I have known him ever since he was four years old

I have known him ever since he was four years old ~ Section IIBy Ariella

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Chapter TwelveDuring the next weeks we began to prepare for the winter in earnest. Wood had to be cut and coal had to be hauled for the fireplaces. The roof had to be checked for damage and the rooms had to be aired. The Master and Miss Georgiana were going to spend Christmas in Pemberley for the first time since their father passed away.Cook, James, Henry, Mary, Anne and I were also busy preparing the Darcy Christmas baskets. Anne, one day, jokingly referred to us as "Pemberley's six mice", after the Cinderella story, so we named ourselves "The Mice" and the basket preparation "Operation Mouse". Cinderella's six mice helped her get to the ball, we were helping our Master to make it a better Christmas for all his tenants. We were careful not to discuss the operation in front of other people, just in case, they thought we had a major mice problem. The baskets we prepared contained a jar of preserve, a bottle of cider, a game for the children and a doily. In Mrs. Darcy's baskets there had been a jar of preserves, a meat pie, a toy and a doily. Renewing the tradition after so many years presented an opportunity for the Master to change the contents of the basket according to his wishes.

The preserves were Cook's contribution. The choices were apple, pear or plum and we decided according to each family's harvest. The cider was from one of Henry's new ventures on the estate. He had started it four years ago with the help of the Lambton brewer. The cider was known as Pemlamb (Pemberley and Lambton). The wooden toys and games were carved by James and some of the younger men. Among the games they prepared were checkers, backgammon and there were even a couple of chess sets. Anne thought of ideas for toys and painted the toys and games. Mary was helping me in preparing the baskets and had started to crochet some doilies.

A couple of weeks later, at the beginning of November I received a letter from Georgiana.

2nd of November 1811 London.

Dear Reynie, Mrs. Annesley and I are having a wonderful time in London. As well as my regular studies, which I mostly enjoy, we walk out every day. Mrs. Annesley believes walking is very beneficial to one's health. If the Colonel is in Town we will also occasionally go to concerts, opera and even the Theatre.

Fitzwilliam may have been too distracted in his last letter and did not mention, that to you we are thinking of renewing Mother's tradition of sending baskets to the families on the estate. I do not know what was in Mother's baskets, but I am sure you remember. I know Mother loved crocheting, knitting and sewing and I am sure there was something she had made in each of the baskets. I am sending you some doilies I have crocheted for the baskets. Mrs. Annesley is helping me by giving me some ideas for patterns and colours. I hope to have made enough by Christmas. Will Anne or Mary be willing to help me by preparing some doilies in case I am missing a few?

I do not know yet when we will return to Pemberley, Fitzwilliam seems unclear on the date. Have you noticed the frequent mention of a Miss Elizabeth Bennet in his letters? She seems a very interesting young lady. I wonder if I shall ever meet her?

Yours affectionately, Georgiana.

I was amazed to see the pretty doilies Georgiana had sent. I always knew Georgie was artistic and was delighted to see how far she had advanced under Mrs. Annesley's tutelage. My gratitude towards Mrs. Annesley knew no bounds. With the doilies Miss Georgiana sent, we were able to proceed along faster that we thought.

Georgie's last questions aroused my interest. Why and what would the Master have written to Georgiana that she would suspect an interest on her brother's part. I wondered whether this was the mysterious Miss Bennet of whom there was no mention in the first letter and decided to wait and see for my self what his next letters will contain.

Two and a half weeks or so into his stay in Netherfield, I received another letter from the Master. It was an odd letter in the sense that it seemed as though the Master's thoughts were distracted. His letters were usually very structured. He would begin with a couple of sentences telling me of his doings. Then he would refer to the problems, ideas or thoughts I had mentioned in my previous letters. Then he would ask questions concerning Pemberly, the staff, ask for clarifications on certain issues, make suggestions etc.

This letter seemed different. It had all the right elements but it was lacking harmony. The Master kept jumping from one subject to the next, as though his thoughts were leading him astray.

7th November 1811 Netherfield

Dear Reynie, Please tell Cook I am happy to hear we will not starve this winter or the next. I understand William's happiness depends on me. Tell him I will try to oblige them and find the right mistress for Pemberley.

Last night we went to an assembly at Sir and Lady Lucas, the local aristocracy. He has six or seven children. The eldest, a Miss Charlotte, seems an intelligent, sensible, accomplished young lady. Her closest friend is Miss Elizabeth Bennet, Miss Jane Bennet's sister.

Charles is enthralled by Miss Jane Bennet. He can spend the whole evening talking to her and ignoring others. Miss Jane Bennet seems to accept his attentions calmly, without any noticeable preference. I hope he will not fall into the trap of proposing to her, as I suspect she may agree simply for mercenary reasons, and I would not like to see Charles hurt. Her mother is quite determined that they should marry, and the daughter does not, so it appears, have the will to resist her mother.

Tell James and Henry that they may have any assistance they require for the preparation of the baskets. You may use your housekeeping fund to pay for any extra expenses, I shall reimburse you at Christmas.

Miss Elizabeth played and sang at the assembly, she is not as proficient as Georgiana but it was a very pleasing performance. Every conversation I have had with Miss Elizabeth, so far, has turned into a duel and I must admit the tally is 3:1 in her favour. I hope to improve my standing in the next few weeks.

I have not yet decided when I shall be leaving Hertfordshire, I shall let you know as soon as possible.

Sincerely, Fitzwilliam Darcy.

Reading between the lines it would appear that the thought of marriage was no longer so abhorrent to the Master. I also understood Miss Georgiana's comment about "meeting Miss Elizabeth Bennet." The young lady seemed intelligent, sensible, accomplished and most importantly is unafraid of the Master, a unique combination.

Miss Elizabeth Bennet was arousing my curiosity, but I could not ask the Master any questions about her as I suspected he was, as yet, unaware of his interest in her. The mention of a young lady by the Master was so rare, that I began to wonder what charm Miss Elizabeth Bennet had cast that so enchanted my Master.

Chapter ThirteenThat year, winter in Derbyshire began on the 10th of November. The rains and winds exposed leaks in some of the homes, barns, stables on the estate and Henry was busy with the repairs. One of the Master's first orders, as Master of Pemberley, to Henry, was to ensure all the tenants and their stock were dry and warm during the winter. Henry was very particular about this directive, as he said to me "There is nothing a tenant appreciates more than being looked after during the winter. This small gesture shows the tenant his Master is thinking of him, all the year long and not just at harvest time."Henry's preoccupation with repairs somewhat slowed down "Operation Mouse". Not only was Henry busy but so were James, the young men that were helping him, Anne and Mary. As we had prepared over half the baskets, we decided to take a rest from the preparations for a few days until everyone was free again.

During that week there was another letter from the Master. The letter was almost back to form, except for repeated mentions of a young lady.

15th November 1811, Netherfield.

Dear Reynie, I am writing this letter in my room away from all distractions. I am pleased to hear that "Operation Mouse" is on schedule. We will probably be delivering the baskets a couple of days before Christmas. Do you think Anne and Emily could join us for the ride, they may help Georgie in her first meaningful encounter with the tenants.

Miss Jane and Elizabeth Bennet have been our guests, in Netherfield, for the last few days. Three days ago Miss Bingley issued an invitation to Miss Jane Bennet for dinner. We, Charles, Mr. Hurst and I had been invited to dine with the officers. It was a very rainy afternoon and Miss Bennet caught a very bad cold, she came on horseback, and was not well enough to return home. The following morning her condition deteriorated, and a note was sent over to her family informing them of her condition.

Barely three hours later we had an unexpected visitor, Miss Elizabeth. She had come to see and be with her sister. Miss Elizabeth had walked over, her petticoat was six inches in mud, her hair was windblown and she looked almost wild. I had never met anyone who cared less how she looked, though I must admit her eyes were brightened by the exercise. The thought that she may have had another motive went through my mind but it seems Miss Elizabeth is without pretensions. Her affection and care for her sister are genuine. I almost wish Georgiana had had a sister like that to help her last summer. She spent the whole morning nursing Miss Jane. When it was time for her to leave, Miss Jane expressed a wish that she should stay with her. Charles, being the generous person that he is, invited Miss Elizabeth to stay until Miss Jane recovered. Miss Elizabeth agreed and we've had the pleasure of her company for the last couple of days.

Yesterday morning, Mrs. Bennet came to see Miss Jane, accompanied by her three younger daughters. Mrs. Bennet is ill-bred, vulgar and meddling, at times I wonder whether Misses Jane and Elizabeth are really her daughters. After yesterday's visit I am determined to do my best to dissuade Charles from making an offer to Miss Jane. Her family connections are such that it would affect Charles's standing in society.

I hope I can convince him not to offer for Miss Jane. Every day he seems more and more in love. This evening was the first time Miss Jane had come down. After placing her far from the door and near the fire, we were all ignored. I have been observing Miss Jane and I have not seen her show any signs or symptoms of special regard towards Charles.

Her sister on the other hand is more open and it would appear, from observing her, that she welcomes the match. Miss Elizabeth is not mercenary, and I do not think Miss Jane is either, but while I can see Miss Elizabeth refusing her mother's injunctions I can not see Miss Jane doing so. Miss Elizabeth seems not to care I am worth 10,000. She either ignores me or duels with me. I do not think we've had one real conversation since we have met, and the tally in her favour is 7:3.

I am not sure yet what day we will be arriving home, Charles is planning to give a ball, and has asked me to delay my return till after the ball. My next letter will probably be from London.

Sincerely, Fitzwilliam Darcy.

The Master's fascination with Miss Elizabeth Bennet was inexplicable. This was a young lady with no wealth, rank or connections. There was a wide social gap between them, yet it seemed the Master was drawn to her. I began to hope he may propose to her, for inspite of her lack of connections, wealth and rank, she seemed right for him.

The idea of having a Mistress in Pemberley appealed to me. I began touring the rooms of the house, early in the morning, trying to see them through the eyes of a stranger. As I moved about the rooms I made notes of changes required such as change of curtain, cover for sofa.

About four mornings later as I was touring the rooms on the second floor, Harry, one of the footmen, came to me with a missive from the Master. I was surprised. I was expecting nothing from him for at least ten days. After reading the letter I understood why he sent it.

Netherfield 20th November 1811

Dear Reynie, Just a short note to tell you I have seen George Wickham. He has joined the militia based in Meryton, the village near Netherfield. I have instructed Jamie to keep quiet about it, thank goodness Georgiana is in London. I shall try and warn Miss Elizabeth of Wickham's unscrupulous nature, I just hope she believes me.

The Netherfield ball is due to be held on the 26th of November. I have promised Charles to stay until then. Charles has even extracted a promise from me that I shall dance at least once with somebody outside of my own party. I shall probably be leaving Netherfield shortly after the ball. I shall keep you informed.

Sincerely, Fitzwilliam Darcy.

The first thing I did after rereading the letter was to go the farm and tell John, he agreed that we shouldn't tell anyone and then voiced a thought that went through my mind too,

"He must think very highly of this young lady if he wishes to warn her about Wickham,"

"I believe he does, and if that is true she must be an exceptional one."

"I wonder whether there is a reason that he is staying for the ball, a most unusual occurrence. Maybe he is hoping to dance with a particular young lady."

"I most certainly hope so, this place needs some new and fresh blood to it."

"Oh Sarah, will you ever stop feeling like their mother?"

"No John I don't think I ever will."

"I know and I love you for it."

We spent a couple of hours together and I then returned to the house. When I entered Pemberley I stood in the hall and looked around. The house seemed lonely, sad. I tried to imagine little children running, doors opening and closing, sound of music but I felt as though the house was resisting me. I walked to my rooms feeling disheartened.

Posted on Tuesday, 13 November 2007Chapter 14By the time the repairs were complete it was one month before Christmas. We, all the participants of "Operation Mouse", had obligations and duties to fulfill before Christmas thus we decided that we would complete the baskets by the first week in December. We worked hard and by the third of December the baskets were ready for delivery.During those few weeks a couple of mishaps occurred, which after being resolved, made me wonder "What would a Mrs. Darcy have done." The first was an accident in the kitchen, in which Betsey, one of the kitchen maids, burnt herself when some hot water spilled on her. The second occurred in the stables, when a splinter entered one of the horses' hooves and the horse, wild with pain, kicked one of the stable boys, Daniel, in the hand fracturing it. We had to call Emily's father, the apothecary, to treat Betsey and Daniel, and I took it upon myself to change their dressings.

The thought of a Mrs. Darcy suddenly seemed possible, and I began to wonder how this young lady, Miss Elizabeth Bennet, would fit in as Mistress of Pemberley. I had a strange feeling we would all adore her.

A couple of days after "Operation Mouse" ended, I received a letter from the Master.

London. 2nd December 1811,

Dear Reynie, Georgiana and I will be arriving at Pemberley on the twenty second of December. We will begin delivery of the baskets the following day. We should be able to deliver all the baskets in two days. I hope Anne and Emily will accompany us.

The Netherfield ball was a success, according to those present. I myself found it crowded, overdone and frustrating. I danced with Miss Elizabeth Bennet and tried to warn her about Wickham, but I fear she will not heed my warning. It appears Miss Elizabeth Bennet is convinced that I am to blame for Wickham's misfortunes, and nothing will persuade her otherwise. I hope she learns the truth before the reputation any of the young ladies in Hertfordshire is tarnished.

Georgiana is doing well in her studies. You will hear how far she has advanced in her music, when we are at Pemberley. She is still at times despondent. Mrs Annesley, at those times, allows her some time alone. Maybe some day there will be someone she could talk to, a woman, who might understand her better than the Colonel and I. She will not mention Ramsgate in my presence, she thinks I was disappointed in her. She does not realize how mistaken she is, I am far more disappointed in myself than she will ever know. I hope being back at Pemberley will help her.

Sincerely, Fitzwilliam Darcy.

Reading the letter one sensed a feeling of disappointment. It seemed the Master did not enjoy the ball, though he danced with Miss Bennet. He was baffled that he had not succeeded in convincing Miss Bennet of Wickham's deceitful nature, but he hoped she was sensible enough to be wary of him. Yet in spite of his regret he still seemed to express a wish that Miss Georgiana could meet her.

The next day John came up to see me. I gave him the letter to read and after poring over it he said-

"I pity the young Master."

"Why John?"

"Well," Said John, "He has finally met someone he likes, and instead of showing her his true colours, he has presented her with his usual social facade, while Wickham is charming as usual. Very few people, meeting Wickham for the first time, do not fall into his trap, most think he is as amiable as he appears."

"But Miss Bennet seems a sensible, intelligent young lady, how can she not see through Wickham's pretensions?"

"My dear Sarah, you know as well as I do, how the young Master may appear, among society he does not approve of, they see him as proud and disdainful. Who knows what Miss Bennet really thinks of the Master, she may very well dislike him."

"Oh dear, if that is true and if what the Master wrote about Miss Bennet is true, we may never have a Mistress in Pemberley."

"What do you mean Sarah?"

"The Master mentioned that while Mrs. Bennet, Miss Elizabeth's mother is mercenary, Miss Elizabeth Bennet was not. Therefore if the Master proposes she will not accept him simply because he is one of the richest men in England. He is going to have to prove his worth in other ways to gain her hand. I pray that he realizes that before it is too late."

"Let us pray together my dear."

John stayed for tea, and after he left, I began to prepare lists of things to do before the Master and Miss Georgiana arrived home. By the time I looked up it was eleven o'clock. I made myself a piece of toast and a cup of tea and went to sleep. The last thought that went through my mind was "I hope the Master does not lose her."

Chapter FifteenDuring the next few days Cook and I discussed the menus and planned the meals for the coming holidays. With Tom, the gardener, to assist me, we began to decorate the house. The Master's and Miss Georgiana's rooms had to be aired and cleaned. Also Anne had prepared for each family a Christmas greeting, which I put on the Master's desk for him to sign. In short I readied the house for the return of the Master and Miss Georgiana.A week before they were due to arrive it started snowing, not too heavily. I prayed that the Master would take into consideration the possibility of inclement weather and leave London a couple of days earlier than planned, as otherwise they may find themselves stranded along the way. While I was looking forward to their return I was also worried about the Master. Miss Georgiana had sent me a short note about a week after her brother's return to London.

London. 9th December 1811,

Dear Reynie, I am looking forward to coming home. I have been telling Mrs. Annesley how beautiful Derbyshire and Pemberley are in the winter.

I am a bit worried about Fitzwilliam. Since his return from his stay with Charles, he has been irascible, morose, and distracted. I have tried to talk to him but he says that there is nothing the matter with him. He goes out almost every evening but I do not think he enjoys himself. Maybe he is missing someone, or he is cross with himself. You will see him shortly and will be able to judge for yourself.

I have written to Anne and Emily inviting them to sleep at Pemberley on the night of the twenty fourth of December, that way we can have an early start in the morning and finish delivering all the baskets before lunch.

I am sending the last doilies. I think that completes my part of "Operation Mouse". I hope there are enough doilies for everyone.

Affectionately, Georgiana.

Georgiana's comment about her brother seemed to confirm my suspicion that his feelings for Miss Bennet were unsettled. As it was the first time, as far as we knew, that the Master had shown an interest in a woman, it was not surprising to find him in such a mood. What was unusual was his behaviour. The Master rarely went out more than one or two evenings a week when he was in London. He disliked the gossip, matchmaking and small talk that was prevalent in society. He had never been short with Georgiana, no matter what she had done. It was quite unlike the Master. I realized that I would have to wait until they arrived to form my own impression of the Master's attitude and till then there was nothing I could do.

We were very grateful of Georgiana's extra doilies, as we were then able to put in each basket two doilies not one. Anne and Emily had already told me of Georgiana's invitation to spend the night with her, and they were looking forward to it very much. Each one had prepared her a Christmas gift, and they planned to give it to her that night. Anne had drawn a painting of the lake at Pemberley and Emily had knitted a scarf and gloves. I too had knitted my darling a present, a blanket for her bed.

John and I had decided that we wanted to give the Master a Christmas gift as a way of thanking him for his kind generosity to Anne over the past year. We spent many evenings together trying to find a suitable present until one evening, a month before Christmas, John said

"This is absurd. There are three choices, either I make the Master something, or else you knit or crochet something or we do it together."

"Well, can you think of something we may do together?"

"Yes I can. Why don't I carve a love seat for the Conservatory and you will crochet the pillows and cover for it?"

"But John, you know the Master has not entered the Conservatory since his father passed away?"

"Yes I know, but as you know, the Master enjoys spending time outside. During the winter months that can be difficult, so he may find himself going there after all, and the seat will be waiting for him."

"Well, there are no comfortable seats in the Conservatory but..."

"No buts Sarah you'll see, he will thank us for it."

I was somewhat sceptical but I didn't have a better idea so I agreed to assist John. While John carved out one of the most beautiful love seats, I crocheted the pillows and cover. When it was ready we placed it in the Conservatory, in one of the secluded areas, and waited to see the Master and Miss Georgiana's reactions.

Chapter SixteenPemberley was waiting on the twenty second of December for the return its Master and Miss Georgiana. It had snowed during the night and as the morning wore on I became quite anxious. Usually the Master and Miss Georgiana stayed at an inn that was, approximately, fifteen miles away thus they would arrive early at Pemberley. But it was now well past the hour of their arrival and there was no sign of them. Finally at around one o'clock they were sighted.I ran to the kitchen to ensure there was hot water for a wash and something hot to drink and then I went to greet them at the front door. It was a very warm welcome. I had not seen the Master and Miss Georgiana for three months and in those few months they had changed.

Miss Georgiana had blossomed into a young genteel lady, her smile had returned and she had grown about two inches since I last saw her. The Master had lost weight, not much, but it was discernible to my eyes, he seemed sad and somewhat distracted. I put it down to the travelling, they had been on the road for almost a week, because of the weather. Yet I decided to keep an eye on the Master anyway.

Mrs. Annesley hadn't changed and after greeting her warmly I ordered Jenny, one of the maids, to escort Mrs. Annesley to her room and see to her needs. I then sent the vicar a note saying she had arrived safely. Mrs. Annesley was spending the holidays with her sons at her brother's, the vicar, and he asked me to inform him of her arrival.

The Master and Miss Georgiana went up to their rooms to wash and change their clothes. Jamie and Sally had arrived a couple of hours earlier and were waiting for them. About an hour after their arrival there was a knock on my room, it was Harry, with a request from the Master and Miss Georgiana, for me to join them at four in Miss Georgiana's rooms for tea, I accepted.

Tea was a quiet affair, it was obvious they were both very tired, but they wished to know about the Darcy Christmas baskets, news of the household and any other information I thought pertinent. I did not stay long and as I left I informed them that Henry will be over early the next morning with Anne, Emily and the baskets. I also told the Master about Anne's Christmas greetings and asked if he would sign them. The Master's response was that he was planning to go over some papers in his study, before he retired, and that he would look over them and sign them.

It was a merry party that left the following morning with the Darcy Christmas baskets. Cook sent with them something to eat and drink and they came back just before darkness fell. The girls ran off to wash and change, as did the Master, and they met again for dinner. The merriment continued during the meal though I noticed the Master was somewhat withdrawn. At the end of the meal the girls, Georgiana, Anne and Emily, excused themselves and ran off to Georgie's room. The Master called for me and asked me to join him for tea in his study.

"Reynie I wanted to thank you for "Operation Mouse". The baskets were beautifully arranged and all the families, so far, were happy to see the revival of this tradition."

"It was our pleasure Sir. If I may ask how many families received their basket?"

"I think we only have about ten families left, so we should be back for lunch tomorrow."

"Very well Sir, I shall inform Cook."

"Reynie, Do you think you could arrange for everybody who was involved in "Operation Mouse" to join us for lunch tomorrow, and would you also ask William to join us?"

"Well, I think the only person who may resist is Cook. As to the others I'll send out the invitations right away."

"There is no need to write to Henry, I've invited him already. Why should Cook resist? Please tell her Georgie and I would be honoured if she joined us."

"I shall tell her so, but don't expect any Christmas miracles."

"Thank you Reynie."

As I returned to my room I wondered at the Master's request, a most unusual one, but as they were in Pemberley for Christmas for the first time in almost six years, I assumed he did not want to eat his first proper meal in Pemberley alone, just he and Georgiana.

That evening I sent out the note to the farm and the next morning went to speak to Cook. Cook's first reaction when she heard of the Master's request is best left unsaid. After she calmed down she asked me to tell the Master that under no circumstances will she join us for lunch. I tried to persuade her but she would not change her mind. I left her still horrified at the idea of joining the Master for a meal.

I returned to my room and while I was going over some house bills there was a knock on the door, it was Sally. She asked if she could come in and interrupt me for a few minutes, I said that interruptions were always welcome.

"How are your studies coming along dear?" I asked.

"Mrs. Annesley has been so helpful. Her son has sent me some more books and has told his mother that I may write to him and ask him about anything I do not understand."

"Well, if you haven't written to him yet, we may be able to arrange a meeting between you over the holidays."

"What do you mean Reynie?"

"Didn't Mrs. Annesley tell you? She and her two sons are spending Christmas and New Year with the vicar."

Sally blushed and said "No she didn't say a thing, though she did tell me to make a list of books that I wanted. Unfortunately as Miss Georgiana has lately been rather troubled about the Master, I have neglected my studies a bit. I shall try to catch up during our stay in Pemberley."

"Yes, I know Georgiana has been worried about the Master, she wrote to me. Well, they are both in Pemberley now and we can keep an eye on them."

"Yes, it will be good to be able to share with someone."

"Oh dear they are back from their ride, I'd better go and see about lunch."

"And I'd better go and look after Miss Georgiana. I'll see you later Reynie."

As I went to check on the lunch arrangements and to see if Henry, John, James, Mary and William had arrived, I thought over what Sally had said and decided to keep a closer eye on the Master. John and the others were in the library, I arranged for some drinks to be sent to them and I made my way to the dining room to wait for the Master, Miss Georgiana, Anne and Emily.

Chapter SeventeenLunch was a festive affair. Cook had prepared everyone's favourite dishes, Georgie decided we each had to tell an amusing story, and when the meal was over the girls performed, Georgiana on the piano, Anne on the harp and Emily on the violin. By the time the concert was over it was almost five o'clock, and it was time for the last preparations before Christmas. We wished each other a Merry Christmas and dispersed. William took Emily home. Anne went back to the farm with James, Mary and Henry. John stayed with me, as we had arranged I would join the others for Midnight Mass, and he did not want me to ride by myself to church.I went about my housekeeping duties while John went to the library, to seek out a book. He then returned to my room and read there. When I got back at around eight o'clock I found him staring into the fireplace.

"Is there something the matter John?"

"No. I was just wondering, who was the only person at lunch who did not have an amusing tale to tell?"

"The Master."

"And did you notice anything else about him?"

"You mean other than he hardly ate a thing, wasn't really listening and seemed distracted?"

"Yes, other than that."

"No, I didn't notice anything else. That was enough for me. What did you notice?"

"Did you notice the name of the girl Anne and Georgie were talking about?"

"No, I was talking to Mary at the time and did not hear the name."

"Her name was Miss Elizabeth Garvey. Each time the name Elizabeth was mentioned, a flicker of emotion was seen on the Master's face, he would falter, hesitate for just a second and then continued with whatever he was doing."

"If you are right, it is obvious that the Master's feelings towards Miss Elizabeth Bennet are stronger than he is prepared to acknowledge. We shall have to wait and see what the future will bring."

Towards midnight we set off to church, the service was uplifting and was a good omen for the whole of Christmas. The following two weeks were filled with music, singing, laughing, skating, walking and eating. By the time the holidays were behind us, it looked as though the Master had slightly recovered. He smiled more readily, we occasionally heard him laugh, he put on some weight but he was still distracted and spent many hours by himself. Sometimes I would find him outside his Mother's study, the Master Bedroom and even the Nursery as though he could see a ghost that no one else could see. I never asked him what he saw and tried to make myself scarce on those occasions.

At one of our weekly meetings towards the end of January, after we had gone over the household expenditures, the Master said to me

"Reynie, I noticed there was a love seat in the Conservatory, there is no bill for it, where does it come from?"

"It is a Christmas gift to you from John and me, Sir."

"For me? Why?"

"For all the generosity you have shown Anne this year. Without your assistance she would never have gone to school."

"Reynie, you know it was my pleasure, and I do not expect anything in return."

"I know Sir, but this year has been difficult for you and Miss Georgiana and this is our way of letting you know we care for you both."

"But why a love seat?"

"Everybody needs someone to love, to care for. At present you have Georgiana and Georgiana has you, but hopefully in the future there will be others to share that love."

"Every day I am convinced more and more I shall never marry. Most mothers and young girls see my 10,000 and nothing else. Those that may see beyond that have been poisoned by a deceitful tongue."

"I am sure that those who may see beyond your 10,000 are too sensible to be taken in by such a tongue."

"I hope you are right Reynie, I pray that you are."

Leaving the Master in such a mood made me understand what a turmoil his mind must be in. Here is a sensible young lady, who is capable of seeing beyond the Master's facade yet she has been taken in by his adversary, simply because of his pleasant veneer. The young lady, it is true, has no connections, rank or wealth, but with the Master having so much I could not see how that would be a problem. I did not realize how mistaken I was till much later.

A few weeks before Easter the Master and Miss Georgiana returned to Town. Miss Georgiana returned to her studies, the Master to finish some business, to meet the Colonel and prepare for his annual trip to Kent, to Rosings. I was quite worried as I saw them leave. The Master was not yet himself, though there was a slight improvement. I hoped that the trip to Rosings would help him, not Lady Catherine's company but rather the Colonel's. They had always been close and if anyone could ease his mind it would be the Colonel.

Chapter EighteenAfter the departure of the Master and Miss Georgiana to Town we began to prepare for Easter at Pemberley. Though the owners were away for Easter, there was the traditional Easter Egg Hunt for the children and a feast for all the tenants planned for Easter Sunday. This was a tradition which dated to the Master's great grandfather's time and took place irrespective of the Master's presence. This took up a great deal of my time.Cook and I had to decide on the menu for the meal, the marquee for the feast had to be ordered, rewards had to be bought or made... William, Anne, Emily and Henry were in charge of the Egg Hunt. In short I was kept so busy I hardly had time to worry about the Master.

The Master and the Colonel arrived in Kent on the twenty third of March and I received a short note, dated from that day, from the Master, saying they had arrived safely, that Lady Catherine and Miss Anne were well. The note also mentioned that Mr. Collins, Lady Catherine's clergyman, had married Miss Charlotte Lucas from Hertfordshire. I began to chuckle and when John asked what was funny I told him "Collins is married."

John burst out laughing "And who is the poor creature he has imposed himself upon?" he asked.

"Miss Charlotte Lucas from Hertfordshire," I said.

"Now that is interesting," said John. I agreed with John on both accounts.

Our single encounter with Mr. Collins had occurred about a year ago. We had taken a short vacation in Kent and during our stay met Mr. Collins. He had just been installed in Hunsford as clergyman, and was telling everybody he met of his good fortune. We had mentioned to the inn keeper we were from Derbyshire. Mr. Collins happened to overhear the conversation and came up to us to inquire if we had heard of Pemberley. We said we had, but we did not mention we worked there.

He then went into a long ramble about his great patroness, Lady Catherine De Bourgh, her daughter Anne and her ever so great nephew, Mr. Darcy of Pemberley. When we asked him if he had ever met the nephew, he confessed he had not, but as Lady Catherine spoke of him so often he felt he knew him well. We could barely keep our faces straight, after about half an hour the inn keeper took pity on us and said to Mr. Collins-

"Mr. Collins, do you not think it is time to go on your morning calls. Lady Catherine will be disappointed to hear you did not go today?"

"Oh you are quite right sir, what will Lady Catherine say if she hears I have been remiss in my duties, I must go and apologise..."

By the time he had left an hour had passed, and John and I burst out laughing. We then thanked the inn keeper who advised us to try and avoid Mr. Collins for the rest of our stay, as we will only hear more of the same. We took up his advice and spend the rest of our trip Collinsfree, other guests were not so fortunate.

The name Charlotte Lucas rang a bell and I remembered that she was a good friend of Miss Elizabeth Bennet's. I also remembered the Master had written that she was "sensible, intelligent and accomplished" and wondered why such a woman would marry Mr. Collins. I suspect the same thought went through John's mind. I also wondered if the Master would broach the subject of Miss Elizabet Bennet with Mrs. Collins but considered it unlikely.

The Egg Hunt and the feast after it were a great success, as usual. We had people from all Derbyshire come for the Egg Hunt, though the meal was only for the tenants. We did though supply the others with drinks and cakes. All the participants in the Egg Hunt received a reward at the end of the Hunt, while Daniel, the stable boy, who won the hunt, also received a guinea.

After Easter Sunday everything began to settle down and Pemberley became once again a quiet house. Cook took a few days vacation. Henry went to visit a friend (and his sister) in Cambridge. William, Anne and Emily went to London for a couple of weeks, they were going to stay with Mrs. Watkins, the housekeeper in London. Mrs. Watkins was Mary's sister, and she loved having the young people over. They would go to the Museums, concerts and parks. This was the second year they had gone to London alone, and I made Anne promise she would write at least twice a week. When Mrs. Annesley would allow, Georgiana would accompany them.

Chapter NineteenAs things quietened down I began to worry once again about the Master and reflected on the possibility that such a great man would never marry. A couple of days after Easter Sunday I received the following letter from the Master-Rosings 30th March 1812

Dear Reynie, The Colonel and I are settled in Rosings. Lady Catherine has not changed. Anne seems to be unwell again (maybe I should ask Dr. Meredith to come by and examine her, if Aunt Catherine agrees.) We will probably be here till the end of the week and then go back to London.

Do you remember I told you that Mr. Collins had married Miss Charlotte Lucas from Hertfordshire. It would appear that I had met her during my stay in Netherfield. Her best companion was (Elizabeth) Miss Elizabeth Bennet and she is now visiting Mrs. Collins.

My Aunt, as you well know loves company, so last night she invited the Collinses and their guests (Elizabeth) Miss Elizabeth Bennet and Miss Maria Lucas, Mrs. Collins younger sister, for dinner. Listening to Miss Elizabeth's answers to my Aunt's questions made me wish Georgiana was sitting by me to hear her. I had never seen anyone speak to my Aunt in that manner, with civility and without awe on one hand and with confidence and sensibility on the other hand.

I understand that Michael (the butler) has gone home for a few months as his mother is failing and as the eldest son he is the guardian of his younger siblings. Please assure him that his position will be kept for him unless he tells us otherwise. In the meantime could you ask John if he would be prepared to step into Michael's position for the next few months until we know where we stand?

How was the Egg Hunt? Did young Tim Knight win again? Thank you Reynie for everything .

Sincerely, Fitzwilliam Darcy.

The letter surprised me for a number of reasons. I knew that the Master and the Colonel had planned to leave Rosings on the second of April, and any postponement was quite unusual. I had never seen the Master write out the Christian name of a young lady except for Georgiana and his cousin Anne. His praise of Miss Bennet was surprising, considering the unsettled feelings expressed but a few months previously. And once again there was that wish of Miss Elizabeth Bennet becoming acquainted with Georgiana.

I showed John the letter, he read it carefully and then said "I think the Master is unaware of how far gone he is."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I remember after the first dinner at your home, I walked back to the house unaware that it was raining (Cook got a fright when she saw me, and sent me upstairs to change, even sending some hot water). I later sat in my room and on a piece of paper I began to doodle. After a while I noticed I had written out the name Sarah Reynolds over and over again, I even began to imagine I could see you in the room putting things away. I suspect that is similar to what the master was experiencing during Christmas. He kept imagining her in Pemberley and now seeing her again has made him realize just how much he and Pemberley need her. I wonder what he will do?"

"I guess we will have to wait and pray. If she is indeed as the Master describes her, she will do us very well."

"I think she is more than what he says, he just doesn't realize it yet."

"Well I hope so. How shall I respond about the job offer?"

"Ever practical. Yes Sarah, I will fill in for Michael for the next few months, on condition that one of the stable boys, preferably Thomas, helps James on the farm instead of me."

"I think that can be arranged."

My response to the Master went out in the next post. While I was waiting to hear from the Master I received a letter from the Colonel. It was not unusual for me to receive a letter from him, he and I corresponded occasionally, but usually it concerned Miss Georgian. This letter though was about the Master. The Colonel's letters were always short and to the point, almost military missives.

Rosings 4th April 1812

Dear Reynie, Return postponed due to unexpected pleasure from young lady. Fitz quite enamoured though he denies it. Unfortunately for him the young lady does not think well of him. He should watch his step. He refuses to listen to me. I am keeping you informed in case his behaviour becomes unpredictable. Regards to John, tell him to save me a bottle.

Sincerely, Richard.

I showed the letter to John and he said "I accept the Colonel's assessment of Miss Bennet's feelings. We'll have to wait and see what the future brings."

I returned to my room wondering about Miss Elizabeth Bennet. She was not mercenary of that I was sure. How she could not admire the Master was beyond me, a young man who was upstanding, sensible, generous, kind and rich. I believed Miss Elizabeth Bennet to be true, pure and lovely, just what Pemberley needed. The possibility that she would reject his proposal did not cross my mind. Though I knew she lacked fortune and connections I could not see how a "sensible, intelligent young woman" could turn down being the Mistress of Pemberley, no matter how much she disliked the Master.

About a week later I received another letter from the Master, once again postponing their removal from Rosings. There were once again many references to Miss Elizabeth Bennet, this time though he did not bother to erase Miss Bennet's name.

Rosings 7th of April 1812

Dear Reynie, As you can see we are still at Rosings. We are leaving at the end of the week, the Colonel must return to the Army by the 14th of April. I am happy to hear John will take on Michael's duties for the next few months, and of course Thomas may help out in the farm. Please pass on my appreciation to John, I know how hard it is for him to leave the farm.

Our stay here has been pleasanter than usual, due to the bewitching company of Miss Elizabeth. I have taken to walking the grounds of Rosings every day and I often encounter Elizabeth as she wanders through the Park. Her conversation is always lively and the fine weather we've had, has put colour in her cheeks. I wish Aunt Catherine would allow Anne out for a few minutes every day, it would, I am sure, improve her constitution. Elizabeth can walk for hours and her observations are remarkable.

Miss Elizabeth's general knowledge is unusual. When I enquired from whence she has acquired it, Elizabeth said her father was to blame, yet she said it with a smile. I asked what she meant her answer was "I was the only one prepared to listen so he told me everything." Her father must be quite singular treating her as he would a boy, but I can understand him. Elizabeth's mind is exceptional.

I shall not write again from Rosings, unless something of import occurs. I expect the next time I write will be from London. Thank you Reynie for everything.

Sincerely, Fitzwilliam Darcy.

After receiving this letter I hoped the next one would announce an engagement. I then took myself off to the Master Bedroom and started ticking off mentally what had to be done. I decided to wait and see what happens in the next couple of days before I requested the staff to ready the bedroom. The next few days were rather frantic. One of the kitchen maids sprained her ankle as she slipped on the wet floor. She was holding some plates at the time so a number of the staff were injured- minor cuts and such, but it meant there was a shortage of staff for a few days and by the time things had settled down, I had forgotten about my plans for the Master Bedroom.

Posted on Tuesday, 20 November 2007Chapter TwentyI knew the Master had arrived safely in London as William, Anne and Emily had left London the day after his arrival. It was the end of April before I realized I had not heard from the Master for two weeks. I approached Henry who'd said he had heard nothing either, though he had written to him a couple of times about estate business.It was very unlike the Master therefore I was surprised to see the letter that was awaiting me in my room. The letter was from Mrs. Watkins, the housekeeper in the London house. We corresponded occasionally but always immediately before or after a move from Pemberley to Town or vice versa.

London, 25th April 1812

Dear Sarah, I thought I should let you know that the Master has returned to London. In his present mood I assume he has forgotten to write to you.

He arrived from Rosings on the 11th of April and he has ensconced himself in his study ever since. He will eat little, drink quite a bit, does not sleep and will not look at his correspondence. He is short with Miss Georgiana and will accept no visitors, not even Mr. Bingley. The only person who enters the house is the Colonel, and he will sit with Miss Georgiana as the Master refuses to see him.

Mr. Watkins has seen him pacing the floor late at night and he is forever mumbling to himself "gentleman like manner...arrogance... conceit... selfish disdain...last man in the world..." I do not know what these words mean but I fear for his sanity. If you have any ideas please let me know. I know Miss Georgiana is also worried and you will no doubt hear from her too.

Sincerely, Martha.

I stared at the letter for a full ten minutes. I have never heard or seen the Master behave in such a manner. Even after the death of his father or the "Ramsgate Affair" he never shunned the company of his sister or cousin. He has never, as far as I knew, taken to drinking and the words he was reportedly saying meant nothing to me. I could not imagine what could have occurred to discompose the Master so. I decided to show John the letter the next day, but before I could show it to John, I received another letter, this time from Georgiana.

London, 26th April 1812.

Dear Reynie, Something is dreadfully wrong with Fitzwilliam. Ever since he has returned from Rosings he has concealed himself in his study. He will occasionally emerge and share a meal with me, yet he barely eats, mostly has a glass of wine in his hand and does not hear a word I say. If I dare say it, he seems engrossed in a world of his own that no one can penetrate, not even the Colonel.

The Colonel has hinted that Fitzwilliam may have been disappointed in love, but I find that hard to believe. What kind of lady would reject Fitzwilliam Darcy, Master of Pemberley. Unless Aunt Catherine has forced his hand and he is engaged to Anne after all.

Fitzwilliam refuses to talk of his stay at Rosings. He dismisses any ideas that involve going out. At night I hear him pacing the floor mumbling to himself. He will see neither Charles Bingley or the Colonel who come calling almost every day.

Can you think of any reason why he should behave so? Please help me.

Affectionately, Georgiana.

By now I was very baffled "a world of his own", "disappointed in love" all these did not sound like the Master I knew. I decided to look for John in the wine cellar. As I was walking down the stairs I met John coming up to meet me, he too was holding a letter in his hand.

"Who has written to you?" I asked.

"This is a letter from Jamie, asking me for some advice."

"Jamie? I didn't know you corresponded with him."

"We've exchanged a few letters over the years."

"What does Jamie have to say?"

"Why don't you read his letter?"

"I will but only if you will read mine."

We made our way to my room, where I made us some tea and we settled down to read the letters. Jamie's letter was somewhat more informative-

London 26th April 1812

Dear Sir, I would be much obliged if you could advice me how to act. My Master has not been himself for the past two weeks or so. He has not slept in his bed, he will eat very little, he will drink more than he should, he will shave once every two or three days and worst of all he is ignoring Miss Georgiana.

Though I know it would appear that the Master's conduct began upon his arrival in London, I can certify that this odd behaviour began on the Thursday before we left Rosings. On that Thursday afternoon, Lady Catherine was expecting visitors, Mr. Collins, Mrs. Collins, Miss Elizabeth Bennet and Miss Maria Lucas. The Master dressed carefully that evening, as though he wished to impress someone.

Some ten minutes after he went down, he came up again, requested his coat and hat and slipped out. He was back within the hour, ordered me out of the room, and I did not see him again until Friday lunchtime. By that time he was restless, short and annoyed. On our way to London I shared the carriage with the Colonel's valet. He mentioned that Miss Bennet, had not come to Rosings on the Thursday night, as she was unwell, and there were rumours among the servants that the Master was spotted going towards the Rectory that Thursday evening.

I have been with the Master for over ten years and I have never seen him behave in such a way. Please advise.

Your Servant, Jamie.

Jamie's letter seemed to fill in the blanks but it was still incomprehensible to me. I could not accept the solution that presented itself to me. I thought over all the information we had received and I could reach only one conclusion

"She rejected him."

John looked at me "Who rejected whom?" he said.

"Miss Elizabeth Bennet refused the Master's proposal."

"Why would she do that? I thought she was 'sensible and intelligent', you said so yourself."

"But she is obviously also very honest and honourable."

"What do you mean by that, Sarah?"

"Well, I don't know how and what he said to her, but it would seem she does not think highly of our Master- 'arrogance, conceit, selfish disdain' , must have been some of the words she used in her refusal. She is also honourable enough not to accept him just because he is the Master of Pemberley. It would seem she demands he be a 'gentleman' first."

"I see what you mean. So what do we advise the others?"

"Well, it's best if we say as little as possible about our suspicions. We should counsel them to keep a close eye on the Master and show him all the support he needs. He will rally again, he has to, he is Master of Pemberley."

"Then why don't we write to them all now, that way they will all receive the same advice at the same time."

John and I then wrote out our answers and they went out the following day. I hoped we were not mistaken in our advice, and hoped that the Master will soon be himself again. Being so far away there was nothing we could do except hope and pray.

Chapter Twenty-OneWhile I was waiting to hear from London I realized that Anne was restless. William had gone back to the farm, Emily was helping her father on his rounds and my Anne was discontented. A couple of days after sending the letters to London I decided to go down to the farm to speak to her. When I reached the farm I found her sitting on the fence staring into space."Good morning love, how are you?"

"I am fine Mother. To what do we owe this pleasure?"

"I wished to have sometime with my daughter, if she agrees."

Anne ran to tell Mary that she was out walking with me and we slowly made our way towards the lake.

"What is troubling you Anne. You seem quite restless since your return from London."

"Oh Mother, I want to do something, but I don't know what."

"Have you any ideas you would like to share with me?"

"About a dozen, but I shall mention only two. I've been thinking of seeking a job as a governess or companion or what I'd like to do more than anything else is travel."

"Where would you like to go?"

"Anywhere, I want to see the world. I want to know how other people live, eat, talk..."

"If these are two of the options, I would not like to hear what the others are- acting on the stage, working in a circus, climbing mountains..."

Anne began to laugh and said, "Believe me, the other options are much tamer than the ones I mentioned."

"Anne, will you let me talk to your father about it and see what we may come up. Your father may have an idea or two. They may take sometime to mature, so what will you do in the meantime?"

"Mary told me the vicar's housekeeper is unwell and is to leave shortly to her daughter at Cornwall. Maybe I'll ask Mary to apply to the vicar and ask if I could fill in until a replacement could be found."

"Are you sure that is what you want to do?"

"It will keep me busy until we find something suitable, and there is always something interesting happening at the vicarage."

"Very well then, apply to the vicar, I am sure he'll be very happy to have you. You always were one of his favourites."

"Thank you, Mother for being so understanding. I shall wait impatiently for your suggestions."

We continued our walk talking of books, events on the farm, at Pemberley, on the estate. Anne was very knowledgeable about the estate. She often accompanied Henry on estate business. All the families knew her and most importantly they all trusted her judgment, if there was a conflict between tenants or families they would ask Anne to act as mediator, and always accepted her decisions.

That evening I related to John my conversation with Anne. John listened quietly, thought for a few minutes, and then said

"I can think of two possible solutions to Anne's predicament, but we would need the Master's assistance in both options."

"What were you thinking of?"

"One solution is to approach the Master and seek his help, in requesting his Aunt to inquire about a position for Anne, as companion or governess. The second option, which I fear Anne would prefer is to write to my sister, Margaret, in Boston."

"Do you think Meg would agree to host Anne?"

"I don't know. I shall have to write to her. It will take about three- four months until we have an answer. Is Anne willing to wait that long?"

"I think so. We'll ask her when we are next at the farm."

John's sister, Meg, was older than him. She had gone to America when Anne was about four. Her husband had been enthralled by the new country across the ocean, and believed the possibilities for advancement there, in any profession was great. He tried to persuade us to come with them, but I had just become Georgie's Nurse and I refused. They went with their three children, two boys and a girl, and as he had foreseen they had indeed prospered. John and Meg have been corresponding for many years and Meg has often issued an invitation to come and see them, she has even offered to buy the passage tickets.

The following Sunday when we went down to the farm. We spoke to Anne and then sat down and talked with James, Mary, William and Henry. Mary told us she had spoken to the vicar and he was looking forward to Anne's arrival. He knew it would probably only be for a few months, but he was delighted he did not have to let a stranger into his home. We decided we would speak to the Master upon his return to Pemberley and in the meanwhile John would send a letter to his sister.

Anne was relieved that we had not ignored her discontentment. She sent a note to the vicar asking him when she could begin her duties as housekeeper. The response came back almost immediately "As soon as possible." It was agreed that Anne would begin on Tuesday, and as John and I left the farm Anne was going up to her room to pack.

"Why did you not suggest writing to the Master?" John said.

"I think he has enough to deal with at the moment. If I think he is ready to hear about Anne's plans before his return I shall write to him."

"You know best, Sarah."

I most certainly hoped I did. It was now almost a month since the Master arrived in London and I still hadn't heard a word from him. I was becoming very worried.

Chapter Twenty-TwoA week after Anne moved into the vicarage, John and I each received a letter, mine was from Georgiana and John's was from Jamie. We were a bit apprehensive and decided that we will meet in the evening in my room and share the letters. I walked about my duties during the day with the letter weighing me down, and I think both John and I were relieved at the end of the day that we could finally read our letters.London 16th May 1812.

Dear Reynie, I was afraid to write earlier, in case the change I detected in Fitzwilliam was fleeting. Now that it seems a permanent thing I feel safer in saying that it appears the worst is over. I do not know the full details of what happened, and I probably never shall. It is enough for me that my brother has returned to me.

Fitzwilliam is not as he was a couple of months ago. He is softer, gentler, more open, more compliant, willing to overlook people's eccentricities, in short he is a changed man. The change began about four days ago, after he had been out of the house for almost twenty four hours.

Early Sunday afternoon Fitzwilliam came out of his study and told me he was going out. When I asked 'where to', he told me 'he had a meeting with destiny' and left the house. I was frightened and called for Jamie. I told him what Fitzwilliam had said. Jamie immediately went to seek Mr. Watkins and sent Sally to be with me. Sally, Mrs. Watkins and I sat in the drawing room holding hands and praying. About three hours later Mr. Watkins came in and told us, that so far the Master was safe, and that he and Jamie, with the aid of the Colonel, had arranged to have someone watch him, to see he does nothing reckless.

Mrs. Watkins arranged some supper but we could not eat a thing. Fitzwilliam was still not back by midnight, and though we had been receiving messages all was well from the Colonel every hour, I was still very worried. Eventually Sally managed to persuade me to go to bed, and towards the early hours of the morning I fell asleep. By the time I awoke, Fitzwilliam was home.

He joined me for tea that day and apologized for his 'disgraceful behaviour' for the last three weeks. When I asked what had happened he said 'I promise I'll tell you some day but not today'. I accepted his apology and after supper we both had an early night.

The next day I began to notice his altered conduct. He spoke to all the servants who crossed his path, asking after their well being. He asked Sally what she was studying and offered her the use of the library during the morning hours, while I am at my studies. He heard that Mrs. Watkins grandson was ill and sent Dr. Meredith to examine him. These are just a few examples Fitzwilliam's recent behaviour, and it would seem to be a permanent change. Every day there is something new to observe in him.

I do not know what or who caused this transformation in Fitzwilliam. I am sure that he will be a better man for it, and I am grateful he is safe and sound with me. I am sure you will shortly hear from him yourself.

Affectionately, Georgiana.

I was so relieved all was well that I began to cry. John came over and held me until I calmed down. He then handed me Jamie's letter saying, "I hope the young lady will one day learn to appreciate him as he deserves."

London, 16th May 1812.

Dear Sir, As you have probably heard the Master appears to have recovered from whatever was ailing him. He has changed in subtle ways. Those who know him well will see the differences.

You will have heard that one evening about a week ago the Master disappeared. Miss Georgiana was very worried about it. While I set out to follow the Master, I asked Mr. Watkins to send a note to the Colonel to inform him of the Master's irrational behavior. I told Mr. Watkins I would send him a message as soon as I knew what the Master's intentions were.

Luckily for me the Master was on foot and he was too distraught to notice I was following him. The Master walked up to Duke Street , down Oxford Street, unto Holborn, past St Paul's and stopped at outside one of the houses on Cheapside. He found a place, where he could not be observed from the house and sat down. As I stood there and watched him I noticed he was becoming less agitated. I waited for about half an hour until I realized he was going nowhere.

I stopped one of the young urchins lurking in the vicinity and gave him a message to pass to Mr Watkins. I promised him that if he would deliver it within the hour, he will receive a shilling for his efforts. An hour or so later the Colonel turned up with one of his soldiers. He told me that every hour there would be a 'change of guards' so that the Master would not suspect he was being watched, and that every hour he would send a message to the house. I told him that in my opinion, the Master wouldn't notice if there was an entire battalion looking out for him, he was so engrossed in himself.

I went back to Grosvenor Square, and reported to Mr. Watkins. He asked me if he could tell Miss Georgiana about the arrangement and I agreed. I stayed up all night, receiving hourly missives from the Colonel. One of the missives mentioned that they had seen two young ladies leave the house the Master was watching, with four little children and a maid. They went for a walk in the park nearby and that the Master followed them from afar. Otherwise there was nothing to report.

At ten o'clock, the following morning, the Master returned. He was exhausted but he appeared calmer. He had a wash and went to sleep for a few hours, things he had not done in almost three weeks. When he awoke he shaved, dressed and had tea with Miss Georgiana. Mrs. Watkins says he even ate something and the strongest drink he had was a coffee.

Ever since that day the Master has slowly but steadily recovered, we do not know the cause of his behaviour, but we are grateful that he is no longer suffering. Colonel Fitzwilliam maintains it is a 'broken heart', maybe he is right, we might never know.

Your Servant, Jamie.

After I had finished reading Jamie's letter I understood John's remark better, yet it seemed to me that it was the other way around "I believe the Master is trying to prove himself worthy of the young lady."

"What do you mean Sarah?"

"We may think the Master is all that is good and wonderful, but it is obvious Miss Elizabeth does not think so. It would appear that the Master agrees with her evaluation and is trying to improve himself. If he ever meets her again, he wants her to know he has taken her words to his heart, and that he is a changed person. What happens after that is between the two of them."

"I am not sure I agree with your reasoning, but there is nothing we can do except wait and see."

I agreed with John's latter statement and hoped to hear from the Master in the next few days. I knew Henry had heard from him as he had told me on the Sunday, when we were at the farm, that the Master had sent him a long letter in response to all his questions. I asked if there was any indication in the letter of why he had not written previously, and Henry said the Master claimed he had been unwell but was now quite recovered. I decided to wait patiently for my letter.

Chapter Twenty-ThreeAnne settled into her new position very quickly, and the vicar was delighted. I was happy to see that Anne was no longer restless, but I knew that the problem had been shelved not solved, yet there was nothing we could do until we heard from Meg or spoke to the Master.A few days after receiving Georgiana and Jamie's letters I received a letter from the Master. It was longer than usual and the contents made me realize the Master had changed.

London, 19th May 1812.

Dear Reynie, Please accept my apologies for not having written till now. I have no doubt you have heard from Georgiana and maybe even from others how detestable I have been in the last month or so. I have no excuse for my behaviour except to say I that my pride was such I failed to notice how I have been ill treating others.

I received a rude awakening at Rosings this year, one day when I am full recovered, I'll tell you about it. It made me look into my soul and I did not like what I saw. I had been given good principles, but no one gave me directions. I have been selfish, thinking only of my family and friends, without considering the repercussions of my actions on them and on others. I have been overbearing, sure that my judgment could never be at fault. In short I have hurt some of the dearest and best people I know, and I am sure I will never be able to make amends to them.

I am slowly trying to pick up the pieces of my life. I am trying to be more considerate of others, more open in my actions. I must try to let those near and dear to me grow, without pointing the way I think they should take. I must learn to accept censure from others for my actions. In short I must prove to myself that I am a true gentleman not only in manners but in opinions, actions and thoughts.

I know you will probably say 'there is no better master that you', but I have discovered that the colours I show in society are very different to the ones I show at Pemberley. My society colours are black, white and a little grey, while my Pemberley colours are more varied there are still many colours to add to both society and Pemberley to make me a better man.

My love to John, tell him not to worry. Thank you Reynie for the support you gave this household while I was unwell.

Affectionately, Fitzwilliam Darcy.

I read the letter over and over again and my heart on the one hand bled for the Master but on the other I was proud of him. Proud that in spite of the recriminations he had heard he has been able to pick up the pieces and move forward, a better man for them. My estimation of Miss Elizabeth Bennet rose and I wondered if I should ever be so lucky as to meet that young lady. Under the circumstances it seemed most unlikely.

I showed John the letter, and we agreed to say nothing of the Master's disclosures not even to Henry. We agreed that Anne's difficulty could wait until the Master returned to Pemberley, by which time he should be fully recovered.

I went about my housekeeping duties with a spring in my step. The Master was well again, Miss Georgiana was happy and Anne was content. Nothing could mar my happiness.

It was two weeks before I heard from anyone in London and this time my correspondent was Sally.

London, 1st June 1812.

Dear Reynie, We are all well. The Master's improvement continues. Miss Georgiana is smiling again and music is heard throughout the house. The Master has lately introduced Miss Georgiana to a couple of young ladies who are similar to her in character and accomplishments, The first young lady, is Dr Meredith's daughter and the other young lady, the niece of a good friend of his Aunt's. They often come calling on Miss Georgiana, and she goes out with them. I am happy for her.

I am continuing with my studies. I have permission from the Master to use the library on those mornings that Miss Georgiana does not need me. I have been corresponding with Mrs. Annesley's son, Edwin, since Christmas. Edwin recently sent me a list of recommended reading and I asked the Master to review it. The Master was quite impressed by the list and has increased my salary so that I may buy those books as I need them. The Master also asked for Edwin's address.

I am happy that Anne is enjoying her new position. I realize it is only for a short time but it is better to be doing something than nothing at all. The Master has promised Miss Georgiana that they will be in Pemberley for the summer. I've heard rumours he has invited the Bingleys, I have no doubt you will hear about it.

Sincerely, Sally.

I was glad to hear of the Master's improvement. I wondered why he would have requested Edwin Annesley's address but I assumed he wanted to safeguard Sally. I was somewhat concerned about the rumour Sally mentioned. Miss Caroline Bingley was not one of my favourite people, in fact if I could I would not allow her into Pemberley. I decided that if she was indeed invited, I'd arrange for her to have the smallest bedroom in Pemberley.

Chapter Twenty-FourEven though I had heard nothing from the Master I began to prepare the house for their arrival. I ordered new curtains, I sat with Cook over menus, I decided which bedrooms to use and which to close 'due to repairs'. Miss Bingley was not going to have a look in on the Master Bedroom, if I could help it.I was so busy that I did not notice it was almost the end of June when I received my next letter from the Master.

London, 23rd June 1812.

Dear Reynie, This is just a short note to inform you of two matters and to ask your advice on a third one.

In the next couple of weeks a new pianoforte will be delivered to Pemberley. It is a surprise for Georgiana, so please do not mention it in your correspondence. Would you also have the blue sitting room next to Georgiana's room redone, some light colours, some new furniture. Spare no expense, I want Georgie to feel comfortable in it.

The second matter is that Georgiana and I will be returning to Pemberley at the beginning of August. Accompanying us will be Mr. Bingley, Mr. and Mrs. Hurst and Miss Caroline Bingley. Please prepare rooms for them and their servants. They will be staying for about a month.

The third matter is one I wish your advice on. As you know Sally has been corresponding with Edwin, Mrs. Annesley's son. A few weeks ago Sally showed me a reading list he had recommended to her and asked me to review it. Looking over the list I was struck by the amount of poetry and plays he suggested, as they all had a very similar motive, love, affection, attraction. I decided I did not want Sally feelings to be hurt, so I asked her for his address, she gave it to me.

The next day I wrote two letters, the first to young Mr Annesley, introducing myself and inquired what his intentions were towards Sally, the second to a friend at the Universiyu inquiring about Mr Annesley's character. I received a response to both letters within a week. Mr Annesley wrote to say his intentions were honourable, and hoped that I, as her Master, would give her his blessing. He has not yet spoken or written to Sally about his wishes. My friend wrote that young Mr Annesley was highly regarded at the University personally and academically. What do you think I should do?

Hoping to hear from you. Affectionately, Fitzwilliam Darcy.

I was pleased that the Master sounded almost himself again in the letter. I made a note about the pianoforte and the sitting room by Miss Georgiana's rooms. I was happy to read the Master and Miss Georgian were returning Pemberley, even if Miss Bingley was coming with them. It was the third matter which intrigued me. It was a most unusual request, asking for my advice. I had given my advice before to the Master, but it was usually unsolicited. This was the first time my advice was being sought, he really had changed.

Sally was by now twenty five years old. She had been with us for nine years. If there was a chance for her to start her own family, it was now. I remembered Sally's blush on Christmas and assumed she would not object to Edwin's application, but how to go about it? I slept on the matter for a couple of days and then wrote back to the Master-

Pemberley 29th June 1812.

Dear Sir, It does not surprise me to hear of Edwin's intentions. The vicar occasionally mentions his nephew's preoccupation with a young lady from London. Says he writes to her more often than he writes to his own family.

I think Sally will be agreeable to hearing from Edwin. Yet I think you should tell her before Edwin says anything what you have done and why. Sally needs to know that you and Georgie approve and support her, and that Georgie will not be left untended.

It might be an idea to invite Edwin over for a weekend, after you have received Sally's permission, and watch what happens. If they do become engaged, seek a new maid for Georgiana with Sally's assistance, and allow Sally to train her. Let Georgiana get used to the idea that Sally may be leaving her. They have been through a lot together and as well as being mistress and maid they are also friends.

Good luck with your matchmaking, and tell Sally I approve of her choice.

Sincerely, Sarah Reynolds.

I felt sad about losing Sally. I loved her almost like a daughter. If it were not for Sally's warning, we might not have been able to save Georgiana from Wickham. The Darcys owed much to Sally. Yet I knew this was Sally's best chance to improve herself, and I knew the Master and Miss Georgiana would feel the same.

At the beginning of July the new pianoforte arrived. We placed it in the music room and asked the local tuner to come and adjust it as necessary. I wanted it to be perfect for Miss Georgiana. The renovations of the sitting room by her rooms were complete and the room was light and elegant. The bedrooms for the guests were ready, and though Miss Bingley did not have the smallest of the rooms, her window was facing the back of Pemberley.

The next letter from the Master was in mid July announcing their arrival on Wednesday the 5th of August. He also mentioned that he had spoken to Sally and she had agreed to hear what young Annesley had to say. They had arranged that he would come to Pemberley at the beginning of September, after the Bingleys departure.

I wondered how my darling accepted the news. I was sure that it was going to be very difficult for her to part from Sally, but I also knew that Georgie always wished the best for everyone, and I was sure she would release her with a smile on her face.

Chapter Twenty-FiveIt was the day before the Master, Miss Georgiana and their guests were to arrive. I was in my room going over some final details, when there was a knock on the front door. Harry, one of the footmen, opened the door and came looking for me."Yes Harry, what is it?" I asked.

"There is a couple at the door asking if they could have a tour of the house."

"You know that the Master is returning tomorrow. Tell them the house is not open to the public at the moment."

"Very well Mrs. Reynolds."

As Harry turned away I asked him: "By the way did the couple give their name?"

I don't know what made me ask that question but I felt an unusual curiosity on the matter.

"Their names are Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner, they are from London, and they are accompanied by their niece, Miss Elizabeth Bennet, from Hertfordshire."

Harry turned away once again, "Did you say Miss Elizabeth Bennet, Harry?"

"Yes I did."

"I'll take it from here, Harry."

"Very well Mrs. Reynolds."

As I approached the door my mind was in a whirl. Could this be the young lady the Master had written about, what would she be like, what should I say, what not to say, if it is her do I tell the Master when he arrives tomorrow... By the time I reached the front door, I had determined that the subject of the Master's character would come up, and that I would present him in the best possible light.

The Gardiners seemed a very respectable couple, Mrs. Gardiner reminded me of someone I knew but I couldn't place her. The young lady, Miss Elizabeth Bennet, was a sight for sore eyes with her light figure, lovely face, bright smile and a sparkle in her dark eyes, she seemed a perfect young lady, though I sensed she was somewhat apprehensive about the visit. She kept looking around as though she feared someone would appear out of one of the rooms and send her away.

We began our tour and I told them some of Pemberley's history, showing them some of the special ornaments and features Pemberley boasts of. I admit I told them more than I usually tell the tourists. I felt they were very interested and I wanted Miss Elizabeth to know as much as possible about Pemberley and to impress her. When we went into the music room I noticed that she drifted towards the window and looked out to the gardens, it seemed as though she was a little wistful. I then mentioned that it was one of the best views of the gardens. I also showed them the pianoforte the Master had ordered for Miss Georgiana, adding that I was expecting them tomorrow. I noticed Miss Elizabeth seemed relieved yet contemplative that the family was away from home and I wondered why.

As we moved unto the landing they noticed the miniatures hanging on the wall. Mrs. Gardiner neared them, and then called Miss Elizabeth over asking her how she liked one of them. I went forward and noticed they were looking at Wickham's picture. I told them it was the picture of a young gentleman, the son of my late master's steward, who had been brought up by him at his own expense. I went on to add that he has gone into the army and 'turned out very wild'. Mrs. Gardiner seemed rather surprised but I think Miss Elizabeth was not.

I then decided to try something and pointed to my Master's miniature and said "and that is my master --and very like him."

Mrs Gardiner admired the miniature, and turned to Miss Elizabeth to ask for her opinion. I then turned to her myself and asked her "Do you know Mr. Darcy?"

"A little" was her response. I decided to pursue the matter.

"And do you not think him a very handsome gentleman, Ma'am?"

"Yes, very handsome." I then went a step further and said "I am sure I know none so handsome; but in the gallery upstairs you will find a finer, larger picture of him than this. This room was my late master's favourite room, and these miniatures are just as they used to be then. He was very fond of them."

I then directed their attention to the miniature of Miss Georgiana, drawn when she was about eight years old.

"And is Miss Darcy as handsome as her brother?" asked Mr. Gardiner.

"Oh! yes- the handsomest young lady that ever was seen; and so accomplished! She plays and sings all day long. In the next room is a new instrument just come down for her- a present from the master; she comes here tomorrow with him."

Mr. Gardiner seemed slightly amused by all my praise, I was somewhat overdoing it. Yet I detected that Miss Bennet was eager to gather any information she could, and decided to continue, so when Mr. Gardiner went on with his questions I answered truthfully.

Asked about the Master's absences and the possibility of his marrying I said- "I do not know who is good enough for him."

Miss Bennet's response was: "It is very much to his credit, I am sure, that you should think so." I then went on- "I say no more than the truth, and what every body will say that knows him, I have never had a cross word from him in my life, and I have known him ever since he was four years old."

I noticed that Miss Bennet seemed puzzled, as though the information did not quite fit the picture she had in her mind. I decided to go on- "If I was to go through the world, I could not meet with a better master. But I have always observed, that they who are good natured when children, are good natured when they grow up; and he was always the sweetest tempered, most generous hearted, boy in the world."

I could see disbelief written all over Miss Bennet's face but I was not done yet.

Mrs. Gardiner then said- "His father was an excellent man."

"Yes, Ma'am, that he was indeed; and his son will be just like him- just as affable to the poor. He is the best landlord, and the best master that ever lived. Not like the wild young men now-a-days, who think of nothing but themselves. There is not one of his tenants or servants but what will give him a good name. Some people call him proud; but I am sure I never saw anything of it. To my fancy, it is only because he does not rattle away like other young men."

I then took them upstairs into the blue room, which I had been fitting up for Miss Georgiana. I told them it had just been done up to give Miss Darcy pleasure, as she had taken a particular liking to this room the last time she was in Pemberley. Miss Bennet then commented "He is certainly a good brother."

I anticipating Miss Georgiana's delight upon seeing the room and said- "And it is always the way with him. Whatever can give his sister any pleasure, is sure to be done in a moment. There is nothing he would not do for her" and to myself added "or for anyone else whom he cares for."

We went up to the portrait gallery where there is a fine portrait of the Master. I noticed that Miss Elizabeth stared at it for some time and I was entranced by the expressions on her face as she looked at the portrait. She seemed curious, grateful, admiring, regretful and maybe even affectionate, The latter may be due to my overactive imagination and desire. I did discover during the tour that Miss Elizabeth had fine eyes, was intelligent, lively at times even sparkling and that it seemed right to have her here at Pemberley It felt as though Pemberley was welcoming her.

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