16. Chapter 16

Chapter 15

Elizabeth waited until they were on their way to collect Miss Darcy before informing her Aunt and Jane that Mr Darcy was coming as well.

Mrs Gardiner laughed, "I am not surprised, Lizzy. I thought Mr Darcy would contrive some way to come."

Elizabeth turned to her sister, "You don't mind, do you Jane?"

Jane looked at her sister, incredulously, "Of course not, Lizzy." Then with a sly smile, said, "I think Mr Darcy coming will make this shopping trip quite...memorable."

The three women laughed and Elizabeth said, "Well, I don't imagine Mr Darcy will be very comfortable, although he assured me he always went shopping with his sister." Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders, "Maybe Mr Darcy and I could simply go to Hatchard's Book Shop and leave the shopping to the three of you."

Mrs Gardiner shook her head solemnly. "Lizzy, that will not do at all. I am sure Miss Darcy is looking forward to spending time with you, especially in light of your courtship with her brother. This is a big change in her life as well. She has had her brother to herself for over five years. I am sure she is thrilled with Mr Darcy's decision, but I think she may need some reassurances."

Elizabeth looked thoughtfully at her Aunt. "I didn't even think about that. I am ashamed that I have been so self absorbed lately." She looked at her Aunt and Jane apologetically, "I am sorry."

"Don't be silly, Lizzy. We understand and are so happy for you." Jane smiled affectionately at her sister, reaching over to squeeze her hand. "You deserve to have the love of a good man."

Elizabeth stared at her sister. "He has said nothing about love, Jane."

Mrs Gardiner laughed in amusement. "Well, he may not have said the words, Lizzy but his every gesture and look has expressed that very sentiment." Even if he is not fully aware of it himself.Yet.

Elizabeth was thoughtful as she contemplated her Aunt's words. It posed the question of whether or not she was in love with Mr Darcy. Was she? How did she know? She enjoyed being in his presence. Indeed, she looked forward to every encounter with anticipation and excitement. Despite the fact that she knew next to nothing about him, that did not explain the inexplicable hold he had over her. She knew she was meant to love him; their undeniable connection was irrefutable proof. So did that mean that she loved him, at this moment? After pondering that question, she came to the conclusion that she didn't, but she knew it was only a matter of time. She needed time to know him, truly know him, until she could say with certainty that she was in love with him. Satisfied with her conclusion, she glanced up to see her Aunt and Jane smiling at her knowingly. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Mrs Gardiner smiled, "We are just wondering if you have figured it out yet?" At her nieces questioning look, she stated, "that you are in love with Mr Darcy."

Elizabeth shook her head. "No, I am not." At her Aunt and sister's incredulous looks, she declared emphatically, "I am not. Yet. I need time to be certain of my own feelings. I can't possibly be in love with the gentleman! I didn't know he existed six days ago!"

Jane said seriously. "But Lizzy, when you talk about him you positively glow with happiness." Tentatively she added, "I think you may be afraid to admit it to yourself."

Elizabeth straightened in surprise. "Why would I be afraid?" Her Aunt and Jane glanced at each other uneasily.

Mrs Gardiner said gently, "Lizzy, do you believe Mr Darcy is in love with you?"

Elizabeth shook her head, "No. But I know that he holds some affection for me. He would not wish to court me if he did not."

Jane and Mrs Gardiner exchanged worried looks. Jane hesitantly said, "Lizzy, please do not let our mother's false opinions affect your judgment when it comes to Mr Darcy."

Elizabeth was silent. What could she say? Her mother's words had already affected her judgment. Elizabeth cringed as she thought of the two instances where she had automatically assumed the worst about Mr Darcy. In the course of an hour she had believed he was a man who enjoyed the company of loose women and that he would leave her for his cousin. Sighing, she said so softly, that her Aunt and Jane had to lean forward to hear her over the sounds of the carriage, "I know what you are trying to say, Jane. I will try not to let my insecurities affect how I view my relationship with Mr Darcy."

"More importantly, that it will not keep you from admitting that you love him and he loves you. Because he does, Lizzy. A blind man could see it." Jane said gently, with a loving smile.

Elizabeth simply nodded her head in agreement. It was easier than disagreeing. Mr Darcy couldn't possibly love her. She knew he liked her very much, but love? She was not so unrealistic to concede that he could fall in love with her in so short a time. And six days was simply not enough time to know for certain. She was blissfully happy that he wished to pursue a courtship with her, but she would not allow herself to dream beyond that; it was much too painful to think of him severing their relationship. He will never leave you. The words came unbidden to her mind, filling her being with warmth. She smiled, knowing the words were true. She allowed her thoughts to drift to those beautiful moments in the garden when he had asked to court her. She blushed as she remembered the look in his eyes when she had said yes. Yes, she would simply dwell on those wonderful moments and forget her brief lapses of judgment and doubt. Mr Darcy was not deceitful, he was an honorable man in every sense of the word.

Moments later, the Gardiners largest carriage pulled up in front of Darcy House. As the carriage came to a stop, Elizabeth's heart beat increased and her breathing became irregular. She couldn't refrain from smiling brightly, her eyes sparkling with anticipated delight at the thought of being in Mr Darcy's presence again.

Jane laughed and said teasingly, "See, Lizzy. You're glowing."

Elizabeth laughed and shook her head, blushing slightly. "I am just excited to see Miss Darcy again."

Mrs Gardiner smiled, "Well then I better go and fetch her. Wait here girls. I'll be just a moment."

Mrs Gardiner climbed from the carriage and proceeded up the front steps. Before she cleared the top step, the front door opened and Miss Darcy came out in obvious excitement, followed immediately by Mr Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam. Mr Darcy leaned over and whispered something in his sister's ear and she nodded her head eagerly before hastening down the front steps.

Elizabeth watched in growing amusement at the enthusiasm displayed by Miss Darcy as she practically leapt in the carriage to greet her.

Miss Darcy grasped Elizabeth's hands as she exclaimed, "Oh, Miss Elizabeth! I am so happy! I couldn't contain my excitement when brother informed me that you had agreed to a courtship." Miss Darcy was literally bouncing in her seat which caused Elizabeth and Jane to laugh.

"I am pleased that you think so, Miss Darcy." Elizabeth squeezed her young friends' hands as she looked up and saw Mr Darcy and her Aunt waiting to enter the carriage. Mr Darcy had an indulgent smile on his face as he gazed at his sister in obvious affection. He met her eyes and they softened imperceptibly as his smile grew.

"Well, I think we are ready to embark on an adventurous afternoon of shopping." Mrs Gardiner enthused as she entered the carriage with the assistance of Mr Darcy. Mr Darcy followed behind her, taking the seat next to his sister and across from Elizabeth.

Colonel Fitzwilliam poked his head in the carriage and said, "I echo the sentiments of my young cousin, Miss Elizabeth. We are all very pleased." With a wink at Elizabeth and a smirk at Mr Darcy he said his farewells.

"You are not joining us, Colonel?" Elizabeth asked politely.

The Colonel feigned a look of dismay as Mr Darcy and Miss Darcy laughed. "Of course not, Miss Elizabeth. My reputation would be ruined. To be seen at a modiste or milliners?" He shuddered, "Oh the horror." He smiled and said, "But I will be joining you later at Matlock House. Since my cousin abandoned me for your company this afternoon, I am headed to Whites." Colonel Fitzwilliam bowed and reached for the door of the carriage. Before closing the door he said firmly, pointing a finger at Darcy. "And don't you dare inform my mother of your courtship until I am there, or I cannot be responsible for what I may do." With a chuckle, he closed the door of the carriage.

The occupants laughed as Jane said in a slightly irritated tone, "Does he ever work? You would think with a war going on and unrest in the colonies, he would be at the War Office more often."

Elizabeth exchanged an amused look with Mr Darcy. He smiled slightly and said, "He is there; quite often, Miss Bennet. However, he is currently on leave."

"Oh."' Jane said softly, looking out the window.

Elizabeth studied her sisters profile contemplatively. Her sister was acting very unusual. She was normally very good natured and kind to a fault. But twice now she had referred to the Colonel in less than dulcet tones. She wondered if maybe Jane was developing some feelings for the Colonel. That would be interesting, she thought with amusement. She immediately sobered at the thought that Jane , like herself were practically penniless. The Colonel would never pursue her due to lack of a dowry, even if he harbored some feelings for her. She was not ignorant of the fact that as a second son, he would have to marry a rich heiress to maintain his standard of living. Maybe the Colonel does not care for such things? Elizabeth shook her head. Until she could ascertain her sister's feelings on the matter, it was no use speculating.

"So, where should we go to first? Miss Darcy, is there anywhere in particular you wish to go?" Mrs Gardiner smiled amiably at Miss Darcy.

"No, I am simply here to enjoy the company, Mrs Gardiner." Miss Darcy smiled brightly at Elizabeth. "I have no where in particular I need to go."

"Very well, then we will head to Harding Howell (1), the milliners, haberdashers, and finally to Madame Cecile's. Does that sound agreeable?"

Elizabeth had been watching Mr Darcy as her Aunt had listed off the various shops. His mien had become increasingly alarmed, his eyes growing wider in dismay. Elizabeth laughed lightly as she said teasingly, "You can always turn back, Mr Darcy. I promise we won't think the less of you."

Darcy shook his head. "No, Miss Elizabeth. I am here for the duration." He gave Elizabeth a significant look, and said, "You are stuck with me I'm afraid."

With a raised brow, Elizabeth said mischievously, "Then you won't mind if we add one more shop to our list?"

Suppressing a groan, Darcy said bravely, "Not at all, Miss Elizabeth."

Elizabeth smiled and turning to her Aunt, asked, "Would it be alright if we stopped at Floris (2)? I would like to buy some fragrance."

Mrs Gardiner enthused, "Of course! What a wonderful idea, Lizzy."

A short time later, the carriage stopped in front of Harding Howell and Co at Pall Mall. Darcy quickly exited the carriage to assist the ladies, retaining Elizabeth's hand after assisting her from the carriage. He gently placed her hand around his arm and led her into the store behind Mrs Gardiner, Jane, and Miss Darcy.

Elizabeth was surprised, but pleased that Mr Darcy was so willing to openly acknowledge their new relationship. As they entered the bustling linen-drapers, the ladies separated to peruse the various fabrics. Jane headed towards a large variety of blue fabrics, while Miss Darcy drifted towards the yellow colored fabrics. Elizabeth remained near the door with Mr Darcy, trying to decide where to go. This was why she hated shopping; too many choices and too many people. She huffed lightly in frustration.

Mr Darcy looked down at her in amusement. "Where would you like to look, Miss Elizabeth?" Darcy eyed the wall to their left which had several fabrics in varying shades of green.

Noticing the direction of Mr Darcy's gaze, Elizabeth's eyes brightened as she spied the beautiful green fabrics. Smiling, she nodded her head in that direction. As they walked, Elizabeth asked, "Do you have a favorite color, Mr Darcy?"

"I do."

Raising a brow, Elizabeth asked with amusement, "Are you going to share it with me?"

Darcy looked down at Elizabeth and with a secretive smile, said, "Green."

Elizabeth eyed his deep blue waistcoat and said teasingly, "Judging by your waistcoat, I would have thought your favorite color would be blue."

They stopped in front of the green fabrics and Darcy leaned in slightly and in a low voice said, "I do like blue. However on you, I would have to say I prefer green. Although, lavender is quickly becoming a favorite as well."

Elizabeth looked at Mr Darcy, meeting his intense gaze with a warm one of her own. A woman slightly jostled her, bringing her back to the present. She briefly glanced around to determine if they had been noticed. It was so easy to lose herself when she was in Mr Darcy's presence, she had to remember that they were in a very public place. She immediately noticed an older woman nearby who was watching them with avid interest. Elizabeth turned away, blushing slightly.

Darcy noticed her discomposure and looked down at her in concern. "Is something wrong, Miss Elizabeth?"

"We are being observed," she said quietly, discreetly moving away from Mr Darcy as she stepped closer to peruse a particularly fine green muslin. She reached out and fingered it lightly. In a more proper tone, she said, "I have always preferred white, but I find that green is my new favorite as well."

Darcy causally glanced around in a detached manner, his face reserved. In a low voice, so quiet she could barely hear him, he said "You are beautiful no matter what you wear, Miss Elizabeth. But green makes you particularly radiant."

Elizabeth's eyes shot to his before glancing away in embarrassment. "Thank you."

Darcy nodded once and turned, looking for his sister. "I think I will go and assist my sister, Miss Elizabeth. At least until this old biddy finds something else to capture her interest."

"Is she still looking this way?" Elizabeth said quietly under her breath.

"Yes. She is not being very discreet about it." Darcy said sardonically.

Elizabeth sighed. "I am sorry, Mr Darcy. I know how you value your privacy." Elizabeth was mortified. After last night at the Opera, she knew that Mr Darcy wanted to keep the gossips away from them as much as possible.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Miss Elizabeth. I refuse to hide. I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Darcy turned slightly causing his arm to brush lightly against her.

Elizabeth glanced at Mr Darcy from the corner of her eye. "You have never made me uncomfortable, Mr Darcy," she said softly.

Without looking at her, he smiled. "I am glad. Now I will go to my sister." Darcy bowed slightly before leaving.

Elizabeth took a deep breath and focused her attention on the fine fabrics in front of her. As soon as Mr Darcy left, the older woman who had been observing them so acutely come up beside her. Boldly, Elizabeth turned to the woman and said in an overly cheerful voice, "Isn't this fabric divine? I am trying to decide which would be more suitable."

The older woman looked at her with barely concealed glee in her eager eyes. She unashamedly looked Elizabeth up and down, her gaze speculative. "Suitable for what dearie? A wedding gown perhaps?" She raised her brows in amusement, her gaze moving to Mr Darcy who was some distance away with his sister.

Elizabeth had to force herself to remain calm. If only she knew who this woman was! Judging by her apparel she was very wealthy. Although her taste was rather garish and bordered on the indecent, especially for a woman her age. With a confused look, she said with a laugh, "A wedding gown? Of course not. I meant for a ball gown. Won't this look lovely with a bit of blonde lace?" Elizabeth smiled, her heart racing.

"Hmmm, yes. A ball gown." The older woman perused Elizabeth again and said, "Your first season, dear?"

"Yes, madam." What did this woman want with her? She decided to be direct rather than evade what the woman really wanted to ask her. Meeting the woman's gaze boldly, she asked, "Is there something in particular you wished to ask me, madam?"

Startled, the woman stared at her for a moment, before smiling widely. "I like you." She laughed delightfully. "Yes, I like you very much. He chose well, very well indeed."

Elizabeth opened her mouth to reply, when her Aunt bustled up with a clerk laden with several bolts of cloth.

"Why Lady Worthington! How do you do?" Mrs Gardiner smiled amiably. Gesturing to Elizabeth, she said, "I see you have met my niece."

Lady Worthington stared at Elizabeth. "This is your niece, Marianne? Well, well. Lady Eleanor will be pleased."

Elizabeth gave her Aunt a confused look, and in a low voice asked, "Perhaps you could introduce us, Aunt?"

"Oh forgive me, where are my manners? Lizzy, may I present Sophie Newton, The Viscountess of Worthington? Lady Worthington, my niece, Miss Elizabeth Bennet."

Elizabeth curtsied. "It is pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lady."

"Likewise, Miss Elizabeth." Without preamble, she asked "So, how long have you and Mr Darcy been courting?"

Elizabeth stared at Lady Worthington, mouth agape. Well, the woman's candor could not be denied. What should she say? "I am not sure I understand you, my lady."

Lady Worthington raised her brows, "No? Well, I guess I should not be surprised. Darcy is considered the most private man of the ton, he's always kept his cards very close to his chest."

Elizabeth was at a loss as to what she should say. Thankfully, her Aunt intervened, directing Lady Worthington's attention to the many bolts of fabric she had found. Elizabeth politely listened to the exchange, her mind whirling. She was praying this Lady Worthington was not a notorious gossip. If she was, her courtship with Mr Darcy would be the talk of London by the morrow. It would not be long before the society section of the newspaper caught wind of it. If that happened, her mother would find out...Elizabeth's heart dropped at the thought.

Lady Worthington bid them farewell. Before she left, she leaned in and whispered, "No need to worry about my saying anything, Miss Elizabeth. I of all people understand the need for discretion." With a wink and a wave, Lady Worthington departed.

Elizabeth turned to her Aunt with a questioning look. "Should I be worried, Aunt?"

Mrs Gardiner smiled. "Not at all, Lizzy. Lady Worthington is a good soul if a bit...eccentric. She will respect your privacy. Although, I would not be surprised if she expects to be invited to certain events where you and Mr Darcy are present. She lives for romance."

Elizabeth's brows lowered in thought. "She said she understood the need for discretion. What did she mean by that?"

Mrs Gardiner laughed. "That is not something that should be discussed in the middle of the linen-drapers, Lizzy. But she is right, she will not gossip about your business."

Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, I am done looking. Should we find the others?" Elizabeth looked around for Mr Darcy, Jane and Miss Darcy.

"Did you even have a chance to look, Lizzy? " inquired Mrs Gardiner as she perused the green fabrics. "How beautiful." She reached out and fingered the same fabric Elizabeth had been admiring before. "This would be lovely on you, Lizzy." Not waiting for her nieces permission, she gestured to the clerk to take the bolt of fabric.

"Oh please, Aunt. I am not in need of another gown." Elizabeth argued.

"Nonsense, a woman can never have too many gowns. Let us spoil you, Lizzy."

Elizabeth sighed in defeat. She knew there was no use arguing with her Aunt. She was a force to be reckoned with when she set her mind on something. "Very well. But I still think it is unnecessary."

Mrs Gardiner winked at her niece, moving away to the long counter on one side of the store where the fabric was cut.

Elizabeth followed her Aunt, her mind lost in thought. If Lady Worthington had been able to figure out that she and Mr Darcy were courting, others would as well. If they didn't want all of London to know, they would have to be careful. She was grateful that Mr Darcy was so private; she didn't want their relationship to be gossiped about. The more people who knew, the more likely it would get back to her mother. Besides, if Mr Darcy changed his mind, it would be easier to overcome the disappointment if it was not generally known. Her thoughts were interrupted by Miss Darcy, who approached her in an excited manner.

"Oh, Miss Elizabeth! I found the most beautiful fabric. Just look!" Miss Darcy pointed to a clerk who was carrying several bolts of cloth.

Elizabeth laughed. "You could rival my Aunt in your enthusiasm for shopping, Miss Darcy." Miss Darcy smiled, moving off to join her Aunt at the counter.

Mr Darcy came up beside her and in a low voice, asked, "Are you well, Miss Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth looked up at Mr Darcy to see a concerned look on his face. She wondered if he had noticed her interaction with Lady Worthington. "Yes, I am well." Something must have shown on her face, because Mr Darcy searched her face, unconvinced.

Darcy sighed. "Please don't hide your feelings from me, Miss Elizabeth. I noticed you talking with that woman after I left. Did she say anything to upset you?"

"Lady Worthington?" Elizabeth looked down and said quietly, "She asked me how long we had been courting."

Darcy sighed in obvious relief, "Is that who it was? Well, we don't need to worry. She is not a gossip." Although, I wonder what favor she will ask in exchange?

Elizabeth stared at Mr Darcy in surprise. "You know her?"

"I know of her." Seeing Elizabeth's surprised look, he smiled. "She is harmless, Miss Elizabeth."

Elizabeth felt the last of her concern dissolve in light of Mr Darcy's self-assurance. "How can you be so sure? If she noticed something between us, others will as well."

Mr Darcy smiled and shook his head. "She is unusually astute, Miss Elizabeth. Besides, she is constantly looking for tidbits of gossip. She lives for it."

"What do you mean?" Elizabeth was confused. Her Aunt had said something similar, but had not elaborated.

"I am sure you will find out at my Aunt's." Darcy said wryly. Elizabeth huffed in annoyance, causing Darcy to laugh lightly. "Come, Miss Elizabeth. I believe our party is ready to depart. Off to the milliner's, was it?" He offered his arm and led her to the waiting carriage.

As the afternoon progressed, Elizabeth lost interest somewhere between the milliner's and haberdashers. Even the beautiful designs at Madame Cecile's had not elicited more than mild interest. She was tired and slightly irritable, overwhelmed with all the sights and sounds of a bustling London during the height of the season. She had felt constantly on edge, looking over her shoulder for other busybodies out to pry into her private affairs. She was grateful to be in Mr Darcy's presence; although, with each shop they visited he became more and more taciturn and withdrawn.

Elizabeth was listening with mild amusement as Miss Darcy enthusiastically described the various things she had seen that day. Sharing an amused look with Mr Darcy, she raised a brow and nodding in Miss Darcy's direction, mouthed, "Is this normal?" Mr Darcy smiled and nodded his head, heaving a long-suffering sigh. Elizabeth smiled, biting her lip to keep from laughing. The action caused Mr Darcy to stare at her lips, causing a blush to suffuse her face.

Before long, the carriage pulled up in front of Floris on Jermyn Street, their final destination. Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief, causing the other occupants to laugh. As she exited the carriage, Elizabeth said teasingly to Mr Darcy in a quiet voice, "I think you need to let Miss Darcy out more often if she is this excited about a shopping trip."

"It's not the shopping trip, Miss Elizabeth. It's the company. She usually has to deal with me, and you've seen how...pleasant I can be on such excursions."

Elizabeth smiled. Yes, it was very apparent that Mr Darcy disliked shopping as much as she did, if not more. "Well, I am sure my Aunt would be happy to oblige Miss Darcy whenever she goes shopping. She would enjoy her company."

"Yes, Mrs Gardiner seems to be insatiable when it comes to shopping. I have never seen anything like it." Mr Darcy paused, before continuing. "Except for Georgiana."

Elizabeth laughed. "Well, I for one am glad that this is our last stop. I have had more then enough for one day." As they entered Floris, she took a deep breath, brightening considerably. She looked around in surprise, it was unusually empty.

Jane came up to her sister and asked tiredly, "Well Lizzy, what are you looking for?"

Elizabeth paused, considering. "I think I would like to try a new scent."

Jane looked at her sister in surprise. "But you always wear Orange Blossom."

"Yes, but I want to try something different." Elizabeth was surprised when Mr Darcy suddenly excused himself and left to join his sister. She shrugged, turning her attention back to Jane. "Although, I have no idea where to start."

Jane took her sister's arm, leading her over to the long mahogany counter. "Well, let's ask."

After nearly ten minutes, Elizabeth was ready to concede and stay with her usual fragrance. She furrowed her brow in frustration, sniffing yet another scent that caused her to sneeze. "No, definitely not."

Mr Darcy came up next to her and discreetly slid a small bottle in front of her. She turned to him in surprise. "What's this?" She picked up the bottle and opened it. She tentatively brought the bottle under her nose and inhaled. She pulled back in surprise and delight. The scent was unique. She inhaled again, closing her eyes. It brought to mind gentle breezes and warm summer nights. It was relaxing and...sensual. She blushed slightly at the thought. It was exotic and it smelled heavenly. "This is delightful, what is it?"

"Jasmine." Mr Darcy said in a low tone. "I think this would particularly suit you, Miss Elizabeth. It's fragrance is exquisite, just like you."

Elizabeth turned slightly, meeting Mr Darcy's intense gaze. "Is this a suggestion or a request, Mr Darcy?" Elizabeth said with a raised brow.

Darcy gave her a slow, intimate smile that caused her insides to melt. "Jasmine has special meaning in different cultures. May I enlighten you, Miss Elizabeth?" Darcy's low voice invited her closer and wordlessly, she nodded. Softly, he said, "In India, Jasmine symbolizes hope. In China, the sweetness of women, and my particular favorite; the Hindus revere Jasmine as the perfume of love."

Elizabeth gazed into Mr Darcy's eyes and lost all rational thought. Breathlessly, she said, "I like it very much."

Darcy smiled slowly, "I thought you would."

Elizabeth looked at the price and gasped. Reluctantly she set the bottle down. "This is too expensive for me, I'm afraid."

Darcy picked up the bottle and leaning closer whispered, "I already bought it for you, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth looked at him in surprise and embarrassment. "I don't expect you to buy it for me, Mr Darcy. Indeed, it is not appropriate."

Darcy gave her a long look. "I know you don't expect it. As for it not being appropriate, I have to disagree. I am courting you, which to some is practically an engagement. It is expected that a suitor lavishes gifts on his intended, is it not?"

Elizabeth looked down unable to meet his gaze, not knowing what to say. She was in unfamiliar waters and she didn't know her way ahead. She didn't want to raise her hopes, despite his words eluding to their future. Raising her eyes to meet his, she smiled, "Thank you, Mr Darcy."

Darcy smiled and bowed. "You are most welcome, Miss Elizabeth." With a slightly roguish look, he added, "Although, I feel that it is really a gift for me as well."

Elizabeth raised a brow and said playfully, "I am sure all my partners at the next ball will thank you as well."

Mr Darcy growled softly and said, possessively, "There will be no other partners, Elizabeth. I am afraid I have never learned to share."

Elizabeth opened her mouth to respond, when the ladies in their party approached asking if she were ready to go. "Yes, I am ready." She gave Mr Darcy one last look, indicating that their conversation was not over.

With a feeling of relief, Elizabeth boarded the carriage on the way to Matlock House. She felt nervous flutters in her stomach at the thought of informing Lady Eleanor of her courtship with her nephew. She knew that Lady Eleanor liked her, but that did not follow she would be pleased with Mr Darcy's choice.

As Elizabeth exited the carriage, Mr Darcy squeezed her hand, giving her a reassuring smile. He offered his arm and together they followed the others up the steps to Matlock House. They were ushered in and quickly shown into the Parlor, where Lady Eleanor received guests.

Lady Eleanor Fitzwilliam, Countess of Matlock was considered one of the most venerated members of the ton. She was intelligent, forthright, unaffected by false flattery and was known for her sound advice and matchmaking abilities. Her opinion mattered, and every society mama, with unmarried daughters sought her approbation and support in the hopes of making an advantageous match. More than one marriage had come about by the suggestion and subtle maneuverings of The Countess of Matlock.

To her few intimate acquaintances, Lady Eleanor was an unswervingly loyal and devoted friend and ally. Elizabeth was extremely grateful that her Aunt was one of Lady Eleanor's trusted friends. It gave her hope that she would receive the news of her courtship with happiness rather than censure.

As they were announced, Elizabeth immediately noted the presence of Lady Worthington, sitting contentedly next to Lady Eleanor. Elizabeth's heart beat painfully in her chest as she made her curtsey. What was she doing here? Elizabeth glanced at her Aunt and was surprised to see her looking unaffected by Lady Worthington's presence. Indeed, she looked as if she expected it.

Mr Darcy gave her a small smile and whispered, "All will be well. Don't worry."

Lady Eleanor stood at their entrance and embraced Mrs Gardiner before turning to her niece. She fussed over Miss Darcy for a moment, expressing how happy she was to see her. She then turned to Jane and warmly greeted her, commenting that she had grown even more beautiful since the Autumn. Finally, she turned her sharp grey eyes on Elizabeth and Darcy. She gazed at them for a moment, her expression unreadable. She noted Elizabeth's arm wrapped securely in Darcy's. She stared at them for so long, that Elizabeth shifted uneasily, glancing up at Mr Darcy nervously.

Finally, Lady Eleanor laughed. "Relax, Miss Elizabeth. It is so good to see you again, my dear." Turning to her nephew, her eyes bright and expectant., she asked, "I believe you have some news for me?"

Darcy cleared his throat and asked, "Is Richard here yet?"

Lady Eleanor huffed. "What does my son have to do with your news, Darcy?"

"Just that he threatened me and Georgiana with all but bodily harm if I said anything before he could arrive."

Elizabeth looked at Mr Darcy in amusement. She leaned over and whispered, "I fear your Aunt's wrath more than the Colonel's."

"That's because you've never seen the wrath that Richard is capable of, Miss Elizabeth." Darcy said wryly. "Believe me, it is not a pleasant sight."

Lady Eleanor leveled a severe look at her nephew. "Have you ever seen my wrath, Darcy? Because believe me, if you keep me waiting any longer for the news I have been waiting for then my son's anger will seem tame by comparison."

Darcy smiled good-naturedly. "Very well. You probably..."

"Wait!" All eyes turned to the door where an out of breath Colonel Fitzwilliam stood, panting slightly. Walking over to Darcy he pointed a finger and said, "It's a good thing I arrived when I did or you would never hear the end of it." He quickly walked over and taking a seat beside Jane, leaned back and with a languid wave of his arm, said, "You may proceed, I am ready."

Everyone laughed as Darcy shook his head in exasperation. Elizabeth didn't miss the slightly annoyed look, Jane directed towards the Colonel. I definitely need to speak with Jane.

All eyes turned expectantly towards Elizabeth and Darcy. Darcy took a deep breath and looking at Elizabeth said, "This morning I asked permission to court Miss Elizabeth and was rewarded with a favorable reply."

Lady Eleanor gasped, her hand coming to her mouth. Her eyes filled with tears as she rushed to Darcy and Elizabeth, attempting to embrace them both. "Oh, I can't tell you how happy this makes me." In a gesture reminiscent of her son, she pointed a finger at Darcy and said accusingly, "I told you Miss Elizabeth would be perfect for you. I wrote you about her last Autumn."

"Yes, along with several other ladies, if I recall correctly Aunt." Darcy said dryly. "You've been trying to match me since I was eighteen years of age."

Lady Eleanor waved a hand dismissively, "Oh, not that long, surely." Turning to Mrs Gardiner she exclaimed, "You should have told me directly, Marianne. Instead I have been waiting on the edge of my seat for at least an hour."

"What do you mean?" Elizabeth asked in confusion. "Were you expecting this news?"

Lady Worthington cleared her throat and said, "I came to visit Lady Eleanor shortly after leaving the linen-drapers. I may have mentioned that some advantageous news would be shared with her in short order."

Colonel Fitzwilliam burst out laughing. "This just gets better and better. How do you do, Lady Worthington. Fancy meeting you here."

Lady Worthington gave the Colonel a flirty wink and said, "Likewise Colonel." Standing, she said, "Well, I will take my leave now." Turning to Lady Eleanor, she said, "Thank you for your invitation on Friday. Until then, I bid you all farewell."

After Lady Worthington left, the room descended into silence. Finally Elizabeth asked in a slightly worried tone, "Will someone please explain to me what that was all about?" Darcy guided her to the sofa, sitting beside her. "Please don't worry, Miss Elizabeth. Lady Worthington's eccentricities are well known amongst the ton."

"But what exactly are her eccentricities? You all seem to think she is harmless, but did she or did she not invite herself to your dinner party, Lady Eleanor?" Elizabeth directed her question towards the room at large.

"Not exactly, my dear." Lady Eleanor said soothingly. "I was happy to invite her. She is a close acquaintance and she always adds flavor to small gatherings. I think that you will like her very much."

"But what was she doing here if not to inform you of our courtship? And how did she know?" Elizabeth was beginning to become distressed. Why not tell her instead of evading her questions?

Lady Eleanor turned to Miss Darcy who was listening with barely concealed interest. "Georgiana dear, would you mind playing our pianoforte? I believe it is slightly out of tune."

Miss Darcy looked at her Aunt, ready to protest until Darcy gave a slight shake of his head. She sighed in defeat. She would just press Richard later for what was said. "Very well, Aunt. I shall return momentarily."

"Take your time, dear." Lady Eleanor smiled at her niece as she left the room.

As soon as Miss Darcy left, Mrs Gardiner turned to her niece. "Lizzy, Lady Worthington, well, for lack of a better word, collects gossip, and I imagine secrets."

Jane said in surprise, "What does she do with it?"

"Nothing." Colonel Fitzwilliam turned to face Jane. "She simply lets them know that she knows and well..." he rubbed his chin, "They invite her to their gatherings, dinners, soirees, balls, that sort of thing."

"She blackmails them?" Elizabeth gasped in horror. What had she done? Why did she have to fall in this woman's net?

"No, no. Nothing of the sort." Lady Eleanor said reassuringly. "She would never tell; there is not a malicious bone in her body. It's more like a reward for finding out information that no one else knows. She is very well known by society and she is expected to be present. Indeed, no one thinks twice about her presence anymore." Lady Eleanor laughed, "I believe Lady Worthington is one of the most well connected people of the ton. She has been seen dining with Dukes and other illustrious personages of the land. I even heard a rumor she was present at one of the Prince Regent's soirees." She smiled at Elizabeth. "So please, don't worry, Miss Elizabeth. She is someone you want on your side."

"That's because if I anger her, she'll spread my business far and wide." Elizabeth muttered quietly, heard by no one but Darcy.

"That will not happen, Miss Elizabeth." Darcy said quietly.

"Well, I hate to break up your little tête-à-tête, Darcy and Miss Elizabeth, but I wish to know who else you've invited on Friday, Mother. Indeed, every time I see you the guest list becomes longer and longer." Colonel Fitzwilliam said wryly. "This small gathering is becoming not so small."

Lady Eleanor started suddenly and she gasped, "Oh dear, oh dear. What to do?" The normally composed Lady Eleanor stood and began pacing, wringing her hands. She turned to her son and asked, "you will come on Friday, yes?"

Richard looked at his mother in surprise. "I was planning on it, why?"

"I need you to charm a certain young lady."

Richard groaned. "Not again mother. I thought you reserved your matchmaking skills for Darcy."

"I did. I do. But now that he is officially courting Miss Elizabeth, Lady Emily will need an escort."

Darcy sat up in alarm. "What? Aunt, please tell me you did not invite the Pratt's?"

"Who are the Pratt's?" Elizabeth asked, a sinking feeling in her stomach. She had a feeling this would not end well.

Darcy looked at Elizabeth nervously. "Well, she ah..." Darcy tugged on his cravat. "She, that is..."

Richard laughed. "What my loquacious cousin is trying to say, Miss Elizabeth is Lady Emily is that rare breed of woman that when they get a certain idea into their head, they become tenacious in the pursuit of that idea."

Elizabeth raised her brow and said uncertainly, "And let me guess. That idea is to become Mrs Darcy?"

Richard gave Elizabeth a brilliant smile. "I knew you were as intelligent as you are beautiful, Miss Elizabeth. Quite unlike Lady Emily, who is as dimwitted as she is plain."

Lady Eleanor admonished her son. "Richard, that is unkind. Lady Emily is a proper young lady and she most definitely is not plain. She is rather handsome, I think."

Elizabeth swallowed hard, a growing unease forming in her stomach. A beautiful, no doubt accomplished lady would be coming to dinner on Friday who was intent on securing Mr Darcy. Her Mr Darcy. Well, she would not let that happen.

Darcy rubbed a hand through his hair and said to his Aunt, "Why would you invite the Pratt's, Aunt?"

"Honestly, Darcy. I was not expecting you to come. I am well acquainted with Lady Sefton and I invited her on a whim, when she was here for tea on Monday."

Mrs Gardiner suggested, "well, we could always come another time, Eleanor. If you feel that it would be too much." She cast an anxious look at Elizabeth, trying to ascertain her mood. She was confident in her nieces' ability to remain composed under pressure, but even she did not know how she would react with another woman interested in the gentleman who was courting her.

"Nonsense, Marianne. I won't hear of it. The invitation still stands. I hope you will all come." Lady Eleanor smiled warmly at her guests.

"Oh, I would not miss it for anything, Mother." Richard said cheerfully. "I would be happy to escort the lovely, Lady Emily. I am rather looking forward to her reaction when she realizes she has to put up with me rather than Darcy." He laughed good-naturedly.

Jane shot a brief look akin to disgust at the Colonel before turning to Lady Eleanor. "I am very much looking forward to it, my lady. Thank you for the invitation."

"Not at all, Miss Bennet. I am so happy you and Miss Elizabeth decided to come for the season." With a wink in her nephews direction, she added, "especially in light of this wondrous news."

Darcy smiled at his Aunt. "That reminds me, Aunt. Miss Elizabeth and I would both like to keep our courtship as quiet as possible."

Lady Eleanor raised her brows. "Well, I guess that should not surprise me. I don't blame you Darcy. The ton would be scrutinizing your every move; more than they usually do. Not to mention Miss Elizabeth. I remember Lord Matlock trying to court me with the eyes of society on us. It was less than pleasant and led to some very embarrassing misunderstandings between Lord Matlock and myself. I would not wish that on the two of you. So rest assured. I will keep my own counsel." She smiled reassuringly. "You don't mind if I tell your Uncle, do you Darcy?"

Darcy shook his head. His Uncle could be trusted, their heir on the other hand..."Not at all, but perhaps, it would be best if you didn't mention it to..."

"Hugh?" Lady Eleanor laughed. "Not to worry, Darcy. I know my wayward son is not very ah...discreet."

Richard laughed, "That's putting it lightly, Mother. Hugh is..."

"Richard, need I remind you that we have ladies present?" Lady Eleanor leveled a stern look at her younger son.

Richard shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Forgive me, ladies. I forgot myself for a moment."

"Thank you, Aunt. I..." Darcy glanced at Elizabeth, "We really appreciate your assistance in this matter."

"So I guess that means the Pratt's will not be informed?" Richard asked innocently.

Darcy groaned. The Pratt's. What horrible timing his Aunt had. If she had invited them last week he could have avoided this entire mess. He turned to Elizabeth, searching her expression for any hint of discomfort. He would not expose her to the machinations of Lady Emily. He could barely tolerate her with equanimity. He could not imagine being in Elizabeth's place and having to watch as another fawned over the object of his interest.

Elizabeth smiled and said quietly, "Do not worry on my account, Mr Darcy. I can handle one night of an exceedingly handsome and accomplished lady making eyes at you." She shrugged and said, "Besides, it is only fair. You had Sir Reginald to contend with at tea on Monday and last night at the Opera."

"That is true." Darcy said thoughtfully. He never considered Lynton as a real rival for Elizabeth's affections, he was too sure of Elizabeth, of them. "Please know, you have nothing to worry about. I would not even attend if you were not going."

Elizabeth smiled and said simply, "I know."

A throat cleared nearby, and Darcy and Elizabeth turned to bestow identically annoyed looks at the Colonel, causing him to laugh. "Oh good, you are aware of others in the room. I was beginning to wonder, you were so lost in each other's company to the exclusion of everyone else."

Darcy shook his head and before he could reply, Richard forestalled him and said, "Careful what you say, Darcy or I may just find something else to occupy my evening come Friday, and you can deal with Lady Emily on your own."

Darcy paled slightly and sighed heavily. "Very well, cousin. I'll keep my unflattering comment to myself."

"Smart, cousin." Richard stood and kissing his mother on the cheek said, "Well, now that the fun is over, I will leave you to talk about mundane things like the weather." He bowed to Mrs Gardiner, Miss Bennet and Miss Elizabeth, "Ladies, always a pleasure." And with that, he left as quickly as he had come.

"That man thinks entirely too much of himself." Jane muttered quietly to herself, unaware that she was heard by all occupants of the room.

Elizabeth exchanged an amused look with her Aunt, while Lady Eleanor raised her brows in surprise and satisfaction. Darcy looked at Elizabeth's older sister, a contemplative expression on his face. I need to speak with Richard.

"Well, I am glad that is all settled. We shall have a lovely evening on Friday." Lady Eleanor enthused. "I think it will turn out to be quite interesting." She winked at Elizabeth and Darcy.

Darcy groaned slightly, causing Elizabeth to laugh softly. "Come now, Mr Darcy. How bad could it be?"

Oh Elizabeth, you have no idea. Darcy prayed that the Pratt's would cancel, but he knew that was not likely. Not if Lady Emily harbored even the smallest hope that he would be present. He would just have to hope that Richard was effective in distracting that harpy away from him and Elizabeth. He glanced at Elizabeth and smiled in contentment. Even if all the young ladies of the ton stood between him and Elizabeth, he would still choose her. He was sure of it.

A/N: Well, another long one. Be grateful you got this today; it was exceedingly difficult to find time the last few days to write. With the holiday on Monday, sick kids and an extra busy husband, this was the chapter that almost wasn't. But I was determined and where there is a will, there is a way.

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(1) Harding Howell and Co was a very popular linen-draper shop, located in Pall Mall.

(2) Floris is an actual fragrance shop still in existence today at no 89 Jermyn Street. Has anyone ever been there? I have to admit, it is one of the places on my "to see" list when I finally visit England. So if there are any Londoners reading my story, go and visit for me, okay?

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