22. Chapter 22

Chapter 21

Elizabeth paused outside her Uncle's study, taking a deep breath before knocking firmly, ignoring a feeling of foreboding. Her hand had barely left the door, when it was opened by her Aunt. Elizabeth realized with shock that her Aunt had been crying, her eyes red and filled with unease and sadness.

"Why, Aunt! Whatever is the matter?" Elizabeth cried, astonished. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen her Aunt cry. Something must be terribly wrong.

"Come in, Lizzy and all will be explained. I confess I am having a hard time making sense of it all."

Mr Gardiner stood as she entered. "Come in, Lizzy." His tone was grave, his expression guarded.

Elizabeth felt her chest constrict with anxiety. "Please, tell me quickly. Did something befall my family?" Elizabeth immediately discarded that idea, as Jane would have been summoned as well. Another, more agonizing possibility entered her mind and she gasped, "Is it Mr Darcy? Is he well?"

Mr Gardiner held up a hand. "Yes, yes, he is fine. Everyone is fine, Lizzy. Please be calm," he said soothingly.

Elizabeth sat on the sofa, clasping her hands together, her posture rigid. Despite her Uncle's soothing words, his expression was anxious. He also appeared nervous, which confused her. Why would her Uncle be nervous? She waited impatiently as her Aunt and Uncle took a seat.

Mr Gardiner smiled gravely at Elizabeth, taking her hand. "Lizzy, I need you to listen very carefully to what I have to say."

Elizabeth stared at her Uncle in confusion. "Of course. Nothing could be worse than what my mind is imagining at this moment."

Mr Gardiner took a deep breath, before saying, "What I have to say concerns the man you saw yesterday at The Royal Menagerie. Do you know who I am talking about?"

Elizabeth nodded her head wordlessly.

"I believe him to be a man of my acquaintance from many years ago. His name is John Williamson." Mr Gardiner paused, looking at Elizabeth with raised brows. "Have you ever heard that name before?"

Elizabeth shook her head, her brow furrowed in confusion. "No, should I have?"

Mr Gardiner sighed. "No, I suppose his name would not be spoken in your home." He said, rubbing his eyes, "He was once a clerk employed by my father. After he died, and Mr Phillips took over his practice, Mr Williamson left. He moved to Scotland, where I believed him to be until Mr Darcy made me aware of his possible presence in London."

Elizabeth looked at her Uncle in bewilderment. "Yes, Mr Darcy told me that this man was an acquaintance of yours. But, I don't understand. Why are you telling me about this man? Mr Darcy said that all was well, that I didn't need to worry."

Mr Gardiner grimaced. "Yes, because I told him to say that. I didn't want to believe that Mr Williamson was a threat, but upon further reflection I think Mr Darcy is right to take precautions until we can eliminate that possibility."

"What threat? What precautions are you talking about, Uncle?" Elizabeth looked at her Uncle in growing dismay.

"Lizzy, be calm. All will be well. Mr Darcy has seen to that," Mrs Gardiner said soothingly, clasping her nieces hand.

"Lizzy, I will not go into details, they are not important. But you need to know that Mr Williamson may hold a grudge against me due to a wrong I committed against him many years ago. He may be back in London to exact revenge."

Elizabeth stared at her Uncle with wide eyes. "What wrong are you talking about?"

Mr and Mrs Gardiner exchanged a weighted look. "Edward," Mrs Gardiner said, firmly. "I think it would be best to tell her."

Elizabeth looked back and forth between her Aunt and Uncle, her brow furrowed in bewilderment. Her Aunt was obviously distressed and she couldn't recall ever seeing such a grave expression on her Uncle's face before. Elizabeth turned to her Aunt and pleaded, "Aunt, please tell me what this is all about. Does this have to do with why you are so upset?"

Mrs Gardiner turned away from her husband and answered, "Yes, in part. Your Uncle told me more details about Mr Williamson's history that I was unaware of and it upset me, but I will be well."

Before Mrs Gardiner could say anymore, Mr Gardiner held up a hand, shaking his head. Mrs Gardiner closed her mouth, her expression displeased.

"What I did is not important, Lizzy," Mr Gardiner said determinedly. "Our main concern right now is to locate, Mr Williamson as soon as possible."

"But why do you and Mr Darcy think this man is a threat to me? I have never met him!" Elizabeth stood and began pacing in agitation. This was all too fantastical, like something one read in a novel. The fact that her Uncle was obviously keeping information from her made her uneasy and angry. Her Uncle obviously felt guilt for the wrong he had committed, but why keep it from her, especially if this man meant to harm her?

Mr Gardiner responded, "Precautions have been taken to ensure your safety until Mr Williamson is found and his intentions become known."

Warily, Elizabeth asked, "What precautions are you talking about?"

Mr Gardiner pursed his lips, considering. "Hired men to keep you safe."

Elizabeth gasped, exclaiming, "What? You hired men to follow me? spy on me?"

"Mr Darcy hired them, Lizzy. When he realized that you were in potential danger there was nothing I could say to stop him."

Elizabeth took a deep breath to compose herself. She didn't know whether to be incensed at Mr Darcy's presumption or gratified at his obvious desire to protect her. Apparently, Lady Worthington was correct. Protective, indeed. She felt her heart soften towards Mr Darcy at his obvious concern for her safety.

Elizabeth realized with sudden clarity that this explained why Mr Darcy visited her Uncle this morning, likely to make arrangements. She shook her head. She had thought the worse of him. Again. And this clearly explained his officious behavior yesterday. Although she wished he would have been forthright with her, she couldn't fault his intentions.

Elizabeth turned to her Uncle with a resolute expression on her face. She wanted, no she needed answers. Her Uncle was being deliberately evasive. "You still haven't told me Mr Williamson's connection to me. Why would he wish to harm me?"

Mrs Gardiner looked at her husband again. Quietly, she said, "Edward, we must tell her something. Please."

Mr Gardiner sighed, rubbing his head, his expression resigned. "I am not sure he does wish you harm, my dear, or anyone." Mr Gardiner gave a pointed look at his wife, picking up her hand to kiss it lovingly.

Elizabeth's brow wrinkled in concentration. Remembering what Jane had deduced earlier, she asked, "Does this have anything to do with my strong resemblance to my mother? Because Mr Williamson thought he was seeing her?"

Mr Gardiner sighed, glancing at his wife. "Yes, my dear, it does."

"What connection does Mr Williamson have to my mother?" Elizabeth asked with a puzzled expression.

"Ah, my dear. That is not important."

"But..." protested Elizabeth.

Mr Gardiner held up his hand. "No, Elizabeth. It is best that some things remain in the past."

Seeing Elizabeth's confusion and dismay, Mrs Gardiner rose and went to her niece. Turning to her husband, she said, "Edward, she has a right to know. I think you've kept silent long enough."

Mr Gardiner looked at his wife, nodding slightly at her silent plea. "Lizzy, my dear. I will tell you the entirety of my families connection to John Williamson after we have found him. Right now, Darcy, Col Fitzwilliam and myself are doing everything in our power to locate him and ensure your safety."

Mrs Gardiner said, resolutely, "And if he doesn't tell you, I will."

Elizabeth sighed, resigned. "I understand, Uncle." Hesitantly, she asked, "Have you told Mr Darcy?"

Mr Gardiner shook his head, "No. I have told him what he needs to know. No more."

Like me. Elizabeth sighed, dissatisfied with her Uncle's secretiveness. Her mind was whirling with so many questions. What was John Williamson's connection to her Uncle, and more importantly to her mother? What did it have to do with her? There were too many unanswered questions. But she knew one thing for certain, Mr Darcy cared for her; his protectiveness and concern for her safety confirmed it.

Quietly, Elizabeth said, "I see now why Mr Darcy acted the way he did yesterday. Thank you for telling me."

"He didn't mention this yesterday, at my request. I felt that there was no reason to alarm or worry you. But after what occurred between you yesterday, he told me to tell you or he would."

Elizabeth smiled. Yes, that sounded like her Mr Darcy. As Elizabeth realized what she had thought, she blushed. Her Mr Darcy. Yes, she liked the sound of that.

Mr and Mrs Gardiner exchanged amused glances at their nieces inattentive behavior. Mrs Gardiner winked at her husband. Although, she didn't agree with her husband's decision to withhold information about John Williamson, she was grateful Elizabeth knew about the potential threat. Now she could reconcile with Mr Darcy and put this misunderstanding behind them.

Mrs Gardiner gave Elizabeth a fierce hug, whispering, "Mr Darcy is a good man, Lizzy. He did this for you, to ensure your safety. Don't take it lightly."

Elizabeth nodded her head. "Yes, I know."

Mrs Gardiner pulled back from her embrace to look Elizabeth in the eye, pointing a finger, she said, "Make sure he grovels sufficiently before you forgive him. Despite his good intentions, it in no way excuses his highhanded behavior."

Elizabeth smiled. "I will, Aunt."

A knock sounded at the door, and Simmons entered, saying, "Pardon the intrusion but there is a delivery for Miss Elizabeth. The messenger is waiting for a response."

Mr Gardiner raised his brows, "Indeed? Well better bring it in, Simmons."

"Very good, sir." Simmons left, returning momentarily. He was followed by a man carrying a large vase of flowers.

Elizabeth gasped, "Oh, how beautiful!" She went over for a closer look after the messenger placed them on a table. There were at least two dozen white tulips, with a single red tulip (1) in the middle. Blushing furiously, Elizabeth lightly fingered the red tulip.

"Well, Mr Darcy certainly isn't subtle, is he, Lizzy?" Mrs Gardiner said coming to stand next to her niece with a satisfied smile.

The messenger said, "I have a note for Miss Elizabeth Bennet."

Elizabeth turned and in a daze, said, "I am she." Taking the note from the messenger, she opened it with trembling fingers.

Miss Elizabeth, I humbly request an audience with you tomorrow. I eagerly await your reply.Your servant, FD

Elizabeth could not contain a brilliant smile from suffusing her face. She felt so much at this moment; relief, happiness, regret...love. She lightly ran her fingers across Mr Darcy's impeccable penmanship, her fingers lingering over his initials. She silently chastised herself for her inconstant and ungenerous thoughts regarding Mr Darcy. Jane was right, Mr Darcy was not like her mother. Whereas her mother's behavior stemmed from a desire to repress and control her, she now understood that Mr Darcy's behavior stemmed from his desire to protect and care for her . He had behaved badly, but so had she. Elizabeth realized with sudden understanding that they had both overreacted out of fear. She smiled. Perhaps there was hope for them after all, if they could work past their fears, together.

Mrs Gardiner cleared her throat to gain Elizabeth's attention. "Lizzy, do you have a reply for the messenger?"

"Oh! Yes, of course. Forgive me." Elizabeth walked to her Uncle's desk and quickly penned a reply.

Smiling, Elizabeth handed the note to the messenger. After he left, Elizabeth turned to her Aunt and Uncle, who both wore very satisfied expressions. Elizabeth raised a brow, "Yes?"

Mr Gardiner nodded, approvingly. "White tulips. Very appropriate, I think. Mr Darcy knows what he is about."

"And the red tulip, Edward? What do you think about that? " Mrs Gardiner asked her husband with an affectionate look.

To Elizabeth's astonishment, her Uncle flushed red, causing her to say, teasingly, "Why Uncle, you are blushing."

Mr Gardiner grumbled, "I am not."

Mrs Gardiner laughed delightedly. "He is, Lizzy. And for very good reason." At her niece's curious expression, she smiled. "Let's just say one of us gave the other a red tulip a long time ago, and it made all the difference in the world. Didn't it, Edward?"

Mr Gardiner smiled and winked at his wife. "It certainly did, my dear."

Elizabeth sighed happily as she left the room, carrying Mr Darcy's flowers carefully in her arms.

(1) A white tulip symbolizes forgiveness.They denote a new beginning and giving someone white tulips tells them you wish for them to forgive you and you want a fresh start; you want your relationship to be pure and seen as worthy, with any mistakes in the past forgiven and forgotten.

A red tulip is a declaration of love.It also symbolizes perfect love, eternal love, enduring love(Awww, *sigh*)

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Darcy paced in the foyer of his townhouse, waiting impatiently for the messenger to return from Gardiners with Elizabeth's response. What if she didn't want to see him or refused his gift? He stopped pacing, running his hands through his disheveled hair. He would not blame her if she did. He deserved her censure after treating her so disrespectfully. Why had he listened to Gardiner? He should have told her everything right away. He didn't want to keep things from her. His natural inclination was to be taciturn and uncommunicative; it had always been difficult for him to share his innermost thoughts and feelings. But with Elizabeth, he knew it was different. He wanted to share his feelings with her; he trusted her, implicitly. He just hoped the fragile trust they had built between them had not been permanently damaged by his thoughtless actions. He prayed for the opportunity to make amends and begin anew. He would settle for nothing less.

Richard approached, saying, "Darcy, you're frightening the servants with all this pacing and groaning. Come and join Georgiana and I in the music room."

Darcy, ignoring his cousins remark, asked quietly, "What if she doesn't want to see me, Richard?"

Richard rolled his eyes. "Of course she will, Darcy. Miss Elizabeth is a rational woman. After her tears are spent, she will come to see that you are not a proud, overbearing imbecile determined to bend her to your will."

Darcy looked at his cousin with anguish. "How could I have treated her so, Richard? What was I thinking?"

Richard smiled, stating, "You love her, Darcy. Men in love have been known to act foolishly and irrationally." Wryly, he added, "It's really quite amazing people marry at all."

Darcy looked at Richard and admitted what he already knew to be true. "I do, Richard," he stated with conviction. "I love Elizabeth, desperately; she consumes me. She is in my every thought. Her happiness and well being are always foremost in my mind." Pausing to run his hands through his hair, he turned and exclaimed, "And despite all I feel for her, I still treated her as if she were no more than a possession to order around at my whim!"

Richard leaned in and said, quietly, "Darcy, I hardly think this is the place for you to bear your soul. Your servants are discreet, but I don't think you want them privy to your inner turmoil."

Darcy groaned, running his hands through his hair. "You're right. Let's join Georgiana. She has been ignoring me since yesterday," Darcy said despondently.

"Of course she is. She was appalled by your behavior towards Miss Elizabeth. And might I remind you that you have given her no assurances that things will be well between the two of you. Georgiana is probably under the impression that she has lost a sister, permanently."

"Well, then I will reassure her." Darcy said decisively, walking to the music room with a quick and determined stride.

Georgiana was playing the pianoforte as Darcy entered with Richard. She did not cease her playing, but frowned, her expression displeased. He sighed, coming to stand beside her. "I am sorry for worrying you, Georgiana."

Georgiana ceased playing and said, angrily, "I am not the one you need to apologize to, brother."

"I know, and hopefully I will have an opportunity to throw myself at the mercy of Elizabeth tomorrow, but you need to know that all will be well. I made a mistake and I will do what is needed to correct it. I already sent a message to her, declaring my intentions."

Georgiana, forgetting that she was angry with her brother, asked animatedly, "What message, brother?"

Darcy smiled, relieved at her change in attitude. "Never you mind. But I hope it will let her know that I am not giving up. I expect her reply shortly."

"Oh, she will forgive you, brother. She has to!" Georgiana cried with feeling. "I will have her for my sister, Fitzwilliam." With a pointed look she said, "Make it happen."

Darcy laughed. "I will, I promise."

Georgiana smiled contentedly. "Well, then I forgive you." Reaching up, she pulled her brother next to her and said, in a commanding tone, "Now, let's practice our duet. There is nothing more romantic than a man who is musical. It will melt Lizzy's heart."

Richard laughed, coming to stand next to the pianoforte. "I don't know about that. I have always thought music was the purview of women."

"That proves how little you know, cousin." Darcy said authoritatively. "The Bard says that music is the food of love (2). And I, believe it, wholeheartedly."

"So there." Georgiana said with mock haughtiness, her nose in the air, causing her cousin and brother to laugh.

"You mean to tell me, Richard that the object of your affection would not enjoy a love song sung by you?" Darcy asked with raised brows.

Richard snorted. "From me? I have not a single musical bone in my body. My caterwauling would drive her away, not recommend myself to her."

"Pity. I guess you are doomed to remain a bachelor." Georgiana said offhandedly as she began to play.

Richard's lighthearted expression turned solemn and he turned away before his young cousin could see the effect her innocent statement had on his mind and heart.

Darcy frowned as he gazed at his cousin's somber expression. He suspected Richard was having doubts about pursuing Miss Bennet. He knew his heart was engaged, but he was still afraid of asking Miss Bennet to wait for him.

The door to the music room opened and Fletcher entered bearing a missive on a silver tray. Darcy leapt to his feet before Fletcher passed the threshold, snatching the note from the tray, with a hurried, "Thank you, Fletcher." Darcy ignored the brief look of shock that passed over Fletcher's face before it was replaced with his normal composed expression.

"Will be there be anything you require, sir?" Fletcher asked.

As Darcy was occupied, Richard replied, "That will be all, Fletcher. Thank you."

Darcy was oblivious to everyone and everything in the room. He tore open the note, reading the brief message once, twice to make sure he did not mistake her meaning.

Mr Darcy, I would be pleased to receive you at one o'clock tomorrow. EB

Darcy sighed, a wide smile infusing his face. There was hope. She would give him an opportunity to apologize. And he would make use of it; on his knees if necessary.

"Judging by the silly grin on your face, I am assuming that you received a favorable reply from your lady love?" Richard asked with a wide smile.

Darcy nodded with satisfaction. "Yes, she will see me tomorrow at one."

Georgiana squealed and began playing a lively dance tune, her joy matching the relief Darcy felt. All will be well.

(2) From Twelfth Night, Act 1, Scene 1

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"Lizzy, stop that. You're making me nervous." Jane lightly admonished her sister who was pacing the length of the Drawing room, biting her lip nervously.

Elizabeth sat, her posture stiff before leaping to her feet to pace anew. "I am sorry, Jane. Do you ever feel that your emotions are too big to be contained? I can't sit still. At this moment, it is an impossibility."

Jane sighed, putting down her embroidery. "Well, then why don't you venture outside?" She suggested, helpfully. "I am sure the fresh air will clear your head."

Elizabeth stopped pacing and looked at her sister, suspiciously. "If I didn't know any better, I would say you are trying to get rid of me."

Jane laughed. "Of course not, but I admit your constant movement is a little distracting."

Elizabeth wrinkled her nose. "Well, in that case maybe I will venture outside. After the near constant rain the last few days, the sunshine is a blessed relief." Elizabeth turned to leave as her Aunt entered.

"Leaving Lizzy?" Mrs Gardiner inquired with a smile. "I would think you would want to wait for Mr Darcy. He will be here shortly."

"That's the problem, Aunt. Lizzy is an emotional mess, waiting for Mr Darcy. I suggested that she get some fresh air." Jane smiled mischievously. "Besides, we can simply send Mr Darcy out to the garden. It would save you the trouble of trying to have a private conversation with others nearby."

Elizabeth laughed. "Very well. I can take a hint."

Simmons entered, uncharacteristically flustered. "Forgive me, Miss Elizabeth, but I just discovered this letter. I don't know why it was not delivered to you yesterday. It must have escaped my notice."

Mrs Gardiner smiled, "It is no matter, Simmons. Thank you for bringing it."

Elizabeth accepted the missive from Simmons. Turning to her Aunt and Jane she said with a laugh, "I suspect it is from papa or perhaps..." upon seeing who the letter was from, Elizabeth's face drained of color.

"Lizzy, what is it?" Jane said with concern, coming to stand beside her sister. Seeing the familiar handwriting, she attempted to snatch it from her sister. She pleaded, "Lizzy, don't! Don't read it. You know mama can have nothing to say worth reading."

Mrs Gardiner echoed her nieces sentiments. "Listen to Jane, Lizzy. Don't read it. You are so happy right now. Mr Darcy will be here soon, just wait. Please."

Elizabeth stared at the letter. She could not remember a time when her mother had written to her. In all the years she had visited her Aunt and Uncle, she had never received so much as a single line from her. Not once. What could she possibly have to say? She had written her mother last Sunday to ask again for forgiveness for her impertinent remark before coming to London. She didn't expect a reply, but she felt she needed to do it to have a clear conscience. Could it be possible that her mother had forgiven her? Elizabeth's curiosity won out. Hastily excusing herself, she headed to the garden, ignoring the fervent pleas of her Aunt and sister.

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Darcy entered Gardiners Townhouse filled with anticipation and a touch of anxiety. He handed his hat and gloves to Simmons before following him to the Drawing room where his Elizabeth was waiting. He tugged on his coat nervously, and fingered his cravat. He had taken especial care with his appearance today. He was not a man that was overly concerned with his appearance, he left that in the capable hands of his valet. But today, he had been rather demanding of Stevenson in his quest for perfection.

Simmons announced him and he entered the Drawing room, eager to see Elizabeth. It had been too long since he had gazed upon her beautiful face. Scanning the room, he immediately realized that Elizabeth was not present. His heart dropped. Had she changed her mind?

Mrs Gardiner came forward and greeted Darcy. Despite her warm words of welcome, her eyes were worried, her countenance tense. His anxiety grew. What was wrong?

His mask firmly in place, he asked, "Is Miss Elizabeth not receiving callers today, Mrs Gardiner?"

"No, that is, yes. Yes, of course. That is, she is in the garden, Mr Darcy." Mrs Gardiner wrung her hands, her expression nervous. She would not meet his eyes.

Darcy's heart froze. She didn't want to see him. All his anticipation and joy at being reunited with Elizabeth turned to dust. He would have to wait, try again. But how could he explain himself and apologize if he couldn't see her?

With a heavy heart, he said, "I understand, Mrs Gardiner. Please give Miss Elizabeth my best. I will see myself out. Good day." Darcy turned to go and was astounded when Mrs Gardiner grabbed his arm to prevent him leaving.

"No, Mr Darcy, wait. Please. You misunderstand. Lizzy has been anticipating your visit. It's just that something happened right before you arrived and I feel that she may not be in the right state of mind to receive you with equanimity."

Darcy looked at Mrs Gardiner, his guarded expression changing to one of concern. "What happened? Is she well? Did..." he lowered his voice to a whisper. "Does it have to do with Mr Williamson?"

Mrs Gardiner shook her head. "No, Lizzy took that information quite well, Mr Darcy. In fact, I think it relieved her mind quite a bit." Mrs Gardiner gave Darcy a knowing look.

Darcy sighed, grateful that Gardiner had told her. "Then what has caused her to become distressed, Mrs Gardiner?"

"She received a letter from home, Mr Darcy." Jane said quietly from her place on the sofa.

A letter from home? Darcy didn't understand why that would upset Elizabeth unless...his eyes widened in sudden realization. "From her mother," he spat in disgust. It could be from no one else. He had to see her, now. "She is in the garden?" Darcy asked, moving to the door. He didn't wait for Mrs Gardiners reply before hastily making his way to Elizabeth.

Mrs Gardiner stared at Mr Darcy's retreating back. He knew. He knew about Elizabeth's mother. But how? She was sure that Elizabeth had not had a chance to say anything to him yet. He must have heard it from her husband. She breathed a silent prayer, thanking God for sending this man to her dear niece.

Darcy strode towards the garden with a single purpose, ensure that Elizabeth was well and offer whatever comfort he could. He prayed he would have the words to relieve her pain. He exited the house, his feet automatically leading him to the oak tree at the back of the garden, knowing he would find her there.

He slowed his steps as he neared the tree, not wishing to alarm her with his sudden presence. As the path turned, he stopped abruptly at the heartbreaking sight before him. She was sitting on the bench, her arms wrapped around her torso, a crumbled letter clutched in her hand. Her expression was desolate, her posture dejected. She looked so vulnerable, so young. Too young to carry such a burden. As he watched, a single tear made its way down her cheek.

He could stay away no longer. As he approached, she looked up and saw him, her eyes widening in surprise. She straightened, hastily wiping away the remnants of her tears.

"Mr Darcy," Elizabeth said in a tremulous voice. She attempted a smile. "It is good to see you," she said softly.

Darcy sat next to her, taking her free hand in his. He stared at their joined hands for a moment before raising his eyes to meet hers. She valiantly tried to hide her distress, but he saw her suffering.

Remorsefully, Darcy said, "Elizabeth, it pains me to see you in such distress. And to know that I am the one who caused such pain fills me shame and regret. I know not what I can do to make amends, but ask anything of me and I will do all in my power to see it fulfilled."

Elizabeth gazed at the man before her, his eyes filled with remorse and self-loathing. "Mr Darcy, I will not deny that your words pained me." She looked down and in a voice so quiet it was almost inaudible, said, "more than you know." She took a deep breath and raised her head, her eyes searching his face, so dear, so loved. "I understand now why you acted the way you did. Although, I wish you had explained to me what was going on rather than speak to me in such a way, your intentions were pure. I must apologize to you as well, I..."

Darcy placed his finger against her lips. "No, Elizabeth. You have nothing to apologize for. I am to blame. Your actions were justified in light of my despicable behavior."

Elizabeth arched a brow and said, "You go back on your word so quickly, sir?" At Mr Darcy's surprised expression, she explained, "you told me to ask anything of you and you would see it done. Well, Mr Darcy, I ask that you allow me to tell you how sorry I am."

Darcy smiled, guiltily. "Forgive me, Elizabeth. I see I shall have ample opportunity to practice apologizing to you in the future."

Elizabeth blushed, and looking down said softly, "Our actions were motivated by fear, Mr Darcy. You acted out of fear for my safety and I..." Elizabeth clutched the letter from her mother in her hand more tightly, her throat constricting, "I was afraid that you sought to control me...as others have done."

Darcy stared at Elizabeth, and said, adamantly, "No, never. I would never try to control you, Elizabeth. I admire your independent nature." Darcy placed a finger under her chin, raising her head to meet his eyes. "You are perfect, just the way you are."

Elizabeth felt her eyes fill with tears and she looked away. No, she was far from perfect. She had the proof of it in her hand.

"Elizabeth?" Darcy asked, concerned. "What is it?"

Elizabeth shook her head. "I am not perfect, Mr Darcy."

"For me, you are." Darcy said earnestly.

Elizabeth stared at Mr Darcy, her heart pounding from nervousness and fear. What would he say if she told him? Would he walk away? Despise her? Shun her? She took a deep breath, staring at the letter she grasped in her hand. Reluctantly, she removed her hand from Mr Darcy's to smooth the crumpled letter in her lap.

Darcy looked at the letter, his eyes narrowing in barely concealed anger. How he wished he had been able to prevent her from reading it. He could not imagine what horrible things that woman had to write to his Elizabeth. With a calmness he didn't feel, he asked, "Is that a letter from home?"

Wordlessly, Elizabeth nodded her head. She looked at Mr Darcy for a moment, gathering her courage for what she knew she needed to do. Trust. She had to trust him. Taking a deep breath, she held out the letter to Mr Darcy with shaking hands.

Darcy stared at the letter Elizabeth held in her small, trembling hands. Raising his eyes to search hers, he saw her fear but also resolve and determination. Without breaking eye contact, he took the letter in his hands. She closed her eyes as soon as it left her hand, letting out a loud exhale. Darcy reached over and squeezing her hand, asked, "You wish for me to read this?" He wanted her to confide in him so he could dispel the fear and uncertainty she felt.

"Yes," Elizabeth whispered. "Please."

Darcy nodded his head and taking a deep breath, began to read.

Lizzy,

I don't know what you mean by writing me.If I wanted to hear from you, I would have asked for your correspondence.As for accepting your apology, I don't see why I should.I suppose you are trying to be a dutiful daughter, but it is far too little, too late.We both know that you are an ungrateful, obstinate, headstrong girl who cares for nothing and no one but herself.What you do to mypoor nerves!If you did care, you would have insisted that my dear Lydiatake your place in London.She is a deserving daughter, whereas, you most definitely, are not.

But as you have written me, I feel it incumbent upon me to tell you to not make a fool of yourself.You will never capture the interest of any man, let alone a man of any consequence. Your time in Londonis a complete waste, I am sure.But, I suppose you serve a purpose; Jane appears so much lovelier and desirable compared to your plainness and outspoken, hoydenish ways.I am sure men are falling all over my dear Jane.Be sure to stay out of the way, Lizzy.If I hear that you have scared off Jane's suitors, I can't be responsible for what I may do!

As for you, my dear Lizzy, as you have nothing to recommend yourself, it is better that you steer clear of men altogether.As I am sure the only men you could attract would be liars and deceivers; it is better for you to remain alone.They will only disappoint and leave you in the end.Now, that I think about it, I think it best that you just come home.I will insist that Mr B retrieve you and take Lydiainstead.My Lydiahas been so despondent and I really don't like to see her so out of sorts.And it is all your fault, Lizzy! Your selfishness has put this entire house in an uproar!Think of others for once, and come home, Lizzy, I insist upon it!

Your longsuffering, Mama

Lizzy,

You are to remain in London.Enjoy yourself, my dear. Your loving, Papa.

As Darcy read the words, even he could not have imagined the vitriol her mother poured from her poisonous pen. By the end, his hand was shaking with so much repressed anger he felt he would explode. He stood, breathing heavily, trying to regain control over his raging emotions, not wanting to frighten Elizabeth.

Elizabeth watched Mr Darcy's face as he read her mother's letter. It was done. He would know by her own mother's admission that she was unfit to be a wife, unworthy of any man's esteem, especially not one of Mr Darcy's consequence. She watched with an aching heart as he took in her mother's words, seeing his barely controlled revulsion. At her. She closed her eyes, unable to see the look of rejection on his face at the truth. She felt him stand in order to get away from her and her heart broke. Silent tears slid down her cheeks, and she stood, turning away from him as she wrapped her arms around herself, not wanting him to witness her tears.

Darcy looked at Elizabeth, her back to him. He could tell that she was crying and his heart ached that she had to endure such sentiments from a person who should have loved, supported and cared for her. He stepped towards her and saw her stiffen at his approach.

In a broken voice, Elizabeth said, "You may go now, Mr Darcy. There is no need for you to say anything, I understand."

Darcy realized with sadness that she thought he was rejecting her. Oh Elizabeth. With deliberate movements, he tore the letter once, twice. The sound caused Elizabeth to turn to face him, shock evident on her face. He ripped the letter until no words were recognizable, banishing the acerbic words to the elements. He wished he could burn them, burn the words from his mind and more importantly, burn them from his Elizabeth's heart.

He stared at the pieces of the letter scattered on the ground for a moment before raising his eyes to meet Elizabeth's. She was staring at him, her eyes wide with incredulity and hope. Quickly, he moved to stand before her, gently grasping her shoulders. Gazing into her eyes, he showed her all that he felt in his heart.

Elizabeth sucked in a sharp breath at what she saw in Mr Darcy's gaze. Acceptance. Admiration. Love. She could not contain her emotions and she cried tears of relief and joy. Pulling her into his embrace, Mr Darcy encircled her in his strong arms, and in that moment, Elizabeth was home. This was where she belonged. Listening to his steady heartbeat, enclosed in his arms she had never felt so loved, protected and safe. Elizabeth clung to him as she wept, letting out all the sorrow and anger she felt towards her mother.

Darcy held Elizabeth close to his heart, resting his chin on top of her head. A perfect fit. He gently pressed a soft kiss on her head, running his hands down her back, drawing her closer. Quietly, he said, "Did you really think I would believe a single word that woman wrote? Even if I had heard her opinion before meeting you, I would have disbelieved them as soon as I met you. You are all that is beautiful, kind and good, Elizabeth."

Darcy pulled away so he could see Elizabeth's face. Gently cupping her face, he wiped away her tears with his thumbs before resting his hands again on her shoulders. In a fierce, possessive voice he said, "I will never leave you, Elizabeth. Never." He ran a finger down her cheek, "Do you believe me?"

Elizabeth nodded her head, too overcome to speak. How could she have doubted this man? She should have trusted her heart. Shakily, she said, "Forgive me, Mr Darcy for doubting you. I was so afraid that I would lose your regard if you knew."

Darcy ran his hands down Elizabeth's arms, interlacing his fingers with hers. "Never. There is nothing that could make me lose my regard for you, Elizabeth." With a wry smile, he said, "I am afraid you are stuck with me."

Elizabeth smiled, taking a deep breath, to calm her racing heart. She felt light, free, unburdened. Mr Darcy knew what her mother thought of her and he didn't care. She felt so relieved that she laughed.

Darcy smiled, raising his brows at Elizabeth's bright laughter, her eyes filled with joy. He felt more connected to her at this moment than ever before. He squeezed her hands, unable to express in words all he felt in his heart.

A sudden strong breeze rustled the leaves of the oak tree spread out above them. A sudden idea came into his head and before he could second guess his decision, he pulled Elizabeth towards the bench.

"What are you doing, Mr Darcy?" Elizabeth inquired with a laugh.

Darcy quickly stood on the bench, smiling at Elizabeth's shocked expression. "I believe I promised to one day climb a tree with you, Elizabeth," he said, holding out his hand to her.

With a pleased smile, Elizabeth took Mr Darcy's hand, allowing him to pull her up beside him. Teasingly, she asked, "Aren't you afraid you'll fall, Mr Darcy?"

Darcy stared into Elizabeth's sparkling eyes, so beautiful, so close. With a soft smile, he touched her check, his finger briefly caressing her lips as he leaned towards her and in a low, intimate voice, said, "I believe I already have."

Elizabeth's breath caught at Mr Darcy's light touch and words. Her gaze traveled to his lips and unconsciously she licked hers. What would it be like to kiss him? Biting her lip, she raised her eyes to meet his amused and knowing gaze. Blushing at her improper thoughts, she looked away and said, breathlessly, "I believe it would be prudent for you to climb first, Mr Darcy."

Wordlessly, Darcy reached above him, pulling himself up to the lowest limb, finding his balance before commencing his climb. He quickly made his way to the top of the tree. Looking down, he saw Elizabeth gazing up at him with surprise and wonder on her face.

"You continue to surprise me, Mr Darcy. This is a sight I never thought I'd see."

Darcy laughed. "So little faith in me, Elizabeth?" He clutched his heart, "I am hurt." Removing his hand from the tree caused him to lose his balance and he flailed briefly before grasping the tree limb again. Elizabeth's laughter drifted up to him and he looked down, saying, "Are you going to leave me dangling, Elizabeth or are you going to join me?"

Elizabeth laughed again, reaching to pull her self up. Darcy turned away as she began to climb, his face flushing. He took a deep breath, murmuring, 'prudent, indeed.' He kept his eyes carefully averted until Elizabeth reached him.

Slightly out of breath, Elizabeth joined Mr Darcy near the top of the tree. She had never been this high before, and she relished the feeling of danger. She glanced up at Mr Darcy, and bit her lip to keep from laughing at the perplexed look on his face, as if he just realized he was in a tree. It was quite a sight to see the ever proper Mr Darcy clinging to a tree limb.

Darcy turned to look at Elizabeth, noting her amused expression, her eyes sparkling with delight. He raised his brows and in a formal voice, asked, "So, why are we in a tree, Elizabeth?"

With a raised brow, Elizabeth responded, "I believe I should be asking you that, Mr Darcy. This was your idea, sir."

Darcy smiled. "Yes, but I am not one for climbing trees." He reached out and lightly caressed Elizabeth's face. "Whereas, you are." Searching her eyes, he had a sudden moment of perceptiveness and clarity. "Tell me, why do you climb trees?"

Elizabeth became pensive as she thought about Mr Darcy's question. She responded softly, "I climbed my first tree when I was 8 years old." She glanced up at Mr Darcy, noting his gaze fixed on her face, his expression patient and open, inviting her to confide in him. She sighed. "I was escaping my mother and her...disapproval over something I had done." Elizabeth saw the subtle change in Mr Darcy's gaze as she mentioned her mother.

Elizabeth smiled wryly, "I climbed trees quite often in my youth, Mr Darcy. Until, I fell and broke my arm when I was 13. After that, my mother..." Elizabeth hesitated, before continuing in a soft voice, "forbid me from ever climbing again."

Darcy sucked in a sharp breath. And like the insensitive cad he was, he had said the exact same thing. Little wonder Elizabeth reacted the way she did. He shook his head in shame and regret. "I am so sorry, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth smiled softly. "I suppose I climbed trees because within the leaves and branches, I felt safe, protected. My mother's influence could not reach me here. I was able to remember who I was, who I wanted to become." Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders. "I suppose it sounds silly, but I felt invincible."

Darcy stared at Elizabeth, his admiration evident as he gazed at the remarkable woman before him. Softly, he quoted, "If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees." (3)

Elizabeth's gaze softened as her eyes perused his handsome face. Mr Darcy was truly a good man, an honorable man. A man she knew she could trust; with her heart, her soul, her dreams, and her fears. She shook her head in wonder that such a man desired, wanted her. She could no longer deny what her heart had been whispering for some time; she loved him, unconditionally.

Darcy noticed the expression in Elizabeth's eyes, and his heart rejoiced. He shifted slightly, so he was closer to her. "I want you to be able to tell me anything you wish, Elizabeth. I desire nothing more than your respect and your trust. I know, by my thoughtless words, I have damaged what we have begun to build between us, but..."

Elizabeth reached out and placed her hand softly over Mr Darcy's mouth. "You have already apologized, Mr Darcy." Removing her hand, she added, softly, "I forgive you. And I..." she looked down, suddenly unsure. Raising her head, she said with confidence, "I do trust you, Mr Darcy. And you have earned my respect." In a softer voice, she added, "and my regard."

Darcy swallowed the sudden lump in his throat at her honest admission. Clearing his throat, he said, with sincerity, "Thank you, Elizabeth. I promise you that your faith and trust in me will never be misplaced."

Elizabeth smiled, her heart light. She reached up, cupping his face with her hand, lightly caressing his cheek as she replied softly, "I know."

Darcy closed his eyes at Elizabeth's soft touch, leaning into her hand. He captured her hand, placing a kiss on the inside of her wrist, feeling her fluttering pulse beneath his lips. Opening his eyes, he stared into Elizabeth's luminous brown eyes, barely daring to breathe. The air between them became thick with unspoken expectation. His gaze traveled to her lips, and saw her soft intake of breath, noted the rapid rise and fall of her chest as he moved infinitesimally closer. Her scent surrounded him, making him lightheaded. He raised his eyes to meet hers, his heated gaze communicating his intent, his desire. He paused, gauging her reaction, waiting for her response to his silent request. Her eyes fluttered closed and with a exultant smile, he lowered his head.

"Lizzy? Mr Darcy? Are you here?"

With a gasp, Elizabeth's eyes flew open at the sound of her sister's voice. Mr Darcy groaned softly, slowly raising his head to meet her eyes. Elizabeth smiled at the look of frustration and disappointment on his face. She was sure her expression mirrored his. She silently cursed her sister for her untimely interruption. She took a deep breath to calm her racing heart and steady her breathing. Clearing her throat, she called out, "We're here, Jane."

Darcy unwillingly moved away from Elizabeth, keeping his gaze locked on hers, his eyes communicating a promise. Soon. With a smile, he said, reluctantly, "I believe it is time to return to the ground, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth blushed at the unspoken promise in Mr Darcy's eyes. With an unsteady voice, she said, "After you, Mr Darcy." Elizabeth followed Mr Darcy as he climbed down the tree. He jumped on the bench, turning to help her down. Her breath caught as he grasped her waist, lifting her down to stand beside him on the bench. Wordlessly, they stared at one another, until Jane, once again interrupted their private interlude with a pointed clearing of her throat.

Sharing a look of exasperation with Elizabeth, Darcy stepped down to the ground, reaching for her waist once again. This time, stepping away immediately.

Jane was staring at the pieces of the letter, scattered on the ground at their feet. She looked up, meeting her sister's eyes. Elizabeth smiled, discreetly nodding her head in Mr Darcy's direction. Jane sighed, smiling in approval. "Uncle sent me to fetch you." Turning to Mr Darcy, she asked, "You'll stay for tea, Mr Darcy?"

Darcy smiled, relieved he didn't have to say farewell to his Elizabeth just yet. "Yes, thank you, Miss Bennet." He waited for Jane to precede them, before reaching over and clasping Elizabeth's hand, interlacing his fingers with hers. He looked at Elizabeth. She was staring at their clasped hands a soft smile on her face. Sensing his gaze, she looked up and smiled brightly, squeezing his hand.

"Thank you, Mr Darcy," Elizabeth said with gratitude.

Darcy kissed Elizabeth's hand. "Of course, Elizabeth." Lowering his voice, he promised, "I will always be here for you, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth felt her heart soar at Mr Darcy's words. "I know." And in that moment, she knew it was true. Nothing could ever separate them. Elizabeth entered her Uncle's home with a joyful heart, with the man she loved close beside her.

(3) Quote by Hal Borland. He is not a contemporary of JA, but the quote fit and I liked it, so I used it.

A/N: *clears throat nervously* Come on, did you really think their first kiss would occur in a tree? Seriously? *sings* Darcy and Elizabeth sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. Come on, really? I can do better than that :)

So, you're probably all ready to throw virtual rocks at me for not giving you the full story on Mrs B. I am also rather frustrated with Gardiner and his secretiveness. He needs to man up and admit his mistake! Obviously he hasn't learned anything and doesn't realize that keeping Elizabeth in the dark is just going to hurt her. She will find out and he will wish he told her when he had the chance.

So, a couple of you have asked about Wickham - GAH! Just writing his name makes me break out in hives. I love to hate that man! So you will all be happy to hear that NO, he will not be making an appearance in this story *breathes a huge sigh of relief* ODC don't need his evilness, there is enough drama going on without him. So, rest easy. I was going to mention what happened to him in one of D & R conversations. In my mind, he died as a young man, by drowning, or killed by a disgruntled father for messing with his daughter. Take your pick.

As for when Bingley will show up? He will be arriving in the next chapter (I believe). If not the next chapter, then the one after that. I haven't written it yet, so I'm not sure :)

Thanks for all your support and reviews! Keep 'em coming!

I thought I would give you the timeline of this story, thus far. The dates are accurate, I looked up an 1812 calendar :)

Mon 4/13: E & J arrive in London

Tue 4/14: E meets Miss D in bookstore, helps choose D bday present

Th 4/16: Sir Reginald's Ball where ODC see each other for the first time

Sat 4/18: E goes to tea at Darcy House. Officially meets Mr Darcy for the first time

Mon 4/20: Tea at Gardiner Home with Darcy and Sir Reginald

Tue 4/21: Opera

Wed 4/22: D asks to court E, shopping trip, meets Lady W

Fri 4/23: Dinner at Matlock House with Lady Emily

Fri 5/1: Royal Menagerie

Sat 5/2: Foundling Hospital, E receives flowers from D, E finds out about Mr Williamson

Sun 5/3: reconciliation between ODC and they climb a tree, and almost kiss (sigh)

Coming up: Bingley's arrival and Darcy's birthday