18. Chapter 18

Chapter 17

Darcy ascended the steps to Matlock house with mixed feelings of dread and anticipation. He would have to watch his behavior around Elizabeth tonight as Lady Emily would be watching his every move. Of all the vindictive, heartless, calculating women of the ton, Lady Emily was among the worst. If she knew or even suspected his intentions towards Elizabeth, she would be merciless. He sighed. This was going to be a long night.

Richard slapped him on the back. "Relax cousin. I will take care of Lady Emily. You won't have to worry about her machinations tonight."

"Don't underestimate her, cousin." Darcy said under his breath.

Richard snorted. "Don't underestimate me, Darcy. Besides, I told you that Miss Elizabeth had more fortitude than a contingent of soldiers; she will be fine."

Darcy was silent. He had no doubt Elizabeth would be able to handle herself tonight. He suspected that exposure to her mother's censure made her unusually resilient to the attacks of others. But the last thing he wanted was to subject her to the spite of Lady Emily. He felt an intense desire to protect her from anything negative or unpleasant.

As Darcy and Richard were announced, a quick survey of the room revealed that the only guest who had arrived was Lady Worthington.

"Mr Darcy, Colonel Fitzwilliam. How wonderful to see you." Lady Worthington greeted them with a wide smile, a twinkle in her eye.

"A pleasure, Lady Worthington. How...well you look this evening." Darcy had to repress a grimace. Her attire was just another example of her eccentricities. She was dressed in the most horrible shade of bright yellow with a green turban, possessed with so many feathers that he didn't bother to count them. He imagined she could be seen a mile away.

Lady Worthington laughed loudly. "Why thank you, Mr Darcy. My husband said the same thing."

"Where is Lord Worthington this evening, my lady?" Richard asked politely.

"Where else, but at Whites?" She leaned in and said conspiratorially, "He wants to see if anyone else has used the color purple."

Darcy raised his brows as Richard tried to suppress his laughter. Darcy asked, "Used purple, for what?"

"Painting his horse tails, of course!"

Richard coughed and cleared his throat. "I don't recall seeing anyone else's horse tails painted purple but your own, my lady."

'"I should hope not." Lady Worthington said indignantly. "Lord Worthington would be most displeased."

Darcy was spared trying to come up with a suitable comment as Lady Eleanor approached with a bright smile. "I am so happy you decided to come, Darcy."

Darcy looked at his Aunt in surprise. "I said I would, Aunt."

Richard grinned. "He would not miss an opportunity to see the lovely Miss Elizabeth, even if it means enduring the company of Lady Emily."

Lady Worthington chuckled. "I have to admit I am very much looking forward to tonight. I expect it will be very...enlightening." She then turned and winked at Richard, a knowing smile on her face.

Darcy looked at Lady Worthington in confusion. What could she mean? He turned to Richard, but he refused to meet his gaze and abruptly excused himself to greet his Father, who had just entered the room. What was that all about? He frowned. He wondered if it had to do with Miss Bennet. He suspected she had something to do with Richard even considering selling out of the army and settling down. It had not escaped Darcy's notice that Richard had successfully diverted his attention when he had inquired if there was a certain lady who had captured his interest. He would have to observe the two of them tonight. Maybe Elizabethwill have some insights into her sisters state of mind.

The Gardiners, Miss Bennet and Miss Elizabeth were announced and Darcy turned eagerly to see Elizabeth. She entered the room last, looking around until she saw him. A slow smile spread across her face, her eyes lighting up with pleasure. He was vaguely aware of Lady Worthington chuckling next to him and mumbling something about young love, but Darcy was not paying attention. He wondered if there would come a time when Elizabeth entered a room without stealing his breath away. He imagined not.

He moved to greet her, perfunctorily greeting the Gardiners and Miss Bennet before bowing over Elizabeth's hand, bestowing a soft kiss. He looked up to see a delightful blush spread up from her chest to her face. As he stood, he immediately noticed that she was wearing the Jasmine scent he had bought her. He smiled, placing her hand around his arm and leading her to his Aunt and Uncle.

"You look beautiful, Elizabeth." He leaned in slightly, inhaling her intoxicating scent. "You wore the Jasmine." He stated softly.

Elizabeth looked at him with a smile, a teasing light in her brown eyes, "Of course. I have it on good authority that it is particularly suited to me. I felt I had to comply."

Darcy smiled, bringing his free hand to rest over hers. As they approached his Aunt and Uncle, he straightened imperceptibly. He released Elizabeth as she curtsied, greeting the dearest friends of her Aunt and Uncle Gardiner.

Lord Matlock smiled kindly at Elizabeth, "It is good to see you, my dear." He leveled a look at Darcy and said, "I understand that you have decided to give my nephew a chance to win you."

I am already won.Elizabeth smiled. "More like the other way around, my Lord."

Lord Matlock grunted. "Nonsense, my dear. It is a testament of Darcy's intelligence that he has chosen you." He turned to his nephew, and said sternly, "Don't make a mess of it, my lad. Or I'll never speak to you again."

Elizabeth laughed as she looked up to meet Mr Darcy's eyes. Her laughter died as she met his intense gaze.

Without breaking Elizabeth's gaze, he said solemnly, "I won't, Uncle. I promise." Darcy wrapped her small hand around his arm again and led her away as his Aunt and Uncle greeted the Gardiners and Miss Bennet.

In a low voice, Darcy said, "Elizabeth, tonight I may act a little...distant, even cold towards you. Please don't be alarmed by it, but I..."

Elizabeth held up a hand. "I understand the need for discretion, Mr Darcy. I will not be offended."

Darcy searched Elizabeth's beautiful eyes. They held no uneasiness or discontent, but were open and warm. He smiled in relief. "Thank you, Elizabeth." He leaned in and whispered, "I promise I will make it up to you."

Elizabeth trembled at the intensity of his gaze. She opened her mouth to speak when the next guests were announced. Mr Darcy immediately stepped away from her with an apologetic look. She took deep breaths to calm her racing heart. As Lord and Lady Sefton entered, she raised her head and squared her shoulders to meet this paragon of womanly virtue, Lady Emily.

Lady Emily was announced after her parents had moved completely away from the door. She swept in as regal as a queen, head held high; possessed with a natural grace and poise, evidence of her aristocratic breeding. Elizabeth's breath caught and her shoulders drooped slightly. She was stunning. Ebony hair piled artfully on top of her head, fastened with silver combs, studded with what were no doubt diamonds. Her gown was an ice blue of gossamer silk, that floated around her perfect form artfully. She was tall for a woman; her features, delicate and finely formed.

As she drew nearer, Elizabeth's eyes widened in sudden recognition. She had been the young lady who had made the disparaging comment about Jane not being in the same class as Mr Darcy the night at the Opera. She had uttered those contemptible words that he 'need not shop amongst the cows.' Elizabeth was indignant. How dare she say such a thing about dear Jane?

She didn't notice Mr Darcy slowly come up beside her, until he was at her elbow. As Lady Emily was occupied with greeting Lord and Lady Matlock, Darcy whispered, "What is wrong, Elizabeth?"

"I recognize her."

Darcy glanced at her in surprise. "From where? When?"

Elizabeth said softly, "The night at the Opera. She was the one who made that disparaging comment about Jane. Do you remember? I told you what I overheard."

Darcy's eyes narrowed. "Yes. I remember," he said coldly. He should not be surprised such a comment had come from the mouth of that woman. Just another black mark on her already black heart. He didn't envy Richard his role tonight. Darcy noticed Lady Emily glancing in his direction coyly. He turned away slightly, rolling his eyes. She was no demure maiden. He was sure if he were close enough to see her eyes, they would hold a manipulative gleam. He reluctantly moved away from Elizabeth as her sister came to join her.

"What has you looking so grim, Lizzy?" Jane glanced at Lady Emily. "She is very beautiful."

"Nothing, Jane. I am well." Reluctantly she agreed that she was indeed beautiful. A proverb came to mind, and she muttered, "A fair face may hide a foul heart."

Jane looked at her in surprise. "Why do you say that, Lizzy? You don't know Lady Emily, do you?"

"I know of her, Jane." Elizabeth would not say more. She didn't want to reveal to Jane what she had overheard the night at the Opera. No need for Jane to think ill of the lady, if she could even be called that.

Lady Emily approached Darcy as a cat approaches a mouse, stealthy and eager. She was upon him before he even realized, so intent was he on Elizabeth's quiet conversation with her sister.

"Good evening, Mr Darcy," Lady Emily purred. She reached up to touch his arm, giving him a flirtatious wink. "How good to see you here. I am so glad you decided to grace us with your presence."

Darcy bowed and said with indifference, "Good evening, Lady Emily." He gestured to Elizabeth and Jane standing nearby and made the introductions.

Lady Emily gave Elizabeth a cursory glance before fixing her gaze on Jane. She blatantly looked Jane up and down, her eyes narrowed as she sized up her competition. Finally, she sniffed disdainfully and said, "Charmed, I'm sure."

Elizabeth was incensed. How dare she treat Jane so contemptuously! The effrontery of the woman. She had to force herself to take deep, even breaths. She would not stand for such rudeness, even if she was a Lady.

Thankfully, dinner was announced and everyone moved towards the dining room. Lady Eleanor approached with Richard trailing behind her. Turning to Lady Emily, she said, "Lady Emily, my son will escort you to dinner."

Lady Emily's eyes briefly flashed with a look of dismay before changing to coyness. She turned to Darcy and said, demurely, "I was hoping I could be escorted by Mr Darcy, Lady Matlock." She reached to take his arm, but Darcy deftly maneuvered out of her grasp.

"And deny me the pleasure of your company, Lady Emily? I am hurt." Richard clutched his chest as if in pain.

Lady Emily tittered. She reluctantly took the Colonel's arm, glancing up at Darcy and smiled seductively. "I will allow your cousin to usurp your place, Mr Darcy if you promise to turn the pages for when I perform on the pianoforte later." Darcy simply bowed his head in acknowledgement. With a triumphant glance at Jane, she allowed the Colonel to lead her into the dining room. As they passed Jane, the Colonel extended his other arm.

"Miss Bennet, my other arm is lonely. Would you do me the honor?" The Colonel smiled at Jane.

Jane looked at the Colonel for a moment, an unreadable expression on her face before taking his arm. "Of course, Colonel Fitzwilliam. Thank you."

"Darcy, if you would escort Mrs Gardiner and Miss Elizabeth?"

Darcy sighed in relief and gratitude. "It would be my pleasure." Turing to Elizabeth he offered his arm with a smile. As she took it he leaned in and whispered, "Don't do anything rash, Elizabeth."

"Whatever do you mean, Mr Darcy? I would not dream of doing anything reckless."

"You're planning something. I can tell by that mischievous glint in your eyes." Darcy walked up to Mrs Gardiner and offered his other arm. "Just be careful. Lady Emily can be spiteful."

"Your warning is noted, Mr Darcy." Elizabeth said quietly.

Darcy assisted Elizabeth and Mrs Gardiner to their seats and happily took the seat next to Elizabeth, on the right of his Aunt. He noted with a groan that Lady Emily was seated across from him to the left of his Aunt. Thankfully, Richard was seated on Lady Emily's other side. He hoped Richard made good on his promise and occupied Lady Emily's attention.

Quiet conversation commenced as the first course was served. Predictably, Lady Emily attempted several times to engage Darcy in conversation, but was thwarted each time by the Colonel diverting her attention away. Lady Eleanor smiled and winked at Elizabeth after each occurrence.

Elizabeth was able to relax and enjoy her soup. She alternated between conversing with her Aunt on her right and Mr Darcy on her left. She also observed her sister and the Colonel seated across from her, but she detected nothing out of the ordinary. However, each time the Colonel had to engage Lady Emily in conversation, he appeared slightly disgruntled to have to divert his attention away from her sister. Each time this happened Jane would frown slightly. As she was intent on observing her sister she suddenly felt a leg press up against hers under the table, causing her to slightly choke on her soup. She sipped her water, discreetly clearing her throat as she glanced at Mr Darcy from the corner of her eye. His face gave nothing away, except for an imperceptible smile on his face.

Mrs Gardiner leaned over and whispered, "are you well, Lizzy?"

Elizabeth nodded her head as she sat up straight in her chair; contemplating what she should do. As she debated, Mr Darcy moved his foot behind hers, pushing it forward slightly so their legs were touching from their ankles to past her knees. Her eyes widened as she blushed. Well, two could play at this game. Elizabeth slid her foot back slightly and ran it up the back of Mr Darcy's calf, smiling triumphantly when she heard him choke on his soup, causing him to cough loudly.

Elizabeth turned and with a raised brow said softly, "You should take care Mr Darcy. Don't take more than you can handle."

Darcy stared at Elizabeth, a small smile on his lips. In a low voice, he answered, "you are perfectly correct. I will be sure to weigh the risks before my next move."

Elizabeth resumed eating her soup, unsurprised when Mr Darcy moved his leg up against hers again. As she moved to slide hers away, he quickly maneuvered his leg under hers so her leg was trapped between his. She gasped, quickly putting down her spoon. Carefully, she tried to extricate her leg; her efforts fruitless as Mr Darcy was much stronger than her. She couldn't risk being more obvious without her actions becoming evident to others. She huffed lightly in exasperation, causing Mr Darcy to chuckle softly. She looked up and immediately noticed her Uncle staring at her and Mr Darcy with narrowed eyes. She looked down and picked up her spoon to resume eating, her hand trembling. She whispered frantically, "My Uncle."

Darcy glanced up and met the narrowed gaze of Elizabeth's guardian. He was looking back and forth between them with suspicion. Darcy carefully moved his leg so Elizabeth could disentangle her leg from his.

Elizabeth said under her breath, "I thought you said you would weigh the risks, Mr Darcy."

Darcy smiled, "I did, Miss Elizabeth."

Elizabeth huffed. "Was it worth risking my Uncle's ire?"

"Definitely."

Elizabeth blushed and resumed eating her soup. During the second course, the conversation down at the end of the table between Lord Matlock and Lord Sefton became loud enough to disrupt the others conversations.

"I dislike the country. There is never anything to do. Besides, my wife and daughter prefer town, so I happily oblige them." With a wink at Lord Matlock, he added, "I find it promotes familial happiness."

"I have to disagree with you, Lord Sefton. Town is noisy, dirty, and the air is full of ill humors. There is nothing more beneficial than country air." Lord Matlock's tone suggested Lord Sefton's opinion was irrational and absurd.

"Oh, I agree with Lord Matlock Father." Lady Emily said hastily with an uneasy glance in Darcy's direction. "The country is so refreshing."

Lord Sefton stared at his daughter, disbelievingly. "What? But I thought.."

Lady Sefton interrupted and with a sharp look at her husband. "Yes, I agree. I do not deny that I enjoy town. But the country has many benefits as well." She smiled condescendingly at Mr Gardiner seated next to her. "Besides, having a country home is a matter of distinction. Separating ourselves from the masses who do not. Don't you agree, Lady Matlock?"

Lady Eleanor narrowed her eyes at Lady Sefton. "I see nothing that distinguishes us from the masses, Lady Sefton but ignorance. There are many who could have a home in the country but choose not to. I find that is no great distinction, as you call it."

Jane, obviously distressed by the tension asked, "What part of the country are you from, Lady Sefton?"

"Herefordshire."

Elizabeth raised her brow in amusement. Well, that was providential. "Indeed? I have never been there. What is it like?"

"Oh, it is beautiful. There is nothing to equal the Malven Hills." Lady Emily enthused. She fluttered her eyes at Darcy. "Except perhaps the peak district in Derbyshire."

"Yes, the peaks are very beautiful." Darcy said apathetically.

Elizabeth smiled. She knew Mr Darcy was extremely proud of his native Derbyshire. He had talked about it at length with her yesterday. She smiled at Lady Emily, "I understand that Herefordshire is known for its cows, Lady Emily."

Darcy choked on his water, glancing at her in mild astonishment. She had a benign smile on her face but her eyes were dancing with wicked amusement. He slid his leg up to hers, tapping her foot lightly. She jumped slightly, but her smile didn't waver.

Lady Emily looked at Elizabeth in slight confusion. "Yes, I suppose it is. We have quite a large herd of them. They are very docile. I played in our fields without any fear when I was a child."

Lord Sefton raised his glass, "They are great for breeding as well."

"Really, Sefton. You should not say such things in polite company. Especially in front of ladies." Admonished Lady Sefton.

Elizabeth and Mr Darcy glanced at each other in amusement. Elizabeth looked across the table at the Colonel who was rubbing his lips with his finger, trying not to laugh. Jane had a look of mild confusion on her face.

As the next course was laid down, Lady Emily exclaimed, "Oh! I do enjoy a good piece of mutton. Don't you, Mr Darcy?"

Darcy looked at Lady Emily and said, "Indeed? I myself have always preferred a good piece of beef." Darcy cast a sideways look at Elizabeth, bringing his leg up against hers.

Elizabeth took a drink to prevent her from laughing. Did Mr Darcy really just compare her to a piece of beef? She shook her head in amusement as she stepped as hard as she could on his foot, which made no impact with her thin evening slippers. Darcy glanced at her, smiling before bringing his leg to rest against hers.

Silence descended over the table until Lady Worthington turned to Lord Sefton and asked, "So, are you following the latest trend to paint your horses tails, Lord Sefton?"

Richard covered his mouth with his napkin, coughing. He took a quick drink of water, glancing at Miss Bennet to his left. Jane was shaking her head, a look of disapproval on her face.

Lord Sefton snorted. "Oh yes. Which dandy started that, again?"

"Sir Reginald Lynton." Richard answered promptly, winking at Darcy across the table.

Elizabeth stared at the Colonel then back at Jane who gave her a significant look, nodding her head in the Colonel's direction. Elizabeth raised a brow. It appeared Jane was correct, the Colonel did have something to do with Sir Reginald's horses.

Lady Worthington proceeded to inform Lord Sefton that he could paint his horse tails any color, but purple. "Lord Worthington would be extremely displeased."

"I would not dream of it, Lady Worthington." Lord Sefton answered.

The rest of the meal passed quietly until Lady Eleanor excused the ladies from the table. As Darcy stood to assist Elizabeth, he leaned over and quietly said, "Don't leave your sister alone with Lady Emily."

Elizabeth nodded her head in acknowledgment and followed the rest of the ladies from the room.

As Elizabeth entered the Drawing Room, she noticed Lady Emily taking a seat next to Jane on the sofa. Elizabeth quickly walked over, taking the chair next to Jane.

"Tell me, Miss Bennet. Are you often in London?" Lady Emily said with false kindness.

"Every year, Lady Emily." Jane said demurely.

"I have never seen you before. When do you usually visit?"

"In the Autumn."

Lady Emily raised her brows. "Indeed, what an unfashionable time to come to town. Why not come for the season if you come every year? Your family likely cannot afford it." Lady Emily looked over Jane and Elizabeth's gowns, obviously finding them wanting.

Elizabeth, noticing that Jane was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, said, "Autumn is usually the best time for us to visit our Uncle and Aunt, Lady Emily."

"Ah, yes. I imagine his business, " Lady Emily sneered. "Keeps him quiet occupied."

"He is very busy, yes. We are very proud of our Uncle. He has helped so many rebuild their lives and regain what they have lost through imprudent choices." Elizabeth took a deep breath to calm her rising indignation.

Jane added softly, "He even helped Lord Matlock regain his family fortunes."

Lady Emily raised a perfectly sculpted brow. "Yes, I know. A shame that he had to dirty his hands. My family has never had to lower ourselves to consort with commoners."

Elizabeth felt her ire rise. "Mr Darcy is a commoner, Lady Emily." (1)

Lady Emily stared at Elizabeth, her face flushing. "That is different. Mr Darcy is a gentleman and very wealthy."

Elizabeth arched a brow, "I didn't realize that being a gentleman was synonymous with being wealthy."

"It's not." Lady Emily flushed uncomfortably. Gathering her pride, she lifted her chin and said arrogantly, "Besides, it doesn't matter if a man is wealthy or not as I have an extremely large dowry. Yours is practically nonexistent, if I'm not mistaken."

Elizabeth stared at Lady Emily in shock that she would bring up such a thing with complete strangers. It was beyond tactless. She opened her mouth to reply, when Jane reached over and laid a gentle hand over hers.

"I am grateful I don't have a large dowry, Lady Emily. That way I can be certain a man cares for me and not what money I bring to the marriage."

Lady Eleanor heard Jane's statement as she approached. I guess Marianne hasn't told them.It's probably for the best, they would be sought after by every fortune hunter in the land. "Lady Emily, would you perform for us?"

Lady Emily hesitated. "Mr Darcy promised to turn the pages for me, Lady Matlock. I will wait for the gentlemen to arrive." She smiled brightly at Lady Eleanor, who narrowed her eyes in displeasure.

Lady Eleanor turned to Elizabeth and calmly asked, "Miss Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth smiled. "Of course, Lady Eleanor. I would be happy to." Elizabeth made her way to the pianoforte, searching her mind for the perfect song. Something from memory would be best. Elizabeth sat at the pianoforte and began playing Silent Worship from Handel's Tolomeo (2).

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Darcy listened passively as the gentlemen discussed the likelihood of war with the Americas. His mind wandered to the Drawing room down the hallway where Elizabeth was waiting. He would have to force himself to keep his distance and remain impassive in her presence, but at least he would be able to hear her, see her. He was sure his Aunt would ask her to perform. If he turned the pages for Lady Emily, he could perform the same office for Elizabeth without being scrutinized. He smiled. in satisfaction.

"Judging by that smile on your face, you must be thinking of a woman, Darcy." Startled, Darcy looked up to meet Lord Sefton's sharp gaze. Darcy took in the faces of the others, who were all looking at him in amusement. This would not do. The others may know of his relationship with Elizabeth, but Lord Sefton did not, nor did he want him to. He would tell his wife, who would tell her daughter. He took a deep breath. No, he had to be careful.

Darcy straightened. "You are right, Lord Sefton. I was thinking of my sister, Georgiana." Darcy felt a pang of guilt using his sister in such a way, but it couldn't be helped.

Lord Sefton raised his brows, "your sister, eh?" His tone clearly indicated that he did not believe him.

Lord Matlock stood and said, "Speaking of the ladies, why don't we join them?"

Darcy breathed a sigh of relief. He gave his Uncle a grateful look, before turning to see Richard's amused smile.

"Nicely done, cousin," Richard said in a low voice. "I don't think he believed you, though. He probably thinks you were thinking about his daughter."

Darcy groaned softly. "I don't know which is worse. Him believing I was thinking about his horror of a daughter or Elizabeth."

"Definitely, Miss Elizabeth. I think he wants his daughter to marry you more than she does."

Darcy looked at his cousin in astonishment. "Why?"

"Haven't you heard the rumors? Lord Sefton has lost heavily at the gambling tables." Richard spoke so softly, Darcy could barely hear him.

"Surely not."

"It's true. He needs her to marry a man of wealth and soon."

Darcy heaved a sigh. That would make Lord Sefton desperate, which made him dangerous. "Thank you for the warning, cousin."

Richard smiled and quickened his pace. Darcy drew up to Gardiner as they walked to the Drawing room.

Quietly, Darcy said, "Gardiner, you may want to talk with Lord Sefton. I believe he could use your expertise."

Gardiner glanced at Darcy. "Lord Sefton is not a man who would welcome my expertise, Darcy. He is much too proud."

"Speak not in the ears of a fool: for he will despise the wisdom of thy words." (3) Darcy quoted softly.

Gardiner snorted. "Truer words were never spoken."

As they neared the Drawing room, the distinct sounds of a pianoforte could be heard. Gardiner brightened and turning to Darcy said, with a distinctive twinkle in his eye, "We are just in time, Lizzy is about to perform."

Darcy smiled in anticipation and eagerly followed Gardiner into the Drawing room. He stopped just inside the door, taking a quick survey around the room. He noticed Richard near Miss Bennet and Lady Emily on the far side of the room so he placed himself as far from them as possible. He took a seat next to Lady Worthington, in full view of Elizabeth at the pianoforte.

As Elizabeth began to sing, Darcy closed his eyes in appreciation. Her voice was beautiful; clear and unaffected. She sang with such expressive emotion that it pierced him to the heart.

Did you not hear My LadyGo down the garden singingBlackbird and thrush were silentTo hear the alleys ringing

Oh saw you not My LadyOut in the garden thereShaming the rose and lilyFor she is twice as fair.

Though I am nothing to herThough she must rarely look at meAnd though I could never woo herI love her till I die

Darcy was mesmerized as he listened to the woman who held his future felicity in her small hands.He still could not believe this incredible woman was his.His thoughts were interrupted by a soft clearing of a throat.He turned slightly toward Lady Worthington with a questioning look.

In a soft voice she said, "You are a little too transparent in your regard, Mr Darcy.Remember that there are others present who would not wish you joy."

Darcy straightened, quickly changing his expression from one of adoration to one of impassivity.He subtly glanced around the room to see who had witnessed his blatant regard for Elizabeth.Lady Sefton was eyeing him with narrowed eyes, her gaze darting back and forth between him and Elizabeth at the pianoforte.Darcy groaned, forcing himself to fix his gaze on Lady Emily, seated across the room.

Surely you heard My LadyGo down the garden singingSilencing all the songbirdsAnd setting the alleys ringing

Darcy's gaze moved from Lady Emily to Miss Bennet seated next to her, her posture rigid.He frowned. Richard was seated in the chair next to Miss Bennet, his gaze fixed on her, an unmistakable look of longing on his face. Darcy raised his brows.Well, I guess my question is answered; Richard clearly admires Miss Bennet.Next to him, Lady Worthington snorted in amusement.

But surely you see My LadyOut in the garden thereRivaling the glittering sunshineWith a glory of golden hair

As everyone applauded Elizabeth's performance, Lady Worthington turned to him and winked. "It seems you are not the only one who has difficulty concealing his regard." She cut her eyes at Richard and Miss Bennet, who were now conversing. With a smile, she whispered, "I must applaud your choice, Mr Darcy. Miss Elizabeth is really quite remarkable. My estimation of you has risen."

"Thank you, Lady Worthington." Darcy noticed Lady Emily stand and walk to the pianoforte. He sighed. "Now, I must do my duty."

Lady Worthington's chuckle followed him as he reluctantly joined Lady Emily at the pianoforte. As he approached, she smiled brightly at him. "Why, I didn't even have to remind you, Mr Darcy."

Darcy refrained from rolling his eyes and bowed. "What will you play, Lady Emily?" he asked politely.

"Certainly not a quaint country piece like the one we were just forced to endure. It was positively provincial." She wrinkled her nose in distaste. "Something more sophisticated and refined." She showed him the music she intended to play, a well known piece by Mozart, Rondo Alla Turca. (4) "More fitting for a lady of the ton, don't you agree?" She fluttered her eyelashes coquettishly.

Darcy clenched his jaw to keep from giving Lady Emily a well deserved set down, knowing he was being keenly observed by both her parents. He breathed through his nose, forcing himself to stay calm. He dutifully stood beside her to turn the pages, standing as far away as possible.

Lady Emily looked up at him with a frown. In a soft voice, she said, "No need to be shy, Mr Darcy." She indicated that she wished for him to sit beside her on the piano bench.

"I believe it is more proper for me to remain here, Lady Emily." Darcy said indifferently, his face impassive.

Lady Emily tittered. "Not among friends, Mr Darcy." She patted the seat beside her, giving him what she thought was a seductive smile.

Seeing no way out, he sat on the very edge of the piano bench as far away from Lady Emily as possible. She immediately moved so that they were side by side, her hip touching his. Darcy tensed, forcing himself to remain emotionless.

Lady Emily began to play and Darcy gradually retreated to the edge of the bench until by the end of the piece he was once again standing beside the pianoforte.

As the guests applauded, she looked up at him and smiled. "See, isn't that much more desirable to a gentleman of your standing than a simple country piece?" She directed a scathing look in Elizabeth and her sister's direction.

Darcy's nose flared and in a cold voice said, "perhaps to some. But as I am a country gentleman I find that I prefer the simplicity of what the country has to offer than anything found in town." Darcy leveled a cold look at Lady Emily before raising his eyes to gaze at Elizabeth, his expression softening.

Lady Emily followed Mr Darcy's gaze as it rested on Elizabeth. She stood, her eyes blazing. "Well, I guess there is no account for good taste. It seems you have been too long in the country, Mr Darcy to fully appreciate what town has to offer." With a swish of her skirts she left and went to her parents; leaning over to whisper something to them, a murderous expression on her face.

Lady Eleanor approached with a look of dismay. "What did you do, Darcy?"

Darcy, his expression hard, said. "She insulted Elizabeth, Aunt. I couldn't just stand by and permit her."

Lady Eleanor sighed. "No, I suppose not. But I wish you would have shown a little more forbearance. This is what I thought you wanted to avoid. Now, all of London will know your intentions towards Elizabeth."

"No, they will not." Lady Worthington said firmly, coming to stand beside Darcy.

"What do you mean?" Lady Eleanor said. Her eyes widened as realization dawned. "Sophie Newton, you would not dare."

Lady Worthington smiled mischievously. "Oh no? Watch me."

Darcy watched in confusion, Lady Eleanor in disapproval as Lady Worthington glided up to Lord and Lady Sefton, taking the seat next to them. As she talked, Lord and Lady Sefton's faces slowly drained of color. Lord Sefton responded angrily to Lady Worthington, his face turning crimson. As Lady Worthington responded, Lord Sefton visibly relaxed as he nodded grudgingly. He turned his angry gaze towards Darcy, saying something to Lady Worthington. She shook her head.

Darcy quietly asked, "What is going on, Aunt?"

Lady Eleanor shook her head in disapproval. "Warning them to keep their counsel or she will reveal their secrets."

Darcy said in surprise, "I thought you said she doesn't use blackmail, Aunt."

"Oh, she doesn't. Not really. She simply uses her knowledge as leverage to get what she wants. And in this case, she wants the courtship between you and Elizabeth to remain a secret."

Darcy said sardonically, "It sounds a lot like blackmail to me, Aunt. Even if there is no money exchanged."

Lady Eleanor snorted. "Well, I don't agree with what she does, but she really is quite harmless. Even though she is threatening Lord Sefton to expose whatever secret or secrets he has, she would never do it."

"Then why do what she says?"

Lady Eleanor shook her head and laughed. "I have no idea. Perhaps, they fear she will if they go against her. I am sure most of the ton is petrified she will go to the papers."

Darcy sighed. Like his Aunt, he didn't condone what Lady Worthington did, but he had to admit he felt gratitude for her. He nodded to his Aunt and went to sit beside Elizabeth. He reached over and taking her hand, brought it to his lips for a gentle kiss.

Elizabeth stared at him in shock, snatching her hand away as she glanced uneasily towards Lady Emily and her parents. "Mr Darcy, have you lost your senses?"

Darcy smiled, "No, our secret is not a secret anymore. Therefore, it is no longer necessary to hide my regard."

Richard laughed loudly as Jane tried to shush him. Elizabeth stared at Mr Darcy. "What do you mean? I thought you didn't want Lady Emily to know."

Darcy nodded his head in Lady Emily's direction. "Lady Worthington is taking care of it."

Elizabeth turned and saw Lady Emily looking at them, fury burning in her eyes. Elizabeth's eyes widened. "Oh dear. But I don't understand, how did she find out?"

Darcy cleared his throat. "I may have indirectly stated my preference. For you."

Elizabeth raised a brow. "Oh? You mean another indirect comment like the one at dinner when you compared me to a piece of beef?"

Richard guffawed loudly, leaning forward. "Is that what that was? Darcy, remind me to give you tips on how to properly woo a woman. Comparing her to a cow is definitely not very ah...romantic."

Darcy, looking slightly sheepish, responded, "Well, I only stated to Lady Emily that I preferred Miss Elizabeth's country piece to hers. So now, Lady Worthington is ensuring that all of London does not know our business by teatime tomorrow."

Suddenly Lady Emily stood before them, her furious eyes darting back and forth between Darcy and Elizabeth. She lifted her head, and with barely concealed contempt, sneered, "well I suppose I should not be surprised. When one is used to cavorting with the cows, it is inevitable that you prefer the stink of the farmyard to the refined society of town."

Elizabeth felt her face flush with anger. How dare she insult Mr Darcy in such a way? In a hard voice, she said, "Indeed? Well I find it ironic, Lady Emily that it is your family that possesses cows, not mine. As you so obviously desired Mr Darcy's good opinion, your way ahead is clear. You simply need to cavort with your herd of cows as you did as a child. Then perhaps you too can aspire to someone of Mr Darcy's consequence."

Lady Emily stared at Elizabeth, her mouth working. Finally, she sputtered, "you, you, you are..."

"I think the words you are looking for are impertinent, obstinate, and headstrong. Those are characteristics you too may want to develop if you wish to aspire to greater things. Good evening, Lady Emily." Elizabeth said boldly, her heart pounding.

Without a word, Lady Emily turned on her heel and quickly retreated back to her parents.

Elizabeth took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. What have I done? Her shoulders slumped and she turned dejectedly to Mr Darcy. What must he think of me now?As she met Mr Darcy's eyes, she stared. His expression was not at all what she expected. He looked...pleased? Proud? No, she must be mistaken. "Forgive me, that was..."

"Magnificent." Darcy said simply as he stared at the blazing eyes of his Elizabeth, a becoming flush on her cheeks. She was magnificent.

"Brilliant!" Colonel Fitzwilliam pronounced. "Remind me not to make you angry, Miss Elizabeth." Turning to Jane, he asked, "Is she always like this when she is angry?"

Jane looked at her sister with a sad smile. "Not as often as I would like."

Elizabeth and Jane shared a look of understanding. Jane knew more than anyone how often she had to control her temper, the penalty if she didn't.

Darcy saw the look of understanding pass between Elizabeth and her sister, knowing what Miss Bennet was referring to. His fists clenched as a well of anger grew in his chest until he almost couldn't breathe. An overwhelming need to protect Elizabeth came over him. I have to take her away from that woman she calls a mother.

Richard looked at Jane in confusion, observing an unmistakable look of sadness and regret pass over her lovely features. What could she mean? He frowned. He turned to his cousin and was astounded at his angry countenance, his eyes filled with resolve. Richard shook his head in confusion. What is going on?

Lady Eleanor approached and asked if anyone wished to play cards. They all declined, preferring to sit and converse. Conversation between them was stilted at first. But gradually they forgot the unpleasantness that was Lady Emily and were able to enjoy themselves, as young lovers are wont to do; until by the end of the evening it was all but forgotten. It came as no surprise when Lord Sefton, Lady Sefton and Lady Emily departed early. Their company was not missed.

A/N: Ah, that was so much fun to write! So what do you think of Lady W now? Cheeky old thing, ain't see? So, the Colonel is a bit smitten with our Jane :) I am happy that so many of you like the pairing. You'll just to wait and see what happens between the two ;) and when we throw Bingley and Miss Bingley into the mix -Hah!

(1) Although Darcy is the grandson of an Earl, he is only a member of the landed gentry. Anyone who didn't hold a peerage in England was considered a commoner.

(2) From 1996 adaption of Emma; song sung by Gwyneth Paltrow

(3) Proverbs 23:9 KJV

(4) The song played by Louisa Hurst in 1995 adaptation during the Netherfield Ball.

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