the early morning sun warmed elizabeth bennet

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The early morning sun warmed Elizabeth Bennet's face as the carriage made its way down the

well maintained road toward Pemberly. Elizabeth was struggling with emotions of excitement

and anxiety over being so near Mr. Darcy's home. After reading his letter explaining his attitudetoward George Wickham, Elizabeth had softened her former opinion of Mr. Darcy and actually

admired his loyalty to his younger sister. Unfortunately, these thoughts were usually dispatched

by further recollection of his behavior toward her own dearest sister Jane and Mr. Bingley. Oh,how could he have so callously misjudge Jane's feelings toward Mr. Bingley. Elizabeth did admitthat Jane was shy and very seldom demonstrated outward affection and he was acting in

perceived defense of his friend's feelings.How could Mr. Bingley allow himself to be such

persuaded? No, this was not any excuse for Mr. Darcy's interference in the matter. Furthermore,although he denied the allegation, Elizabeth still had a sickening feeling that her family's want of

connection was the original motivation for Dr. Darcy's separation of the two lovers. Yet

something deep in her emotional core smacked of regret that she was so quick to judge him

during their initial encounters at Meryton. And she could not help but wonder if her pride had notbeen injured by his insult at the Meryton assembly, would she have so quickly targeted him for

disapproval.

Elizabeth was still lost in her vacillating thoughts of Mr. Darcy when her Aunt Gardiner gently

laid a hand on her arm.

"Look Lizzy, there it is! Pemberly! It is exquisite, is it not?"

Elizabeth raised a hand to shield the obtrusive sun from her eyes and was instantly taken by the

scene that unfolded before her. As the carriage jostled down the lane, Elizabeth could see the

grand estate home appear through the greenery, standing majestically in front of a beautiful still

reflecting pool. It stood elegantly nestled among the shrubbery that lined its pebbled drive; thesun almost dancing off of the windows to the water as they turned the corner and approached the

front entrance.

It was a large house to be sure, but there was something inviting and warm in its situation and

atmosphere. It was by no means the outward statement of intimidation that Rosings imposed

upon initial viewing. For the first time, Elizabeth felt a strong pang of regret that she had notaccepted Mr. Darcy's offer of marriage. Oh, how easy life could have been for her and her

family In an instant, Elizabeth was angry with herself. How could she allow her impression of

a beautiful house compromise her felicity to her beloved Jane? She was anxious for this tour ofPemberley to end before it even did not like the effect Mr. Darcy's home was having on her

emotions and it was apparent on her expression.

"Lizzy, are you quite well?" Aunt Gardiner asked with a furrow across her brow.

"Forgive me Aunt", Elizabeth replied, "I was just lost in the general splendor of the estate. Arewe sure the Master is not at home? I most definitely would hate to intrude on the family's

privacy."

"Not to worry Lizzy." Uncle Gardiner interjected with amusement. "We shall be sure to inquire

with the housekeeper first before trespassing on the Darcys' solitude. Although, I am quite sure


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that the young, eligible Mr. Darcy is in London for the society. If he is not there enjoying his

position, then I dare say the man works too much and should welcome the diversion of a visit by

a gentleman escorting the two loveliest ladies in Derbyshire."

Mrs. Gardiner laughed at her husband's compliment but Elizabeth was immediately struck with a

feeling of panic. What if Mr. Darcy was at home? How could she explain this intrusion? Hewould most certainly be offended by her presence. How would she face him with the sting of

their previous meeting still present and her newly discovered struggle with her opinion of him?

This will not do, at all. As the carriage came to a stop at the front of the house, Elizabeth feltimmobilized. It was once again the gentle but insistent voice of her Aunt that brought her back.

"Really, Elizabeth, are you quite well? You are acting very much out of character today."

Elizabeth did not respond but turned to Mr. Gardiner. "Uncle, would you mind going ahead to

inquire about our ability to tour the estate? It would be rude for all of us to approach thehousekeeper. This way, if it is an impossibility, Aunt and I will be saved the inconvenience of

climbing back in the carriage."

Both Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner appraised their niece with a mixture of confusion and concern.

However, Mr. Gardiner did see the logic in Elizabeth's suggestion and left the two women in the

carriage. All too suddenly for Elizabeth's taste, her Uncle returned with the joyful news that Mrs.Reynolds, the housekeeper informed him that the family was in fact away from the estate andthat she would be more than pleased to tour the Gardiners and their niece. Elizabeth audibly

sighed with relief and walked a few paces behind her Aunt and Uncle as they ascended the grand

staircase to Pemberly.

As the visitors entered the house, Elizabeth's relief that the Master was not present was replaced

with regret for the exact same reasons. The more Mrs. Reynolds spoke about the goodness andkindness of Mr. Darcy, and how humble Mr. Darcy is and how well loved he is by all of

Derbyshire, the more Elizabeth yearned to be in his presence. Oh, how will she live with herself

in caprice with regard to Mr. Darcy? How was it that just being in this man's house elicited suchuncontrollable emotion; this man, for whatever his good intentions, thwarted every hope of

Jane's happiness with Bingley; this character that, no matter how justified he may have been,

insulted her family and then presumed to ask for her hand in marriage? Yes, she could forgivehim his offenses toward Mr. Wickham, but to her family?

Elizabeth was still mulling over feelings for Mr. Darcy when she followed her Aunt and Uncle

into a great hall filled with the Darcy family portraits. There in front of her, with a presence thatreached her very soul was the man in question. It was an oil painting of Mr. Darcy. As she

starred at the face of the man before her, for the first time since their acquaintance, she saw

benevolence in his eyes. It was at that moment that her actions at Kent struck her with ahopelessness of the most acute kind. She excused herself from her party with the proclaimed

desire of not wishing to waste the beautiful sunny morning. In truth, she felt that if she did not

leave the house at that instant, she would lose complete composure and sensibility. With a politecurtsey to her Aunt and Uncle and their host, Elizabeth exited Pemberly convinced that she

should never have to face the unnerving Mr. Darcy again.


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This thought was still her heart's welcome companion as Elizabeth walked down a moss and

stone covered path to a small but beautiful garden on the east side lawn. There she sat on a stone

bench enchanted by the surrounding flowers and animals. The garden was the perfectcompliment to the house; larger than her own at Loungborn but still intimate and inviting. The

flora was a mixture of domestic and imported with varieties of wildflowers whose equal in color

and beauty Elizabeth had never seen.

Quite against her will and almost without her apparent knowledge she began daydreaming about

what it might be like to be Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy, Mistress of Pemberley. Without muchcoaxing she imagined sitting in this very garden watching her children playing amongst the roses

and daisies and could almost hear their tinkling laughter as they chased after butterflies for their

collections. It was then that she allowed her mind to drift back to the man that was responsible

for her current vacillating emotions. She imagined Mr. Darcy there, in the garden with them,laughing as the children, theirchildren, brought him daisy chains and specimens to examine. She

found herself smiling at this picture, the proud and taciturn Mr. Darcy lying on a blanket,

adorned by flowers and cataloging insects. What a sight that would be. Elizabeth's joy

immediately turned to sadness as she realized that this pretty picture was never to be painted, atleast not with her as one of its subjects. Besides, even if his feelings and intentions were the same

as they were in Kent, how could she reasonably live a happy life with a man that was responsiblefor her sister's derision? She decided that she had to force these thoughts and feelings from hermind and heart completely and would not torture herself further. With that resolution, Elizabeth

breathed an audible sigh of false relief.

"I hope your general surroundings are not the source of your lack of excitement, Miss Bennet."

Elizabeth knew who it was even before she turned to determine the purveyor the question. Herheart was immediately in her throat pounding faster than that of the hummingbird's that darted in

and out of the flowers. It seemed like an eternity as she turned her head, her mind spinning withresponses yet, for the first time, leaving her utterly speechless. She was elated and mortified atthe same time. She would see Mr. Darcy again; perhaps have a second chance to sketch his true

character. But what would he think of her, sitting in his family's garden, daydreaming? From her

perspective she did not know how long he had been standing there or whether or not he couldview the emotion on her face as she pictured her life with him. However, there he was indeed.

Fitzwilliam Darcy, Master of Pemberley and, she feared, of her heart.

Mr. Darcy was standing at the entrance of the garden, leaning against the gate. He was not

wearing his coat and his cravat had obviously been undone to relieve some of the fatigue broughton by his long ride from London. He had arrived not but 30 minutes earlier and after instructinghis groom to untack and tend to his horse's needs commenced his walk to the house to inform

Mrs. Reynolds of his early, most unexpected return and to bathe before dinner. His trip from

London was painful. It was filled with constant thoughts of Elizabeth Bennet and her honestwords. He now realized how much he wounded her and only wished to undo the botched-up

mess of a marriage proposal that he attempted in Kent. How could he have been so foolish and

proud in stating that his love and admiration was against his better judgment? How could he


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presume to believe that she would accept him with open arms and heart after he confided in her

that he loved her despite her low connections and family? Of course she would not. This was

precisely the reason why he loved Elizabeth Bennet. She did not see individuals for their wealthand station in life; she saw them for their character and actions. Both of which he had not truly

demonstrated to her because of his foolish pride in the perceived importance of his family's

social position.

Although she had injured him with her words of rejection, perhaps the largest source of pain had

been her felicity to George Wickham. The thought of his beloved Elizabeth giving her heart tothat cad made him physically ill. He only hoped that his letter was received openly in that matter,

and that the true character of Mr. Wickham was believed. He was certain that his involvement in

Miss Jane Bennet's affairs would be harder to reconcile. However, of one thing he was sure, he

would never know how his explanations were received for it was likely that the lovely ElizabethBennet would never break protocol and answer his letter and even more definite was the sad fact

that he would never again be in her company.

It was then that he saw the figure of a woman of small frame, almost ghostly, move across theeast lawn and enter the garden. He knew it not to be Georgiana for she was traveling with

Bingley and his sisters and would not arrive for two days. Realizing that it must be a visitortouring the house he commenced his walk back to announce his arrival when something familiar

about the figure piqued his curiosity. He walked toward the garden to determine who the mystery

guest might be and nearly lost his balance when he turned the corner at the entrance of the gate.

There, seated on a stone bench, was the very object of his tortured heart, Elizabeth Bennet. She

looked beautiful among the flowers, almost as if she was sitting with friends. He could not see

her face but by the slight tilt of her head he decided she must be deep in thought. Why was shehere? Perhaps, his fatigue and emotions were deceiving his eyes. No, Elizabeth Bennet was most

definitely sitting in front of him. He leaned against the garden gate, mesmerized by her, as thebright sunshine gave him a modest, yet unfair view of her figure and highlighted the fewchestnut curls that escaped the confines of her bonnet. He was about to turn to resume his walk

to the house so that he might clean up before greeting her when he noticed a dramatic change in

her attitude and heard her sad sigh.

"I hope your general surroundings are not the source of your lack of excitement, Miss Bennet".

The words escaped him before he contemplated their effect. Elizabeth Bennet froze and her

shoulders stiffened. He knew immediately that she was not expecting to see him and that his

presence was not welcome. He remained fixed, afraid that any movement might prove this adream and that she would vaporize before his eyes.

Following what seemed an eternity, Elizabeth turned and faced him. Remaining seated shenodded to him and replied in a guarded tone.

"Mr. Darcy, I beg your forgiveness, we were informed that you were not at home."


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Elizabeth knew she should stand to greet him formally, but she feared her knees would betray

her reaction to his presence. It was if he had leapt from the portrait in the corridor and had

followed her to the garden. She hardly knew what to do. Obviously, he was not expecting toaddress her for he was in quite a disheveled state that was on the verge of improper. However,

something about his relaxed manner and something in his eyes, an almost pleading, made her

more at ease.

"I have only just arrived and quite unexpectedly" he replied. "Pray, may I ask if your family is

with you and are they in good health".

"Thank you sir, they are all well at home. I am traveling the county with my Aunt and Uncle

Gardiner". Elizabeth wasn't sure how she was speaking for she felt more like an observer than aparticipant in the conversation. Her eyes were drawn to him as she became aware for the first

time of not only her emotional attachment but one of a more physical nature that colored her

face. She prayed that he did not notice.

Mr. Darcy did notice, however, and feeling her inspection, immediately remembered his casualappearance and pushed off the gate to bow and make his excuses. "Forgive me, Miss Bennet, I

must inform my house keeper of my arrival and change from my traveling clothes. I am glad thatyour family is in good health. Please, make yourself at home and do not entertain your presence

here as an intrusion". Elizabeth gave him the best curtsey she could execute from her seated

position and smiled at him in gratitude.

Darcy's heart sang as he literally floated down the path to the house. His prayers had been heard

and answered. Elizabeth Bennet, like some rare gift of the gods, had been delivered to his homeso that he might have another chance to show his true character. His mind was wild with

thoughts. First and foremost, he believed her attitude toward him to be much improved from

their last meeting. Yes, she was affronted to see him at first; but he was spying on her and he didintrude on what appeared to be a moment of private reflection. However, she was much moreamiable given the overall discomfort of the situation entirely. There was a spark of hope and for

Darcy, a spark was all that was needed to rekindle his resolve to prove to her that he was worthy

of her affections and that he was not the proud character she sketched him to be.

If Darcy's heart was singing Elizabeth Bennet's was cast into the depths of mortification. Herinitial fear, that the Master of Pemberley, was in residence was now a reality and the

embarrassment of her being discovered here was acute. That, however, she could bare; it was the

traitorous actions of her own heart that concerned her most.How could this be?How could it be

that she was falling in love with a man that she vowed to despise? How was it that one individual

of the male sex could completely unhinge her simply by looking at her? Oh, this would not do for

Elizabeth was convinced that Mr. Darcy's abrupt departure was brought on by a continued

resentment for her past rejection of his proposal of marriage. She must quit Pemberly and

Derbyshire as soon as possible. Elizabeth ran from the garden to find, to her relief that her Auntand Uncle had called for the carriage and were ready for their departure. As the carriage drove

down the tree lined drive, Elizabeth turned for one last look at the lovely estate. What she saw

instead was Mr. Darcy standing in the middle of the lane with a fresh change of clothes. If she


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had been close enough to see his expression she would have recognized it as someone watching

his most beloved treasure being cruelly taken away from him.

"Lizzy, who is that standing in the lane"? Aunt Gardiner inquired. "Is that Mr. Darcy?"

"Yes maam, it is"Elizabethreplied watching the figure grow smaller in the distance.

"Odd that he didn't come to greet us; perhaps he isn't as charming and kind as Mrs. Reynolds

remembered."

Elizabethfelt an urgent need to defend Mr. Darcy's actions. "Please Aunt, do not think ill of him.

He had just arrived not 30 minutes before our departure. He was tired from his journey from

London and gave his leave to freshen his appearance before meeting with his staff".

"You spoke with him?"

"Yes maam, in the garden, while you and Uncle concluded your tour of the house. Apparently,

he arrived earlier than expected by Mrs. Reynolds."

"It is a shame we didn't get to meet him. What do you think he is about standing in the lane like

that? He appears as though he is lost, poor man?"

"Lost, in his own home." Mr. Gardiner laughed. "I highly doubt that to be the case. Would

certainly be an ironic turn wouldn't it; Pemberley, so large that the Master himself becomes lost."Mr. Gardiner continued to be pleased with his wit and his wife indulged him with a bright smile,

her eye ever fixed on Elizabeth who was unfortunately, left with her thoughts of Mr. Darcy andthe image burned into her mind of him lazily leaning against the garden gate.

She was not sure how she would endure this pain and confusion. She was looking forward to

their departure the next day so that she could once again be at Longbourn and in the company of

Jane. Oh, how she wished Jane was here now to help her sort her emotions and put them in theirproper place. When the carriage arrived at the inn,Elizabethexcused herself as having a headache

and went to her room for some much needed rest. She would call for a tray to be brought up to

her room. Her Aunt, although having been married for quite some time, recognized the signs of aheart in turmoil and determined that it was best to leave Elizabeth alone for the time being to sort

things out. She would check on her before retiring for the evening and ifElizabeth's situation had

not improved, she would press her for more enlightenment.

Content with that plan, Mrs. Gardiner went to her room to change for dinner and met her

husband in the lodge. She was surprised to find him sharing a pint with a tall, dark haired young

man. From his dress she could tell he was a gentleman. The two were easily conversing andappeared to be quite happy in each others company. As she approached, the young man turned to

greet her and she was immediately struck by two realizations. The first being that the young man


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was handsome and kind in expression. The second was that the young man was, in fact, Mr.

Darcy of Pemberley.

Fitzwilliam Darcy stood in the middle of the lane watching the carriage carrying Elizabeth

Bennet drive away. The mid-afternoon sun cast lazy shadows from the trees that lined the road

and the light darting in and out gaveElizabeththe appearance of an apparition. Darcy knew thatshe had been real and that she appeared to be kinder in her addresses toward him. He felt utterly

lost and his heart sank to a depth he thought it could never reach. He was hopeful that he would

have an opportunity to show her the effect that her words inKenthad on him: that, upon muchreflection, he realized his failures and that he would do whatever was required to be worthy of

her approval.

Yet just as sure as some divine intervention had delivered her to his garden, cruel fate was taking

her away again. Oh wretched fate. I will not allow her to leave Derbyshire without some attempt

at demonstrating my true nature.

Darcy called for a footman and ordered his horse to be saddled and brought to him immediately.There was but one inn at Lambton and he knew that he could quickly intercept the carriage and

its precious cargo by riding over the fields that ran next to the Pemberly estate grounds. Herejoiced at having the home advantage over Miss Bennet and set off galloping.

As his horse's hooves capitulated the sound of his own heart beating in this chest, the chase nowon, he finally realized that he had no idea what his plan was once he got to Lambton. He was

panic stricken at first but then realized that the best chance that he had to show himself was to

invite the party back to Pemberley for a proper visit. Yes! At Pemeberley he was always at hisbest. He would feel relaxed and calm. Capitol idea, Darcy! He congratulated himself; and just in

time, as he was just cresting the hill that led into the square at Lambton. From this vantage point

he could see the carriage as it pulled in front of the inn. Darcy spurred his horse forward andentered the inn just as he saw Mrs. Gardiner and her niece climb the stairs to their rooms. Darcysurveyed the room and to his delight, recognized Mr. Gardiner standing in the pub ordering a

pint.

Mr. Darcy approached Mr. Gardiner and bowed.

"Mr. Gardiner, please forgive me for being forward, but may I introduce myself, I am Mr.

Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberly. I believe you were a visitor at my estate today".

Mr. Gardiner was at first concerned, feeling that perhaps the gentleman's introduction was to

result in complaint of trespassing. However, his anxiety was quickly relieved as Mr. Darcy

apologized for his inability to earlier greet them in a more appropriate manner. Mr. Gardiner was

regarding Mr. Darcy with a bit of amusement for he was sure that his attentions to him werefueled by something other than regret that he had been rude earlier in the day and most likely had

something to do with his niece. Whatever the reason, Mr. Gardiner was not one to refuse a

gentleman the pleasure of buying him a pint of ale and felt it only polite to the man, seeing as hedid ride all the way to Lambton with the desire to do so.


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And so it was that Mrs. Gardiner came upon them, two pints into a conversation of the different

types of sport fish that quietly lived in the lakes at Pemberley, both men feeling more like friends

with every swallow.

"Mr. Gardiner, I see that you have made a friend in my short absence," she said to alert the

gentlemen to her presence. When Mr. Darcy turned to bow, Mr. Gardiner made the appropriateintroductions. "I hope that my husband hasn't swindled you out of too many pints Mr. Darcy. It is

to be sure that the bottom of his glass is only as deep as your pockets".

The gentlemen laughed and Darcy realized thatElizabeth's wit was clearly a family trait.

"There you are Mr. Darcy. Treasure your bachelor state, for once you are married, your faults are

never to be a secret again". Mr. Gardiner gave his wife a playful grin.

Mr. Darcy liked the Gardiners very much and unconsciously wished that they wereElizabeth'sparents. No matter, for their easy manners and warm exchange, made a once dreaded task a

pleasure.

"Mrs. Gardiner, I was just expressing to your husband my regret for not being able to

appropriately greet you earlier today at Pemberley. I fear that I had arrived quite in a state of

chaos from my long ride fromLondonand was not in any condition to meet new acquaintances. Iwas hoping that you would allow me to remedy my offenses by spending the day with me at

Pemberly tomorrow so that I might give you a proper tour of the grounds."

Mrs. Gardiner was shocked to be sure at this kind and generous offer. "Of course Mr. Darcy. We

were to tour Matlock tomorrow but if Mr. Gardiner can spare the time, I believe I would love to

have one last look at Pemberley."

Darcy turned to Mr. Gardiner, "What do you say Mr. Gardiner. Would you like to give those fish

we were discussing a run for their money? I have all the tackle and bait you will need."

"How could any reasonable man refuse such a temptation at fine sport. We would be more than

happy to accommodate you and disturb the occupants of your fine lakes." Mr. Gardiner replied.

"Then we will see you in the morning."

With that Mr. Darcy gave one last glance around the faces in the room, bid them farewell and left

the inn feeling quite victorious.

"What a fine gentleman indeed. What do you think possessed him to follow us back to the inn

and extend such a gracious invitation? I dare say it must have been my reputation as an expertfisherman that prompted him. For I can think of no other inducement in our travelling party that

would cause such a handsome, young man to act so boldly. Can you my dear?" Mr. Gardiner was

feeling the effects of his two pints and laughed aloud at his query.


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"No my dear, for there is none among us for sure that would equal you in beauty and charm."

Mrs. Gardiner gave her husband's arm a squeeze and guided him to their table to dine. The

remainder of the dinner was pleasantly spent in each other's company contemplating the outcomeof tomorrow's visit. Mrs. Gardiner was concerned however that the true object of Mr. Darcy's

request may not be as happy as they to delay the trip.

Mr. Darcy took a more leisurely pace back to Pemberley. His horse was thankful for he was just

in the middle of some well-deserved rest when he was required to transport his master to

Lambton. Darcy gave the horse his head and relaxed for the first time since he arrived at homethat day. The plan had been made, Darcy would have an entire day with Elizabeth Bennet to

show her the change in his attitude and determine whether her own view of him had improved.

Darcy breathed the fresh air as the evening chill began to take hold. He did not notice however as

he was warmed by the thought of a pair of fine brown eyes that would be his companiontomorrow. He mustn't appear too overbearing for a complete change may be viewed as artificial

to her. But he had to meter himself in such a way that, with the limited time they had before the

rest of the party arrived, he could impress Miss Bennet. And as the sun sank below the horizon

setting the sky on fire, Darcy knew that tomorrow would be a glorious day for the outdoors and,hopefully, for his heart.

"We're going back to visit Pemberley? On special invitation from Mr. Darcy? And you accepted,

on my behalf as well?" Elizabeth could feel the room spinning around her as the setting sun

leaked through the small window giving the chamber a dream-like appearance. However, this

turn of events was more like a nightmare. "Oh, Aunt, I am sure I cannot impose on the familyagain. Obviously, Mr. Darcy was just trying to relieve his conscience for missing you and Uncle

this afternoon. Surely, there would be no reason for me to join you."

Mrs. Gardiner walked across the room and placed the tray of food she had taken from the maid at

Elizabeth's door on the small wooden table in front of the window. She was not surprised by

Elizabeth's reaction and suspected that there was a great deal that her niece was concealingregarding her relationship with Mr. Darcy. However, unlike her sister-in-law, it was not in her

nature to pry and felt strongly that Elizabeth would reveal her secrets when she was ready.

"Now Lizzy, you can't very well expect us to spend the day at Pemberley without you. I dare say

that Mr. Darcy would be most disappointed if you where to stay behind."

"Disappointed? Why ever for?" Elizabeth almost felt the words flying off her tongue and realizedshe had better check her emotions as she was on the verge of being disrespectful to her Aunt.

"Forgive me Aunt, it is just that I cannot begin to fathom why Mr. Darcy should single me out in

such a manner. I am sure that my inclusion in the visit was merely out of politeness and a wishnot to censure your niece. I am positive, that he sees Uncle as a valuable man to have in his

acquaintance as they may have need to do business in the future. Really, I truly think that he

would not even notice my absence."


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"None-the-less, Lizzy, we were all invited and so we all shall go. He does us a great honor

coming here in person to extend the invitation and we shall not slight his efforts by feigning a

headache." Mrs. Gardiner gave Elizabeth a long glance that, even through the shadow of theroom, Elizabeth knew to be born of disappointment.

"You mean Mr. Darcy came here himself, he didn't send a footman or servant?"

"Yes, my dear, the man himself delivered the invitation. I dare say I believed he wished to see

more than just your Uncle and I. But he made due with the company he was given. Now, Lizzy,eat your dinner and do not fret. How unbearable could spending an afternoon on the grounds of

one of the most beautiful estates in England be? How many of your Hertfordshire friends have

the privilege of such a fine acquaintance? Besides, you will need something to tell Jane of yourtravels. I doubt that she will be interested in too many stories of rocks and trees and the witty

sentiments of your Uncle."

With that, Mrs. Gardiner quit Elizabeth's room and returned to her own to ready herself for bed.

Although not surprised, she was quite puzzled over her niece's reaction to accepting Mr. Darcy'sinvitation and was quite sure that there was some unspoken attachment between the man and

Elizabeth. Whatever that might be, spending some time with the two of them would afford her asafe method to form a more complete understanding. Yes, indeed, tomorrow promised to be a

very entertaining day.

Elizabeth sat at her table and stared at the tray of food in front of her. What had just happened?

She was just resolved to the reality that Mr. Darcy would never be seen again when, in an

instance, that bittersweet fact was shattered. Oh, how she wished Jane could help her, tell herwhat to do, calm her nerves. At the mention of her nerves, Elizabeth couldn't help but smile,

"Now you are sounding like mother", she joked with herself. Well, nothing was to be done. Her

Aunt had made her wishes known, and Elizabeth was bound to fulfill them. All she could hopewas that it did not rain, and that she would have the vastness of the Pemberley grounds to heradvantage in case she should need to become lost.

Elizabeth ate a small portion of her meal, rang for the maid to dispose of the rest and readied

herself for bed. Blowing out the candle on her bedside table and closing her eyes, she was met

with the figure of Mr. Darcy leaning against the gate. Elizabeth knew that her dreams wouldbetray her this evening but fighting her weary mind and body proved futile and soon she was

asleep.

Unknowingly to her, Mr. Darcy was not but five miles away beginning his evening ritual ofwriting letters of business, dressing for bed and dreaming of the next time he would see Miss

Elizabeth Bennet.

Morning arrived much too quickly for Elizabeth. She opened her eyes and lay in her bed hopingthat the events of the preceding day had all been a bad dream. Much to her dismay, clarity

afforded her the realization that, in fact, she was going to be forced to again to see Mr. Darcy.


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Not that she minded seeing him again; it was that she was more than mortified of what he must

think of her. However, there it was, her Aunt insisted and there was nothing to be done that

would sway her resolve. So with much reluctance and trepidation, Elizabeth removed herselffrom the safety of her bed and began the morning ritual of dressing and attending to her hair. As

she worked, she studied herself closely in the mirror: not out of vanity but more curiosity.

Curious as to what it was about her appearance that might make a man such as FitzwilliamDarcy, Master of Pemberley, make such a bold pronunciation of love and devotion. Clearly, itwas not love at first sight as he found her "barely tolerable" upon their first meeting. Perhaps the

man was not as shallow as Elizabeth first surmised. Well, after today, she would never have to

worry about him again.

Without realizing, Elizabeth was taking extra care in choosing a dress and pinning her hair. She

chose a white cotton dress decorated with yellow and blue flowers. It was the dress she waswearing the day that Mr. Darcy delivered his letter to her at Rosings Park. It was her favorite and

she thought that she looked rather pretty in the frock. As far as her wild curly hair was

concerned, Elizabeth felt that on most days she was lucky to keep it in any type of style at all.

Therefore, she was extremely focused on getting it to surrender so that she might proclaimvictory when the knock at the door startled her and she nearly jumped from her chair to reach for

the latch.

"Aunt, are you ready so soon?" Elizabeth asked.

"So soon? Lizzy, we have been waiting on you for over twenty minutes. Mr. Gardiner is quite

anxious to get at the fish in Pemberly lake. He is pacing like an expectant father, ridiculous man.

Are you soon to be ready?"

"Yes ma'am, I am almost ready. Might I ask you to help me with the last few pins in my hair? It

is difficult for me to reach that particular place."

"Of course dear." Lizzy and her Aunt returned to the dressing table and Mrs. Gardiner secured

the last two wild curls to complete Elizabeth's efforts.

"You look particularly lovely this morning Lizzy. Is there any special reason for your extra care

in readying yourself?"

Elizabeth colored at the realization of her unconscious efforts to look perfect. "No, Aunt. I

suppose I am just a bit intimidated by the thought of spending the day at such a lovely place asPemberley. I don't wish to appear beneath my surroundings."

Mrs. Gardiner smiled. "I doubt you are in any danger of that Lizzy, no matter how little care yougive to your appearance. I dare say that you are the singular reason that Mr. Darcy extended the

invitation in the first place."

To this last, Elizabeth was silent. Although, she began to unwillingly hope that her Aunt was

right, that Mr. Darcy did have a desire to see her again, her practical being told her that this could


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not be the case. He was so angry and hurt when he left her following his proposal that he most

certainly would never renew those addresses again to her.

"Alright then Lizzy, let us join Mr. Gardiner now. I am afraid he may have worn a path in the

inn's floor by now. We will never be welcome back if we do not make haste."

Elizabeth laughed at her Aunt's playful nature. How wonderfully matched her Aunt and Uncle

were. She would be more than happy to live out her days if she were to find herself so suitably

partnered; most happy indeed.

As the carriage jostled the travelers down the road to Pemberley the sun warmed the occupantsand the day was one of the most pleasant that any of them could recently remember. Lizzy felt

her nerves steel, as they made their approach to the grand entrance of the estate. At the very

least, Mr. Darcy would be only mildly interested in entertaining her, as she was sure that he

would prefer participating in sport with Mr. Gardiner. Perhaps, she and her Aunt would be ableto walk more of the grounds while the gentlemen fished therefore limiting her exposure to the

gentleman. Yes, this is a fine plan indeed, Lizzy mused. Her triumph was short-lived for at thatvery moment, Elizabeth recognized their host awaiting their arrival at the front of the house,

pacing, much like Mr. Gardiner had been earlier. He was wearing a blue overcoat and tanbreeches with a gold and green striped waist coat. That he was impeccably dressed was no

surprise to Elizabeth. That the sight of him waiting for them very nearly stole her breath,

however, was more than she anticipated.

"Good day, Mr. Gardiner, Mrs. Gardiner, Miss Bennet." Mr. Darcy began. "Excellent day for

being out of doors, is it not?"

"Yes, yes sir." Mr. Gardiner replied. "I am most obliged to you for ordering such a fine day in

Derbyshire. It was quite thoughtful of you Mr. Darcy."

"Though it would please me to take credit, I can assure you that the weather is not of my doing.Even I would not propose to have such influence over nature." With this Mr. Darcy smiled

peering at Elizabeth; his eyes, much like those of the portrait, weakening her every reserve. Until

that moment, she believed she had never had this view of him. To be sure, she had seen him

amused, but mostly accompanied with an air of superiority and usuallyat least she felt- verymuch at her expense. This however, was quite different. It was if his entire being was lighter, the

usual darkness of his character gone and replaced by something much more pleasing. Elizabeth

thought that she could quite happily live out her days in the company of such a wonderful smile.

Mrs. Gardiner was next to bestow thanks, jolting both back to peripheral company. "I want to

thank you again, Mr. Darcy, for extending the kind invitation to spend the day with you. It is

quite an unexpected honor."

"The honor is all mine madam. Please, may I trouble you for a ride to the lake?" Mr. Darcyasked. "I had everything sent there earlier this morning. I fear it might be too far to walk as I can

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"Of course, Mr. Darcy." Mr. Gardiner replied. "Please climb aboard."

Showing great grace for a man of his stature, Mr. Darcy climbed into the carriage and the groupwas off. The morning sun was beginning to warm and the moisture twinkling on the grass

resembled stars that had fallen to earth the night before. The smell of fall could barely be

detected, but it was on its way to be sure. The leaves had not yet turned but the air was beginningto crisp and it would not be long before autumn was ablaze with spectacular color. Elizabeth

ventured that fall in the north of England was most likely very spectacular and silently hoped that

she might get to see it someday. As she was taking in the beauty that was Pemberley, Elizabethallowed herself to glance at Mr. Darcy. He was seated directly across from her and had not

removed his gaze from her from the time he entered the carriage. Elizabeth was taken by surprise

and gave him a slight smile to which he responded by looking away. "Ah,"Elizabeth thought,

"there is the Mr. Darcy with whom I am familiar. Pity, the happier Mr. Darcy is much moreagreeable."

Elizabeth could have no idea what poor Mr. Darcy was thinking at that moment. As he watched

her survey the grounds of Pemberley, he was allowing himself to imagine that they were there,alone, married and happy. That she was now Mistress of Pemberly and all the unpleasant

feelings between them were long in the past. Perhaps they were on their way to church or toLambton for shopping. It was only when Elizabeth met his gaze did he realize that he was staring

and daydreaming. Of course, Darcy being Darcy, he had mistaken Elizabeth's smile to be born of

amusement at his expense. Immediately aware of his actions and embarrassed that he had been

found out, Darcy looked away. "How could it be that one woman could completely unglue mybearing and confidence?"What had been such a wonderful idea less than a day ago was starting

to feel like a big mistake to Mr. Darcy. This would be it, however, this would be his last attempt

and opportunity to change the opinion of Miss Elizabeth Bennet. His sister would arrivetomorrow with Bingley and his sisters. After today, there would be no excuse to have a private

moment with Elizabeth: at least not any that might not draw unnecessary attention to either of

them. Not that he feared that from Bingley or Georgiana, but Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley would

be most severe to Elizabeth if they suspected any partiality on his part. No, the foundation wouldhave to be set today or, he feared, he would lose her forever.

As the party rounded the lake, it was obvious that Mr. Darcy had taken care to arrange a very

pleasant day for the Gardiners and their niece. The lake was like a still sheet of glass as it was

fed from an underground spring and there was no wind to disturb its surface. At one end of the

lake was a majestic willow tree that stretched one half of its boughs toward the water juststopping short of breaking the plane. The remaining limbs cascaded down to the ground forming

something akin to a secret hiding place. At the other side of the lake, Mr. Darcy had arranged for

a beautiful white silk tent to be erected so that his guests might have shelter if they wished for it.

The fabric was thick enough to keep out the obtrusive heat of the sun but thin enough that somelight trickled through and danced on the various tables and chairs that were underneath. On one

of the tables there were vases of flowers that Elizabeth recognized from the garden she had been

in the previous day; roses, daisies and lavender. There were also plates for fruit and pitchers ofwater and tea. At the lake shore, several chairs had been carefully arranged and enough tackle

present to excite the most elite of fishermen. Mr. Darcy had thought of everything and his

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"Mr. Darcy, what a beautiful scene you have provided us." Mrs. Gardiner exclaimed. "I do not

think I have ever seen such thoughtfulness in a host. I dare say that you are in great danger of us

never wanting to leave your warm hospitality."

"It is all my pleasure, Mrs. Gardiner." Mr. Darcy replied. "I do not often get to entertain at

Pemberley and a wise person once told me that I could not improve my social skills unless Ipracticed." Of course Mr. Darcy was referencing Elizabeth's teasing at Rosings regarding Mr.

Darcy's lack of talent for all things social. "So please do not feel indebted to me," Darcy

continued, "consider this merely as helping me hone my art. You are doing me a great favor." Atthis Darcy smiled again and Mrs. Gardiner laughed as she allowed him to hand her out of the

carriage.

"In that case, Mr. Darcy, I should say that you scored an excellent grade for your efforts today.

Your practice has already paid off for me." Mrs. Gardiner walked over to the tent to investigate

the rest of its contents.

"Miss Bennet, may I help you out of the carriage?" Mr. Darcy asked as he extended his hand.

"Yes, thank you Mr. Darcy. And might I second my Aunt's praise for your desire to improve

your skills. I applaud the instructor- whoever he or she may be- that induced you to practice."

Elizabeth was smiling now herself.

"Thank you Miss Bennet, I will be sure to relay your approval to my advisor. I am sure that you

would like her, you are very much one in the same."

Elizabeth laughed to herself as she moved toward the tent. Upon entering, she realized that in

addition to the flowers and food, Mr. Darcy had provided his guests with several books from

which to choose. Elizabeth inspected each of their spines to determine their content andmarveled at how even Mr. Darcy's books appeared refined and rich.

"Miss Bennet, I hope you do not think it too bold that I chose several books to help you pass the

morning. I took the liberty of picking those that I thought you might enjoy. I remember from

your stay at Neitherfield that you were quite fond of poetry and books about adventure in exoticplaces."

"Thank you Mr. Darcy, it is very kind of you to take notice of my preferences. I am confidentthere is more than one book here that will be sufficient to occupy my time." Darcy smiled at

Elizabeth and the two of them appeared to be quite lost in each other's happy expression.

Mr. Gardiner, who was looking very much like a little boy waiting for his playmate to have

permission to romp about cleared his throat and jarred Darcy's attention.

"Right, Mr. Gardiner." Darcy exclaimed turning on his heels. "What say we give the fish

something to think about this morning, shall we?"

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And with that the gentlemen walked to the lake leaving Mrs. Gardiner to contemplate the

obvious admiration that was growing between her niece and the gentleman, and leaving

Elizabeth to realize that she was in fact falling in love with Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy.

Thus, was the passing of the morning: Mrs. Gardiner napping in a very comfortable chaise underthe tent and Elizabeth trying to concentrate on the book of poetry that rested in her lap. A warm

breeze would ever so often join the ladies carrying the smell of lavender and the laughter of the

gentlemen occupied with their sport at the lake. Elizabeth found she was more interested inwatching Mr. Darcy and her Uncle than reading but appreciated the guise that the book afforded

as she noticed that Mr. Darcy was mindfully keeping watch in her general direction. She could

not believe how intriguing this gentleman was, what a different sort of man Mr. Darcy appeared

today from the proud and unfeeling person he had last been in Kent. She did not dare to presumethat this change was for her benefit, although she secretly wished it to be.

As Elizabeth absently thumbed through her book, a small piece of paper fell out from betweenthe pages. It was browned and wrinkled with age and Elizabeth surmised that its secret hiding

place had long been forgotten. She quickly retrieved the paper and realized it was a note written

in a female hand and addressed to "My Dearest William". Before she knew what she was about,Elizabeth opened the note and read its contents.

My Dearest William,

By now I am sure that you have bounded down the stairs to determine what treasures you will

claim on your birthday. I am sorry that I will have to wait to see your joy as I am not yet wellenough to join you. I know that upon receipt of this note and your gifts, you will be shortly

knocking on my door and I cannot wait for your visit.

William, you have been a constant source of love and joy for me and your father. We would not

have wished for a better son. I hope that you like this book of poems. It was given to me on the

sixteenth anniversary of my birth. I am laughing now just imagining the look on your face thatmy gift will elicit. A poetry book from your mother on your eleventh year is not the dream of

every young man, to be sure. However, as it is likely that I will not see you grow to be the Master

of Pemberley, let alone guide you in future matters of the heart, I hope that this book will serveas a kind reminder that worthiness is measured more in respect and love and not in situation.

You may not have full appreciation of this at such a tender age. But trust me; it will not be long

before you will understand. I would only wish for you what your father and I have been blessed

to share.

Happy birthday, William.

With all my love,

Your Mama


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Elizabeth immediately felt the guilt of trespassing on such a private exchange between mother

and child. She folded the note and placed it back into the book hesitant to look up for fear that

Mr. Darcy may have witnessed her prying. Steeling her courage she surveyed her surroundingsto determine whether she had been discovered. Luckily, all members of the party were still

presently engaged in their activities. Elizabeth's hand, as if by its own volition, caressed the worn

leather cover of the book. She became lost in her thoughts of how bittersweet it must have beenfor Mr. Darcy to receive such a simple yet precious gift. How sad he must have been to knowthat his mother would not be there to guide him as a grown man. What a terribly mature thing to

burden such a young boy. She was then struck with the knowledge that Mr. Darcy would have

wanted his mother following her refusal of him at Kent. Elizabeth felt great remorse for causinghim such pain; even more now that she had a small insight into the character of his mother.

Elizabeth looked at her Aunt who remained peacefully sleeping. She was overcome withemotion, feeling lost and terribly confused. Absent mindedly still clutching the book in her hand,

she rose abruptly and began quickly walking down a path that gave way to a large opening in the

hedgerow leading to a lush green lawn. There, a small white marble gazebo covered in trumpet

vine resided. Elizabeth entered the structure and slid her back down the wall to sit on the coldstone floor, not quite sure what to do with her current intelligence regarding Mr. Darcy. It would

be of no service to her or Mr. Darcy to confess to reading the note. However, it was obvious thatit had been forgotten in the pages and it is possible that Mr. Darcy should like to retrieve such a

priceless memento of his mother.

"Miss Bennet, is everything alright?" Mr. Darcy was standing at the entrance of the gazebo witha concerned countenance.

Elizabeth was startled. "What? Oh, Mr. Darcy, forgive me. Yes, I was just weary of my previousattitude and wanted to explore more of the grounds. They really are quite lovely." As the day's

temperatures were rising, Mr. Darcy had abandoned his overcoat; his crisp white cotton shirtnow contrasting with the bright color of his waistcoat. His hair had been mussed a bit by theoccasional breeze and Elizabeth thought that this relaxed and casual manner did him justice.

"Thank you." Mr. Darcy replied. "I cannot take any credit for the beauty, Mr. Jones, thegardener, and his eldest son deserve all the praise." He gave Elizabeth a slight smile that relieved

her anxiety a bit. "Oh, he is so handsome when he smiles,"she thought. "If only he had trusted

me with this side of his character while at Hertfordshire; how different things might be now if wehad just been more open with one another."

"Well then, I suppose you could take credit on having a good eye for a gardener," Elizabethteased. "See there you are, you are responsible for Pemberley's beautiful grounds after all."

"May I sit and talk with you? I believe that your Uncle can see us from his vantage point at thelake. However, I would not dare to make you uneasy."

"No please, do sit down." Elizabeth answered, making sure that her Uncle could in fact beviewed from their place. "I do not feel as though I have thanked you enough for your kindness to

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in Lambton you know." Mr. Darcy nodded his admittance. Elizabeth continued. "It is a great

thrill you have given her, sir, allowing us to spend the day. I dare say you might find her a rival

for Mr. Collins in her appreciation for your patronage."

At the mention of that ridiculous man, they both laugh aloud. Oh, Mr. Collins, Elizabeth thought,

if the man was good for nothing else it was for a laugh at his expense.

"I see you have my book of poems." Darcy was looking at the volume now resting in Elizabeth's

lap.

"Pardon me? Oh, the book of poemsyes- sorry, is this your book?" Elizabeth was mortifiedupon realizing that the book had accompanied her during her attempted escape.

"May I?" Mr. Darcy asked, gesturing to the book.

"Of course, Mr. Darcy, after all it is your book, is it not?" Elizabeth stammered as she reluctantly

handed it to him.

Mr. Darcy held the leather bound volume in his hand and released a deep sigh. Elizabeth studied

him intently for what seemed to be minutes, although in reality it was only mere seconds.

"I was but eleven when my mother gave me this book," Darcy began. "She was the most

hopeless romantic alive. Pity I didn't inherit more of that trait. I remember the day I received thisbook like it was but yesterday. Upon unwrapping it, I of course was disappointed. Being a mere

boy, I was much more interested in "manly" treasures and not a book of poetry." Darcy sniffed,mocking himself. "Of course, I did not appreciate the significance of such a gift- how could I?

So, I placed it on the shelf in the library and there it sat for years. It wasn't until recently- last

spring actually, upon returning from Kent- that I remembered the book and realized whatpurpose my mother intended it to serve. I included it in my choices for you because I believe you

to be similar to my mother in character. I am not surprised it is the first book that you chose. Irather hoped it would be." Darcy moved his gaze from the book to Elizabeth. She was intently

listening to his every word. He stared at her, again, looking as though he was pleading with her

for something; for what Elizabeth did not know, but she desperately wanted to end his misery.She was completely arrested by the sentiment and love that this man, she once thought to be cold

and self-important, was entrusting to her in this memory of his lost mother.

Had he been less of a man, Darcy would have taken advantage of the emotion that was evident

on Elizabeth's face. However, with all of his remaining will, he gathered his composure. "Well,"

he began not taking his eyes off of Elizabeth, "I guess it would be best if I returned you to yourAunt and Uncle. I wouldn't want them to change their minds about my status as a gentleman,now that I have them otherwise convinced. I believe that Mrs. Reynolds has sent a lovely lunch

to the tent." Mr. Darcy handed the book back to her and smiled.

"Thank you, sir, but I believe that a book this precious should remain on your person." Elizabeth

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"Miss Bennet, it would be a great favor to me if you would borrow this book and finish reading

it. I believe that you will find the remaining passages quite lovely and poignant. Besides, you do

owe me a favor for showing you such kindness today." Mr. Darcy was teasing her now.

"Very well, sir, but I will send it back to by messenger tomorrow before we leave."

"No, I prefer not to risk losing it. Please just keep it in your possession. It will give me cause to

call on you at Longbourn when I am next in Hertfordshire with Bingley."

Elizabeth could not refuse. She took the volume and tucked it away in her folded shawl so that

she would not forget it upon her departure that afternoon.

Mr. Darcy stood and held out his hand, "Now, may I see you safely back, madam?" he teased.

"Many visitors to Pemberley have been lost to the gypsies and marauders that live in the

hedgerow there." Elizabeth laughed and took his hand as he helped her up from her seat. Heextended his arm so that he could escort her back to the tent.

Mrs. Reynolds had provided an exquisite banquet of cheeses and breads and every type of fresh

and dried fruit. Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner had already begun their repast and greeted the late comerswith happiness. As lunch was eaten, Mr. Darcy and Mr. Gardiner conversed about their

respective business dealings and compared antidotes on some of the more difficult characters

they had run across. Mrs. Gardiner and Elizabeth were amused with the interaction of the

gentlemen and added a few comments from time to time to increase the levity and mirth of theparty.

Mr. Gardiner finished eating and Mrs. Gardiner recognized his desire to move toward the nowempty chaise for an afternoon nap. When he stood to move to his coveted spot, Mrs. Gardiner

grabbed him by the arm. "Come my dear and walk with me. It will be better for your digestion to

take a turn about the lake than to lay like a sea sponge on the chaise."

"I believe that my health would be better suited if I was reclined and asleep, my dear," Mr.

Gardiner replied as he started to sit. But it was for not as Mrs. Gardiner shot him a piercing lookand rolled her eyes in the general direction of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy who were easily

conversing with one another. Mr. Gardiner, being often slow to take suggestion, could not

mistake the reason for his wife's request. Reluctantly he tucked Mrs. Gardiner's arm under his

own and the two set off for the path around the lake.

Elizabeth and Darcy watched Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner with amusement as Mr. Gardiner was

holding out his hands, most likely relaying to his wife the size the pike he earlier caught. Mrs.Gardiner kept pushing his hands closer together in a playful way to indicate that perhaps his

memory was failing him.

Once he was confident that they were out of earshot, Mr. Gardiner revealed to his wife a most

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"Interesting fellow, that Mr. Darcy", he began, "a most agreeable sort of young gentleman. He

actually suggested that we delay our trip yet another day so that we might have the pleasure of

meeting his sister. Of course, I told him that we could do no such thing as we had alreadyimposed upon him enough. I knew, dear wife that you would be mortified to have to spend

another day such as this."

Mrs. Gardiner was staring at her husband in disbelief. "Have you gone mad Mr. Gardiner? Do

you not see what is going on between Lizzy and Mr. Darcy? Good Lord man, have you become

so comfortable in your present married state that you have completely lost the ability torecognize that Mr. Darcy and Lizzy are forming an attachment?"

"Oh, my dear, you are imagining things", Mr. Gardiner replied. "I have not seen any specialattention paid to Lizzy by Mr. Darcy." He was teasing now and Mrs. Gardiner was keen to catch

on.

"Oh, I suppose you are right my dear", she began. "It would be best for us to move on. I doubt

that your sister would approve of any attempt at match making. It is to be sure that she will bemost appreciative to her brother when she realizes that you have saved her daughter from a most

imprudent marriage with a man of 10,000 a year who owns half of the county. I will be a joy towatch her bestow her gratitude to you as only she can."

The image of the rage that would be directed toward Mr. Gardiner by his sister if she thoughtthat he had thwarted such a happy connection for Elizabeth made the older couple laugh aloud

and agree that it would be a fate much worse than death.

"In that case", Mr. Gardiner continued, "it is a good thing that I agreed to stay at Lambton until

our return to Hertfordshire."

"Oh, Mr. Gardiner, you are a ridiculous man but I love you! I dare say you may have saved us all

the trouble of having your beloved sister live out her days with us."

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"Your Aunt and Uncle are most charming, Miss Bennet," Mr. Darcy began. "Their playful

manner remind me very much of my own good mother and father."

"Yes, Mr. Darcy. My Uncle is all humor and friendliness and my Aunt is witty with the patience

of a saint when it comes to Uncle." Elizabeth replied.

Mr. Darcy was lying on the beautiful rug that was spread under the tent, leaning back on his

elbows observing the older couple. Elizabeth, seated in a chair to his left took the opportunity to

study the gentleman. She had never before seen him in such a relaxed manner. In truth, Mr.Darcy would not have been so relaxed but for the fact that he was at his home and the Gardiners

put him at ease. Elizabeth, at first, made him anxious as he was not sure how she would react to

his attentions, but in all she was accepting and he regained some of his previously lostconfidence.


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"Forgive me, Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth started, "but you indicated earlier that you would be coming

back to Hertfordshire with Mr. Bingley. I recall the last time we spoke on the subject that you

were of the opinion that Mr. Bingley would be quitting Netherfield permanently."

"Yes, that was my opinion at the time." Mr. Darcy stated with a somewhat guarded tone. "And it

is trueI supposethat I am not certain that we will be returning in the near future."

To this last, Elizabeth was puzzled. "But, you stated your return to Hertfordshire as a certain

opportunity to retrieve your book, did you not? I am sorry, sir, but I am confused."

"Yes, Miss Bennet, I did say this." Mr. Darcy paused. He was not ready to discuss his letter toher in Kent, as he feared it might resurrect forgotten feelings of resentment on her part. However,

he did not see how he could successfully avoid the topic now. "I did not wish to broach this

subject at present, but I was wondering if you read the letter I gave you in Kent and what your

feelings were regarding my explanation of my actions on the two accounts?" Darcy had nowmoved to a chair opposite Elizabeth to afford him a better view of her reaction.

"Oh, the letter," Elizabeth drew and released a deep breath, staring at her hands now nervouslywringing in her lap. "I hardly know how the letter made me feel, Mr. Darcy." This was not the

response he had hoped for and he turned to look toward the lake. Elizabeth realizing that he was

again withdrawing decided that if there was ever to be even a friendship between the two ofthem, the issue of the proposal and the letter would have to be discussed. "I suppose," she

continued, "that it was met with mixed emotion at first. Of course, I was shocked at your account

of Mr. Wickham and your sister. It pained me to think of what your poor sister must have

endured. As you know, Lydia, my youngest sister is now but fifteen. I was also embarrassed thatI had so poorly judged the character of that man and had been so happily deceived. I suppose we

were all deceived. I can assure you, sir, your confidence has been kept in this matter."

"Thank you Miss Bennet. I knew that you would understand the nature of the information

entrusted to you. Other that my cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam, and of course Georgiana, no one

else knows. Do not be so harsh on yourself for being charmed by Mr. Wickham. He is a masterof deception to be sure." At least Darcy could be relieved that his letter had eliminated that man

from contention for Elizabeth's heart. The matter of her sister, however, would be of a much

more delicate subject.

There was no way to circumvent the issue so Darcy decided to meet it head on. "I would like to

explain further the matter of Bingley and your sister," he began.

"Oh, Mr. Darcy, please, I do not think" Elizabeth interrupted.

"Miss Bennet, I beg you, let me finish. I believe it is important for you to hear me." Elizabeth

quieted and lowered her gaze. As Mr. Darcy was insistent on continuing, there was nothing she

could do but listen.

"I stand by what I wrote in the letter. While at Netherfield, I did believe that Bingley was much

more attached than your sister. However, I have had time to realize that, although my intentions


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were noble, it was not my business to interfere. Tomorrow, when Bingley arrives and I am

afforded the opportunity, I plan to reveal all. After that, I will no longer have an opinion on the

matter and it will be up to Charles to decide whether his feelings are still what they were. Mysuspicion is that his admiration for your sister has not waivered and he will wish to return to

Netherfield as soon as possible. If he is not too angry with me, I will be more than happy to

accompany him when he does. I hope this relieves some of your confusion in the matter." Mr.Darcy held his breath and hoped that Elizabeth accepted this information in a positive light.

"Mr. Darcy, although I was angry with you regarding my sister's affair, I too, after muchreflection, came to understand how someone who was not familiar with Jane might interpret her

reserved nature as indifference. I am grateful that you had the courage to broach the subject and

reveal to me your change of heart as I am sure that I would not have been so brave as you."

Elizabeth was smiling now; relieving some of Darcy's previous tension. "You cannot imaginehow happy you have made me in telling me of your change in opinion. How can I ever thank you

for I believe you may have forever secured Jane's happiness."

"All I ask is that you keep my confidence on this matter as well; at least just a bit longer.Although I am fairly confident that Bingley will have to be persuaded not to ride off to

Loungborn the moment my error is revealed, I would not want to falsely raise your sister's hopesshould he prove to be a cad after all." Darcy was quite pleased with this turn of events. He could

not have planned it better if he had tried. Elizabeth, too, was happy that the one offense that

prohibited her regard for the man was removed. The mutual relief felt by both parties was

palpable. It was as if an implacable wall between them had been reduced to rubble and nothingwas left to separate their happiness.

"Bingley will be joining me tomorrow", Darcy continued. "I am sure that he would be mostpleased to see you. He brings my sister and of course Miss Bingley and Mr. and Mrs. Hurst will

likewise accompany him." To this last Mr. Darcy was leery. Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley wereburdensome company at the best of times. Their presence would be much more painful now asthey would most likely make it difficult for Darcy to have any moment with Elizabeth.

"Although, I cannot pretend to be saddened by the prospect of missing Miss Bingley, I am sorry,sir, that I will not get to meet your sister as we are to leave for Matlock tomorrow. My Uncle has

already delayed our trip for one day; I do not think that I can ask him to repeat the favor."

Elizabeth has genuinely disappointed and Mr. Darcy took note.

"I have already expressed my wishes to your Uncle. I believe he is to speak with your Aunt to be

sure that her disappointment at not visiting Matlock would not be too great. I explained to himthat Georgiana does not often have the great opportunity to meet such fine new acquaintances

and that it would be a particular favor to me if he would consider spending one more day at

Pemberley. Of course, I do believe that he is an intelligent man and that he most likely could see

through my guise realizing my true agenda for wishing you to stay another day." He was lookingat Elizabeth now, the same longing in his eyes that she had seen earlier. She now could not

mistake the source of this expression. Elizabeth's heart nearly pounded out her chest with the

realization that Mr. Darcy did still love her and she returned his feelings.


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The breeze had loosened a strand of Elizabeth's hair from its pins and Darcy, for the first time

daring to break protocol, brushed it off of her forehead. Almost as of separate mind, his hand

stopped ever so briefly to touch Elizabeth's cheek. She looked at him and he smiled. "Finally",he thought, "I can see the emotion in her face that has only haunted me in my dreams."

"Miss BennetI.

Before Darcy could say another word, it was evident that Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner had returned

from their walk and that Mr. Gardiner was not to be delayed further from his meeting with thechaise. Mrs. Gardiner, still energized, enlisted Mr. Darcy to tour her and Elizabeth on more of

the lovely walkways that surrounded them.

Elizabeth smiled at Mr. Darcy ensuring him that she understood his feelings and that she found

them much more welcome than she had in Kent. Unfortunately, the couple would not again this

day be afforded the solitude necessary for Darcy to renew his wishes of last spring. However, heended the day most satisfied with his progress where his heart was concerned and was confident

that tomorrow he could enlist the help of Georgiana and Bingley- if he was still speaking to him-to assist him in stealing a moment private enough to secure Elizabeth Bennet as his wife.

As far as Elizabeth was concerned, she returned to her room at the inn a completely changed

person. She had left the same space, not but 8 hours ago, feeling heavy and full of dread. Shereturned light and full of hope for the future. She was sure that Mr. Darcy was going to renew his

intentions before her Uncle and Aunt returned. Cruel family, she laughed. But in fairness, how

could they know that their connection was much deeper than one day spent in each other's

company. It did not matter, Fitzwilliam Darcy loved her and she loved him.

As she readied for bed, Elizabeth remembered the book in her shawl. She removed it and

realized that the note that she had carefully tucked away in the pages was now sticking out as ifmarking where she had last read. Elizabeth immediately realized that Mr. Darcy must have

marked the page while he was telling her the history of the volume. She laughed as she realized

that she was so struck by the emotion in his face that she did not even notice his fiddling with thenote. Obviously, then, he knew the note had been there all along and probably also realized that

she would have read it. Elizabeth blushed at the knowledge that he was probably hoping that she

would read the note as it had the desired effect of softening her heart toward him. "Devious

man", she thought with a smile.

Elizabeth held her breath as she opened the book to the intended place and read the sonnet

printed on the page.

SONNET 29

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast stateAnd trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries

And look upon myself and curse my fate,

Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,


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Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,

Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,

With what I most enjoy contented least;

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,Haply I think on thee, and then my state,

Like to the lark at break of day arisingFrom sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings

That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

-William Shakespeare

Elizabeth blew out the candle on her bedside table, clutched the book to her heart and fell asleep

with the knowledge that tonight her dreams of Mr. Darcy would no longer be unwelcome.

Darcy watched as the carriage pulled away from Pemberley. The day had gone even better thanhe had hoped. His heart literally sang with joy with the realization that Elizabeth Bennet returned

his love and affection and that her opinion of him had most decidedly changed for the best.Darcy ran up to his chambers after dinner taking the steps two at a time. As he entered the vast,

masculine room, he was sure that it would not be long before he was joined by his beloved in this

most private of spaces. He imagined sitting with her near the fire and telling her stories just tosee her beautiful smile and hear her tinkling laughter. Darcy smiled to himself at this last and

then unconsciously allowed his mind to wander to more beautiful activities that would take place

here as well. Tomorrow would be the happiest of days; for not only would Georgiana finally

meet the woman that has been occupying his mind and heart these past months, but he was sure

that, if given the proper privacy, Miss Bennet would accept his offer this time. Mr. Darcy lay inhis bed exhausted but unable to sleep. His mind was racing with ways to steal a few intimate

moments with his Elizabeth.Elizabeth, oh how that name brought him joy. As he drifted tosleep, he could feel the touch of her soft skin on his hand as he caressed her cheek. He could

visualize her eyes so full of love for him that he knew he could be entranced by their beauty for

eternity. Darcy finally fell asleep, knowing that tomorrow would be the beginning of the happiestdays of his life.

&&&O&&&

Breakfast at the inn was much different than the previous morning. This time, Elizabeth was up

and ready long before her party and was anxiously pacing the floor. Finally, her Aunt and Unclejoined her and she nearly leaped at them as they crossed into the dining area.

"Good morning Lizzy", Aunt Gardiner greeted her smiling. "You are up early this morning, areyou not?"


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"Yes, ma'am", Elizabeth answered, "I could not sleep so I decided that I should just get up and

get ready." I kept you waiting so long yesterday; I felt it was only right that I should wait for you

this morning."

"You are a thoughtful girl, Lizzy", her Uncle replied. "You will make some lucky gentleman a

fine wife someday, I dare say." Mr. Gardiner shot a knowing look to his wife who returned hisjest with a smile. The reference was not lost on Elizabeth and she felt herself color with the

knowledge of her transparency. However, she was never one to back down from a challenge of

wits.

"Oh, Uncle, you flatter me. It would be a brave man indeed that would decide that I am the

proper match for him. He would either be eaten up with false courage or true stupidity andtherefore not worthy of my respect or love."

They all had a merry laugh at this each knowing that Elizabeth's heart was most assuredlysecured by the very brave and very intelligent Mr. Darcy. It was only a matter of time and

placement before he would most definitely make his intentions known. If not, then he wasdefinitely not the gentleman that everyone made him out to be.

The Gardiners ate their breakfast with haste as Elizabeth was impatiently drumming her fingers

on the table. Looks between the married couple of both amusement and annoyance were sharedabove coffee cups. Finally, once Mr. Gardiner had reached his tipping point he suddenly popped

out of his chair, grabbed his hat and coat and headed for the door.

"Well then, Lizzy, you'll bloody your fingers if you don't stop that tapping and I would not

deliver you to Mr. Darcy in a state of distress. Unfortunately, my dear, you will have be a bit

more patient as our invitation to Pemberly has not yet arrived, although I do believe it to be only

a matter of minutes before it is in hand, so do not fret. However, it wouldn't do for us to chargethe house gates uninvited."

Elizabeth knew that her Uncle was right and realized that she was acting like an impatient child.

She excused herself and asked if it would be acceptable to take a walk as she had not had the

chance to do so in the last few days and she would welcome the opportunity to stretch her legs

with exercise and to clear her mind with the fresh Derbyshire air. Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner agreedand said that they would be in the town shopping and they should all meet up again in an hour or

two to determine what the plan for the rest of the day would be. Elizabeth excused herself and

donned her coat and bonnet and set out for the countryside adjoining Lambton.

Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner gave each other a look of mixed amusement and concern. "I do believe

that Lizzy has met her match in Mr. Darcy", Mrs. Gardiner began. "I am quite certain that she is

very much in love with him."

"Yes, indeed", Mr. Gardiner agreed. "Let us hope that his attentions are noble and that the arrivalof more society does not change his character of yesterday. I hope that we have not acted against

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another situation. I did feel the affection between the two but it would not be an easy match for

Darcy as I am sure he is expected to marry within his sphere.

Mrs. Gardiner frowned at her husband. "Marry within his sphere? Mr. Gardiner, really, Mr.

Darcy is a man of great fortune, indeed, but he is not a fool. I seriously doubt that he would have

jeopardized his status by risking putting himself in any situation that might seem compromising.No, mark my word my love, he is in love with Lizzy. I recognize the yearning in his eyes. I

remember one other young man that used to look at me that way.

"Whatever became of him Mrs. Gardiner?" Her husband teased. "Do I know this fellow? I'll split

him heel to brow!" he exclaimed as he pulled his wife from her chair and delivered a

commanding kiss.

Mrs. Gardiner laughed at his absurdity, "Impossible man!" she exclaimed and pretended to be

affronted. "Do not be so bold, sir, my reputation will be undone."

At this they both set out to the town to explore the local shops and fair completely happy to bestill in each other's company after all of these married years.

&&&O&&&

Darcy was informed that Mr. Bingley's carriage had arrived and that he and Miss Georgiana were

at least two hours ahead of Miss Bingley and Hursts. This was the best of luck as Darcy hadhoped to talk with his sister and Charles in private about the presence of Miss Elizabeth Bennet

in Lambton and to elicit their help with the matter at hand.

"William!" Georgiana exclaimed as she ran up the main staircase to greet her brother with a hug.

"I am so happy to be home with you."

"Sister, look at you, I think you have grown in the last week that we have been apart."

"I trust you had no problem with your trip, Bingley?" Darcy asked his friend as he entered thefoyer.

"Not in the least, Miss Georgiana is always pleasant company and the weather was splendid.Unfortunately, the Hursts' carriage did suffer a broken wheel so they will be delayed by a few

hours." Mr. Bingley informed his host.

"Well, Georgiana, Bingley, I have the most interesting news to tell you. Miss Elizabeth Bennet ishere in Lambton. She is traveling with her Aunt and Uncle Gardiner from Cheapside and I had

the pleasure of spending a most beautiful day with them yesterday here at Pemberly." Darcylooked at his sister who gave him an inquisitive look and smile.

"In fact, I was just at this moment on my way to sure up our plans for dinner. I am hoping thatMiss Bennet and the Gardiners will allow me to host them again this evening. Georgiana, would


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you care to join me? I know you have just arrived but I am sure that Miss Bennet would be

delighted to meet you."

"May I join you?" Mr. Bingley asked. "Forgive me for being so forward, but I would very much

enjoy seeing Miss Elizabeth Bennet again. It would be nice to see someone that was attached to

my stay in Hertferdshire. I had such a wonderful time while I was there." His eyes travelled offat this last and a Darcy suspected that his feelings for the eldest Miss Bennet had not weakened

during their time apart. He would have to be sure to tell Bingley about his error as soon as

possible, but now was not the time. Now was the time to get to Elizabeth as quickly as possibleso that he might see her in friendly company before the dreaded Bingley sisters arrive.

"Of course Bingley; it is the least that I can do for you after delivering my sister to me safe andsound. Shall we go now or would you like to change?" Darcy shot Georgiana a pleading look

hoping that she understood.

However, it was Bingley that jumped at the question. "Oh, I am more than comfortable. If it is

pleasing to Miss Georgiana, I would like very much to see Miss Bennet as soon as possible. Yes,it would be most agreeable to go now. My carriage has not yet left the front circle". Bingley was

dashing out the front door before the others could answer their approval. "You there, Mr. Smith,hold on there Sir, please. My friends and I need your assistance just a little longer," he yelled to

the driver, "we need to go to Lambton immediately, thank you!"

Mr. Darcy laughed at his friend. Never before had he seen Charles in such a hurry to go

anywhere let alone with such authority. Had he not known Charles' heart, he might be suspicious

of him having feelings for his Elizabeth. However, Darcy knew well that his friend's excitementat seeing Miss Bennet was rooted in extracting any information that he could from her about her

older sister. Darcy cringed at the scolding he would have to endure from his friend when the

truth was revealed later. But it would all be worth it as it would at last release any hesitation thatElizabeth might have in accepting to be his wife. With that, the party set off for Lambton eachexcited to be acquainted with the lovely Miss Elizabeth Bennet.

&&&O&&&

Elizabeth was just coming down the street to the inn when the chamber maid called to her fromthe upstairs window.

"Beg your pardon, Miss Bennet, but there is a lady and two gentlemen waiting for you in theparlor."

"Thank you, Hannah." Elizabeth returned. "I will be there directly." Elizabeth's heart leaped withexcitement. She knew that the visitors were most definitely Mr. Darcy and his sister and she

suspected that the other gentleman was Mr. Bingley. As she entered the parlor, her suspicions

were confirmed.

Mr. Darcy practically shot out of his chair when Elizabeth entered the room. Her faced had been

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breeziness of Derbyshire. Darcy thought she was perhaps the most beautiful creature he had

every laid eye upon and he was instantly overcome with the desire to draw her into his arms and

never release her.

His piercing look was not lost on Elizabeth as she too became lost in his features. She had never

before realized how dark his eyes were and when he looked at her as he was now, she was surethat her knees would betray her and she would stumble to the floor unable to keep her balance.

No other man had ever had this effect on her and she was surer in this instance than ever that she

was lost. Whether he renewed his wishes to marry her or not, her heart was his and would neverbelong to another for as long as she lived.

Georgiana witnessing the exchange realized that she needed to help her brother out of his trance.As gently as she could, she cleared her throat and taking Darcy's arm said, "Brother, will you do

me the honor of introduction to your friend?"

Darcy realizing his near impropriety regained his composure. "What? Oh, yes, forgive me. Miss

Bennet, my sister Georgiana Darcy." The two ladies curtsied and smiled at one another. Darcycontinued, "I believe you are acquainted with Mr. Bingley." Elizabeth smiled and greeted

Charles, obviously happy to see him again. Darcy watched in amazement as Elizabeth conversedwith his sister and friend and was so grateful that she immediately put Georgiana at ease. She

will be a great influence on her indeed: a long overdue influence. Georgiana has been without a

mother for too long and although she and Elizabeth were more akin to sisters, Darcy was surethat Elizabeth's wisdom and good sense would be welcome by his sister.

Before long, Darcy realized his mission for coming and extended the invitation to Elizabeth fordinner at Pemberly and she happily accepted on behalf of herself and her Aunt and Uncle. With

that it was time for the party to leave. And although Darcy knew that he would be seeing his

lovely Elizabeth in only a few short hours, his heart was pained by the realization that he wouldhave to temporarily bid her farewell. Any moment spent out of her company was now sheertorture. He would have to ensure her affections this evening or he was not sure that he would

survive a day longer.

Unbeknownst to Darcy, Elizabeth was feeling the same as her visitors left the inn. A moment in

his light was like heaven to her, but once he was gone, she was again anxious. She knew that shewould not be happy unless she was near him, breathing his same air and close enough to touch

him. Although she would never dare break propriety, she did secretly wish for one more chance

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