26. Chapter 26

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Chapter 25

Elizabeth sat silently across from Jane as they traveled to Darcy House to visit with Georgiana. Since her courtship with Mr Darcy, Elizabeth had not been able to have much private conversation with Georgiana, and she missed her young friend's happy optimism. In her invitation, Georgiana had mentioned that she would not allow any gentleman to intrude on their time together. When Elizabeth had teased Mr Darcy about his sisters invitation and how he felt being banished from his own home on his birthday, he had just smiled enigmatically.

Elizabeth's brow lowered as she thought of Mr Darcy's unusually reticent behavior the past few days. Following a lengthy conference with her Uncle and Colonel Fitzwilliam, he had emerged preoccupied and tense. He was still kind and solicitous, but his mind seemed to be elsewhere, his thoughts troubled. When pressed, he had looked at her for a moment before saying he was frustrated that John Williamson had not been located. She felt there was more he was not telling her, but decided not to press for further information. She understood Mr Darcy's frustration. No one wanted him found more than her. But she was willing to wait patiently for the answers her Uncle had promised.

Mr Darcy was not the only one who was exhibiting strange behavior. Since the conference with Mr Darcy, her Uncle had also been unusually preoccupied, avoiding everyone's company. Indeed, she had barely been in the same room as her Uncle except for meals. He never lingered over the dinner table, instead retreating immediately to his study where he would remain for the rest of the evening. She knew his behavior was particularly worrying her Aunt.

Elizabeth sighed. What disconcerted her the most was the sudden change in attitude Mr Darcy displayed towards her Uncle. Before, there had always been a mutual respect and understanding between the two gentlemen. Now, his behavior was cold, distant, and even resentful. She couldn't account for it, and it left her feeling uneasy.

The carriage pulled up to Darcy House, the sudden stop pulling Elizabeth from her troubled thoughts. She took a deep breath, determined to forget about everything weighing on her mind while she was with Georgiana. Today was for her, and Elizabeth was determined to focus all her attention on the young woman she hoped to one day soon call sister.

Georgiana led them to the music room, calling for tea to be brought in. As Georgiana and Jane exchanged pleasantries, Elizabeth studied her young friend. Despite Georgiana's cheerful demeanor, it was apparent that she was not quite herself. Her smile did not reach her eyes and there was an air of sadness and despondency that was unmistakable. What could be bothering her?

During a lull in the conversation, Elizabeth gave Georgiana the gifts she had brought for Mr Darcy.

Georgiana's expression brightened. "Oh, is this Fitzwilliam's gift?"

Elizabeth nodded. "Yes, it is." She had been thankful for Georgiana's invitation as it provided the perfect opportunity to give him his gift away from prying eyes. Despite Mr Darcy's assurances that it was perfectly appropriate, Elizabeth still questioned the propriety of giving a man a gift who was not her betrothed. She wished she could present it to him in person, but she was grateful he would receive it today. She would just have to wait patiently until she saw him tonight for his reaction.

"Wonderful! I will put it in his study so he won't miss it when he comes home." Georgiana's eyes gleamed with a secretive light. She placed the gift carefully on the table beside her, looking at it with a small smile on her face. She sighed happily. "I can't wait until tonight."

Elizabeth smiled. "Yes, I am looking forward to it as well."

"Not as much as Fitzwilliam," Georgiana responded secretively.

Elizabeth looked at Georgiana in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Georgiana laughed merrily. "That, my dear Lizzy, is a surprise."

Jane laughed as Elizabeth wrinkled her nose in displeasure. Apparently, Georgiana's brother was not the only Darcy who loved surprises.

They began talking of the party that evening and the guests who were invited. Elizabeth shared with Georgiana her unexpected meeting with Mr Bingley and his sister.

"And what did you think of Miss Bingley?" Georgiana inquired eagerly.

Elizabeth took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. She didn't wish to speak ill of a friend of the Darcy family. "Well, she seemed rather..." Elizabeth paused, biting her lip, unable to think of a single positive attribute to say about that woman.

"Mercenary, cold, manipulative, crass?" Georgiana supplied helpfully, an uncharacteristic scowl on her face.

Jane coughed, hiding her unease. "I am sure she can't be as bad as you say. It is possible that she was just having a bad day."

Elizabeth shook her head in mild exasperation. Only sweet Jane would say such a thing. She could find something pleasant to say about everyone. But she would change her tune soon enough once she actually met her.

Georgiana gave an unladylike snort. "She is Jane, trust me. You forget I have known Miss Bingley for quite some time. She does not improve on closer acquaintance." She huffed, continuing, "She is always trying to get into my good graces, always fawning and making a fuss over me. It is really quite nauseating."

Jane gave Georgiana a sympathetic look. "Well, maybe she has difficulty interacting with people? Perhaps her behavior stems from being uncomfortable in company."

Elizabeth and Georgiana stared at Jane, mirror expressions of disbelief on their faces. They exchanged looks, bursting into laughter at their identical incredulous expressions.

Jane huffed. "Well, I don't think it's funny. I could be correct, you know."

Georgiana snorted. "Yes, and pigs fly."

Elizabeth stifled her laughter. "No doubt she thinks her effusive compliments will ingratiate herself to your brother, Georgiana."

Georgiana nodded her head in agreement. "It was apparent from their very first meeting three years ago at Pemberley that she wished for nothing more than to become its Mistress. She cares nothing for my brother, only his fortune, status, and estate."

Georgiana clasped Elizabeth's hand. "I am so grateful he has chosen you, Lizzy. I couldn't tolerate having a sister like Miss Bingley."

Elizabeth bit her lip, a contemplative expression on her face. "Do you think I should inform your brother of her intentions?"

Georgiana shook her head. "It's not necessary, Lizzy. Believe me, Fitzwilliam knows what that woman is about. He has successfully avoided her machinations for three years. Don't worry, he won't get caught in her web."

Elizabeth nodded, wishing she had found the right opportunity to tell Mr Darcy about her unexpected meeting with Mr Bingley and Miss Bingley. But with his preoccupation with John Williamson and her worry over his changed attitude towards her Uncle, it had not crossed her mind. Despite Georgiana's assurances, she couldn't help but feel that Miss Bingley had grown desperate and would try anything to secure her Mr Darcy.

Without warning, Georgiana turned to Jane and asked, bluntly, "What do you think of my cousin, Jane?"

Jane stared openmouthed at Georgiana, a becoming blush covering her face.

Elizabeth tried desperately to smother a laugh. Clearing her throat, she said, "Georgiana, it is not appropriate to ask such a thing."

Georgiana wrinkled her nose. "That's exactly what my brother said."

Elizabeth raised a brow. "Well, your brother would be right."

In a burst of feeling, Georgiana exclaimed, "I don't see why people can't simply be open and honest with their feelings. Life would be much less complicated!"

Elizabeth studied Georgiana, wondering if this had to do with her friends despondency. Could it be related to Mr Darcy's reticent behavior? "Georgiana, if something is troubling you, we will listen and help you if we can."

Jane nodded in agreement. "But only if you wish too confide in us, Georgiana."

Georgiana gazed at the two women she would soon call sister, her eyes filling with tears. How wonderful it would be to have them permanently in her life.

Seeing Georgiana's obvious distress, Elizabeth cried, "Why, Georgiana, whatever is the matter?"

"Oh, Lizzy! He doesn't understand, why can't he understand?"

"Your brother?" Elizabeth asked gently.

Georgiana nodded, wiping her eyes. She took a deep breath to calm her breathing. "Do you remember that afternoon after we visited the Menagerie when I wanted to ask a favor of you?"

"Yes, I do remember." How could she forget? Despite how that visit had ended rather abruptly, Elizabeth did remember Georgiana had wished to ask something. She had wondered why she had never broached the subject again.

Georgiana fidgeted with her dress nervously. "I still wish to ask a favor of you. I think you would be the best person to approach Fitzwilliam."

Elizabeth was conflicted. She wanted to help Georgiana, but at the same time, she didn't wish to interfere between Georgiana and Mr Darcy's relationship. They needed to talk and work it out amongst themselves.

Georgiana, seeing Elizabeth's inner struggle, pleaded, "Please, Lizzy? I don't know what else to do!"

Elizabeth sighed reluctantly. "Why don't you tell me what is bothering you and then I'll decide if I can be of help. Would that be sufficient?"

Georgiana nodded, twisting her dress in her hands. "It has to do with my mother." She looked up and met Elizabeth's eyes, her gaze hopeful.

"I see." Elizabeth knew what Georgiana wanted of her. Since her first visit to Darcy House all those weeks ago, she knew that Georgiana wished her brother would share memories of their mother. "You want me to ask your brother to tell you about your mother?"

Georgiana nodded eagerly. "Yes, please, Lizzy. He loves you so. I know he will deny you nothing if you ask him."

Elizabeth smiled. "Oh, Georgiana. He loves you as well. If he has not been forthcoming about sharing memories of your mother, I am sure it is for a very good reason. He doesn't do it to cause you pain."

"Oh, I know! But, I am not just asking this for me, but for my brother as well."

"What do you mean?" Elizabeth asked, puzzled.

Georgiana looked down. "I don't think Fitzwilliam has ever allowed himself to properly grieve for our mother. It's not that he's reluctant to talk about our mother, it's that he can't."

Elizabeth pondered Georgiana's revelation. Hadn't she wondered the very same thing? She recognized the long-held pain in his soul, for it mirrored her own; one grieving soul recognizing another. She didn't know if she could make a difference, but she would try. Not only for Georgiana's sake, but for Mr Darcy's as well. She understood what it was like to mourn for something that was lost. Didn't she grieve the loss of her mother's approval and acceptance?

Elizabeth took Georgiana's hand, squeezing it gently. "I don't know when or how, but I will try."

Georgiana smiled, joy infusing her face. Embracing Elizabeth, she whispered, "Thank you so much, Lizzy. I just know you will be able to help him move past this."

"If anyone can help your brother, Georgiana, Lizzy can." Jane offered with a gentle smile.

Georgiana turned to Elizabeth in surprise. "Have you lost someone, Lizzy?"

Elizabeth smiled sadly. "In a way, I suppose."

With a bewildered expression, Georgiana asked, "Who?"

"Not who, what." Elizabeth replied softly.

"I don't understand. What have you lost?"

Elizabeth shook her head, pushing down the sadness that still threatened to overwhelm her. "That doesn't matter, Georgiana. Just know that I understand a little about love and loss."

Georgiana opened her mouth to ask more but thought better of it. She wondered if Elizabeth's cryptic statement had to do with her parents. She wanted to ask Elizabeth and Jane about them, but her brother's admonition was still fresh in her mind. He had asked her to trust him. And she did, implicitly. Ignoring her desire to question her friends, she busied herself with preparing the tea while they talked of pleasanter topics.

Later that afternoon, after Elizabeth and Jane had left, Georgiana quietly entered her brother's study to deposit Elizabeth's gift. She placed it directly in the middle of his desk where he couldn't miss it. She smiled happily. That gift would bring about one of her deepest desires. A sister. As she turned to leave, she paused, considering briefly, before quickly penning a quick note.

Brother,

Here are Lizzy's gifts. I want you to know that I followed your advice and didn't ask Lizzy about her parents.I wanted to, desperately, but I trust you, Fitzwilliam.I wish to speak more of this later.Perhaps tomorrow?

I remain, your loving sister.

Georgiana re-read her note, placing it on top of Elizabeth's gift. She hated being at odds with her brother, he was all she had. Despite the loving care she received from her Aunt, Uncle and cousins, it was not the same. Fitzwilliam had been her whole world from the time her mother died; her father, too grief stricken to give her much love and attention. Fitzwilliam had been her rock, the one person she could rely on and trust completely. Well, she would trust him now.

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Elizabeth's stomach was a bundle of nerves as she exited the carriage. Looking up at the imposing facade of Darcy House, she felt a combination of anticipation and dread.

Sensing her sister's unease, Jane whispered, "Don't worry, Lizzy. I'm sure Miss Bingley will behave herself."

Elizabeth snorted softly. "Jane, you will not make me think kindly of that woman. I heard what she said, and I know her intentions towards Mr Darcy. I am afraid of what I may do if she does anything untoward."

Jane pondered her sister's words before saying with conviction, "If what you say is true and she tries anything with your Mr Darcy, you won't have to do anything, because I will."

Elizabeth stared at her sister, a small smile on her face. Underneath Jane's reserved and serene demeanor lay a fierce protector who would defend anyone she loved, especially her sisters. Heaven help Miss Bingley if she meddled with the Bennet sisters.

"Besides," continued Jane, "Lady Worthington will be present. She has already proven a great help with Lady Emily. I doubt she'd hesitate to step in and put Miss Bingley in her proper place."

Elizabeth sighed. "You are right, Jane. I'm probably overreacting. Everything will turn out fine." She followed her Aunt, Uncle and Jane up the stairs.

Darcy waited impatiently in the Drawing Room for Elizabeth to arrive. He had missed her today, desperately, more than he thought possible. Richard had suggested they spend the morning at Angelo's (1) engaging in the gentlemanly sport of fencing. To relieve all that pent up energy, Richard said with a laugh. Darcy had quipped whether it was for his benefit or Richard's. But the exercise had proved beneficial, although it had not distracted him from thoughts of Elizabeth. Richard had grown increasingly exasperated as their match progressed, constantly yelling at him to get his head out of the clouds and engage. Despite Richard's haranguing, he had won nearly every match, much to his cousin's disgust.

Upon arriving home and spying Elizabeth's gift on his desk, his anticipation for the coming evening had escalated. The need to open it had been overwhelming, but the anticipation of opening it with her present, alone, was more than enough inducement to forbear. He smiled to himself. Everything was going according to plan.

Richard approached, pulling Darcy from his pleasant thoughts. "Stop hovering by the door, cousin. It won't make her arrive any sooner."

Darcy cleared his throat. "If I'm not mistaken, Richard. You are hovering as well."

Richard straightened, flushing. "Yes, but at least I'm being discreet about it."

Darcy raised his brows. "Well, maybe you would do well to be less discreet, Richard."

Richard looked at his cousin, understanding his meaning. He sighed. "Perhaps you're right, Darcy."

Darcy smiled knowingly. "Of course I'm right. I don't know what you're waiting for, Richard. You've made up your mind, haven't you?"

Richard clasped his hands behind his back, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Nearly."

Darcy rolled his eyes at his cousin's thick-headedness. "With your indecisiveness it's astounding you have been so successful in His Majesty's Army."

Richard snorted. "That is entirely different, Darcy. In many ways I would much rather face Napoleon's finest than declare myself to a woman."

"Courage, Richard. The benefits far outweigh the risks."

"Says the man who has yet to declare himself to the woman he loves," Richard replied with a smirk.

Darcy smiled mysteriously, glancing at his cousin. "Not for much longer."

Richard stared at Darcy, his mouth slightly agape. "Tonight?"

Darcy sighed contentedly. "Tonight."

Richard slapped Darcy on the back. "Well, it's about time!"

Darcy shot an amused look at his cousin. "Perhaps you should follow my lead, Richard."

Richard blanched, clearing his throat uncomfortably. "Much too soon for that, Darcy."

Darcy shook his head in amusement. Richard had best make up his mind, soon. He knew with almost complete certainty that his friend Bingley would likely take an interest in the eldest Miss Bennet. He would hate for Richard to lose his chance with her if he delayed declaring his intentions. Although, maybe a little friendly competition would cause Richard to finally find his courage and act.

Lady Eleanor approached, a reproving smile on her face. "Boys, stop hovering. It is unseemly for a gentleman to appear too eager."

Richard snorted as Darcy coughed. "Thank you again, Aunt for playing hostess this evening."

Lady Eleanor patted Darcy's arm maternally. "Not at all, Darcy. You know I am always happy to do so." With a knowing smile, she added, "Although, I suspect this may be the last time?"

Darcy smiled enigmatically. "Perhaps."

Lady Eleanor smiled happily. "Well, it's about time!"

Richard laughed, winking at his mother. "My thoughts exactly, mother."

Darcy opened his mouth to reply when the Gardiners and their nieces were announced. He immediately straightened, adjusting his evening jacket.

"You look dashing, now stop fidgeting." Richard whispered, amused.

Darcy shot an annoyed look at his cousin before moving forward to greet the first of his guests. He was grateful he had thought to have them arrive earlier, knowing he needed to be with Elizabeth for a few moments without Miss Bingley's unwelcome interference.

He greeted Mrs Gardiner and Miss Bennet cordially, before turning to Gardiner and giving him a curt nod. "Gardiner."

The necessary greetings over, Darcy turned to stare at the woman he loved, silently drinking in her beauty. Elizabeth was resplendent, dressed in an ivory gown that complimented her perfectly. Remembering his manners, he bowed, bringing her hand to his lips for a kiss. "Good evening, Miss Elizabeth. You look beautiful tonight."

Elizabeth curtsied, blushing in pleasure at Mr Darcy's compliment. "Good evening, Mr Darcy. May I wish you a very happy birthday?"

Darcy smiled, placing her hand in the crook of his elbow. "Thank you, Miss Elizabeth." In a low voice he leaned in and whispered, "I missed you today."

Elizabeth's heart beat increased at his nearness. Without thinking, she answered, "I missed you as well." Blushing at her forwardness, she turned away in embarrassment.

Darcy's heart swelled with happiness at Elizabeth's honest admission. "Don't make yourself uneasy, Miss Elizabeth. I want you to be truthful with me, always."

Elizabeth nodded. Looking up at Mr Darcy, she teased, "So I am still Miss Elizabeth? Am I to assume that you haven't opened my gifts, Mr Darcy?"

Darcy smiled, shaking his head. "No, not yet." He turned, giving Elizabeth a significant look. "By the end of the evening, you will be Elizabeth once again."

Elizabeth's breath caught at the unspoken vow in Mr Darcy's gaze. "Is that a promise, Mr Darcy?"

Holding Elizabeth's gaze, Darcy answered, "It's a certainty."

Darcy led Elizabeth to his Aunt and Uncle. As they spoke, he looked around the room for Georgiana. He hadn't had a chance to speak with her after retuning home. He was grateful she had taken his advice about Elizabeth's parents. Seeing her with Richard and Miss Bennet, he silently motioned for her to join them.

As Georgiana approached, Elizabeth turned and smiled. "You look lovely, Georgiana." Noticing the fine string of pearls around her friends neck, she leaned closer. "Those are so beautiful. You wore these the night at the Opera, if I'm not mistaken."

Georgiana beamed. "Thank you, Lizzy. Yes, I did. Fitzwilliam gave them to me, they were my mother's." She gave Elizabeth a pointed look, glancing up at her brother.

Darcy cleared his throat. "If you'll excuse me, I need to speak with my sister for a moment." Taking his sister gently by the arm, he led her away.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Darcy spoke. "Thank you for your note, Georgiana."

Georgiana smiled shyly. "You're welcome, brother." Hesitantly, she added, "Can we speak more tomorrow? I don't want to distract you from Lizzy."

"You're never a distraction, dearest. Of course we may speak tomorrow."

Georgiana sighed happily, suddenly all was right in her world. "Thank you." With a mischievous smile, she added, "Besides, I'll want a full account of your private meeting with Lizzy later tonight."

Darcy shot a severe look at his sister. "A gentleman does not kiss and tell, Georgiana."

Georgiana's lit up with excitement. "You're going to kiss her?"

Darcy groaned inaudibly. "That is enough. Off with you."

As Georgiana left, Darcy turned to seek out Elizabeth in time to see her eyes light up with pleasure as Fletcher announced Lord and Lady Worthington.

Darcy greeted Lord and Lady Worthington, thinking how expressive his Elizabeth's eyes were. His mind drifted to his plans for the evening. Only a few more hours...

"I say, Darcy. Did you hear me?"

Darcy stared at Lord Worthington blankly. He noticed Lady Worthington looking at him with amusement, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Oh, leave him alone, dear. Mr Darcy has much more pleasant things to think about than your ramblings. Speaking of which, where is Miss Elizabeth?"

Darcy cleared his throat. "Right this way."

Elizabeth greeted Lady Worthington with a warm smile. Darcy watched in amusement as Lord Worthington raised his quizzing glass, staring unabashedly at Elizabeth, a congenial smile on his face.

Rocking back and forth on his toes, Lord Worthington exclaimed, "Well, well. I see you were not lying, my dear. She is quite the most lovely creature I've ever beheld." Turning to Darcy, he winked. "You have done well for yourself, Darcy. If I were only thirty years younger..."

Lady Worthington snorted, shooting her husband an amused look. "And me, Roger? Would you simply toss me out like an old shoe?"

"Never, my dear," Lord Worthington responded with an loving smile. "Just being polite, you know."

Elizabeth smiled, amused at the obvious affection displayed between Lord and Lady Worthington. As they conversed, she took the opportunity to study Lord Worthington with interest. He was of medium stature and build and dressed impeccably, which surprised her. As Lady Worthington was so outrageous in her dress, she assumed her husband would be as well. He had an abundance of white hair, a prominent patrician nose, bushy black eyebrows resting above intelligent, piercing green eyes. His demeanor was intimidating and imposing, belied by the sparkle of good humor evident in his gaze. Here was a man who relished the ridiculous in himself and others. Elizabeth liked him immediately.

"Do I meet with your approval, my dear girl?"

Elizabeth flushed, embarrassed her perusal had been so obvious. She met Lord Worthington's eyes, his gaze warm with amusement. Raising her brow, she replied with confidence, "Indeed, you do my Lord."

Lord Worthington laughed, delighted. "I am glad of it. I am very pleased to make your acquaintance. I feel I already know you, my dear wife has spoken of you so highly."

"The pleasure is mine, my Lord."

Darcy grew increasingly tense as he conversed with his guests, eyeing the clock with dread. He was not surprised Bingley and his sister were late as Miss Bingley loved to make a dramatic entrance, knowing all eyes would be on her. He glanced at Elizabeth as she laughed at something Lady Worthington said. Should he warn her? He was used to Miss Bingley's effusive behavior, especially towards himself, and he didn't want to give Elizabeth the idea that he welcomed her attentions. He had long ago given up on convincing Bingley to rein in his sister. Each year, he hoped she would retract her claws, moving on to another victim.

Elizabeth glanced up at Mr Darcy, smiling. Her smile faded as she beheld the expression on his face; closed, distant, uncomfortable. As he met her eyes, his gaze softened. She raised a brow in silent inquiry.

Darcy gave Elizabeth a soft smile, impulsively bringing her hand to his lips for a kiss. A becoming blush covered Elizabeth's face, her eyes bright with happiness.

His attention was diverted by Fletcher's entrance, announcing his final guests of the evening. Darcy exchanged a weighted look with Richard across the room before directing his attention to the door. Bingley entered, a harried expression on his face, followed closely by his sister. Darcy's eyes widened in disbelief at Miss Bingley's appearance. Although, the customary six months mourning was completed, it was still assumed that grieving children would remain in half-mourning for at least another half year. Miss Bingley was obviously not following that custom. She was dressed in the most unbecoming, immodest dress of bright violet he had ever had the misfortune to see.

Elizabeth gasped slightly at Miss Bingley's overt display of her...assets. She turned away, embarrassed only to meet the wide eyed stare of her sister, her face a bright red.

Lord Worthington held up his quizzing glass, examining Miss Bingley with curiosity. "Good heavens, has the circus arrived?"

Lady Worthington shushed her husband, turning disapproving eyes on Miss Bingley. She shook her head, muttering to Elizabeth, "No taste whatsoever." Leaning in closer, she asked softly, "How does Mr Darcy know this woman?"

"She is the sister of his good friend, Mr Bingley."

Lady Worthington snorted. "No doubt using her brother to become closer to our Mr Darcy, eh?"

Elizabeth merely nodded her head.

Lady Worthington patted Elizabeth's hand. "Don't worry, my dear. I've seen her like before. She's nothing but a vulgar mushroom."

Elizabeth stifled her laughter, coughing lightly, turning to share an amused look with her sister.

As soon as Darcy approached and greeted Bingley, Miss Bingley latched onto his arm, smiling up at him. Darcy gritted his teeth, attempting to distance himself as much as possible. He met Bingley's mortified gaze with a cold one of his own. As Miss Bingley moved closer to his side, he forcibly disengaged her arm.

Ignoring her affronted expression, he bowed. "Miss Bingley, I hope you are well?"

"Oh, Mr Darcy! How kind of you to ask. I have been quite desolate. Poor mama, you know."

"Yes, I offer my condolences to you, Miss Bingley." Darcy spoke dispassionately. Desolate indeed. Her mode of dress clearly indicated just how desolate she was. Desperate would be a better word. Darcy's gaze sought Elizabeth's, needing to see her warm smile and beautiful face.

Miss Bingley followed Mr Darcy's gaze, gasping when she saw the hussy from the bookstore who had forced her acquaintance on her gullible brother. Her eyes narrowed as she saw Mr Darcy, her Mr Darcy stare openly at the brazen hussy. She squared her shoulders, prepared to show this imposter just how insignificant she was.

Darcy led Bingley to Elizabeth, eager to introduce his friend; Miss Bingley trailing behind them.

"Why, Miss Bennet! How wonderful to see you again." Bingley bowed to Elizabeth, an amiable smile lighting his face.

Elizabeth curtsied. "It is good to see you again, Mr Bingley, Miss Bingley."

Darcy stared at Bingley. "You have met, Miss Elizabeth?" Darcy looked at Elizabeth in astonishment.

Miss Bingley sneered. "Oh yes, she stumbled on us at Hatchard's on Tuesday. Literally ran into my brother."

Bingley flushed. "I ran into her, Caroline. And it was an accident." He turned to Elizabeth with a wide smile. "What a coincidence to see you here, Miss Bennet."

Darcy gazed at Elizabeth warmly. "Not a coincidence at all, Bingley. And Miss Bennet is Miss Elizabeth's elder sister." Darcy gestured towards Miss Bennet and his cousin.

Elizabeth watched in amusement as Bingley's eyes widened in admiration as he saw her sister.

Bingley leaned in and whispered, "Introduce me, Darcy."

Darcy made the introductions and spent the next ten minutes watching as Bingley conversed with Miss Bennet, a mesmerized expression on his face while Richard glowered silently nearby.

Darcy breathed a sigh of relief when dinner was finally announced. He looked for his Aunt to escort her into the dining room when he felt someone grasp his arm in a vice like grip. Looking down, he had to refrain from glaring at Miss Bingley clinging to his arm with a strength that belied her bony frame.

Darcy cleared his throat. "Forgive me, Miss Bingley, but I am to escort my Aunt. If you'll excuse me." He attempted to extricate his arm, but she held on.

She leaned in, whispering, "Don't be ridiculous, Mr Darcy. No need to stand on ceremony. This is an informal affair after all, we are amongst family." With a sneer towards Elizabeth and Jane, she continued, "Except for a few unwelcome interlopers."

Darcy's jaw tightened in anger at her slight of Elizabeth and her sister. "They are friends, Miss Bingley. I invited them here."

"Of course," she responded hastily. "I meant no offense."

Darcy refrained from rolling his eyes. He glanced at his arm, pointedly. "Now, if you'll excuse me?"

With a displeased expression, Miss Bingley reluctantly relinquished Darcy's arm.

As Darcy approached his Aunt, she bestowed a sympathetic look. She said softly, "I have placed Miss Bingley no where near you, so you will be free from her attentions, at least through dinner."

"Thank you, Aunt. Do I dare hope you have placed Miss Elizabeth next to me?"

Lady Eleanor smiled secretively. "Perhaps."

With a satisfied smile, Darcy led his Aunt into the dining room.

Elizabeth smiled as she took Mr Bingley's proffered arm to lead her into the dining room, the last to enter. She smiled in amusement as she watched Mr Bingley gaze longingly after her sister who preceded them on the arm of her Uncle. Mr Bingley turned to Elizabeth with a smile, "Shall we?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Charles. She is quite capable of walking on her own volition." Miss Bingley glared at Elizabeth, forcibly inserting herself to take her brother's arm instead, cutting her off. Miss Bingley refused to enter a dining room unescorted, let alone very last.

Elizabeth's eyes narrowed in anger at Miss Bingley's highhanded behavior. Swallowing back an angry retort, she said calmly, "You are quite right, Miss Bingley. However, your brother was just performing his gentlemanly duty. "

"Yes, Caroline. I think I can handle escorting two beautiful women to dinner." Mr Bingley again offered his arm to Elizabeth, his smile tense.

Before Elizabeth could take his arm, Miss Bingley practically dragged her brother forward, leaving Elizabeth to enter unescorted and last. Taking a deep breath, Elizabeth followed behind Mr Bingley and that viper he called a sister, entering the dining room with her head held high.

Elizabeth paused at the threshold, her eyes widening in delight at the impressive display before her. Crystal chandeliers hung over a stunning table set with the finest linen, crystal and china. Several tasteful centerpieces of flowers were interspersed the length of the table. Elizabeth blushed as she noticed the center flower display was an impressive array of white and red tulips.

Due to their delay in entering the dining room, everyone was already seated except for Mr Bingley, Miss Bingley and herself. Glancing around the large dining room table, she noted the three vacant places. One to the left of Mr Darcy, one between her Aunt and Jane, and one between Georgiana and her Uncle. Mr Darcy looked up, meeting her eye. He frowned as he saw her by herself and she shrugged, a small smile on her face. He raised his brows, discreetly pointing to the seat next to him. Smiling, she made her way slowly to Mr Darcy to take her place by his side.

Elizabeth passed Mr Bingley as he pulled out a chair for his sister. Miss Bingley, however, ignored her brother, walking past him quickly to take Elizabeth's seat at Mr Darcy's side.

Elizabeth froze, meeting Mr Darcy's incredulous gaze. He turned and glared at Miss Bingley and Elizabeth was afraid for one brief moment that he would forcibly remove Miss Bingley from her seat. Not wishing to make a scene and ruin Mr Darcy's birthday, she turned, quickly taking the seat that Mr Bingley had pulled out for his sister.

Elizabeth forced a smile on her face. "Thank you, Mr Bingley."

Mr Bingley gaped at her for a moment, glancing between her and his sister, his brow darkening. Leaning down, he whispered, "Please pardon my sister, Miss Elizabeth."

"It is already forgot, Mr Bingley. Don't worry, I am perfectly fine sitting here." Elizabeth smiled reassuringly at Mr Bingley.

As soon as Mr Bingley left to take his seat between her Aunt and Jane, Georgiana leaned over and whispered angrily, "I can't believe she did that, Lizzy! Oh, I wish I could speak my mind and tell her what I really think of her!"

Elizabeth wished she could as well. She sighed. "Well, look on the bright side, Georgiana. At least you don't have to suffer through her company at the dinner table."

Georgiana brightened considerably. "That is true. Although I will feel guilty enjoying your company when my brother has to endure Miss Bingley."

As the meal progressed, Elizabeth was able to relax slightly and enjoy herself. Her Uncle was uncharacteristically silent, so she spent the majority of her time conversing with Georgiana. Her pleasure decreased as Mr Darcy's expression became more forbidding as the dinner progressed. She tried to ignore Miss Bingley's grating laughter and her constant touches to his hand. At one point, she could have sworn she saw Miss Bingley pet his arm. She gritted her teeth and endured Miss Bingley's fawning attentions to her Mr Darcy.

Darcy was in hell. He had never before lamented that he was a gentleman. But he wished for once in his life to cast off that title and throw the woman out. He listened stonily to Miss Bingley's continuous praise. She praised him on his choice of soup, the way he cut his meat, the table setting, the flowers. He had to bite his tongue when she suggested that he choose tulips because they were her favorite flowers. Fortunately, he was able to ignore Miss Bingley with a few well placed nods and noncommittal grunts.

Richard's amused expression every time he met Darcy's gaze did make his plight any easier. It only caused his mien to darken further, faster. During the last course, Miss Bingley seemed to have run out of steam. Apparently, there was a limit to her ability to carry on a one-sided conversation. Darcy was enjoying the welcome reprieve for however long it lasted when it happened. Just as he raised his glass to take a drink, Miss Bingley lowered her hand under the table to squeeze his leg, just above his knee. Darcy choked, quickly lowering his glass before he dropped it. He brought his napkin to his mouth, desperately trying to control his coughing. The audacity of the woman! Darcy dropped all pretense and glared at Miss Bingley, satisfied when she wilted visibly, quickly removing her hand from his person.

In a low voice, he hissed, "You forget yourself, madam. Kindly desist from such unladylike behavior."

Darcy raised his eyes to see Elizabeth looking back and forth between him and Miss Bingley, a puzzled expression on her face. When she met his gaze, he smiled. Soon this forgettable dinner would be finished and he would be with Elizabeth. Alone. He felt his heart rate speed up at the mere thought. He glanced around the table to determine how soon his Aunt could excuse the ladies from the table. His countenance brightened as he realized that everyone was done eating. He sighed in relief. He glanced down at the foot of the table to see his Uncle standing, lightly clinking his glass to gain everyone's attention. He stifled a groan.

Next to him, Lady Worthington smiled. "Can't forgo the birthday toasts, Mr Darcy."

Darcy forced a smile on his face as his Uncle, followed by each male at the dinner table stood and offered a toast for the coming year.

When Richard stood, he gazed at Darcy for a moment with a small smile and said simply, "May the coming year bring your hearts desire." He glanced at Elizabeth as he said it, smiling widely as she blushed.

Finally, his Aunt stood, signaling for the ladies to depart. Darcy gave his sister a pointed look as she left.

Georgiana smiled widely as she followed Elizabeth out of the dining room, a bounce to her step. As she entered the drawing room, she glanced at the clock to note the time. Ten minutes. Her brother had said to contrive a reason for her and Elizabeth to leave the Drawing room after ten minutes. She took a seat next to Elizabeth and her sister, dismayed when Miss Bingley took the seat next to her.

Georgiana became increasingly uncomfortable at Miss Bingley's continued praises. How often did the woman think she had to praise her skills on the pianoforte? Thankfully, Elizabeth and Jane steered the conversation towards safer topics and they had a thoroughly unenlightening conversation, provided by Miss Bingley on the current fashions.

Georgiana shared a look of commiseration with Elizabeth as Miss Bingley condescendingly informed them that white and pale colors were 'out' and extremely outdated. She sneered at Elizabeth's ivory gown and Jane's pale pink gown.

With a toss of her head, Georgiana replied, "So, my pale yellow gown is not fashionable, Miss Bingley?"

Miss Bingley patted Georgiana's knee and with a patronizing smile replied, "Not at all, Miss Darcy. As you are not out, it doesn't apply to you, dear." With a scathing glance at Elizabeth and Jane she continued, "You, however have no excuse."

Georgiana shook her head. Despite Miss Bingley's blatant, hurtful remarks, it did not seem to be affecting her friends in the least. Georgiana glanced at the clock, horrified to see that more than ten minutes had passed.

Quickly turning to Elizabeth, she asked, "I wonder if you would assist me, Lizzy?"

"I would be happy to help you, Miss Darcy. No need to ask those not of your close acquaintance." Miss Bingley looked down her nose at Elizabeth and Jane.

Georgiana stood, reaching over to pull Elizabeth to her feet. "I'm sorry, but I need Lizzy's particular assistance, Miss Bingley." Giving a quick curtsey, she excused herself. Grasping Elizabeth by the hand, she pulled her towards the door.

"Where are you two going in such a hurry?"

Georgiana groaned at her Aunt's untimely delay. "I need Lizzy's assistance. We will return momentarily." Not waiting for a reply, she continued her course, dragging Elizabeth by the hand.

Elizabeth laughed. "Georgiana, where are you taking me?"

Georgiana glanced over her shoulder at Elizabeth, a mischievous smile on her face. "You'll see."

Georgiana entered the library, quickly walking to the connecting door leading to her brother's study. She knocked firmly and waited.

Immediately the door opened. "You're late."

Georgiana huffed, pushing Elizabeth towards the open door. "Miss Bingley," she offered as explanation. "I'll wait here, brother." As the door closed, Georgiana couldn't repress an excited squeal from escaping.

Elizabeth found herself being unceremoniously pulled into Mr Darcy's study. Without releasing her hand, Mr Darcy closed the connecting door, turning to gaze at her, an unfathomable expression on his face. Elizabeth's heart rate picked up as his hand tightened around hers. Wordlessly, he led her to the sofa. As Elizabeth sat, Mr Darcy turned and picked up something from his desk.

Darcy sat next to Elizabeth, close enough that their knees were touching. Not nearly close enough. With a soft smile, he explained, "I thought you would like to be present when I opened your gifts."

Elizabeth smiled, her heart pounding. "Yes, I would like that." She was alone. With Mr Darcy. In his study. She discreetly glanced around at his inner sanctum, surprised at how familiar it seemed. She realized that it was very similar to her Uncles study. The thought made her relax slightly.

"Which one would you like me to open first?"

Elizabeth reached over, and with a trembling hand touched the larger of the two. "This one."

Darcy quickly unwrapped the gift, knowing by its size and weight that it was a book. As he held up the book and read the title, he burst out laughing. Turning to Elizabeth, he smiled widely, his eyes lighting up with pleasure. "I thought you said I must already have this book in my possession, Miss Elizabeth."

Elizabeth's breath caught in her throat at Mr Darcy's blinding smile, suddenly feeling very warm. She looked away, blushing at her reaction. Shakily she responded, "A gentleman can never have too many copies, Mr Darcy." She raised a brow. "Don't you agree?"

"Yes, I suppose so." Darcy laid A Gentleman's Book of Etiquette:Rules for Perfect Conduct to the side, eagerly picking up the smaller package, knowing Elizabeth had made it for him. He lightly fingered the ribbon, looking up to meet Elizabeth's uncertain gaze.

Elizabeth licked her lips nervously. What if he didn't like it? She took a deep breath, meeting his gaze. She smiled, suddenly uncertain. She hoped she hadn't made a mistake. She could always unpick the embellishment if he didn't like it.

Darcy carefully untied the ribbon and laying it aside, he opened the wrapping. He stared at what was obviously a handkerchief. Picking it up to get a better look at his initials, two other handkerchiefs fell to the floor. He quickly picked them up, noticing one of them had something else on the corner with his initials.

Darcy froze as he gazed at the three small flowers perfectly embroidered under his initials. Forget-Me-Not's. How did she know?

Elizabeth's heart dropped at Mr Darcy expression as he saw the flowers she had painstakingly embroidered on one of the handkerchiefs. "I can unpick the flowers, Mr Darcy. I know it is not customary for gentleman to carry handkerchiefs with such embellishments. If you would like..." Elizabeth's rambling cut off as Mr Darcy reached over and placed his hand over hers.

"It's perfect, Miss Elizabeth," he whispered. Raising his head, he met her tentative gaze with a pained one of his own. Taking her hand in his, he lightly rubbed circles with his thumb, more for his comfort than hers. In a strangled whisper, he asked, "How did you know?"

Elizabeth's brow lowered in confusion. "I don't understand, Mr Darcy. How did I know what?"

Darcy straightened, his gaze unseeing as he gazed at the flowers in his lap. His mind was flooded with memories, pleasant, happy memories of a happier time, before...He closed his eyes as pain lanced through his heart.

"Mr Darcy?" Elizabeth's hesitant voice brought him back to the present.

"I'm sorry, Miss Elizabeth. Forgive me."

Elizabeth shook her head, more confused than ever. "I am sorry it you don't like it, Mr Darcy. I decided to embroider the flowers because they have always been my favorite wild flower." Elizabeth took a deep breath, "They also happen to be the flower of my birth month, September." Elizabeth knew she was rambling, but she was confused by Mr Darcy's demeanor. He seemed lost in another world, his gaze distant. "I can unpick the flowers, Mr Darcy," she repeated softly.

Darcy raised his head. Taking a deep breath, he said, "No. It is perfect, Miss Elizabeth. I was just surprised." With an unsteady voice, he continued, "I also love Forget-Me-Not's and they grow plentifully near Pemberley. Every spring, when they first bloomed, I would take some to my mother. It became a yearly ritual. She always said spring didn't come until I had given her the first of the Forget-Me-Not's."

Elizabeth's eyes filled with tears at the sadness in his voice. "I'm sorry if I have caused you to remember something painful, Mr Darcy. Believe me, it was not my intention."

Darcy looked at Elizabeth, remorse evident on her face. He berated himself for making her think she was at fault. Reaching over, he tenderly wiped a stray tear from her face. "You have done nothing wrong, Elizabeth. I said it was perfect and it is." He infused all the love and appreciation he felt as he said with heartfelt sincerity, "Thank you."

Elizabeth trembled under Mr Darcy's gaze, conscious that his hand still cupped her cheek tenderly. She leaned into his touch slightly, closing her eyes in contentment. She suddenly realized that she was very much alone with Mr Darcy, in his home, with her Aunt and Uncle down the hall, along with several other of his guests. Her eyes snapped open, sitting up quickly. She felt bereft when Mr Darcy's hand dropped away from her face.

Blushing furiously, Elizabeth looked around for a distraction. Spying the book lying next to Mr Darcy, she held out her hand. At Mr Darcy's questioning look, she smiled. "If you hand me your book, Mr Darcy, I will make sure it finds a proper home."

Wordlessly, Darcy handed Elizabeth the book, feeling lost when she got up and moved away. Without conscious thought he stood, moving closer to where she perused his favorite books. He watched her graceful movements, noting the elegant line of her neck as she turned her head to read the titles on the bookshelf. He slowly moved closer, pausing directly behind her.

Elizabeth took deep breaths as she walked unsteadily towards Mr Darcy's bookshelf. She stared unseeing at the books in front of her. Shaking her head slightly, she tilted her head to read the titles. She smiled, triumphant. "I think I have found the proper place, Mr Darcy. This particular book will find its home between Homer and Ovid." Elizabeth carefully inserted the book.

Elizabeth fingered Mr Darcy's books, saying with reluctance, "I believe it is time to return to your guests, they must be lamenting your absence..." Elizabeth turned, jumping slightly as she came face to face with Mr Darcy. Her eyes widened at his nearness, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe.

Darcy gazed intensely at Elizabeth, reaching out to lightly trace her face, his fingers brushing her lips gently. He noted the rapid rise and fall of her chest, her unsteady breathing, and heightened color. His gaze traveled to her mouth, smiling when he heard her quick intake of breath.

"Don't you agree with me, Mr Darcy?" Elizabeth forced herself to keep breathing, trying to still the rapid beating of her heart.

"Agree with what, Miss Elizabeth?" Darcy was amused at Elizabeth's attempt to stay calm.

"That it's time to return to your guests."

Slowly, Darcy shook his head, moving closer, his eyes boring into hers with warm intensity. "The ladies think that you are with my sister, and the men think I am trying to locate a misplaced bottle of fine French brandy."

Elizabeth swallowed as Mr Darcy moved closer, his face inches from hers. "Wh-what are you doing?"

Darcy raised his brows in amusement. "What do you think I'm doing, Miss Elizabeth?"

"Miss Elizabeth? I believe you mean Elizabeth, Mr Darcy. You have received your gifts."

Darcy leaned back slightly, smiling. "I don't believe I have, Miss Elizabeth."

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes. "You said when you received your gifts, you would call me Elizabeth. Well, you have received your gifts, Mr Darcy." Be quiet, Elizabeth! Why was she rambling on like a simpleton?

Darcy smiled widely. "I said when I got what I wanted, Miss Elizabeth. Not when I opened your gifts." He slowly raised his arms, placing his hands on the bookshelf behind her, trapping Elizabeth between his arms. Lowering his head, he leaned down, whispering in her ear, "And what I want, Miss Elizabeth is a kiss."

Elizabeth gasped, leaning back against the bookshelf, feeling it dig into her back. She welcomed the pain as she was sure she was going to faint at any moment. Breathlessly, she responded, "Greedy today, aren't we, Mr Darcy?"

Darcy smiled, skimming his nose against Elizabeth's soft cheek, breathing in her Jasmine scent. "It is my birthday, Miss Elizabeth."

Elizabeth closed her eyes as she felt Mr Darcy move closer, his chest nearly touching hers. She brought a hand up to rest against his chest, feeling his rapid heart beat underneath her palm. She whispered, "You receive gifts on your birthday, Mr Darcy. You don't take them."

Darcy paused, pulling away slightly so he could see Elizabeth's face. He frowned. "Then what do you suggest, Miss Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth stared at Mr Darcy, her gaze moving to his lips, a sudden idea forming in her mind. Could she do it? What would he think of her? Before she could over think it, she raised up slightly on her toes, bringing her lips to his. As their lips met, she closed her eyes, letting the incredible sensation wash over her. His lips were so soft, so warm. This was bliss.

Elizabeth broke the kiss, suddenly aware that he had not reciprocated. She whispered, breathlessly, "Happy birthday, Fitzwilliam." Blushing furiously at her brazen behavior, she ducked underneath Mr Darcy's arm, walking rapidly towards the connecting door.

Darcy froze, stunned. Had that really just happened? He lightly touched his lips, still warm from Elizabeth's gentle touch. His eyes widened as his brain processed that indescribable moment. Elizabeth had just kissed him.

Darcy snapped out of his daze, and cried out with desperation, "Elizabeth! wait!" His feet moved of their own volition to stop her from leaving. Elizabeth had kissed him! But why was she running away?

He reached the connecting door, just as Elizabeth passed through it. He couldn't let her leave, not yet. Why hadn't he just asked her, declared himself as he had planned, dreamed about?

Darcy entered the library, searching for Elizabeth. He sighed in relief when he spotted her on the other side of the library with his sister. As he approached he heard Georgiana enquiring if she were well. Darcy grinned to himself. If Elizabeth's state of mind was anything like his at the moment, then no, she was definitely not well. Ecstatic, elated, euphoric were a few words that came immediately to mind.

"Yes, I am well, Georgiana." Elizabeth attempted to smile, but failed miserably.

Georgiana looked at Elizabeth, confused at her friend's distracted behavior. Seeing her brother behind Elizabeth she inquired, "You didn't quarrel again, did you?"

Darcy, seeing a way to gain more time with Elizabeth, immediately responded, "Yes." At the same time as Elizabeth responded in the negative.

Elizabeth turned to Mr Darcy, her heart pounding. As she met his ardent gaze, she sucked in a breath at the look of utter adoration on his face; his eyes filled with unspoken promises.

Without breaking her gaze, he repeated. "Yes, Georgiana, we quarreled. We need a little more time."

Georgiana looked back and forth between her brother and Elizabeth, her brow lowered in bewilderment. She cleared her throat. "Unfortunately brother, we have been away too long as it is. Miss Bingley came by just now. Fortunately, I was able to hide behind a bookshelf before she could see me, but I doubt I will be as successful next time. I can't return to the Drawing room without Lizzy, brother. If we don't return, I am afraid someone else will come looking for us."

Darcy sighed, knowing his sister was correct. He looked at Elizabeth longingly. So close. He had been so close. He groaned in frustration, running his hands through his hair. "Very well. I will see you both back in the Drawing room."

Darcy watched them leave. Elizabeth turned at the door to smile shyly, her face flushing becomingly as she met his gaze.

Elizabeth walked down the hallway beside Georgiana in a daze. Thankfully, she was silent so Elizabeth was able to relive that blissful moment.

"You didn't really quarrel, did you, Lizzy?" Georgiana turned to gaze at her distracted friend. She didn't know what happened while they were in her brother's study, but she was fairly certain her brother had not secured Elizabeth's hand. She huffed in frustration. He probably did something that scared her away.

Elizabeth shook her head, absentmindedly. "No, we didn't quarrel." She followed Georgiana into the Drawing room, taking a seat next to Lady Worthington. She took a deep breath, turning to meet Lady Worthington's knowing gaze. Elizabeth blushed as she laughed.

Nodding her head, Lady Worthington leaned in and whispered, "I was right, was I not?"

"About what, my lady?"

With a sly smile, she answered, "About the Darcy men being passionate."

Elizabeth blanched, staring at Lady Worthington in horror.

Lady Worthington winked. "Don't worry dear, you can't tell you've been kissed. I just know by the slightly dazed look in your eyes and your heightened color."

Elizabeth blushed, looking down. If only Lady Worthington knew it was not Mr Darcy who had initiated the kiss. Although, he would have if she'd let him. She sighed. Well, what was done, was done. And she didn't regret it, shameless hussy that she was.

Elizabeth smiled gratefully at Lady Worthington. "I wanted to thank you for your words that day at the Foundling Hospital. It helped me see Mr Darcy in a different light. I realized that I had overreacted. You were right, he was acting out of a protective instinct."

Lady Worthington smiled kindly, patting her knee. "You are very welcome, my dear. The Darcy men don't mean to be controlling, but it often comes across that way. Just remember that, my girl and don't let him get away with it."

Elizabeth laughed, looking up to see Miss Bingley staring daggers at her. "And why, pray, would you be giving this hoyden advice about Mr Darcy, my lady?"

Lady Worthington straightened in her seat, fixing Miss Bingley with a severe look. "That, my dear, Miss Bingley, is none of your concern."

Miss Bingley's eyes narrowed as she gazed at Lady Worthington. Thankfully, she turned and left in a huff, muttering under her breath, "We'll see about that."

Elizabeth breathed a sign of relief. She would take three Lady Emily's over one Miss Bingley any day. She thanked Lady Worthington.

"Not at all, my dear. I should have realized she was standing there."

Elizabeth looked up as the gentlemen entered, watching in amusement as the Colonel and Mr Bingley walked quickly to where her sister sat with her Aunt and Lady Eleanor. Sensing Mr Darcy's presence, she looked up to see him gazing at her, a small smile on his face.

Lady Worthington chuckled, getting up from her seat. "Well, I believe that is my cue."

Darcy held up a hand. "No, stay where you are, my lady. I simply wished to escort Miss Elizabeth to the pianoforte."

Elizabeth took Mr Darcy's hand, her gaze never leaving his. He gently kissed her hand, placing it around his arm before leading her to the pianoforte.

Darcy searched through the music as Elizabeth took a seat. Sitting beside her, he showed her the music he had come to associate with her.

Elizabeth smiled, shaking her head as he held out the sheet music for Beethoven's Piano Concerto. "I don't require the music, Mr Darcy." She tapped her head, "I have it all up here."

Darcy leaned towards her, placing the music in front of her as he whispered, "Humor me, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth took a deep breath and began playing, focusing on the music in front of her, needing a distraction from the gentleman sitting close beside her.

Darcy watched Elizabeth from the corner of his eye as she played, mesmerized by the emotion she displayed as she played. As he reached forward to turn the page, he whispered, "I see you haven't learned from my cousin's tales of me and Bingley."

"What haven't I learned, Darcy?" Elizabeth whispered, desperately trying to pay attention to her playing.

Darcy slowly reached behind Elizabeth, placing his hand on her back, grateful that the pianoforte was situated in a way that his gesture was undetected by those in the room. He shifted slightly on the bench to move closer to her. He slowly moved his hand up her back, feeling her shiver slightly at his light caress.

Leaning forward to turn the page, he turned his head slightly, meeting her gaze and said in a low voice, "That I always retaliate."

Elizabeth swallowed, forcing herself to keep playing. Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure that everyone could hear it. She felt she was coming out of her skin. Breathe, Elizabeth.

"Is that so, Mr Darcy? Should I be frightened?"

Darcy slowly trailed his fingers down her back. "Definitely." He pressed his hand to her lower back, smiling at her quick intake of breath. She finished playing, standing quickly as everyone applauded her performance. He stood when she did, reluctantly dropping his hand from her back. As she stepped away from the pianoforte, Darcy followed her, offering his arm to escort her back to her seat.

As they walked to take a seat, Miss Bingley approached, her eyes blazing. Bingley following closely behind her, reaching out to grasp his sister's arm. "Caroline, don't."

Miss Bingley ripped her arm from her brother's grasp. Looking at Mr Darcy, she narrowed her eyes at Elizabeth's hand wrapped around his arm. In a low voice, she hissed, "I don't understand what you are doing, Mr Darcy."

Darcy raised his brows, gazing at Miss Bingley with barely concealed disdain. "I don't have the pleasure of understanding you, Miss Bingley."

Elizabeth glanced around the room, grateful that most of the guests seemed to be helping themselves to refreshments laid out on the other side of the room. She watched Jane approach, her eyes wary. She was followed closely by Colonel Fitzwilliam, whose gaze was unmistakably eager. Elizabeth barely refrained from rolling her eyes. Jane was right, he did relish the ridiculous a little too much.

"What do I mean, Mr Darcy? I mean what are you doing giving your attentions to this country nobody!"

Elizabeth's eyes widened in shock. How dare she? Elizabeth opened her mouth to retort, when Mr Darcy brought his hand to rest over hers lying on his arm. He looked at her, and she trembled at the look of fury on his face.

Darcy stared at Miss Bingley, coldly. "You will apologize to the woman I will one day make my wife or I will throw you out."

Miss Bingley stared at Mr Darcy in shock, her mouth gaping open. She sputtered, "You can't be serious." Her voice rose in volume and she exclaimed, "How could you bestow your favor on a common strumpet!"

What happened next was a blur. Elizabeth gasped as Mr Darcy stepped forward, a murderous light in his eyes. Before Mr Darcy could utter a word, Jane walked quickly towards Miss Bingley, a determined glint in her beautiful blue eyes.

Jane approached, throwing her glass of ratafia (2) in Miss Bingley's face. "The only strumpet here, Miss Bingley is you." Jane was indignant. Who did this woman think she was?

Everyone froze, stunned. Miss Bingley stood with dripping, brown liquid running down her enraged face.

Colonel Fitzwilliam burst out laughing, gazing at Jane with undisguised delight. Jane stood, with clenched fists, shaking with fury at the slight to her dearest sister.

Elizabeth stared openmouthed at her sister, shocked that proper Jane would do such a thing.

Mr Bingley, his face bright red, handed his handkerchief to his sister, gently taking her by the arm. He turned to Darcy, bowing. "I believe I will take my sister home. Forgive us for ruining your birthday." Glaring at his sister, he pulled her away.

Recovering from her shock, Elizabeth called out, "Oh, Miss Bingley. Since you are so interested in expanding your reading repertoire, may I suggest The Vindictive Spirit? I believe you'll be able to identify with the protagonist quite well. Good evening to you."

Lady Worthington approached, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "I believe Miss Bingley will have to learn to read first, Miss Elizabeth. As it is obvious she can't even recognize her own name."

Miss Bingley's face paled and she glared at the imposter standing calmly next to Mr Darcy. This was not over, she would not lose to this hussy who had obviously seduced her Mr Darcy.

Mr Bingley apologized profusely to Darcy before leaving with haste, dragging his incensed sister behind him.

After the Bingley's left, everyone converged on Elizabeth and Jane asking if they were well. Most had not heard Miss Bingley's slanderous remark to Elizabeth, but no one missed Jane's spectacular display.

Mrs Gardiner led a still furious Jane to a nearby sofa, Colonel Fitzwilliam following closely behind. As he left, he turned and winked at Darcy, a wide smile on his face.

Darcy led Elizabeth to a sofa, taking a seat beside her. He was livid. That was it. No longer would he tolerate Miss Bingley's company. He had done so out of respect to Bingley, but no friendship was worth subjecting the ones he loved to that woman's vitriol. He would welcome Bingley's company, but not hers.

"Please don't let this unfortunate event effect your relationship with Mr Bingley." Elizabeth said softly.

Darcy turned to Elizabeth, a small smile on his face, unsurprised that she was more concerned for his comfort and well-being than hers. He clasped her hand, squeezing it gently. "Don't worry, Elizabeth. It won't, unless Bingley decides he doesn't wish to continue the acquaintance."

"And what of Miss Bingley?"

Darcy's countenance darkened. "I will never acknowledge her again."

Elizabeth nodded, unsurprised. What caused a woman to act so despicably? She couldn't help feeling pity for Miss Bingley, despite her unkind remarks. She had obviously convinced herself that she and Mr Darcy were meant to be. She sighed. She was more concerned for her sister. Her behavior tonight...she was sure Jane would be berating herself most severely for her improper display. But Elizabeth felt nothing but gratitude towards her.

Darcy turned, taking both Elizabeth's hands in his own, rubbing circles gently on the back of her hands. "Let's speak of more pleasant things, Elizabeth." He looked up, holding her gaze. "I wish for a private audience with you tomorrow." Darcy looked at their joined hands for a moment before raising his head, his intent clear. "Would that be acceptable?"

Elizabeth stopped breathing, staring into Mr Darcy's eyes. Could he possibly mean what she hoped he did? Elizabeth exhaled slowly, nodding her head slowly. "Of course."

Darcy smiled, bring her hand to his lips for a kiss. "Thank you, Elizabeth."

Later that night, after his guests had departed, Darcy sat in his study, slowly tracing the flowers on the handkerchief Elizabeth had made. Although events had not transpired the way he had planned, he could not regret what had occurred. Elizabeth's kiss. He smiled, leaning back in his chair. Tomorrow, he would declare himself, nothing could prevent him from doing so.

Darcy stood to retire when a knock sounded on his study door. He frowned, glancing at the clock on the mantle. It was after one in the morning. "Enter."

To his surprise, Fletcher entered bearing a tray with a message. "Forgive the late hour, sir, but this just came. I thought you would want to read it right away."

Darcy took the letter from Fletcher, immediately recognizing the writing of one of his contacts. "Thank you, Fletcher. Good night."

"Good night, sir."

Darcy tore open the message before Fletcher had left, staring at the three words.

We found him.

He collapsed in his chair, closing his eyes in relief. Finally. Now, he would get his answers and more importantly, Elizabeth would get hers.

A/N: So sorry for the late post. But at least this chapter is exceptionally long, right? So, this will be my last post for awhile (I know, I know, I'm sorry!) but I'm leaving on vacation and I will not be posting while I'm gone. I'll be too busy eating seafood, taking long walks on the beach and introducing my kiddos to the ocean. So, don't expect a post for at least two weeks. But, never fear, I will resume posting as soon as this month settles down - it is summer after all! I am not abandoning the story. Believe me, I want to see what happens as much as you do!

So, the vote for Caroline's smack down was overwhelming Jane, so I let her do the honors :) But Lady W and Elizabeth were close seconds, so I let them take a dig at C as well. Please review and tell me what you thought. We'll be driving for 14 long hours so I'll need something to read on the way :)

Keep reading and reviewing! See you in two weeks!

Much love,

MAH

(1) Angelo's School of Arms, established by an Italian in London around 1755.

(2) Ratafia was an after dinner drink. Extremely sugary and made from a base of brandy with an infusion of fruits and spices.