Darcy and Fitzwilliam: A Tale of a Gentleman and an Officer
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Authors: Karen Wasylowski
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Copyright (c) 2011 by Karen V. Wasylowski
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Wasylowski, Karen V.
Darcy and Fitzwilliam : a tale of a gentleman and an officer / by Karen V. Wasylowski.
p. cm.
ISBN 978-1-4022-4594-7 (alk. paper)
1. Darcy, Fitzwilliam (Fictitious character)--Fiction. 2. Male friendship--Fiction. 3. England--Social life and customs--19th century--Fiction. I. Austen, Jane, 1775-1817. Pride and prejudice. II. Title.
PS3623.A8683D37 2011
813'.6--dc22
2010047161
This book is dedicated to
the love of my life,
my best friend and fiercest champion,
my better half,
my Richie
"I assure you, I feel it exceedingly," said Lady Catherine; "I believe nobody feels the loss of friends so much as I do. But I am particularly attached to these young men; and know them to be so much attached to me!--They were excessively sorry to go! But so they always are. The dear Colonel rallied his spirits tolerably till just at last; but Darcy seemed to feel it most acutely, more I think than last year. His attachment to Rosings, certainly increases."
Lady Catherine de Bourgh
Pride and Prejudice
Volume II
Chapter XIV
1813
1813
The two men stared off in different directions, making their awkward final good-byes to each other. They were, in appearance and comportment, as dissimilar as two men could be.
Though both were exceedingly tall, Fitzwilliam Darcy, the younger by nearly two years and a gentleman, was dark and handsome, elegantly dressed in the finest coat and neck cloth, breeches, and boots. His air was one of a man of elegance and breeding, his demeanor of a man three times his age: heavy, solemn, serious, and levelheaded. He was also shy to the point of seemingly rude indifference. The owner of one of the largest and wealthiest estates in England, inherited by him at the grand old age of twenty-one and then doubled, he had achieved his great success at the expense of his youth.
The elder of the two men, Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam, was bulkier, barrel-chested, and slightly rougher looking, dressed in his unkempt colonel's uniform. An uninhibited joy of life exuded from him. He was like a large, gangly puppy, a happy, wild spirit trapped within a respectable soldier's body. What he lacked in physical beauty he more than made up for in character, the magnetic center of anywhere he went and of everyone he knew. A second son, he had bought his commission into the army near the beginnings of the crusade to rid Europe of Napoleon. The past nine years of that devastating war had made him snatch life and laughter wildly, wherever and whenever he could.
Where the younger cousin was cautious to the point of being a recluse, the elder cousin was exuberant to the point of indiscretion. Each had adapted to his circumstances, impelled by an unconscious and very human bid for survival.
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"Darcy, I cannot tell you how badly I feel about this business with Miss Bennet. If you had but told me of the depth of your feeling for her, I would have backed off. I would not have flirted half so much, and I wouldn't have wagged my tongue so carelessly." Feeling a bit guilty now for his actions Fitzwilliam leaned against the bureau in his cousin's room watching as that man packed the remainder of his clothes. It was evident that his dearest friend and cousin was devastated over Miss Elizabeth Bennet's refusal of his marriage proposal. Worse yet for the colonel's conscience, her refusal had been in part based on his own gossipy revelations regarding the destruction of her beloved sister's romance through Darcy's intervention.
Darcy looked out through his bedroom window, across his aunt Catherine's immense estate, Rosings Park, his intense gaze cast in the direction of the vicarage where Miss Bennet was visiting; reluctantly he returned his attention to his packing. Her emotional reaction haunted his thoughts. In her judgment, his very character was wanting to such a degree that she could never marry him, and worse, he was no gentleman. Her words stung his pride and his honor; her rejection caused him to question values he had regarded as inviolate.
"It's done and over, Fitz." The solemn young man sighed as he snapped his valise shut and then dragged it from the bed. "I'm sure I shall survive." But his eyes were hooded and hollow, his shoulders drooping a little too low for the light weight of his bag. "This was a bleak Easter visit, though, I must confess."
"Let me go over there one more time and speak with her; she may have returned by now. I can't help but think that if you were willing to confide in her about Georgiana and Wickham, she must mean a great deal to you."
"Leave it, Richard. It just wasn't meant to be." Darcy placed his bag on the floor and checked his pocket watch. "Besides, I think you have more important worries than my love life at the moment." He looked at his cousin, his hands clasped behind him, his weight casually resting on his back leg.
The two were like brothers, closer really, and had been each other's best friend and arch rival their entire lives. One was returning to his solitary existence in the country, the other to war.
"You're going straight to it, then?" Darcy searched his cousin's eyes, frightened for him, amazed at the man's calm. Nine years of campaigns, and he was still alive with all his limbs, a monumental accomplishment in this never-ending battle with France.
"Yes, I go immediately to join my regiment in Spain, but I believe the decider will be farther north. I'll see Wellington upon my return, and then I'll know better what's to come." He smiled brightly at his cousin, but the cloud of an unknown future for both men had already begun to overshadow their eyes.
"How do you get through it, Fitz?" Darcy asked as he stepped forward to take Fitzwilliam's hand to shake.
"Prodigious amounts of liquor, brat." Fitzwilliam pulled his cousin to him and, ignoring any reticence he might encounter, proceeded to give him a great manly hug, and although Darcy was not normally a demonstrative man, he returned the hug unashamedly, steeling himself once again to the possibility that his cousin might not return from this fight.
Pushing away, suddenly somewhat embarrassed by his emotions, he grinned. "Oh, that reminds me. Aunt Catherine told me to discreetly remonstrate with you on exactly that point. Seems she feels you drink far too much, and I'm to explain the evils of overindulgence to you."
Fitzwilliam let out a loud hoot of laughter. "Poor old soul would faint if she knew the half of what I do in excess."
"Well, consider yourself told." Darcy smiled warmly at him. "But for my part, whatever gets you through this safely and in one piece, I say go ahead."
The servants came for their luggage as the two men headed down the staircase, waiting a moment as they watched the odious clergyman, Mr. Collins, run from the house, his face contorted in a silent scream, his daily interview with their aunt Catherine evidently over.
"Actually, Darcy, I have a good feeling about you and Miss Bennet. I think she and you will eventually suit perfectly." Fitzwilliam chuckled at his cousin's groan.
"You just will not let this lie, will you?" Darcy said, his voice showing his exasperation.
"Well, no. Not now that I have the satisfaction of knowing it will annoy you so much." Fitzwilliam grinned mischievously. "Surely after all we've been through together, you know me by now."
Darcy's shoulder was leaning on the closed door, his hand grasping the doorknob to their aunt's sitting room, as they hesitated for a moment to rally their courage for one last bout with the Grande Dame of their family before they left.
"In that case, I'm afraid I will have to tell Catherine about your sudden and sad addiction to opium."
"Why, you lying bastard. You know I'd never touch that horrid stuff; she'll attack me like a mad ferret!"
Darcy smiled wickedly as he opened the door, calling out, "Aunt Catherine, I have shocking news for you!"
Fitzwilliam slapped the back of his little cousin's head as he entered the room behind him.
A Gentleman
1815
His years are young, but his experience old;
His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe;
And in a word (for far behind his worth)
Come all the praise that I now bestow,
He is complete in feature and mind,
With all good grace to grace
A gentleman.
--William Shakespeare