Darcy, bowing to Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst. He and Elizabeth quit the room; as soon as they were in the relative peace of the hall, his manner seemed to relax a little, and they strolled together out the front door.

Chapter Twenty - In the Garden

Elizabeth breathed the night air appreciatively. "I hope I did not offend you with my tales of Rosings Park," she said, as they walked down the steps. "It is only that Miss Bingley was praising your house in London and her intimacy with its every room in such a manner that I could not resist a little mischief."

Darcy gave a low laugh, and looked down at his companion.

"You do not like Miss Bingley much, do you?"

"She likes herself well enough to account for several people's regard," retorted Elizabeth with humour. "She does not require my approbation - but I believe she covets yours."

Darcy looked a little uncomfortable at this gentle teasing. "You are very forthright with your opinions, Miss Bennet."

"Many people are forthright with their opinions, Mr. Darcy," she replied.

"Yes," he said with a smile, "But perhaps their opinions are not so exacting as your own."

She blushed in the darkness, reminded of his inadvertent eavesdropping at Rosings. "It is fortunate, then, that I restrict my strongest judgements to the custody of trustworthy ears, is it not?"

"Indeed," said Darcy feelingly. "I consider it a privilege that you view me as such."

She smiled. "It is a privilege you may soon tire of, sir, if you solicit my opinion too often."

"Perhaps not; I am developing quite a taste for honest speaking," said Darcy with a smile. "Your father has been entertaining me with more of the same, this evening. "

"Papa!" Elizabeth laughed. "You may take that as a compliment, Mr. Darcy, for he only entertains people he likes - and he is quite particular."

Darcy smiled, and was silent for a moment. Elizabeth listened to the gravel crunching under their feet, and tilted her head to look up at the stars. She let out an involuntary sigh at the beauty of the sight; Darcy watched her, entranced. He was strongly tempted to touch her, to see her turn towards him, to beg most humbly for her hand in marriage - but he knew it was too soon. Since their agreement at Longbourn he had been most gratified and surprised to sense that the desire for friendship was as genuine on her part as it was on his; but she did not yet love him. His heart swelled with hope, though, at the thought that she might yet come to feel something for him, for it seemed as if she trusted him. If she could like him, if she could be easy and enjoy his company, then perhaps, someday...

Elizabeth looked up at her companion, who had been silent for some time now. "And what are you thinking of, sir, that absorbs you so completely?"

Darcy blushed, grateful for the darkness which had hidden his stares and now his embarrassment. "I was thinking how lucky I am, Miss Bennet, to count you my friend. That was actually why I wanted to speak with you in private - I wanted to thank you for your kindness to my sister."

"Oh," she said, a laugh in her voice. "That was no hardship, as your sister is delightful, as you are well aware."

"Then could I ask...would you mind if we visited you at Longbourn tomorrow?"

"Come Mr. Darcy, you did not ask me outside to raise such a question as that. Of course I would be most happy to see you both - but tell me what is really bothering you, or I shall scream," said Elizabeth, trying to make out his features in the dark, and failing.

"You are too perceptive," said Darcy awkwardly. "Forgive me; it is difficult for me to speak easily of such things. Georgiana is very shy, as you no doubt noticed - and I was hoping - well, you are not shy, and she needs a friend who can help her to open up a bit..."

"You want me to take her under my wing, so to speak?" said Elizabeth slowly, amazed.

"Yes, exactly," said Darcy, glad once again that she could not see him blushing.

"Me? You want your sister to be influenced by me?" Elizabeth could still not quite believe what he was asking.

"I know it is a considerable favour to ask of you..." Darcy began, but Elizabeth cut him short.

"You mistake me, sir. I am completely flattered that you hold me in such regard, though I know not why - but are you sure it is wise?"

There was an awkward pause, then Darcy spoke.

"Miss Bennet, you are an outgoing, energetic young woman who is also possessed of wit, sensitivity and discretion. You have the ability to make people feel at ease with you and with themselves. You do not place undue importance on appearances, preferring to concentrate on character. I can think of no one whose company would benefit my sister more."

Elizabeth looked at him, speechless. She could make out no details of his expression, but his tone was perfectly serious. After a few moments she managed to make a reply.

"I...I would be honoured, Mr. Darcy."

"Thank you, Miss Bennet," said Darcy, his tone heartfelt.

"But, Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth blurted, thankful indeed that he could not see her blushing, "What of my family? I know that their behaviour disturbs you - "

"Please, Miss Bennet," Darcy interrupted firmly. "My sister is a sensible girl; and I believe it would do her good to be exposed to...er...freer manners than she has so far witnessed. The formal behaviour of her acquaintances to this time have not eased her fears. Under your good auspices, I can only consider the entire experience to be a most worthwhile venture."

Elizabeth shook her head. "Very well. But on your own head be it if Miss Darcy starts chasing officers!"

Laughter rang through the darkened grounds of Netherfield Park.

Chapter Twenty-one - Evening's End

Shortly thereafter Darcy and Elizabeth returned to the warmth and light of the house. Miss Bingley happened to be in the hall when they entered, and she eyed the pair with interest. They walked at a respectable distance from one another, and she could detect no evidence of any intimacy between them; but something in the sound of their voices gave her pause. Eyes narrowing, she realised what it was; Darcy's voice was more relaxed and friendly in tone than she had ever heard before. Suspicions of his very real partiality for this country-bred, impertinent upstart resurfaced with a vengeance, and Miss Bingley felt a surge of jealous anger pulse through her. She could not fathom how a man like Darcy, a man of more sense and taste than most, could possibly find the likes of Elizabeth Bennet seriously attractive. Her family was poor, and her relatives laughable; why could Darcy not see what she was after? But to show such feelings would never do, so she fixed a smile on her face and called out to them.

"There you are, Mr. Darcy. Charles has been looking for you everywhere! We are going to have some music, and you must come and convince dear Georgiana to play for us."

Elizabeth cast a mirthful glance at Darcy, who sighed as they approached Miss Bingley.

"I hope we have not been gone too long," smiled Elizabeth politely. "The delay was my fault; I was enjoying the stars and the fresh air too much."

Miss Bingley gave her a patronising look. "Yes, the simple pleasures of life! How lovely they are; but they cannot compare to the sophistications of society and culture - do you not agree, Mr. Darcy?"

"I agree that they cannot be compared," said Darcy, his tone reacquiring the faint reserve with which Miss Bingley was so familiar. She smirked at his answer, but he continued: "How can one compare a tree and a lamp-post? Like society, a lamp-post has a function and it serves it well; Nature, however, has a purpose beyond our comprehension. We can only marvel at it, and play at its imitation."

"Indeed," agreed Elizabeth wholeheartedly, while Miss Bingley frowned, not quite having grasped Darcy's point. "What pale, lifeless imitations we attempt! But even our meagre echoes can boast a beauty of their own; like art, for instance, or music."

Darcy gave Elizabeth an appreciative glance. "You are quite correct, madam; so shall we go in?"

He gestured to the ladies, and they preceded him to the drawing room.

The rest of the evening was spent most pleasantly. Several of the ladies took turns at the pianoforte, and the company agreed that Mrs. Hurst was the best player, though Miss Eliza had the sweeter voice. Accordingly they were persuaded to perform a song together, and were applauded so vigorously by some that an encore was called for. Elizabeth then made the evening for her sister Mary by inviting her up to sing a duet with them, which was also well received. Georgiana, much buoyed by the admiration of Kitty and Lydia, managed to play a lovely piece while Elizabeth turned the pages for her to bolster her confidence. After the music, coffee and tea were served, and card tables set up, to the delight of the younger Bennet girls. They sat down with Jane and Bingley, and a second foursome was made up of Mrs. Bennet, the Hursts and Miss Bingley. The remainder of the party were quite content with making conversation, and sat together by the fire speaking of all sorts of things. The talk was mainly fuelled by Elizabeth and her father, who were used to discussing all manner of topics together; but an effort was made to include Miss Darcy, and Mary was not forgotten. She was in an agreeable mood, not least because her younger sisters were too busy to compete with her for attention, and was able to contribute reasonably intelligently to the discussion. Mr. Darcy was content to watch for the most part, amused as he never thought he could be by the odd interactions of the various Bennets and the other members of the room. Elizabeth caught his expression, and gave him a smile and a thoughtful look, with which he was most pleased.

At length the lateness of the hour prevailed, and the Bennet family departed Netherfield, well content. The carriage ride home was a lively one, what with Mrs. Bennet's raptures over this and that, echoed and magnified by Kitty and Lydia. Mr. Bennet interjected the occasional acerbic comment on the commentary; but his elder daughters were nearly silent. Jane was too happy to speak; Elizabeth was lost in her thoughts, staring out the window at the moon. Her father, glancing over at her, smiled. He was to lose one sensible companion when Jane was married - would he soon thereafter have the bittersweet pleasure of losing his most beloved Lizzy? At that moment Elizabeth stirred, and becoming aware of her rather loud surroundings she looked about the carriage, meeting her father's penetrating gaze. She was unable to stop the blush that coloured her cheeks; he winked at her, and she rolled her eyes with as much humour as she could muster.

Chapter Twenty-two - A Visit To Longbourn

Breakfast at Netherfield the next morning was a quiet affair, for none of the gentlemen were feeling talkative. Mr. Hurst was feeling ill; Mr. Bingley was lost in a dreamy reverie; Darcy was silent. Georgiana had little to say, as usual, so Miss Bingley felt it was up to her to get them all started.

"I wonder what it was, Louisa, that Mr. Darcy and Miss Eliza had to hide last night, when they snuck off to the garden." She directed a teasing glance at Darcy.

"Snuck off?" said Bingley, roused to attention. "Did you sneak off, Darcy? If so, it wasn't for long; I hardly noticed you were gone."

"You hardly noticed anything, dear brother, when Jane was with you," observed Mrs. Hurst, and she and her sister tittered, while Bingley blushed and looked uncomfortable.

"Come, Mr. Darcy. What great secrets did you speak of?" said Miss Bingley, leaning on the table in Darcy's direction. Georgiana, sitting between the two, looked embarrassed and concentrated mightily on her food. Darcy gave no answer, so she continued.

"Something about the beauties of nature, perhaps, or the care and feeding of poultry. Or reading!"

"Yes, Miss Bennet is a great reader, is she not?" Mrs. Hurst chimed in mischievously. "Does she read romances, do you suppose, Caroline?"

"Of course," said Miss Bingley decisively. "What else would a girl of her background read? Why, her prospects in real life..."

Here she was interrupted by a voice, apologetic but determined, from the head of the table. "She reads history and philosophy."

Everyone looked in surprise at Bingley, whose face was flushed, but resolute.

"How do you know that, Bingley?" said Darcy with the hint of a smile.

"Why, her sister told me. They read novels, too, of course. But Miss Elizabeth has a great love of history and philosophy." Bingley looked defiantly at his sisters. "And she reads Shakespeare, and Erasmus Darwin; and she plays chess."

"Chess!" said Miss Bingley in a disparaging tone. "I am sure no ladies of my acquaintance play chess! Next you will tell us she shoots, as well." She directed a meaningful look across the table at her sister, and they both laughed.

"I do not know if she goes shooting," came Darcy's deep voice, "But Georgiana and I are going to visit her this morning, with Charles." And he stood up from the table, and went to the window, presenting Miss Bingley with his back. He said nothing more beyond the occasional polite response until breakfast was finished, and the three were able to call the carriage and depart.

Miss Darcy's first visit to Longbourn was most interesting and enjoyable. The famous Mrs. Bennet, of whom she was quite fearful after last night and Miss Bingley's stories, was quite subdued at the thought of both Darcys in her home; but Mr. Bennet emerged from hiding to speak with them cheerfully, and Elizabeth and Jane were so agreeable that soon Miss Darcy forgot her fear and began to relax. Kitty and Mary were also glad to see her, and all the young ladies (except Jane, who went walking in the garden with Bingley) sat together quite happily, drinking tea and talking amongst themselves whilst Darcy sat with Mr. and Mrs. Bennet.

"Where is your other sister, Lydia?" Georgiana ventured shyly, after several minutes of conversation.

"Oh, she is sulking!" announced Kitty with a grin. "She was invited to go to Brighton with the Colonel Forster and his wife, don't you know, but Papa has refused to let her go! And this morning she asked him again if she could go, for the regiment are to leave in only four days, but he would have none of it! She is not even allowed to go to Meryton. So she is upstairs in her room, and says she will not come down for anyone!"

Miss Darcy's eyes widened at this most forward revelation, and she fell silent. Kitty continued on with her tales of Lydia's misfortune, her manner so friendly and open that Georgiana quickly lost all sense of embarrassment on anyone's behalf. She had always longed to have a sister herself, and this was the closest she had ever come to understanding what that might have meant. Clearly there were aggravations involved - but the sense of family she received from this gathering of strong and distinct personalities was one she envied. She directed a quick look at her brother, grateful that he had brought her to Longbourn, but he was not watching her. Georgiana followed his gaze; it was fixed on Elizabeth, who was looking out the window into the garden as Kitty rambled on.

Suddenly Mary interrupted in an acerbic tone.

"Well I for one think Lydia deserves every bit of embarrassment she may be feeling over having the Colonel's invitation refused by Papa. Goodness knows she never behaves herself in public; I shudder to imagine what she would have been like at Brighton!"

This statement drew Elizabeth's attention back to the discussion.

"Perhaps you are right, Mary - but we will never know now, and after all no harm has come of anything," she gave a small smile. "When Lydia has calmed down she will doubtless return to normal, and you and she may disagree as much as you choose."

Mary looked a little affronted, but this seemed to be quite the normal state of affairs with Mary as far as Miss Darcy could tell.

The girls continued chatting, Elizabeth's merry laugh ringing out several times. Georgiana, who was positioned in such a way as to make observation of her brother a simple matter, noticed that his attention wandered in Miss Bennet's direction quite regularly.

After they finished their tea, Elizabeth invited Georgiana for a walk around the garden. Kitty was happy to let them go, as she wanted to go upstairs to see what Lydia was doing, and Mary had some extracts she was eager to finish - so the two young ladies informed their elders and went out.

Upon their return, Mr. Darcy called for his carriage. Mr. and Miss Darcy made their farewells; Bingley, who had ridden, would rejoin them a little later. Elizabeth was sorry to see them go - Miss Darcy was a most pleasant companion indeed, and her brother...she had to admit that she liked him better now than she ever would have imagined possible, not too long ago. However, she still felt confused by his presence. It was clear that he still harboured feelings for her, but the intent of those feelings was now uncertain to her. Even more in doubt were her own emotions; she was more cautious of herself, after the appalling credulity and imprudence she had exhibited before the confrontation at Hunsford. Yet she almost felt drawn to him, and without the old dislike to shield her, she was struck by the uncomfortable realisation that Mr. Darcy had held a strange sort of fascination for her for quite some time. It had goaded her, more than once, to verbal sparring matches with him that she blushed to remember. And now he was so different - yet somehow still the same. Troubled, she stared unseeing down the gravel drive as the sounds of the departing carriage faded into the distance.

"Lizzy." Her father's voice brought her back to herself with a start, and she turned to face him, more than a little embarrassed at being caught mooning after Mr. Darcy's carriage by her quick-witted father.

"I am sorry, Papa," she said, her cheeks reddening. "I was just thinking."

"No doubt," he chuckled, "And it takes no great stretches of the imagination to determine in which direction your thoughts tended - or am I mistaken?" He smiled at her, and placed an affectionate arm across her shoulders as they walked toward the front door together.

"I do not know, Papa," she retorted, with an impish grin. "What did you think I was thinking about?"

"Why, horses, of course," said her father. "Was it not so?" Laughing at each other, they vanished inside.

Inside the carriage, Darcy was equally thoughtful. His sister kept looking at him, and finally gathered her courage enough to speak, certain that the topic would be to his liking.

"I had a lovely walk with Miss Bennet."

He looked up. "I am sure you did. Of what did you speak?"

"Oh, many things. Our families, mostly. And music, and poetry. And London."

"And what did Miss Bennet have to say about London?" said Darcy, amused.

"That she finds it very enjoyable to visit, especially as she stays with her aunt and uncle, whom she adores; that she greatly enjoys the theatre, and the shops, and the fishmarkets -"

"The fishmarkets?" Darcy frowned, astonished.

"Yes; she said they were a most interesting place. William, you have never taken me to see the London fishmarkets."

"No, and I never shall," avowed Darcy, torn between anger and laughter. "It is certainly no place for a lady."

"But Miss Bennet -" Georgiana began.

"Miss Bennet is too adventurous for her own good," Darcy declared, looking at his sister sternly; though he rather wanted to smile at the thought of Elizabeth frequenting the fishmarkets, undoubtedly surrounded by ragged urchins who would beg every last penny off her.

Georgiana could say nothing to this; but she was now completely convinced that she knew the reason for her brother's strange behaviour of late. After a few minutes of silence, she ventured a question.

"Can we go and see the Bennets again tomorrow? I enjoyed my visit very much."

"Certainly," said Darcy, his tone much gentler; whatever had been occupying his thoughts had calmed him. "I am glad you liked them. I must admit I did not, at first, but on further acquaintance I find them interesting and...amusing."

"Oh, they are!" Georgiana agreed. "Mr. Bennet has such a turn of humour, and..." she fell silent, embarrassed.

"Pray continue, Georgiana," smiled her brother. "I will not tell anyone."

"No, no," said Georgiana shyly. "It was nothing."

Darcy looked at her closely, but did not press her, as she was clearly not distressed. She smiled up at him and leaned her head on his shoulder; he squeezed her hand, and gazing out the window, was soon lost to the present.

Chapter Twenty-three - Farewell to the Regiment

The following Wednesday was to be the regiment's last evening in the district, and the Bennets were among the families invited to an afternoon tea party to farewell the officers. Mr. Bingley and his guests were also the recipients of a hurried invitation, which they accepted with alacrity. Darcy, however, was of half a mind not to go, in case he should encounter Wickham there and lose his temper.

"Don't be silly, man!" said Bingley, when Darcy explained his reluctance. "And miss the chance to see Elizabeth?"

A light blush rose to Darcy's cheeks. "I had not realised I was so transparent," he said gruffly.

Bingley laughed at him. "I am your friend, after all," he chided good-naturedly. "I don't know, everyone thinks that I am so enamoured of Jane, I notice nothing! Which is partly true," he admitted with a grin, "But not so true as you would like to think!"

Darcy made a noncommittal sound, and eyed Bingley affectionately. He rose from his chair and went to the window, where he stood silently for a moment before speaking.

"Would you say I have...changed in any way lately, Bingley?"

Bingley regarded Darcy's back with an amused look, but did not reply until Darcy turned to face him in exasperation.

"Is this your way of asking if I think she likes you now?" Bingley said cheerfully. Darcy stared, dumbfounded.

"I have been talking to her sister, you know," Bingley continued. "There are few topics that Jane likes better than Elizabeth. She worries about her excessively."

Darcy looked at Bingley expectantly, and at last burst out, "Well then? What does she think of me?"

Bingley made himself more comfortable in his chair. "Well, she used to dislike you quite strongly. She thought you were a frightful snob. But I suppose you are aware of that." He paused, watching Darcy fidget nervously with his ring, then went on. "But now - "

"Yes?" Darcy frowned in his anxiety.

"She likes you," Bingley announced happily, beaming. "Though she hasn't said so, not in so many words," he qualified. "But Jane is fairly sure."

Darcy's expression lightened, and he let out an involuntary sigh. His shoulders lifted slightly.

"Thank you, Bingley," he said gratefully, and abruptly strode out of the room.

"I say, Darcy!" Bingley called after him. "Does that mean you will come, then?"

"Yes!" came the faint reply.

On Wednesday afternoon the Netherfield party set out for Colonel Forster's residence, travelling in two carriages. Miss Bingley had claimed a seat in Darcy's equipage, leaving the Hursts to follow in their own. She was determined not to let him out of her sight as long as Elizabeth Bennet was anywhere near. He and Georgiana had visited Longbourn twice already with Charles, and Miss Bingley's sense of fear and outrage over her future ambitions was growing daily. She glanced over at her taciturn companion, who was looking dashing indeed in his black coat, and reassured herself with the knowledge that all the Bennets would be present. She was fairly certain she could count on that awful Lydia or even Mrs. Bennet to remind the master of Pemberley of the reality of the situation.

They arrived to find almost everyone already there. Mr. Bingley was immediately swamped by well-wishers offering him congratulations, which overflowed onto his sisters as well. During the rush of this community congeniality, Miss Bingley realised with horror that she had lost of sight of Darcy, who had evidently moved further in to avoid the crowd. By the time she was able to make good her escape from Mrs. Long, Mrs. Phillips and Lady Lucas, Darcy's tall figure could already be seen in the company of Jane and Eliza Bennet at the far end of the room. He was smiling, and even laughing, at something one of them had said. Miss Bingley frowned and began moving toward them. At that moment the music changed to something a little more lively, and Lydia Bennet's voice could be heard calling for space to be made for the dancers. The youngest Miss Bennets dashed past, towing red-coated officers, and were soon joined by several other young couples. There was no longer a direct path to her object, and Miss Bingley was forced to skirt the dancing party and the many admirers who had gathered around the edge. Finally she made it through; but to her dismay only Jane was there, talking to Georgiana.

"Jane!" she forced herself to exclaim. "How delightful to see you! And how are you this afternoon?"

Miss Bennet answered her warmly, and welcomed her with a sisterly kiss. The health of both families was ascertained, and the weather remarked on as very fine, before Miss Bingley could no longer restrain herself.

"But where is Miss Eliza? I thought I saw her with you earlier."

"Yes, she was here not long ago," said Jane in her gentle tones. "I think she and Mr. Darcy are just taking a turn about the rooms. He has not been to Mr. and Mrs. Forster's before, and was interested in some antique furniture of the Colonel's."

"Oh! Antique furniture; what a marvellous thing, for I adore antique furniture," smiled Miss Bingley. "Did you happen to notice the direction they took? I am sure Miss Eliza would not mind if I joined them in their appreciations."

"I believe she mentioned something about the drawing room, through that door there," said Georgiana earnestly. She gave Jane a meaningful look as Miss Bingley, feathers wafting in the breeze of her passage, glided away.

"I hope she will not think to check the gardens too soon," said Jane, with an impish smile.

Darcy and Elizabeth were of course taking a leisurely walk about the Forster's gardens, which were small but attractive, and full of sweet-smelling plants and flowers. Mr. and Mrs. Goulding were also enjoying the outside air, and two or three Lucas children were rocketing about the place.

"I notice Mr. Wickham is absent," said Darcy, a little awkwardly.

"Yes, so it seems," said Elizabeth with a small smile. "Apparently he has left the Militia, and indeed the district."

"Really?" Darcy could not conceal his surprise. He stepped aside to make way for the young Lucases, who were chasing one another in and out of the beds. "I had thought he was hoping for a career."

Elizabeth blushed lightly. "I must confess the responsibility rests in no small part with my father."

Darcy stopped walking, and faced her. "What do you mean, Miss Bennet?"

"Papa was so disturbed and alarmed by what you told him last week, Mr. Darcy, that he went straight away to visit Colonel Forster. Please do not think he betrayed any confidences," she urged him. "My father mentioned no details, but apparently the doubts he cast on Mr. Wickham's character only reinforced the Colonel's own suspicions. The Colonel investigated the matter and then expelled Wickham from the regiment. According to my Aunt Phillips, Mr. Wickham vanished not long after, leaving behind him considerable debts and disarray."

Darcy was silent, and Elizabeth could only glance at him, uncomfortable with the whole affair. They continued their slow walk, both preoccupied.

"Perhaps it is all for the best," said Darcy at length. "He has probably gone to London; he used to have friends there." He looked over at Elizabeth, noting her troubled countenance.

"Please be assured that no blame can be attached to your father for acting as he did, Miss Bennet. Indeed he acted most properly, in my judgement."

Elizabeth looked at him, relieved. "Thank you, sir. I know the whole matter pains you - "

"Mr. Darcy! Eliza!" came a familiar voice. "There you are; I thought you were inside, looking at the antiques." Miss Bingley was walking toward them and smiling quite genuinely, for she had been able to perceive that neither looked particularly happy, which could only be good news. Perhaps her fears had been overstated.

"Oh yes, the antiques," said Elizabeth, her quick mind working. "Unfortunately Colonel Forster has already had them packed away and sent on ahead, with some other articles of furniture."

"We were just about to go in," said Darcy gravely, before Miss Bingley could take his arm; so the three walked back to the house, Caroline's voice a little strident as she criticised the stones of the path, which were occasionally uneven.

They went in and drank tea with the Colonel. Mrs. Forster was dancing with Captain Carter, and laughing uproariously with Lydia and Denny, who were trying to trip them up. A circle of the younger folk had gathered to see the sport, but the older or more sensible were leaving them to it, and were taking tea and other refreshments in the drawing room. Elizabeth went to talk to Georgiana, who was looking a little lost in one corner, leaving Darcy to the amusements of Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst. Mr. Hurst, eating cake, was sitting morosely on a couch by himself. Jane and Bingley were conversing with the Lucases; most of the officers were either dancing or watching the dancers. Mr. Bennet joined Darcy and the two ladies, and Elizabeth was amused to notice upon glancing over at them shortly after, that Miss Bingley looked rather annoyed and her father looked rather pleased with himself. Darcy, too, looked amused; her father must have made one of his comments that was not to Miss Bingley's liking. Mrs. Bennet was nearby, lauding Jane's virtues to her sister Phillips and her friend Mrs. Long. Elizabeth managed to convince Georgiana to come and watch the dancing, so out they went into the noisier sitting room.

Kitty greeted them both very happily, and Mr. Denny immediately approached Elizabeth for a dance. Kitty promised to stay with Miss Darcy, so Elizabeth informed Denny with a smile that she would be happy to oblige. By this time seven or eight couples were dancing together, and even a few of the older folk were watching with satisfaction. Georgiana and Kitty went and stood by Mary at the pianoforte, and chattered away quite happily, though one said more than the other. Elizabeth danced two dances more; one with Lieutenant Sanderson, and the last with Captain Carter. Kitty had rejoined them, as Miss Darcy was now in the company of her brother, who was watching the dancers.

"Miss Bennet dances very well, does she not?" Georgiana remarked softly to Darcy, observing him to see his reaction.

"Very well indeed," Darcy agreed, a faint colour rising to his cheeks.

"Why don't you ask her to dance?" Georgiana enquired innocently. Darcy looked down at his sister with a suspicious frown.

"Georgiana, are you teasing me, by any chance?" he said, eyes narrowed. "I was hoping your conversations with Miss Bennet would encourage you to be a little more assertive - not be disrespectful to your legal guardian."

Georgiana could see the humour in his eyes, and she smiled shyly at him. "Well, I think you may have sent me to the wrong teacher, if that was your expectation."

Darcy broke into an open smile. "Ha! Touché, dear one." He put his arm around Georgiana's shoulders and squeezed briefly. "Sometimes I wish time would stand still, and you would not have to grow up," he went on more seriously, giving her a wistful look.

"Seeing as it cannot be avoided," said Georgiana, "You had better choose my companions well, William. I wonder, though..."

"Hmm?" Darcy prompted her.

"More than anything else, I should like to have a sister," said Georgiana, meeting his eyes and blushing despite herself. Darcy, affected by his sister's sentiments, tried to form a response; but at that moment Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst found them, and began speaking of how uncouth country manners were, and how little taste or elegance they had. Both Darcys fell silent while Mr. Bingley's sisters shot the matter back and forth between them with considerable satisfaction. The rest of the party passed in a similar fashion; Elizabeth and various others of her family joined them now and then, but were soon discouraged by one of the ladies, or found it more amusing to circulate. The same went for other sociable souls such as Sir William Lucas and Mr. Goulding. Darcy stood awkwardly, ashamed to be in company with the two ladies; but he could think of no escape that would not abandon his sister to the very company from which he wished to flee, so he was forced to amuse himself as best he could by ignoring his immediate companions and observing instead the actions of others. Elizabeth shot him the occasional sympathetic glance, and Mr. Bennet joined them once, fired a few volleys which left the ladies momentarily speechless, and wandered off, leaving them to express their amazement at the general conduct of the entire Bennet family, with the exception of dear Jane. Darcy was almost ecstatic when the party at last began to break up, and they were able to make their farewells and return home, where he could shut himself away until suppertime.

Chapter Twenty-four - Mrs. Bennet On His Side

Over the next four weeks Darcy found his patience with Bingley's sisters, and in particular Miss Bingley, waning steadily as his toleration and even appreciation of the Bennet family increased to compensate. Granted, Mrs. Bennet and the two youngest girls had not a brain between them; but Kitty was a pleasant, friendly girl and Lydia had the same zest for life that Elizabeth possessed - though without any of her good sense and self control, unfortunately. Mary was not stupid, and even improved when given the chance to undertake intelligent conversation. Jane and Elizabeth were of course a delight, and Mr. Bennet a most enjoyable companion. It was clear that he had failed his family in many ways, but Darcy found himself wondering how things might have been different had his choice of wife been more fortunate. Mrs. Bennet could be endured for short periods of time, but Darcy found himself concluding that if he had such a wife himself, he too might have stooped to teasing her and spending most of his time in solitude; clearly she could not be improved upon.

Good God, he thought to himself, is this the same Fitzwilliam Darcy as it was two months ago?

The Darcys and Mr. Bingley spent as much of their time at Longbourn as possible. They visited every other day, where practical. Once or twice Bingley's sisters accompanied them. Mrs. Bennet outdid herself on these occasions, much to Darcy's amusement, by being more than even the jealous Caroline could bear - ensuring that Miss Bingley's future visits to Longbourn would be few and far between. The Bennets dined at Netherfield at least once a week, and that was sufficient exposure to Mrs. Bennet to last both Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst until the next imposition on their hospitality.

Georgiana was happier than Darcy had seen her since their father's death. Elizabeth paid her special attention on every visit, and often took her for private walks; Miss Darcy's confidence was increasing steadily along with her contentment. On several instances she managed it so that her brother and Elizabeth had time for a walk together themselves by orchestrating meetings in the garden and then vanishing, or going out with them both and then feigning weariness, necessitating an early return to the house. Neither was fooled by her machinations, but they were amused rather than offended, and always found plenty to talk of, clearly enjoying one another's company and the ongoing battle of wits that would regularly surface in their conversation. By the end of the second week since the regiment's departure Mrs. Bennet had begun to entertain a certain notion; but in an inspired flash of cunning she decided, contrary to her every instinct, to say nothing of the matter to either of them.

"For nature will take its course," as she declared to Mrs. Phillips on one of her visits, "and Mr. Darcy is not a man to be pushed. And Lizzy of course is as stubborn as a goat when she has a mind to it. But you will see - they are a perfect match. I can see it all now, sister! And he has ten thousand a year!"

Darcy, who had been close enough to overhear Mrs. Bennet's rapturous whispers along with half the room, closed his eyes for a moment, got to his feet, and went to the window to watch for Georgiana and Elizabeth.

With Mrs. Bennet on his side, Darcy found opportunities to speak with Elizabeth alone materialising with regularity. To his delight she seemed pleased with the prospect of his company. The faint caution and formality that had marked even the most candid of their conversations since Hunsford began to dissolve into something warmer, and Elizabeth's playful nature resurfaced with a vengeance. He had acorns bouncing off his head, leaves in his hair and sand in his gloves; hope was rising steadily in his heart, and he was so happy not even Miss Bingley could annoy him. When Bingley announced that he was planning another ball at Netherfield, a summer dance, Darcy shocked his friend completely by declaring that such a thing was an excessively good idea, and worthy of anticipation.

Cards were soon sent out, and everything arranged. Mr. Bingley delivered the Bennet family's invitation personally, and took great delight in watching Lydia and Kitty's faces light up; for their society had been a little restricted of late, due to their broken hearts when the officers all went away. The house rang with merriment all that morning, and Mr. Bingley was regretfully unable to stay for dinner. Jane and Elizabeth took advantage of the distraction to go for a walk through the fields, so that they would not get headaches.

"What a beautiful season it is," said Jane, glowing with happiness at the world. "A perfect time for a ball, don't you think?"

"Oh, absolutely," Elizabeth agreed with a grin, "Though I would imagine that everything is perfect and beautiful in your eyes at present - even more so than usual!"

Jane laughed at her. "Lizzy, you sound as though you are completely detached from any such ridiculous notions yourself. But you are as happy as I, admit it."

"I could never be as happy as you," said Elizabeth, squeezing her sister's arm; and when Jane looked over at her in plain disbelief, she continued with a smile, "But I am very happy, Jane. Happier than I would have thought possible."

"Soon you may be happier still," said Jane, with a sly glance at Elizabeth, who blushed and laughed.

"What are you insinuating, Jane?" demanded Elizabeth in a playful tone.

"Why, nothing," grinned Jane. "But Lizzy - do you think he is in love?"

"He could not be more in love with you, as you well know," Elizabeth retorted.

"Not Charles! Be serious for a moment. You know who I mean," Jane chided her.

"Yes, I know. Pardon my frivolity; it is only that I do not find it a comfortable subject," said Elizabeth with a rueful smile and a sigh. "I do not know if he is in love, Jane. He was, I believe; but he has changed so much in his manner I do not know what to think anymore. We are good friends - for the moment I am content with that."

"So you like him, then."

"I like him very much," Elizabeth said, "And beyond that I do not care to go."

Jane digested this for a moment, then said teasingly, "You would suit each other admirably, though."

Elizabeth shot her a look. "I know...but I am so confused, Jane. I do not know if I can trust my own feelings; they led me far astray before."

"But Lizzy, last time you were misled," Jane insisted.

"Not least by myself!" Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at her. "Do not blame me if this time I err on the side of caution. I am determined to learn wisdom, if it kills me!" She gave Jane an affectionate smile, and the sisters walked on. All around them were green pastures and living, growing things; they could not stay serious for long on such a day, and were soon laughing again.

The time until the ball passed quickly indeed. Elizabeth was in keen anticipation not only of it, but of the impending holiday she was to take with her uncle and aunt Gardiner, her two favourite relatives. In fact, but for an unfortunate (or perhaps fortunate) delay they would have already been touring the Lakes district, far in the north-west, and she would have missed out on the ball altogether. Normally she would not have minded in the least; but she had been enjoying the company of Mr. Darcy and his sister so much over the last month that to lose the opportunity of seeing Georgiana perform in her first public test since her "tuition" began would have been a loss indeed. Darcy had complimented Elizabeth on several occasions regarding Georgiana's steady increase in self-confidence. She would never be outgoing, but then neither was he - her self-expression and ability to deal with company, however, had improved markedly since her introduction to the Bennet family. Elizabeth was proud of the young Miss Darcy's efforts, and very much wanted to see how she would cope with so many people at once. She was also able to admit to herself a certain curiousity as to how it would be to dance with Miss Darcy's brother, now that things were different. After her talk with Jane, she had come to admit two things to herself - that Mr. Darcy still had feelings for her, and that she was beginning to have feelings for him. She could no longer ignore how handsome he was, now that he had made himself so agreeable. The idea of dancing with him was both disturbing and enticing...

Friday was the day, and it dawned quietly at Longbourn. The only habitually early risers were Elizabeth and her father; the one because she loved early morning walks, the other because it was so peaceful with no one else about. But their serenity was disturbed much earlier than usual on this particular morning. Thumps from upstairs heralded Kitty and Lydia, who were running about madly and squabbling over gowns; the other girls were soon out of bed as well, and the noise level steadily rose, to reach its culmination with the arising of Mrs. Bennet, who began scolding and encouraging them all at once. Mr. Bennet looked up from his ledger and rolled his eyes. With a sigh he pushed back his chair and went to close the library door; outside in the hallway he could see Elizabeth, who had obviously just been for a walk and was looking dubiously up the stairwell.

"Lizzy!" he whispered loudly enough to catch her attention, and gestured for her to come in. He closed the door behind her, and both sighed with relief to hear the din subside to a more manageable level.

"Oh, Papa," said Elizabeth, slumping into her favourite chair, "I don't know if I'm looking forward to this ball or not - but I am definitely looking forward to my excursion with the Gardiners!"

Mr. Bennet cast a fond eye over his daughter. Her hair was in a mess, her cheeks were rosy, and her shoes and skirts were somewhat the worse for wear. In many ways nothing had changed since she was a little girl, when she used to go running wildly about before anyone else was up, then come home and hide in his library with him while her mother flapped about after the others upstairs. And now she was a beautiful young woman who had caught a wealthy young man of excellent family, though perhaps he had not yet caught her - but he would, Mr. Bennet knew - he would. Elizabeth intercepted her father's wistful gaze and looked at him curiously.

"What is it, Papa?"

"Nothing, my sweet," he said, burying his head in his ledger again. "Just an old man's follies. I hope you are going to look your best tonight, for the ball."

Elizabeth smiled. "I will look presentable, sir, you need not worry. Or do you think I should go like this?"

"You may go like that if you choose, though if you do so, you should probably start walking there now so that your mother will not see you."

Elizabeth laughed. "Poor Mama; she is so nervous. And poor Jane!"

"Are you not nervous, Lizzy?" Mr. Bennet raised his head, a teasing gleam in his eyes. "I would have thought you should have as much reason as either of them."

"I am saving my nervousness for later, when I can no longer put it off," said Elizabeth.

"Very wise!" said Mr. Bennet. "I wonder if you can stick to it."

Elizabeth gave him a sideways glance. "We shall see how long I last!"