34. Chapter 34

A huge thank you to my beta, the incomparable, CassandraLowry.

Chapter 33

The two couples were silent as they made their way back to the town house, each lost in their own thoughts. Elizabeth was reeling with the information imparted just moments ago by Mr. Williamson. She still couldn't comprehend the fact that her mother had named her Elizabeth after Mr. Williamson's mother. Why? Why name the daughter she disdained after her lost love's mother? A quiet voice whispered that her mother hadn't always treated her so disdainfully. When she was younger, her mother had constantly worried and fretted over all her children, convinced that every cold or scraped knee would lead to their untimely demise. Despite her mother's excitable and frivolous behavior and her susceptibility to palpitations and tremors whenever she was displeased or distressed, Elizabeth knew she was loved and wanted. But that had all changed. From around the time that Elizabeth was eight years of age, her mother's attitude towards her had rapidly deteriorated.

Knowing the connection between Mr. Williamson and her mother gave Elizabeth insight into her mother's behavior, but she still didn't understand how that knowledge was related to her mother's disdain. If anything, she was left with more questions than answers. Why her? Her mother clearly favored her eldest and youngest daughters, but Mary and Kitty were not treated as contemptuously as Elizabeth. What made her different from her sisters? Her thoughts wandered to her father, and she smiled. What would she have done without his kind attention? His approbation? When she had first ventured into her father's sanctuary, it had been a place of unexplored wonders waiting to be discovered. Her father had nurtured and encouraged her inquisitiveness and thirst for knowledge, and she found that she enjoyed spending the majority of her time with him, debating their opinions over anything and everything. Two like souls, bonding together over their shared love of the written word and intelligent conversation. Over the years, his sanctuary had become hers as well. There she was accepted and valued for who she was. Her mother had no place there; her censure had no power. Elizabeth had been free to discover and grow under the steady, guiding influence of her father. She knew that he felt he had done her an injustice, encouraging her thirst for knowledge and the free expression of her opinions without fear. But despite her father's unconventional methods of teaching her, she would be forever grateful to him for embracing her instead of pushing her away as her mother had done.

As the four entered the town house, Elizabeth's musings were interrupted by Simmons coming to inform Fitzwilliam that her uncle wished to see him. Elizabeth felt a flash of annoyance towards her uncle. Hadn't she been trying to talk to him for five days now? What could he want with Fitzwilliam? When she expressed such to her betrothed, he gave her an understanding smile.

"Why don't you come with me, Elizabeth? Your uncle cannot refuse to see you forever."

Elizabeth started towards her uncle's study with Fitzwilliam when Simmons subtly cleared his throat.

"I beg your pardon, Miss Elizabeth, but Mr. Gardiner asked only to see Mr. Darcy. Also, Mrs. Gardiner is currently not at home..." His voice trailed off as he directed his gaze to her sister and Colonel Fitzwilliam who were headed in the direction of the drawing room.

Elizabeth pushed down her disappointment. Seeing her sister and the Colonel, she raised her brows, a slight smile on her face. "I see. We cannot have my sister and the good Colonel alone together now, can we?"

Simmons pursed his lips. "That is not for me to say, Miss Elizabeth."

Elizabeth exchanged an amused look with Fitzwilliam. Simmons had been very...accommodating with them, giving them time to be together alone. Perhaps he only felt comfortable doing so because they were engaged to be married. She reluctantly bid farewell to Fitzwilliam and headed to the drawing room at a leisurely pace.

Darcy watched Elizabeth follow her sister and his cousin with a concerned expression on his face. He knew she was troubled by what Williamson had imparted about the significance of her name, and he didn't wish to leave her at such a time. Hopefully, this meeting with Gardiner would be short so that he could return to her side. He pushed down his anger towards Gardiner; he really should be speaking to Elizabeth, not him. At the very least, he could use this time to remind Gardiner that his niece had wanted to speak with him for the past five days. He couldn't go on ignoring her forever.

A soft cough drew his attention away from watching Elizabeth. Simmons was observing him, a knowing expression on his face. Darcy straightened, flushing slightly at being so obvious. For a man who valued his privacy, being caught watching a woman, even if that woman was his future wife, by a servant was unacceptable. Perhaps he would not recommend a bonus for the efficient butler.

"If you'll follow me, sir."

Darcy glanced once more at Elizabeth's retreating figure before reluctantly following Simmons. As he walked the familiar path to Gardiners study, his mind wandered back to his walk with Elizabeth, pausing on their brief interlude in the grove of trees. Another wave of fear encompassed his soul, causing his heart to race. This was ridiculous! His fears were unfounded, caused by the heightened emotions of Williamson and Mrs. Bennet, nothing more. The mere idea of that woman causing him unwarranted stress and fear was galling.

Before long, he heard Simmons announce his arrival, and, taking a deep breath, Darcy entered Gardiner's study, prepared for anything. His first look at Gardiner caused his confident stride to falter in concern. Gardiner was seated in his customary place of dominance behind his large mahogany desk. Gone was the confident man Darcy had come to know. Before him was a man broken, his posture bent, his gaze unfocused and weary. His reddened eyes were punctuated with dark circles, a clear indication that he had not been sleeping well. It was obvious to Darcy that Gardiner was suffering the guilt of a tormented soul. He appeared to have aged at least ten years in the past five days. Darcy couldn't help but feel pity for the man.

With a start, he realized that Gardiner had been silently observing him with a weary and resigned expression. "Darcy. Please have a seat." His voice sounded hoarse, as if he hadn't used it in some time.

Wordlessly, Darcy sat in the chair across from Gardiner's desk. He couldn't help contrasting this meeting with his first meeting with the man: the day he came to ask to court Elizabeth. So much had happened since then. Was it really just one month ago?

"I am sure you are wondering why I asked to speak with you."

Darcy merely nodded. He was a patient man; he would let Gardiner dictate this meeting on his own terms. He had no wish to make whatever he had to say harder for him. As much as he disagreed with his duplicity in keeping Elizabeth ignorant of the answers she sought regarding Williamson and her mother, he had found the courage to tell her even though it had cost him to do so. He could afford to show compassion for the man sitting across from him.

Without preamble, Gardiner said, "I wish you to accompany me to visit Williamson."

Darcy stared blankly at Gardiner. Of all the things he was expecting him to say, that had not even crossed his mind. "I beg your pardon? You wish to visit Williamson?"

"Yes. I..." Gardiner paused to take a deep breath. "I need to ask his forgiveness."

Darcy was surprised and pleased with his decision. A lesser man would have brushed aside his mistakes, made excuses and gone on with his life, indifferent to the harm he had caused. Although Gardiner had kept silent for twenty-five years, he had confessed, and now he wished to make amends. He knew it was not easy for a man to admit his mistakes, his faults, especially to another.

"Of course, if that is your wish. I am happy to be of service. But, it you don't mind me asking, why do you wish for me to accompany you?"

Gardiner looked at Darcy for a long moment, considering his words. "I find I am not strong enough to face Williamson alone after all these years. And I respect you, Darcy. You have proven to be a trustworthy and an honorable man; a man I will be proud to call 'nephew.'"

Darcy swallowed as he shifted slightly in his chair, uncomfortable at Gardiner's high praise. It had been years since he had heard any type of approbation from another, not since his father.

Darcy nodded his head. "Thank you, Gardiner. But I think you'll find that Williamson is not one to hold a grudge. Perhaps it's because he knows that he is nearing the end of his life."

A shadow of pain flashed in Gardiner's eyes at Darcy's words. "Yes, I suppose that makes sense."

"When do you wish to see him?"

Gardiner straightened, his despondency giving way to resolve. "Today, I hope. I've already sent a note requesting an audience." He stood, walking to the window to look out at the busy street below. "I am still waiting for the footman to return with his reply."

Darcy nodded. "Well, it might be awhile. We just spoke with him in the park."

Gardiner spun around in surprise. "You spoke with him? What about? I cannot imagine he had much to say considering the nature of Lizzy's meeting with him last week."

"He wished to hear about your nieces, Gardiner."

Gardiner sat, his expression stunned. "He wished to know about Fanny's daughters? Why?"

Darcy shrugged. "I also found it a surprising request. But he seemed to truly enjoy your nieces' company and hearing about their lives."

Gardiner raised his brows. "Indeed? Well, I find that rather astonishing. I would not think he would be able to hear about Fanny's life with another man."

"He didn't ask after Mrs. Bennet or Mr. Bennet, and your nieces didn't volunteer any information. He was just interested in hearing about your nieces." Darcy debated whether to ask Gardiner about Williamson's revelation about Elizabeth's name. Did Gardiner know Mrs. Bennet had named Elizabeth for her lover's mother?

Gardiner nodded his head, a contemplative expression on his weary face. Hesitantly, he asked, "How did he seem to you, Darcy? Was he...well?"

Darcy heard Gardiners unspoken question: Was Williamson really dying? He took a deep breath, considering his words. "He appeared weak, but his color was better than it was last Saturday." Seeing Gardiner's hopeful expression, he added in a quiet voice, "I have no doubt that Williamson is a very sick man."

Gardiner nodded distractedly. "I see. Well, with his jaunt to the park today, perhaps he won't be up to seeing me today after all."

"Perhaps not. I am happy to accompany you whenever Williamson is available. Although I will be unavailable on Friday."

A spark of interest lit in Gardiner's eyes. "Ah, yes. My Marianne told me you're traveling to Longbourn to gain my brother Bennet's consent." He gave Darcy a look so reminiscent of Richard that he almost choked. "I think that is a very wise idea, Darcy. How did you convince Lizzy to let you go so soon?"

Darcy cleared his throat. "It was at Elizabeth's suggestion, Gardiner. Not mine."

"Indeed. And why the sudden change of heart, Darcy? As I recall, my niece was adamant that you not face Bennet alone. So what changed, I wonder?"

"She said she thought it would be prudent if I went sooner rather than later." Darcy could have kicked himself for speaking so candidly in front of Elizabeth's guardian. The last thing he needed was to raise his suspicions. They hadn't done anything wrong, exactly. He was always extremely careful when he expressed his love and devotion to Elizabeth, but he was finding it increasingly...difficult to maintain a semblance of control. He was grateful that Elizabeth had finally seen sense in allowing him to secure her hand as soon as possible.

Gardiner's brows shot up in surprise, then lowered in consternation as he watched the play of emotions on Darcy's face. He leaned forward, placing his clasped hands on the desk before him. His eyes narrowed, his countenance grave. "Do you have something you wish to tell me, Darcy?" he asked in a low, serious voice.

"No, Gardiner." Darcy kept his voice steady and his unwavering gaze fixed on the face of Elizabeth's guardian. He had nothing to hide.

"No? Look me in the eye, Darcy, and tell me that you have acted with complete propriety towards my niece at all times."

"I have treated my betrothed with the utmost respect at all times, Gardiner." Darcy stated in a firm voice.

"That's not what I asked, Darcy."

"No, but it's what you meant, Gardiner." Darcy kept his gaze fixed on the man before him, refusing to concede. If the man thought he was going to divulge the private moments between him and his future wife, he was gravely mistaken. "You said just a moment ago that you knew me to be a trustworthy and honorable man. Were those just words, Gardiner? Or did you mean them?"

Gardiner stared at Darcy before sighing loudly. "Yes, of course I meant what I said, Darcy. But," he paused, piercing the younger man with his gaze. "Take my advice, Darcy. Be careful. It was not so long ago that I was in your situation, an engaged man desperately in love with the woman who had consented to be his. I know how easy it is to get caught up in your emotions." He straightened, keeping his gaze fixed on Darcy. "I just don't want you to do anything that you will later regret. Do you understand what I am saying, young man?"

"Yes, I do, Gardiner.

Gardiner nodded his head in a decisive manner. "Good. Now that said, I hope you don't think I am overstepping my bounds in speaking so openly. Lizzy is under my protection after all. And," Gardiner snorted, a wry smile on his face, "my brother Bennet would never have such a talk with his future son-in-law. But it needs to be said. I hope you understand, Darcy. And I meant no offence."

"None taken, Gardiner. I meant what I said; I would never treat Elizabeth in a disrespectful manner. I value her above all else."

"I know you do, Darcy," Gardiner said quietly. "Which is why I will be proud to call you 'nephew.' It is the one consolation in all this mess with Williamson: that my mistakes long ago have not prevented Lizzy's happiness with a man who sees her true worth. For that, I thank you."

Darcy nodded, relieved that Gardiner's interrogation was over.

Gardiner gave Darcy a pointed look. "That said, I think it is very wise that you are seeking Bennet's permission. The sooner you marry that dear girl, the better." Gardiner raised a finger, shaking it at Darcy. "And not just because I want her free from my sister's grasp, either." Gardiner leaned back in his chair, his weariness evident. He made a dismissing gesture with his hand. "Thank you, Darcy. I will let you know when I hear from Williamson."

Darcy stood, but didn't leave. "Gardiner, you need to speak with Elizabeth. She understands that you need time to come to terms with your decision all those years ago, but she needs you to know that she does not harbor any anger towards you. Will you talk with her?"

Gardiner stared at Darcy, his expression inscrutable. Finally, he sighed. "Yes, of course. Marianne has told me much the same thing, but I wanted to talk to her after I have made amends so she knows that I am truly sorry for what I did. I know she is not looking for my forgiveness, but I need it from her as much as I need it from Williamson. My actions hurt her, and for that I need to seek her forgiveness, but only after I have seen Williamson."

Darcy didn't ask if he was also going to ask Mrs. Bennet for forgiveness. In his opinion, that contemptible woman didn't warrant forgiveness from Gardiner and especially not from Elizabeth. He respected Elizabeth's decision and her need to forgive her mother for her own peace of mind, but she would likely reject any olive branch she offered. Bowing his head, Darcy said gratefully, "Thank you, Gardiner."

Darcy left Gardiner's study, his stride brisk as he made his way to the drawing room where his Elizabeth was waiting for him. She would be pleased with her uncle's decision to face Williamson. Despite Gardiner's faults, he was a good man. A man willing to face his mistakes was a man worthy of respect and esteem. A man Darcy would be proud to call, "uncle."

As he approached the drawing room door, he halted at the unusual sight before him, raising his brows in amusement. What is the little minx up to now?

~oOOo~

As Elizabeth neared the drawing room, she paused outside the partially open door, biting her lip in indecision. She could clearly hear her sister and the Colonel just inside the door. A quick peek into the room showed that they were sitting on the sofa closest to the partially open door. She was torn. She knew she should go inside and act as chaperone, but she wanted to give them privacy if the Colonel had intentions to declare himself. The door was open, so there was no chance of a compromise. Glancing down the hallway, Elizabeth made her decision. She would wait here to ensure their privacy. Hopefully the Colonel was intelligent enough to make use of the time alone with her sister.

"...hope you were not distressed by Williamson's conversation..."

Elizabeth instinctively leaned closer as she heard the low voice of Colonel Fitzwilliam, his tone gentle and solicitous. She smiled as she remembered his concerned expression as he had looked on her sister during their conversation with Mr. Williamson, realizing that he loved her sister. Was it wrong to give him an opportunity to declare his intentions?

"No, but I am concerned for my sister."

Dear, sweet Jane! Elizabeth smiled. No doubt her sister was thinking of how she could help her, what she could say to ease her distress. Don't think of me, Jane! Don't let this opportunity pass you by! Elizabeth willed her sister to focus on the Colonel and the fact that they were very much alone. She shifted uncomfortably. Well, almost alone.

"Your solicitous concern for your sister does you credit, Miss Bennet."

"How could I not be concerned for my sister after such a revelation?"

Elizabeth wrinkled her nose. Do not spend this time talking about me! Don't waste this opportunity, Colonel! Elizabeth silently prayed.

"Yes, I can imagine it came as quite a shock."

Elizabeth huffed lightly. To her dismay, they proceeded to talk about Mr. Williamson and how badly they felt for him and his illness. Then the Colonel made a reference to her and her mother which caused Elizabeth to start in surprise. The Colonel was aware of her mother's disparagement of her? She was not sure how she felt about him knowing. She liked the Colonel immensely and would be pleased to call him "cousin" when she married Fitzwilliam. He had probably informed his cousin, and she trusted him wholeheartedly.

Elizabeth heard some shifting and her sister's quiet gasp. Elizabeth's heart stopped. What just happened? Did the Colonel move closer to Jane? Did he take her hand? Did he kiss her? Unconsciously, she moved closer to the open door, barely making out the edge of the sofa and her sister's white gown.

"Williamson and your sister are not what I wish to be speaking about in this moment, Miss Bennet." He cleared his throat. "Miss Bennet...Jane."

Elizabeth brought her hands to her mouth to prevent her from squealing in excitement. Was this it? Would he finally declare himself?

"Yes, Colonel Fitzwilliam?"

Elizabeth smiled widely, bouncing lightly on her toes at her sister's breathless response. Her heart was pounding in excitement. Finally, her sister would get the love she deserved.

Suddenly an arm snaked around her waist from behind, causing her to jump in surprise. A low voice whispered, "And what do you think you are doing, Elizabeth? Eavesdropping on your sister and my cousin?" Fitzwilliam's voice was amused, his warm breath tickling her ear.

Elizabeth gasped at his sudden closeness, her heart now pounding for an entirely different reason. She struggled in his tight embrace. "Wait, Fitzwilliam! Just one minute more," she whispered breathlessly as she leaned closer to the open door.

"Elizabeth." The admonishment in Fitzwilliam's voice caused her to blush.

He released her and without another word, walked into the drawing room before she could prevent it. She huffed in annoyance before following him. What bad timing Fitzwilliam had! If only...her thoughts were interrupted as she ran bodily into Fitzwilliam. She peered around his broad back to see what had caused him to stop so abruptly.

Colonel Fitzwilliam was glaring daggers at her betrothed, while poor Jane was staring intently at the clasped hands in her lap, her beautiful face a vivid red. She immediately noticed how closely they were seated on the rather large sofa.

"I told you!" hissed Elizabeth in a soft voice to Fitzwilliam's back. "We should have waited a few minutes longer!"

Darcy cleared his throat. "Forgive me, Cousin, Miss Bennet. I hope I was not interrupting?" His voice was laced with amusement and barely suppressed laughter.

Elizabeth's mouth dropped open. He did that on purpose! He was enjoying this! Her eyes narrowed, and she adopted Colonel Fitzwilliam's glare. Unfortunately, Fitzwilliam never saw it as it was directed at his rather impressive...ah, backside. She blushed hotly, redirecting her gaze further north.

Jane recovered her composure quickly although she spoke in a distinctly flustered voice. "Not at all, Mr. Darcy." She stood in a slightly less than graceful manner to ring for tea. Colonel Fitzwilliam quickly stood and followed her, his expression decidedly forlorn.

Elizabeth walked out from her place behind Fitzwilliam, shooting him a glare as she did so. As she passed him, he reached out to capture her arm, tucking it around his elbow. She attempted to free herself but was unsuccessful.

"No need for you to be angry, my love. I was not the one who was caught eavesdropping on a private conversation," Fitzwilliam whispered in her ear.

Elizabeth didn't think she could turn redder. Her face felt as if it were on fire. Truth be told, she was mortified. To be caught eavesdropping on her sister and the Colonel by Fitzwilliam? What had she been thinking? At the time, it seemed like a perfectly good idea, giving the Colonel and Jane time alone.

"You don't think they knew I was there, do you?" she responded in a low voice. She looked at her sister to determine her state of mind. Unsurprisingly, her sister's countenance was the picture of serene contentment as she talked with the Colonel. She hoped her sister didn't realize what she had been doing. She would be mortified if she knew Elizabeth had been listening unabashedly at the door, especially since the nature of their conversation was definitely meant to be private. How would she feel if someone had eavesdropped on her and Fitzwilliam? Her face paled at the thought.

"I don't believe so," Fitzwilliam replied, giving her an understanding smile. "Just what were you thinking? I would have thought you'd learned your lesson. Remember the last time you eavesdropped?"

Elizabeth wrinkled her nose. Of course she remembered. She had heard Fitzwilliam make a disparaging comment about her. "You're right; I should not have listened. But I didn't wish to interrupt and I was so hoping..." Her voice trailed off as she glanced at the other couple, a hopeful expression on her face. Maybe he would still ask her despite their presence?

Darcy glanced down at Elizabeth, a small smile on his face. "I am sorry as well, Elizabeth. I admit; I interrupted on purpose. It was unkind of me, especially to your sister. I was only thinking of my cousin and how it would serve him right after changing his mind so often regarding his intentions towards your sister these past few weeks."

"Has he?" Elizabeth inquired, sitting down.

Darcy sat beside Elizabeth, unconsciously taking her hand in his. "Yes. He didn't wish to commit to her until he knew if he was going to be sent to the Iberian Peninsula."

"And is he ready to commit to my sister?" Elizabeth asked, her eyes alight with eager enthusiasm.

Darcy studied Elizabeth's bright countenance, mesmerized by the glow in her beautiful eyes. He smiled softly, bringing her hand to his lips. "Yes, he is ready."

Elizabeth smiled brilliantly. "Then, I won't give you a hard time for interrupting them. It is enough to know of his intentions towards my sister. I am so glad, Fitzwilliam," Elizabeth sighed happily. "Jane deserves such happiness. I hope your cousin realizes how lucky he is to be gaining such a treasure as my dearest sister."

"Well, my cousin and I are rather intelligent men, Elizabeth. We immediately recognized the worth of the Bennet ladies and acted accordingly," he said with a teasing smile. "Luckily, they also seem to be bright young women and deemed us worthy of their attentions."

Elizabeth laughed, pleased at seeing Fitzwilliam's more playful side. "Well, I still think we should contrive a way to give them some privacy." With a sly look, she added, "If only to save you from your cousin's wrath. I saw that look he gave you, Fitzwilliam. I would watch your back if I were you."

It was Darcy's turn to laugh. "I am not afraid of my cousin, Elizabeth. But, I would not be opposed to taking a turn about the garden." His gaze became intense as it bore into hers, his voice low and intimate as he said, "I believe we were interrupted ourselves earlier today. And I always like to finish what I've started."

Elizabeth flushed at his clear meaning. "Won't it appear a little odd if we decide to take a turn about the garden so soon after returning from walking in the park?"

"Not if I have something I wish to say that requires privacy," he responded in a low voice.

Elizabeth's brow lowered. "Indeed? Does it have to do with what my uncle wished to speak to you about?"

Darcy nodded. He didn't need complete privacy to tell her about her uncle's request, but he did feel badly about interrupting his cousin, especially since Richard had been thwarted twice today in achieving his desire: a formal courtship with Miss Bennet. He stood, holding out his hand for Elizabeth. In a loud voice, he asked, "Miss Elizabeth, would you accompany me to the garden? After the incessant rain these past three days, I find it abhorrent to keep in doors."

Elizabeth smiled, shaking her head at Fitzwilliam's subterfuge. "With pleasure, Mr. Darcy."

As they made their way towards the door, Simmons entered and announced the arrival of Mr. Bingley.

Elizabeth growled softly in exasperation as Fitzwilliam coughed to hide his amusement.

"Bingley always did have impeccable timing," Darcy whispered in an undertone as he moved to greet his friend.

Elizabeth greeted Mr. Bingley warmly. She really did like him despite his horrible sister. He was just not the right man for Jane. If Jane hadn't already met and fallen in love with the Colonel, she probably would have encouraged Jane to get to know Mr. Bingley better. She knew her sister was conflicted, not in who had engaged her affections, but in how to tell an unwanted suitor that she was not interested. As she watched Mr. Bingley greet her sister and Colonel Fitzwilliam, she couldn't help but notice that Mr. Bingley seemed unusually flustered today. His usual amiable and easy manners had been replaced with agitation that clearly indicated he was troubled about something. Could it be the presence of Colonel Fitzwilliam? A discreet glance in Mr. Bingley's direction showed that he was not unduly affected by the presence of his rival. In fact, his gaze kept returning to Fitzwilliam, his countenance anxious. She shared a perplexed look with her sister, who had also noticed his unusual behavior. She took the open place next to her sister on the sofa, Colonel Fitzwilliam on Jane's other side. Fitzwilliam took the chair closest to her, leaving Mr. Bingley to sit in the chair closet to the Colonel.

An awkward silence fell until a maid entered with the tea service. Jane jumped up, a look of relief on her face as she busied herself with serving the tea. Colonel Fitzwilliam frowned as Jane prepared Mr. Bingley's tea without asking him how he liked it. She immediately noticed her sister's pained expression, knowing exactly how she felt. She had been in a similar situation with two suitors vying for her attentions in this very room not too long ago. She sighed.

Hopefully, Mr. Bingley was an intelligent man and could discern where her sister's affections lay. Although, knowing her sister's modest and shy demeanor, she didn't place too much hope in that outcome. She realized, belatedly, that no one was saying anything. She glanced at Fitzwilliam, silently pleading for him to say something. But all she got from that infuriating gentleman were raised eyebrows and an amused smirk.

Surprisingly, Colonel Fitzwilliam began the conversation, introducing a topic that was agreeable to everyone. Elizabeth didn't miss the grateful look Jane directed towards the Colonel, nor the wink he directed at her sister in response. Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief. With any luck, Mr. Bingley would leave after a half hour, and she and Fitzwilliam could retreat to the garden and leave the Colonel free to declare himself to Jane. With that happy thought, Elizabeth was able to enjoy Mr. Bingley's company with equanimity and forbearance.

Their easy conversation continued until Mr. Bingley turned to Colonel Fitzwilliam and said, bluntly, "I confess I am surprised to see you here, Colonel Fitzwilliam."

Elizabeth paused with her cup halfway to her mouth, her eyes widening in surprise at Mr Bingley's uncharitable remark. Unfortunately for Jane, she had just taken a swallow of tea and choked slightly, coughing lightly to clear to throat.

Colonel Fitzwilliam placed his cup carefully down on the table before addressing the unwanted suitor. "Oh, and why is that, Bingley?" His tone was light and harmless, but his gaze was hard and unrelenting.

Oh dear, thought Elizabeth. She glanced at Mr. Bingley, confused by his indecorous statement. What could he mean by it? Mr. Bingley was acting quite peculiarly. She glanced uneasily at Fitzwilliam, relieved that he seemed to be concerned with his friend's behavior as well. When she met his gaze, he shook his head slightly.

Mr. Bingley must have seen something in the Colonel's gaze because he flushed an unbecoming shade of red. "Ah, I was just not aware that you were well acquainted with the Miss Bennets, Colonel. That is all."

Colonel Fitzwilliam raised his brows, his expression slightly mocking. "Indeed? I don't understand why you are so surprised, Bingley. My cousin is engaged to Miss Elizabeth, is he not?"

Mr. Bingley stammered, "Yes, of course."

"And with my cousin's close connection to Miss Elizabeth, an intelligent man would naturally assume that I would also be well acquainted with his betrothed and her family, especially since Darcy and I are as close as brothers, correct?"

"You are correct, Colonel. Forgive me; I meant no offense."

"Of course you didn't, Bingley," the Colonel responded in a placating manner. "Because you are not an unintelligent man, now are you?"

Mr. Bingley shifted uneasily in his chair, his face a bright red. He suddenly stood, bowing in her and Jane's direction, his gaze on the floor. "It's been a pleasure, Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth. I will bid you both a good day." He raised his eyes to gaze longingly at Jane only to be met with the top of her bowed head.

Elizabeth smiled kindly at Mr. Bingley, not wishing to cause him any further embarrassment. "Thank you for visiting, Mr. Bingley."

"I'll walk you out, Bingley," Darcy responded, his expression firm.

Elizabeth watched, her brow lowered in bewilderment as her betrothed escorted Mr. Bingley out of the drawing room. What just happened? She shook her head in confusion at Mr. Bingley's uncharacteristic behavior. The only reason she could logically conclude was that he had detected the Colonel's interest in her sister and thought to establish his claim on her. Hopefully, Fitzwilliam would glean some information from his friend regarding the reason for his unusual behavior. She glanced at her sister to ascertain her mood. Judging by the vivid blush on her face, her poor sister was mortified.

"I apologize for my behavior, Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth," the Colonel said in a contrite voice.

Elizabeth waited for a moment to see if her sister would speak. When she didn't, she quickly responded, "Not at all, Colonel. I cannot imagine why Mr. Bingley said such a thing to you."

"Can you not?" The Colonel responded with a pointed look in her sister's direction.

Elizabeth smiled at her sister. She nudged Jane discreetly with her foot. Say something, Jane! she thought. Why was her sister so quiet? Perhaps being with both Mr. Bingley and the Colonel was too much.

Jane looked up at her sister's gentle nudge but was unable to meet the Colonel's gaze. Abruptly, she stood and with a hurried, "Forgive me, Colonel, Lizzy, but I am feeling unwell. If you'll excuse me."

Before Elizabeth could stop her, Jane rushed from the room. She stared after her sister in surprise and concern. She stood to follow, but then remembered their guest. Sitting back down, she turned to the Colonel. His expression was despondent as he gazed at the direction her sister had fled.

Elizabeth sighed. "I am afraid we Bennet girls do not react well when there are competing males vying for our attentions."

Colonel Fitzwilliam tore his gaze from the door to smile wryly. "No, I suppose not." He lowered his head, his expression dejected. "This is my fault. I should not have reacted in such a way. I knew what Bingley was about. I should have handled that better."

Elizabeth raised a brow and responded with a teasing smile, "Oh, I don't know about that, Colonel. You handled yourself very well, I thought. It was he who was at fault, baiting you as he did." She shook her head. "I hope that Fitzwilliam will be able to discover why Mr. Bingley was acting so oddly."

"You noticed as well?" The Colonel replied, his expression puzzled. "I don't think I have ever seen Bingley so out of sorts." He paused, huffing a laugh. "Except when dealing with his sisters."

Elizabeth laughed. "Poor Mr. Bingley, to have such a horrid sister. I cannot help but feel sorry for him."

"Don't be, Miss Elizabeth," he responded tersely. "Bingley has allowed his sisters to bully him for years. He needs to grow a backbone and stand up to them. He is the head of the family. It's time he started acting like it."

Elizabeth stared at the Colonel. She couldn't recall ever hearing him speak in such a derisive tone before. Before Elizabeth could respond, Fitzwilliam entered, a fearsome scowl marring his handsome face.

"Ah, there's the Darcy I know and love!" the Colonel quipped. "I must say I've missed that formidable face."

Darcy glowered at his cousin. "Not now, Richard. Please."

Elizabeth looked at Fitzwilliam with concern as he sat next to her. "Is Mr. Bingley well?"

Darcy sighed heavily, shaking his head. "I am not sure. He is obviously upset about something, but he would not say why. He asked me to meet him tomorrow at White's." He gave Elizabeth an apologetic look. "I told him I would meet him at noon. So I will miss seeing you at luncheon tomorrow at Darcy House-although I am sure that Georgiana will be ecstatic to have you all to herself."

Elizabeth smiled. She was looking forward to spending some more time with her future sister. Although she would miss seeing Fitzwilliam, perhaps it was for the best. He did have a way of monopolizing all her attention when he was present. "I understand, Fitzwilliam. Don't worry about us. I know that your sister is looking forward to showing me the rest of your home."

"Our home, Elizabeth," Darcy corrected with a warm smile as he took her hand to bestow a gentle kiss. "I had hoped to be there when you saw the mistress' chambers for the first time. I will try to hurry my meeting with Bingley so that I can be there."

A pointed clearing of a throat forestalled Elizabeth's response. She turned to the Colonel with a slight blush. She had forgotten they were not alone...again.

The Colonel only laughed as he stood. "Well, as much as I am enjoying your lovers' tête-à-tête, I believe I should take my leave." He turned to Elizabeth and bowed. He hesitated slightly before saying, "Please give my best to your sister, Miss Elizabeth. I hope to see her tomorrow to apologize for my behavior. It was not my intention to make her uncomfortable."

Elizabeth stood and smiled warmly at her future cousin. "I will, Colonel. And if I may say, I don't think your behavior caused my sister's distress." She had a fairly good idea what had caused her sister to leave so abruptly, and it was not due to the Colonel's behavior towards Mr. Bingley. She was eager to talk to her to determine if her assumptions were correct.

The Colonel left with a wink directed at his cousin. As soon as they were alone, Fitzwilliam wasted no time in gathering Elizabeth into his arms although his gaze was directed at the door where his cousin had just exited. "I'll have to thank my cousin for his timely departure. Although I really don't deserve it as I purposefully interrupted him and your sister."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Fitzwilliam, I believe there is better use for your mouth at this particular moment, don't you?"

Darcy's gaze shot to hers before bestowing a heart-stopping smile. He kissed her forehead gently before lowering his head to whisper in her ear, "Is that what you meant, my love?"

Elizabeth shivered as his breath caressed the side of her face. She closed her eyes and smiled, grateful for the return of his lighthearted mood. "Hmmm, very nice, but not exactly what I had in mind, Fitzwilliam."

With a smile, he pressed a soft kiss to her temple. "How about that?"

"Closer, but...no."

Darcy chuckled softly as he pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot below her ear, delighting in her soft gasp. "There?" he whispered softly.

"Mmmmmm...better," she answered, her voice decidedly unsteady.

Darcy raised his head to gaze at his beloved. Her face was slightly flushed, her eyes filled with longing and expectation. He cupped her beautiful face in his hands, his thumbs gently caressing her soft face. "You are so lovely, my Elizabeth," he whispered before pressing his lips to hers. He smiled against her mouth as she sighed in contentment, her small hands sliding up his chest to encircle his neck. As soon as her slender fingers buried in his hair, he surrendered with a groan, deepening their kiss.

With extreme reluctance and increasing difficulty, he broke their kiss, leaning his forehead to rest against hers as they both caught their breath. He lightly ran his hands down her back before placing them safely on her waist. Placing a soft kiss on her forehead, he led her back to the couch. He still needed to tell her about his meeting with her uncle.

Blushing, Elizabeth smiled happily at Fitzwilliam and said impertinently, "Now, that is what I meant, Fitzwilliam. I am pleased that you are such an intelligent man to have so quickly caught my meaning."

Darcy threw back his head and laughed in pure delight. Each day he was more in awe of Elizabeth's resilience and strong spirit. Despite what she had learned from Williamson today which he knew had distressed her, she was able to put it aside and be herself. She was a remarkable woman, and she was his. He truly was a blessed man. He smiled in contentment. Friday couldn't come soon enough.

A/N: Curse you Darcy! *shakes fist at the sky* The Colonel was so, so close! Three times the poor Colonel was thwarted, but I have to agree with Darcy-he deserved it. (to some extent) My true sympathy lies with poor Jane. You'll get some more insight into what she is thinking next chapter. And Bingley! What is up with him?

So, I have outlined the chapters leading up Jane/Elizabeth returning to Longbourn and there are...5 more chapters, possibly 6 (I did mention that I tend to be rather detailed in my writing).

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