14. Chapter 14

Chapter 13

The pale light of dawn filtering through the parted curtains awoke Elizabeth the next morning. She lay quietly with her eyes closed listening to the steady, even breathing of her sister. As the room gradually brightened with the rising sun, she opened her eyes and stretched lightly. Her mind immediately drifted to thoughts of Mr Darcy and his meeting with her Uncle that day. As her mind dwelt on that gentleman and her confession to her sister the night before, she quietly whispered, "I am going to marry Mr Darcy." As soon as she uttered the words, she felt warmth flood her entire being, until her entire body felt infused with light; confirming the certainty she felt the night before that they were meant to be together. She closed her eyes, smiling in happiness and wonder; content to bask in the warmth of the sun. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. Mr Darcy was coming today! A burst of nervous excitement coursed through her and she literally leapt from the bed, startling her sister awake.

"Lizzy?" Jane's sleepy voice caused Elizabeth to turn to her sister, a guilty look on her face.

"Forgive me, Jane. I didn't mean to wake you." Elizabeth quickly moved behind the screen, divesting herself of her nightgown. "Which dress should I wear today?" Elizabeth poked her head around the screen to ask her sister, smiling when she saw Jane had fallen back asleep. Shaking her head, she moved to sit at her dressing table in her chemise to untangle her braid.

A soft knock preceded her maid entering the room with a fresh pitcher of water and a cheery smile. "Good morning, Sarah." Elizabeth said brightly. It was such a glorious day!

Sarah paused as she looked at Elizabeth. "Why Miss Lizzy, you are positively glowing!"

Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders, blushing slightly, as she said nonchalantly, "I must have slept well."

Sarah raised her brows but said nothing. "What would you like to wear today?" She set the pitcher of warm water down and turned to look at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth was scowling, trying to untangle the knots in her hair. "Every morning," she muttered under her breath.

"Let me." Sarah came and gently swatted Elizabeth's hands away. She deftly fingered Elizabeth's curls, smoothing the tangles as she did so. She sighed, "You have such beautiful hair, Miss Lizzy."

Elizabeth snorted, "That's because it's not yours. Trust me, Sarah. If this was your hair you would curse it like I do."

Sarah shook her head. "Never. It is so soft. I love styling your hair; it makes my job so easy."

Elizabeth stared at Sarah in surprise. "Easy?"

Sarah nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yes. Your hair is so thick and with those lovely, loose curls it is a dream to fix."

Elizabeth nodded absentmindedly, not in the mood to disagree. She closed her eyes as Sarah's fingers worked their magic. When Sarah pronounced her hair done, Elizabeth opened her eyes, turning her head from side to side. "Beautiful as always Sarah. Thank you."

Sarah curtseyed. "My pleasure, Miss Lizzy." She walked over and opened the door to the wardrobe. "Now what are you wearing today?"

Elizabeth stood next to Sarah, perusing her dresses. Biting her lip, she reached out, fingering the green gown from last night longingly.

"You can't wear that Lizzy. Too impractical." Jane said with a yawn, coming to stand beside her sister.

"I know. I just love it so." Elizabeth said wistfully.

Jane smiled. "You love it or you love the way Mr Darcy looks at you when you wear it?"

Elizabeth lightly swatted her sister and laughed. "I love the dress, regardless of how anyone looked at me when I wore it."

Jane was not convinced, but she turned to her sister's wardrobe, examining each dress. She held up several to her sister, shaking her head before discarding them. Before long, Sarah had an armful of discarded dresses.

Elizabeth sat down with a huff. "This is ridiculous, Jane! I'm acting as silly as Lydia and Kitty! I'll just wear...this one!" Elizabeth snatched a blue dress from the growing pile.

"No, No." Jane shook her head, taking the gown from her sister. "Lizzy, this is an important day. One that you will want to remember forever. It's not every day a woman is asked to be courted by a gentleman."

Sarah squealed in excitement. "Oh, Miss Lizzy! Truly?"

Elizabeth snatched the blue dress back and said, "We don't know that for sure, Jane. All I know is Mr Darcy is coming to speak to my Uncle."

Jane snorted in a very unladylike way, causing Elizabeth to raise a brow in amusement. "Don't be silly, Lizzy. Of course Mr Darcy is coming to ask permission to court you."

Elizabeth felt her heart swell with happiness at that thought; a soft smile touching her lips.

Jane looked at her and smiled knowingly. "We just have to find the perfect dress."

"You said it yourself, Jane. It doesn't matter what I wear. Mr Darcy will think I look beautiful anyway." Elizabeth made a face at her closet. I wish I knew his favorite color.

Sarah placed the armful of gowns on a nearby chair. With a thoughtful look on her face, she reached in the back of the wardrobe and pulled out a lovely muslin dress in pale lavender with a floral design in a slightly darker shade. A touch of lace at the V neckline added a softness to the gown.

"Where did this come from?" Elizabeth fingered the fine muslin gown. "It is lovely."

Jane took the dress from Sarah, holding it up to Elizabeth. She stared at her sister for a minute in silence before pronouncing the gown, "perfect!"

Elizabeth smiled in satisfaction and a growing excitement as she washed and dressed. Standing in front of her mirror, she examined her appearance. The color of the dress complimented her dark hair and eyes and the V neckline of the gown made her neck appear elongated. Her eyes shined, causing her entire face to glow with happiness.

Jane came up beside her, smiling widely. "You look beautiful, Lizzy."

Elizabeth turned and embraced her sister. "Thank you, Jane. For everything." Elizabeth softly whispered.

"What are sisters for, Lizzy?" Jane responded with a soft smile. Jane left her sister's room to dress for the day, followed closely by Sarah.

Before leaving, Sarah suddenly turned, "Oh, Miss Lizzy! I forgot to tell you. Mr Gardiner wishes to see you in his study as soon as you break your fast." With a curtsey, she left.

Elizabeth took a deep breath to calm her suddenly racing heart. She knew she needed to talk with her Uncle. He must be so disappointed in her behavior from last night. She knew if she could just explain, he would understand. Her Uncle was considered a strict man, but with her he had always been kind and understanding. With a prayer in her heart that all would be well, she turned and left her room.

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Edward Gardiner considered himself a very good judge of character. One did not become a successful, wealthy businessman without being able to determine a man's character and moral values. He had quickly learned that money did not make the man. There were too many men who paraded as gentlemen who had wealth and connections, but their character was rotten to the core. Money was one thing, character was quite another. And Edward Gardiner valued a man's character above the money lining his pocket. Mr Darcy had wealth and connections and Mr Gardiner had always considered him an honorable man; a man of upstanding morals and character. Until last night.

Watching Mr Darcy's improper behavior towards his niece while he was sitting a foot away was beyond unconscionable. What could he mean by it? He wanted to give the gentleman the benefit of the doubt, but he couldn't deny what he had witnessed with his own eyes. The man had been sitting so close to Elizabeth that his leg had been touching her dress. Not to mention how close his face was to hers. What had he been doing? And Elizabeth...she hadn't appeared to object to Mr Darcy's attentions. Mr Gardiner shook his head in disappointment.

He loved Elizabeth and Jane like they were his own daughters, there was nothing he wouldn't do for them. If he were being completely honest with himself, Elizabeth had always held a special place in his heart. In so many ways, Elizabeth reminded him of her mother, Fanny at that age. Fanny had been just as lively, and full of joy. Which was why it was so painful to watch Fanny treat Elizabeth with barely concealed contempt, disparaging all the qualities that Fanny had embodied as a young girl. Now he didn't even recognize the woman his sister had become. He would never understand the convoluted workings of his sisters' mind. Or how bitter one woman could become over a mistake made long ago.

Not for the first time, he lamented Fanny's decision to punish Elizabeth for something that was not her fault, but his. Although Bennet has a share in the blame as well, he thought wryly. If he could go back and change the past, would he? He sighed, running his hand over his face. He had begged Fanny to let him and Marianne take Elizabeth from that home. But his sister would never consider it. Elizabeth was her daughter, not his. A fact she had always gleefully boasted; how she had borne five daughters, while he was doomed to have none. She felt it a just punishment for his duplicity. He closed his eyes, shame washing through him. What's done is done. His dark thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. Elizabeth.

Taking a deep breath, he said firmly, "Come in, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth pushed open the door, standing hesitantly at the threshold. She looked at him, no doubt trying to ascertain his mood. He smiled encouragingly and said, "Come in and sit, my dear."

Elizabeth sat in the chair across from his desk and waited, her hands clenched together, her teeth biting her bottom lip. She was nervous. She should be. Mr Gardiner straightened in his chair, looking his niece in the eye. To her credit, she didn't flinch at the severity of his gaze, but met his eye with a slight raise of her head.

"Do you know why I wish to speak with you, Elizabeth?" He said in a firm tone.

Elizabeth merely nodded slowly. She opened her mouth as if to say something but thought better of it and closed it again, shaking her head slightly.

Mr Gardiner gestured for her to speak. He wanted to see if she realized how improper her behavior had been last night.

Elizabeth took a deep breath to steady her nerves. "You wish to speak of my behavior last night during the first half of the Opera when I was sitting beside Mr Darcy."

"Go on." Mr Gardiner leveled a look at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth looked down, suddenly ashamed. She could bear her mother's censure, but not her Uncle's. She saw his disappointment clearly in his eyes. She hadn't done anything wrong. Had she? Raising her head, she looked her Uncle in the eye. She would simply explain. He would understand. He had to. She couldn't bear what would happen if he didn't. Would he prevent her from seeing Mr Darcy? The thought made her face drain of color and her heart beat painfully in her chest. No! She would not allow it!

Mr Gardiner watched as various emotions played across his nieces face. When he saw her face suddenly go white, he asked in concern, "Are you well, my dear?"

Nodding her head quickly, Elizabeth said, "I ask that you simply hear me out. Please, Uncle."

"Of course. That is why you are here. I want to know about last night's events from your point of view. I have asked Mr Darcy to visit so I can hear the events from his point of view as well." Before I decide my next course of action.

Elizabeth started in dismay and she felt her heart drop. Mr Darcy hadn't asked to see her Uncle? He was coming to simply explain himself, not to ask permission to court her! Elizabeth squeezed her eyes shut in mortification. How could she have harbored the hope that he would want her?

Mr Gardiner watched in growing concern at his nieces distress. Misinterpreting the cause of her distress, he gently said, "Elizabeth, please. I will listen to whatever you have to say."

Elizabeth opened her eyes and dully said, "Mr Darcy was simply translating the aria for me. He probably didn't realize that he was sitting so close. He didn't mean anything by it." The last statement was said so quietly, her Uncle had to lean closer to hear her. Elizabeth's heart beat painfully in her chest and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

Mr Gardiner watched his niece closely, his brows lowered in concern. Something was not right. Getting up from behind his desk, he came over and gently raised Elizabeth from her seat. She looked up in surprise, but didn't stop him as he led her over to the sofa. Sitting down beside her, he grasped her hand. "Now Elizabeth, tell me what this is all about."

Elizabeth looked into the eyes of her Uncle; the sternness in his eyes replaced with compassion. It was that look of compassion that broke her resolve. Tears slipped silently down her face and she fought to keep her composure. Wordlessly, he handed her a handkerchief as he lightly squeezed her hand, trying to offer comfort. Elizabeth quickly wiped her tears, which were quickly replaced by more.

Mr Gardiner watched in growing dismay at Elizabeth's distress, becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Maybe Marianne would be better suited to this task as he was unused to handling weeping females. He couldn't even remember the last time Marianne had acted so upset. He stood to go call his wife, but Elizabeth gripped his hand harder.

"Please, don't go Uncle. Forgive me, I will be well in a moment." Elizabeth's steady flow of tears belied her words.

"I think your Aunt would be better suited to comfort you, my dear. I will just go and call her."

Elizabeth shook her head. "No, please Uncle. I don't need my Aunt at this moment, I wish to explain it to you."

Mr Gardiner raised his brows in surprise, but sat back down. "Very well. I can't promise that I will comfort you like she could, but I will listen to you for how ever long you need. Mr Darcy will be here soon, but he can wait until we are finished."

At the mention of Mr Darcy, Elizabeth's tears fell faster. In a broken voice, she gasped, "Then, I will leave you to meet with him, Uncle."

"No, No my dear. You are more important."

Elizabeth sat up, drying her tears again. Wringing the damp handkerchief in her hands, she whispered, "I have been a fool. A sentimental fool."

Realization slowly dawned that whatever was causing his niece distress had to do with Mr Darcy. "Why do you think you've been a fool?"

Elizabeth slowly looked up and met her Uncle's gaze. "I thought he...that is...I felt..."

"You felt that Mr Darcy had developed feelings for you?"

Elizabeth brushed a few lingering tears away angrily, "I was wrong."

Mr Gardiner looked at Elizabeth in confusion. "Why do you say that, my dear? If what I observed last night is any indication, I would have to say the gentleman is far from indifferent to you." I just have to ascertain if his intentions are entirely honorable.

Elizabeth shook her head. "I thought that he had asked to see you today. I thought that he was coming to seek your permission."

Mr Gardiner straightened in surprise. "You think Mr Darcy is seeking a courtship?"

Elizabeth looked down in embarrassment. "I thought that, yes."

Mr Gardiner studied his niece. Judging by her distress, she harbored some feelings for the gentleman. He sighed. His conversation with Mr Darcy was going to be entirely different than the one he had originally planned. But first, he had to make sure.

"Elizabeth, look at me, my dear." He waited until Elizabeth met his gaze. He needed to see her eyes as he asked his probing questions. "What do you feel for Mr Darcy? Would a courtship with the gentleman be welcome?"

Elizabeth looked at her Uncle. She immediately thought of Mr Darcy, their shared moments, the gentle touches and ardent gazes. If that had been all, her answer would have been yes. Yes, she had feelings for the gentleman and yes, she wished to pursue a courtship. But add to all that, the moment when she had gazed into his eyes and known that he was meant for her, her answer became a resounding, Yes!

Mr Gardiner didn't need to hear Elizabeth's response to know her answer. He saw it all clearly in her eyes. Just one more thing..."Has Mr Darcy ever made you feel that his attentions towards you had less than honorable intentions?"

Elizabeth stared at her Uncle in shock. "No, never. Uncle, I know him to be an honorable man."

Mr Gardiner studied his niece. It was obvious she unequivocally believed what she said. He would just have to make sure before he knew what his next course of action would be. "I still don't understand what distressed you so. If you feel something for the gentleman and he feels something for you..." His voice trailed off as he recalled what triggered his nieces distress. "Elizabeth, is this because I asked Mr Darcy to visit when you were under the impression that he had asked me?"

Elizabeth slowly nodded. "Yes. I heard you say that you would see Mr Darcy today so I assumed that he had asked to speak with you. Later, I talked with Jane and she mentioned that there was only one reason Mr Darcy would seek an audience with my guardian. She convinced me that he was coming to..." Elizabeth looked down, twisting the handkerchief around and around, embarrassed to admit her folly to her Uncle.

"Seek my permission to court you?"

"Yes."

"Well, I have no doubt Mr Darcy would have asked to see me if I had not asked him first."

Elizabeth's head shot up and she gazed at her Uncle, hope flaring in her eyes.

Mr Gardiner smiled. "Elizabeth, believe me when I say that man is besotted. He tried to apologize for his behavior last night, but I felt that sitting in his box at the Opera, surrounded by people was not the best place to have that conversation. He seemed very...eager to reassure me." He smiled gently at his niece. "Elizabeth, I don't know what has caused you to doubt Mr Darcy, but I believe you have nothing to worry about in respect to that gentleman's feelings towards you."

Elizabeth suddenly felt extremely foolish. She had overreacted over...nothing. She didn't doubt Mr Darcy's feelings or even her own, she doubted her worth. Years of enduring her mother's continual censure over her suitability and desirability of being a wife to any man was so entrenched in her mind, that it was difficult to let it go. Even now, it was difficult to comprehend that Mr Darcy could want or desire her. "Uncle, it appears that I have been nonsensical. I have allowed by own fears and insecurities to color my judgment. Thank you for helping me to see things clearly."

Mr Gardiner's eyes narrowed. That woman!He wished he had tried harder to have Elizabeth live with them permanently. He should have appealed to Bennet, begged him if necessary. It would have pained her to be separated from Jane and Mary, and even her father, but at least she would have been spared the daily lies spewed from the mouth of that bitter harpy she called a mother.

Mr Gardiner leaned forward, grasping both Elizabeth's hands in his. "Elizabeth, listen to me, my dear. I know that your Aunt has told you this repeatedly, but I want to echo her sentiments. You are an extraordinary young woman and I am proud of who you are. Your mother is a bitter woman who cares for nothing and no one but herself and her own misery. She is trying everything in her power to extinguish your joy, your infectious optimism, and kind nature." Mr Gardiner looked earnestly in Elizabeth's eyes as he said, "Do not let her."

"Why?" Elizabeth's voice was a plaintive cry. "Why does she treat me so disdainfully?"

Mr Gardiners heart broke at the pain in Elizabeth's voice. Especially since he blamed himself for her pain, however indirectly. Should he tell her? Mr Gardiner hesitated. He couldn't. He couldn't bear to see the sadness in her eyes when he revealed the duplicity perpetuated by himself and her father towards her mother. No child should have to endure the disdain of their own mother, he couldn't bear to have her think ill of her father as well. She would shatter. It was his mistake, his burden and he would carry it alone.

Elizabeth watched her Uncle in confusion, unable to understand the emotions crossing his face. "Uncle?" she said hesitantly.

Mr Gardiner shook his head, resolutely. "I don't know why, Elizabeth. I just know that your mother is very unhappy and she wants you and...others to be unhappy as well." He took a shaky breath, that was all he dared to say.

Elizabeth searched her Uncle's face. He was hiding something, she was certain. Frustrated, she asked, "Why is my mother so unhappy?"

Mr Gardiner looked at Elizabeth's pleading expression. He sighed. "Her unhappiness stems from her inability to be content with her lot in life and her inability to forgive."

Elizabeth huffed. "That is too cryptic, Uncle."

Mr Gardiner smiled sadly. "I know, my dear. But that is all I will say on the matter."

Elizabeth nodded slowly, resigned. She knew she would get nothing more from her Uncle. She stood to go, but her Uncle held up a hand. "Don't think this side conversation has made me forget your behavior last evening, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth swallowed, suddenly anxious. She had forgotten the primary reason for this meeting. She sat back down slowly.

Mr Gardiner, noticing her unease, smiled reassuringly. "Elizabeth, I merely wanted to express my disappointment in your improper behavior last night. Even though I now understand the reason behind it and your feelings towards the gentleman, it does not excuse the impropriety I witnessed. Do you understand what I am saying?"

Elizabeth slowly nodded her head. "Yes, I understand. I realize that we were too...open in our displays of affection."

Mr Gardiner raised his brows. "Elizabeth, what was Mr Darcy saying to you?"

Elizabeth blushed furiously. The idea of repeating what Mr Darcy had whispered, to her Uncle of all people, was beyond mortifying. She stammered, "He was translating the aria for me."

Mr Gardiner thought back to the moment he had first noticed the pair's impropriety. It was shortly after the start of Act Two. He pinched the bridge of his nose in concentration. He suddenly recalled which aria Elizabeth was referring to. As he ran through the words of the aria, he raised his brows in amusement. Well, he had to admire Mr Darcy's innovative methods of wooing. He cleared his throat, "I see. But as your guardian, I can't allow such behavior to continue, Elizabeth." He leveled a serious look at his niece. "Am I clear?"

"Yes, Uncle."

Mr Gardiner nodded in satisfaction. "You're a good girl, Elizabeth and I trust your judgment. Remember to keep a clear head. It is easy to allow your heightened emotions to control your actions. Do you understand what I am saying?"

Elizabeth was unable to meet her Uncle's strict gaze. She would promise anything to get out of this mortifying conversation. She nodded her head.

"Good. You may go."

"Thank you, Uncle. For everything." Elizabeth took her Uncle's hand, squeezing it affectionately. Aside from her father, she valued her Uncle's good opinion more than any other. With a smile, she left her Uncle's study, her heart light.

Mr Gardiner watched his niece leave, grateful that he was able to reassure her of Mr Darcy's affections. I hope I'm not wrong in my assumptions. He knew she wanted answers regarding her mother, but he was not strong enough to hear his own confession of what he had done, however good his intentions at the time had been. Although his heart ached at the lies she had been led to believe by her own mother, he couldn't tell her.

What he wished more than anything was for Elizabeth to realize her true worth. He knew that his words had not penetrated her heart, her expression had been unusually devoid of expression. A sure indication that she had not believed his words. He shook his head in sadness and shame. How could he make her believe her mother had told her nothing but lies? He was grateful that she had such a strong character, someone weaker would have succumbed to despair long ago. If only there was something he could do.

He glanced at his watch, surprised that his conversation with Elizabeth had lasted almost an hour. It was nearing ten o'clock, the hour when Mr Darcy would be arriving. He stood up, moving behind his desk once more. There would be no hand holding for this next conversation, he thought wryly.

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Darcy eagerly ascended the steps to the Gardiner's townhouse, that much closer to his goal in securing Elizabeth's hand. In moments he found himself standing in Mr Gardiners well appointed study. As he glanced around, he immediately felt at home, as it was very similar to his own sanctuary at Darcy House. That sentiment lasted until he greeted Mr Gardiner and met his gaze. The man's expression was firm, unwavering, resolute. He swallowed hard, suddenly feeling anxious. This man stood between him and his future with Elizabeth. He shook Mr Gardiners hand, forcing himself to look him in the eye. He would prove to Elizabeth's Uncle that he was worthy of her. He would not fail her.

Mr Gardiner gestured for him to take a seat across from his rather large desk. Darcy recognized the significance; Gardiner was clearly establishing dominance. Well, he would let him. It made no difference as long as the man gave him what he wanted. He sat and looked at Gardiner, his expression neutral.

Mr Gardiner was silent as he scrutinized the man sitting across from him. He could tell a lot about a man in the first few minutes of meeting him. Mr Darcy was nervous, but hid it extremely well. He knew from experience that Mr Darcy was very adept at hiding his emotions. Except when it came to his niece. His nervousness would have escaped his notice if not for the brief flash he had seen in his eyes when he first greeted him. He was confident, overly so, evident in his lack of hesitation as he took the seat across from his desk, refusing to be intimidated. He wanted something, seen clearly in the determined lift of his chin and his posture. This man was used to getting what he wanted. And Mr Gardiner knew what this man wanted. He smiled in anticipation. Well, let's see if I find you worthy of the one person that will make you a better man.

Darcy forced himself to remain still as he endured Mr Gardiner's intense perusal. He was taking his measure, and he allowed him however long he needed to do so. He needed Gardiners approbation to gain his hearts desire. He would go through whatever Gardiner threw at him, if he walked away with Elizabeth at the end of it.

After an indeterminate length of time, Mr Gardiner leaned forward, placing his clasped hands on the desk before him. He took a deep breath, looking Mr Darcy in the eye and said, "I have two questions for you, Mr Darcy and I expect an honest answer."

Darcy blinked in surprise at Gardiners direct approach. "Of course, sir."

Without preamble, Mr Gardiner said, "I want to know your feelings towards Elizabeth and if your intentions are honorable."

It took all Darcy's self control not to react in anger. It was not everyday his honor was questioned, especially in regards to a woman. He took a deep breath, then two. He had to remind himself that Gardiner had every right to question his intentions as Elizabeth's guardian. Not to mention, Gardiner had witnessed his less than proper behavior towards Elizabeth last night. He put himself in Gardiner's place. How would he react if he had seen a man behaving improperly towards Georgiana? The answer came immediately. He definitely wouldn't be sitting calmly across from the man. He would have made his displeasure known, most likely some form of violence would have been involved. He looked at Gardiner and said with conviction, "I have very strong feelings for your niece and my intentions are entirely honorable. I wish to court her with the intent to marry her."

Mr Gardiner betrayed no emotion as he listened to Mr Darcy's answer. He studied his expression, looking for any signs of dishonesty. He saw none. Mr Darcy's gaze was forthright and open. He clearly had nothing to hide. He believed Mr Darcy had strong feelings for his niece; he had witnessed it first hand last night. Not to mention all Marianne had told him. But he had to be sure there was no darker motive behind his marked interest in Elizabeth. He sighed in relief. "Thank you for your forthright answer, Mr Darcy. I hope I didn't offend. But I had to be sure."

Darcy nodded his head, "Of course, sir."

"Now, let's discuss the reason we are here. Would you say your behavior last night was keeping within the bounds of propriety, Mr Darcy?"

Darcy hesitated briefly before responding, "Not exactly, no. Sir."

Mr Gardiner noted Mr Darcy's slight hesitation, and with raised brows, said, "You seem unsure of your answer, Mr Darcy. Maybe you can explain to me why you and my niece were staring at each other, faces inches apart? Then you raised your hand with the obvious intent to touch her face. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought you meant to steal a kiss. But we both know that you are neither stupid, nor dishonorable. So, maybe you could enlighten me as to what was going through that head of yours?"

Stay calm.Darcy straightened in his seat, meeting Gardiners steely gaze with a calmness he didn't feel. "Elizabeth was crying and I instinctively reacted to offer her comfort."

"What? You caused Elizabeth to cry?" How had he missed that she had been distressed? What had he done? Mr Gardiner felt his ire rise.

"No! Well, yes, I suppose, in a way I did." Darcy closed his eyes in dismay. Maybe he should have used Elizabeth's explanation from last night, that her tears were a result of being overcome by the beautiful music. But he knew Gardiner would have seen through his subterfuge. He sighed, at least it couldn't get any worse. He was wrong.

Mr Gardiner stared at the younger man, his eyes narrowed in barely concealed anger. In a voice of steel, he said, "You have one minute to explain yourself before I throw you out."

Darcy took a deep breath. Honesty was always the best way. Swallowing his pride, he said in a firm, clear voice, "I was translating the aria for Elizabeth; I wanted her to know what I was coming to feel for her. After I was done, she turned and looked at me. We didn't say anything, but I know she understood what I was trying to convey and it caused her to cry. But her tears were not due to distress, Mr Gardiner. Please believe me." Darcy met Gardiners gaze, forcing him to see the truth in his words.

After a moment of intense perusal, Mr Gardiner sighed, and his posture relaxed slightly. He suddenly felt very old. "I believe you, Mr Darcy. Forgive me if I overreacted but you have to understand; it is difficult for me when I hear of anyone causing that dear girl distress. She has had to endure enough censure to last two lifetimes. I couldn't countenance that a man who claimed to hold some affection for her was causing further distress."

Darcy stared at Gardiner in shock and anger. "Who has caused Elizabeth distress? Who has dared to censure her?" Darcy couldn't believe what he was hearing. When he found the person or persons who dared cause his Elizabeth pain, they would answer to him and he would show no mercy.

Mr Gardiner stared at Mr Darcy, as hope took root in his breast. Of course.If anyone could make Elizabethrealize her worth, it would be a lover. "The one person who should have loved and encouraged her." At Mr Darcy's confused look, he added quietly, "her mother."

Darcy lost all semblance of composure in light of Gardiners revelation. Her mother! He ran his hands through his hair in agitation. "How could she? How could she treat her children so callously?"

Mr Gardiner shook his head, sadly. "Not all her children, Mr Darcy. Just Elizabeth."

Darcy shot to his feet, unable to sit still as he paced back and forth in front of Gardiners desk. He turned to face Gardiner and in a cold voice simply asked, "Why?"

That impossible question again. Mr Darcy didn't need to know 'why' as much as he needed to know how he could help her. "You really do care for my niece, don't you?"

Darcy looked at Gardiner, noting the sadness in his eyes. "Very much, Mr Gardiner. There is nothing I wouldn't do for her." Sitting down, he leaned forward and in a firm voice said, "Tell me everything."

Mr Gardiner sighed. He couldn't tell him everything, but he would tell him enough. "The only thing you need to understand about my sister is that she is a very unhappy and bitter woman. For her own reasons, she has done everything in her power to crush her spirit and make her life as miserable as possible."

Darcy took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "How?"

"I won't tell you all the little details, Mr Darcy or we would be here all day." At Mr Darcy's protest, he held up a hand. "I will say that the majority of her mother's censure stems around one central theme." He paused, noting Mr Darcy was intently focused on what he was saying. "That is, that Elizabeth is unsuitable and unworthy to be the wife of any man. Let alone a man of any consequence."

Darcy stared at Gardiner in shock. What? His expression darkened, his eyes steel. "That is the most preposterous thing I have ever heard. The woman must be mad. Elizabeth is everything that is beautiful, kind and good. Inside of one week of being in London for the season she has been pursued by not only myself but Lynton as well."

Gardiner smiled sadly, "Yes, but Elizabeth doesn't see it that way. She has been told repeatedly that she is not beautiful enough, she is too dark, too short, too opinionated, too lively, too clever. The list goes on and on, Mr Darcy."

"What do you mean?" Darcy straightened as realization dawned, "She doesn't believe her mother's lies, does she?" At Gardiners small nod, Darcy's heart ached. Oh, Elizabeth. How could she believe that she wasn't beautiful? She looked in a mirror, didn't she? Too short? Too dark? What a bunch of nonsense. She was perfect, just the way she was. "I don't understand how Elizabeth, as intelligent as she is could believe what is so obviously a lie."

"Ah, but Mr Darcy, it is so much easier to believe a lie than the truth."

Darcy looked Gardiner in the eye and said with confidence," We will just have to disprove her mother's words."

Gardiner smiled, pleased that Darcy had come to the point so quickly. "Not we, Mr Darcy, you." At Darcy's surprised look, he clarified. "We have all repeatedly tried to convince Elizabeth that her mother has been speaking lies. But it just doesn't seem to penetrate that head of hers. However, I think you will succeed where we have failed."

"Of course, I will do everything in my power, Mr Gardiner. But I don't see how I can succeed where her family has failed."

"But that is precisely why you will succeed, Mr Darcy. She knows that we love and accept her for who she is because we are her family. She expects such sentiments from us, so she can easily disregard them. But you chose Elizabeth of your own free will, Mr Darcy. She can't as easily disregard your feelings as she does her families. Your affection and acceptance of her will go a lot farther in proving her true worth because you are not family." Yet, Mr Gardiner added silently.

Darcy was silent as he took in Gardiners words, which caused his heart to beat painfully in his chest. His own free will? Had he chosen Elizabeth of his own free will? He had known since he was sixteen that she was the other half of his soul. Did he have a choice? Another, more painful thought came to his mind. If he hadn't known about Elizabeth due to his mother's extraordinary dream, would he have chosen her anyway? If he had just met her at a dance, or a dinner; would he have pursued her? Darcy shook his head. It was useless and irrelevant to engage in such thoughts. He did know about Elizabeth and he was eternally grateful for that knowledge. Now that he had actually met her...he was overjoyed. She was more than he ever dared hoped for. She truly was his perfect match in every way and time would only reinforce that knowledge.

Mr Gardiner watched as Mr Darcy contemplated all that he had told him. If Mr Darcy was the kind of man that he believed he was, Elizabeth would be very well taken care of. And he couldn't wait until that day when she left her father's home for that of her husbands. The sooner the better. He still had to instruct Mr Darcy in proper courting etiquette; he couldn't in good conscience allow such improper behavior that he had witnessed last night to continue. He cleared his throat lightly to gain Mr Darcy's attention.

Darcy looked up as Gardiner cleared his throat. "I understand what you are saying, sir. And I will show Elizabeth at every opportunity that her mother's words are lies." Darcy felt his anger rise at the thought of that woman. He would have to prepare himself for when he finally met her. At this moment, he couldn't trust himself to remain silent and courteous if he found himself in her presence.

"Now, let's speak of lighter things. Shall we?" Mr Gardiner smiled slightly, before leveling a stern gaze at the man who he hoped to one day call nephew. "If you are to pursue a courtship with Elizabeth, there are a few things that I need you to understand." At Mr Darcy's hopeful expression, he held up a hand, "First, you have to know that Elizabeth has practically no dowry." Mr Gardiner watched for Mr Darcy's reaction. He was being deliberately untruthful, but he had to make sure he wouldn't abandon her if he believed she had nothing. He knew that Mr Darcy was extremely wealthy and likely didn't need the money, but he knew that most gentlemen of his social standing expected something.

Darcy immediately shook his head, "I don't care if she comes with nothing but the clothes on her back, Mr Gardiner. That in no way alters my decision."

Mr Gardiner nodded in satisfaction. "Very good. And her ah...connections in trade?"

Darcy stared at Gardiner. Was he really asking if he objected to him? He was as well connected as almost any peer in the realm. "Mr Gardiner, even if you were only a modest tradesman living in Cheapside, it would not prevent me from pursuing your niece."

Mr Gardiner barked out a laugh. "That is good, Mr Darcy as I once lived in Cheapside and was a very modest tradesman at one time."

Darcy paled. '"I beg your pardon, Mr Gardiner. I meant no disrespect."

Mr Gardiner waved his hand, dismissively. "Of course not, young man. But my sister's husband is a solicitor of very modest means in Meryton. What about that?" Mr Gardiner leaned forward, resting his clasped hands on the desk.

Darcy shook his head. "Even if she had Aunts and Uncles to fill all of Cheapside and Meryton, combined, it would not make the least difference to me."

Mr Gardiner smiled as he leaned back in his chair, resting his hands on his stomach. "Well, then Mr Darcy, if you are still inclined to pursue this course of action. I give you my permission to court Elizabeth." At Darcy's exultant expression, he held up a finger, "On one condition."

Darcy immediately sobered. "Of course, Mr Gardiner."

"I want to make it absolutely clear that the behavior I witnessed yesterday is not appropriate and will not be tolerated. Am I clear?"

Darcy nodded his head. "Yes, sir. I understand you perfectly."

Mr Gardiner scrutinized Mr Darcy. Satisfied with what he saw, he nodded his head in satisfaction. "Very well. Now I give you leave to find my niece and obtain her consent. Because all this is for naught if she doesn't agree to it."

Darcy had to repress the urge to smirk at Mr Gardiner. Not consent to it, indeed. Darcy was very confident in his Elizabeth's expectations regarding his intentions. He quickly stood, bowing to Gardiner. "Thank you very much, Mr Gardiner. I am grateful for your approval regarding my intentions towards Elizabeth's welfare. I will not disappoint you, sir."

"See that you don't Mr Darcy. I will say this only once. If you do anything to harm that dear girl, in any way, you will answer to me and I will spend the rest of my days ensuring that you regret it."

Darcy swallowed hard at the deadly seriousness in the man's eyes. He did not doubt for a moment that Gardiner would follow through with his threat, and likely relish doing so. Darcy nodded to Gardiner and turned to seek out his Elizabeth to begin showing her just how extraordinary she truly was.

"Oh, and Mr Darcy?"

Darcy turned. "Yes, Mr Gardiner?"

"Don't think I haven't noticed you calling Elizabeth by her Christian name. She is Miss Elizabeth to you until the day she becomes Mrs Darcy. Understood?"

Darcy simply nodded, too overcome with the idea of Elizabeth as Mrs Darcy. His heart swelled with happiness. He was so close to obtaining all he desired. He was suddenly impatient to be in her presence again. He turned to quickly leave the room to find Elizabeth. Before he got a handful of steps to the door, Gardiner called to him, again.

"Oh, and Darcy?"

"Yes, Mr Gardiner?" What had he done wrong now?

"Call me Gardiner."

Darcy smiled and with a last bow, he hastened to find his Elizabeth.

A/N: So that wasn't too bad, was it? A lot of emotional drama in this chapter. This chapter was much, much longer than I originally anticipated. When I began to write it, I had no intention of adding in all the drama that is Mrs Bennet. Maybe it was due to all the speculating going on regarding why she is so disdainful towards Elizabeth :). I will say that no one has guessed correctly yet. So maybe the clues I left will get your speculative juices flowing (Mr Gardiner feels guilty, hmmm and blames Mr Bennet as well? What happened to cause Mrs Bennet to become so bitter?). I may just have to reward the person who guesses correctly with something really cool. What, I have no idea. But I'll think of something :).

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