Authors: Alexa Adams
“Must a lady accept every offer that comes her way?”
“It depends a great deal on the lady, Mr. Bennet! Or the offer, I suppose. I hope a daughter of mine knows better than to say no when an unexceptional man proposes, unless she is secure of a better one. What a notion!” and she shuffled off to regale Hill, a far more receptive party, with her thoughts on Lydia’s exclusion and Kitty’s prospects. Mr. Bennet was left alone to reflect on his wife’s current state of temper.
Mrs. Bennet, ever since learning it was key to Mr. Darcy’s happiness, had become very good at containing her over exuberant behavior in public, but in private she had grown steadily more frenzied. Mr. Bennet had first attributed the change to the lack of other ladies in the house, especially as the situation seemed to have worsened since the Bingley’s left Netherfield. It was perfectly understandable that she should be lonely, having been used to always have her daughters at hand, and he, by way of a cure, encouraged her to visit any hospitable relations as often as possible. But every happy event seemed to upset her, giving her more cares and worries to dwell upon than joy. The birth of their first grandchild had exposed Lady Catherine de Bourgh, of all people, to a fit of nerves that Mr. Bennet blushed, as far as he was able, to remember, particularly as Lady Catherine chose to remind him of it so often.
However nonsensical Mrs. Bennet might behave, her husband never ceased to be amazed by the depth of her perception, though revealed only thoughtlessly. Her last words on this occasion caused him pause, forcing him to take greater regard of his forth daughter. He feared he knew her character the least of his brood, as her former tendency to follow Lydia in everything led him to pay little attention to her. It was a mistake; he knew that now. Since falling into Miss Darcy’s sphere of influence and leaving Longbourn for Mrs. Rivers’ establishment, Kitty had distinguished herself as a young lady of far more depth than he had formerly suspected, excelling in all her subjects and making the most of her opportunities. All this reflected very well, as did the affection she had earned from the Darcys. He sincerely hoped that Kitty never was forced to reject a gentleman deemed worthy by her mother, for it was a trial under which he knew not how the sensitive Kitty would fare, and he had no desire to find out. One thing was certain: the uproar incurred by such circumstances would be a horrid disruption to the peace and serenity he was so stridently trying to grow accustomed.
Mr. Simon Brooks had only been in town for a week when he ventured forth for an evening at Covent Gardens. He had expected the play to be his main source of entertainment, not being the sort of gentleman who enjoyed the theater only for the sport of socializing with and gossiping about the other members of the audience, but upon entrance of a blonde vision of loveliness, his interest in the drama was entirely overthrown.
“Who is that?” he inquired of his companion.
“Miss Georgiana Darcy. Quite a beauty, is she not? The man who claims her hand will be a lucky one, that I promise.”
“How come?”
“Why, my dear Simon, she has a fortune of no less than thirty thousand pounds, let alone a bevy of accomplishments.”
“I’m not sure I care much for the fortune, but she is scholarly,
you say?”
His friend laughed. “Not so much of a blue stocking to interest you, I’m afraid, but by all means, go introduce yourself! Never any harm in testing the waters, you know!”
So it was that at intermission Mr. Brooks presented himself in Lady Catherine de Bourgh’s box, the Darcy ladies’ hostess for the evening. He presented his card and was gratified by a warm welcome.
“Mr. Brooks! Of course, you are Cordelia Fitzroy’s son. There are few among the dead whom I miss so much!” declared the forthright Lady Catherine, who numbered her own late husband amongst those less mourned.
“It is good of you to remember me, Lady Catherine. Surely it has been at least fifteen years.”
“If not twenty, but you are the precise image of your father. I would know you anywhere. This is Mrs. Darcy, Fitzwilliam’s wife, of course, and I do not believe you would have ever met Miss Darcy.”
“No, I have never before had that pleasure,” he said with a deep, particular bow. In some, such behavior might seem the practiced arts of the rogue, but Simon Brooks’ every action spoke to his sincerity. Georgiana blushed deeply, while Elizabeth Darcy’s eyes sparkled with amused delight, quite aware that she was witness to the possibility of romance.
“You are Sir James Stratton’s neighbor, are you not?” Georgiana queried.
“Yes! Sir James is my very dearest friend,” he enthusiastically replied.
Georgiana laughed, feeling far more at ease than she expected to, Elizabeth’s approving nod giving her courage. “I remember hearing him speak of you fondly, Mr. Brooks, though it has been some time since we last saw him. Your boyhood must have always been most exciting together.”
“He never could abide a dull moment,” he nodded in agreement. “Did you ever hear tell of the time he thought he had discovered how to fly?”
“No!” she giggled. “But I am not surprised.”
“We were quite young – he was maybe seven, so I would have been five – and had just learned the story of Icarus flying too close to the sun. James said he had better have used plaster rather than wax, and we went right to work on his own version of the wings. It took us two months before they were ready. I was to be the first to try them – James said he had to make observations – and we were on the roof of Teggington, ready to take off, when our tutor discovered us. Never was I so incensed with someone for saving my neck!”
“Oh my! Your poor tutor. When Sir James would visit Pemberley, I recall him being quite the bane of our governess.”
Lady Catherine and Elizabeth exchanged knowing glances as they observed Mr. Brooks and Georgiana fall into such easy conversation, stationing themselves at the far end of the box where they could discuss the matter unheard. “He is very handsome and seems perfectly agreeable,” declared Elizabeth. “Who is he?”
“Owner of Turnley – not the greatest estate in the county, as it is right next to Teggington, but his family is one of the oldest in Cornwall. The house was remodeled not thirty years ago and is quite comfortable. I believe Cordelia’s entire dowry went into it. He must have five thousand a year, perhaps a bit more if he has been an attentive landlord.”
“So he is perfectly unexceptional!” Elizabeth said with a smile, knowing that such a statement would provoke a contradiction from her companion, who obligingly frowned in response.
“It is not a great match for Georgiana. There would be those who would say she could do far better.”
“But you would not be amongst them, would you, Aunt Catherine?”
“Certainly not,” the grand lady bristled. “It would be a perfectly acceptable connection.”
“Excellent, for they do seem to like one another, do they not?”
“It is too early to say, but never mind about them, Elizabeth. I have something rather important to discuss with you, and I will not lose this opportunity while Georgiana is distracted,” she dictated, leveling an appraising eye at Elizabeth. “How are you feeling, my dear?”
Elizabeth, who was the picture of health, was a bit taken aback at the inquiry. “Perfectly well, I assure you. Do I seem ill?”
“No, Elizabeth. You are more plump and rosy than ever. Have you experienced a change in appetite?”
“I may have put on a few pounds,” she admitted, “but it is certainly due to Cook’s chocolate soufflé, which he has quite perfected.”
“My dear, must I be more explicit?” Lady Catherine whispered, bemused that the quick Bennet wit, which she so enjoyed, was proving so obtuse. “Is it possible that you are increasing?”
Elizabeth listened to the question in shock. For a moment or two she said nothing, considering her response. “I suppose it is possible, but I had not imagined it until now,” she blushed.
“So I see! You had best speak with Mr. Messling, if you are unsure.”
“I think that might be premature. I will wait a few weeks, and if the doubt remains I will seek his advice.”
“My dear, if I can tell, than it certainly cannot be premature,” Lady Catherine declared. “I am particularly observant of such matters. It was I who spotted your sister’s condition, you know, and correctly predicted the delivery month, but even I cannot see what is not there.”
“Oh! May it only be true!” she said excitedly, the notion of having a child beginning to take hold. “Fitzwilliam would be so delighted!”
Lady Catherine smiled benignly, quite delighted in her own right. “Yet you mustn’t say a word to him until you are quite certain. There are some things gentlemen need not know. When does he return from Bath?”
“We expect him Saturday. It just gives us enough time to refresh Kitty’s wardrobe before the Hamilton’s ball.”
“I still do not know why he must go away, just when I am in town,” Lady Catherine grumbled. “A servant could have conducted Miss Bennet, and I will be gone before he returns! I think it vey inconsiderate of Darcy to not have considered that this was just the time I was likely to come to town.”
Elizabeth concealed her amusement. “Kitty and Fitzwilliam have developed quite the close friendship. He cares for her just as he would Georgiana,” she explained.
“So were it Miss Lydia, a servant would have sufficed!” Lady Catherine complained. “I see where I stand in my nephews affections!”
“My dear Aunt Catherine,” Elizabeth laughed, “were it my youngest sister who was coming to us, sending Mr. Darcy to retrieve her would be like sending him to the slaughter. We must be thankful that Kitty can be relied upon not to talk his head off.”
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That she certainly could. Mr. Darcy and Miss Bennet, who was pleasantly surprised when her brother himself came to collect her, made for quite amiable companions. Kitty had spent a great deal of time at Pemberley since her sister married Mr. Darcy, and each was used to the ways of the other. It was her tendency to idolize all he did, a flattery which proved no barrier to his growing affection for her, while he steadfastly encouraged her friendship with Georgiana. It was through his suggestion that Kitty had spent the previous summer and winter holidays in their company, and it was he who had engineered her current good prospects. She would enjoy all the privileges of his house, the best attire money could buy, and have access to the best society. Furthermore, and unbeknownst to all but Mr. Bennet, Mr. Darcy had secured a small dowry on both Kitty and Lydia. Five thousand pounds would provide independence, should either lady ever require it, and the peace of mind that knowledge bought him amply justified the expense. A year of marriage to Elizabeth had taught Mr. Darcy much about the precarious situation of the impoverished gentlewoman. It was not that he did not know what hardships such a lady faced before, but Elizabeth had helped him understand the fearfulness of her predicament. The idea that Elizabeth might have been reduced to such condition was a nightmare that haunted him whenever he considered how near such a fate could have been hers. Were he ever to have a daughter of his own, he would take extra care to protect her rights. Never should she have to fear for the future.
Sir James arrived in London with an easy heart, none of the ladies his aunt had introduced him to having made the slightest inroads to its recesses. If the image of a beguiling nymph continued to haunt his memory, he exhibited no signs of the strain. His first outing in the metropolis took him to the house of his closest friend, Mr. Simon Brooks, early enough in the morning to interrupt his breakfast. Mr. Brooks was, as always, delighted to see Sir James, though upon hearing that he came directly from Somerset, was conscience stricken enough to immediately offer up his sincere apologies.
“I had no notion your injury would induce in Mrs. Westingham a fit of matchmaking, James. I assure you I did not!”
“How you could not have is beyond me, you knowing her nearly as well as I do.”
“Well, if I had thought about it, I might have suspected, but I really only mentioned your accident casually. She asked how you were!”
“And you had no choice but to respond candidly. I do understand, Simon. Even if you were not the most honest of fellows, I really can’t blame you for seeking an ally in your efforts to lure me to town, and the tale you had to tell of my unsuccessful attempts to break Thor was sure to do the trick. Well, here I am, ready to do my duty and find a lady tolerable enough to marry. How do your efforts proceed in that quarter?”
“I am glad you are here,” Mr. Brooks replied sincerely, “though I in no way admit to the level of connivance you suggest. There is a lady, you see, who I think far more than tolerable. I must have your opinion of her.”
This confession brought forth a huge smile upon his always amiable face, an expression that quickly elicited an equally broad grin from his friend. “My word, Simon, you do work fast! Do I know the lady?”
“Yes, I believe you do, though it has been some years since you
last met.”
“Well? Who is she? Do not leave me in suspense!”
“Miss Darcy. Georgiana Darcy.”
“Georgiana? Of course I know her! We played together as children, as you must well know. I believe I terrorized her with a frog once.”
“Yes, she mentioned something of the sort.”