Elizabeth Bennet's Excellent Adventure: A Pride and Prejudice Vagary

by Regina Jeffers

  My sister Jane remains in London with our aunt and uncle. If Mr. Bingley resides at his London address, I am certain Miss Bennet would thrive under the gentleman’s attentions.

  E. B.

  “That is all,” Darcy grumbled.

  He turned the page over thinking something must certainly be amiss.

  “Why in bloody hell did Miss Elizabeth return to London so soon after my departure from Kent? Does she place Mr. Bingley’s return to Miss Bennet’s side as a contingency to our future connection? Why is Miss Elizabeth suddenly ‘pleased to accept my call’? What demme foolishness does the woman practice?’

  Darcy thought to ignore her summons, but when he returned to his ledger, the paper teased him from where he tossed it upon his desk. Taunted him. Coaxed him.

  “I can never refuse an intriguing puzzle,” he grumbled as he took up the letter again. “I must be a glutton for misery to permit the woman’s manipulations.”

  With a sigh of resignation, Darcy rose to summon his man. He must call at the house Bingley let in Town. Darcy prayed Miss Bingley remained in the country with her older sister. It would take all of Darcy’s persuasion and likely a well overdue confession to convince Bingley to take up his pursuit of the eldest Bennet daughter, but Darcy would risk losing Bingley’s acquaintance if it meant he might maintain a hope of claiming Elizabeth Bennet to wife.

  * * *

  He did not provide Bingley a full confession for Darcy considered the possibility his friend would not accompany him to Gracechurch Street, and Darcy suspected Bingley’s appearance would please both Bennet sisters. He did explain to Bingley that he and Miss Elizabeth argued over whether Bingley meant to break Miss Bennet’s heart by withdrawing from Netherfield when Darcy and Elizabeth connected in Kent.

  “I would never act so cruelly,” Bingley protested.

  “If you wish to reclaim your acquaintance, I have it on reliable information that Miss Bennet and Miss Elizabeth temporarily reside with Mrs. Bennet’s brother in Cheapside. Miss Elizabeth explained as such before I departed Rosings Park,” Darcy said with false calmness.

  “Then we must make our addresses,” Bingley said with an energy long absent from his friend’s demeanor.

  Likely when Miss Bennet told Bingley of Caroline’s snub when Miss Bennet called upon Miss Bingley, Darcy’s friend would hold second thoughts regarding their association, but Darcy would face that dilemma when it occurred.

  At length, Mrs. Gardiner’s servant showed them into the parlor, and Darcy bowed before Elizabeth’s aunt. Surprisingly, it was a flush of color upon Elizabeth’s cheeks and the smile turning up the corners of her lips, which caught at Darcy’s heart.

  * * *

  “Mr. Darcy. Mr. Bingley,” Elizabeth said with what sounded of perfect calm, but she was anything but calm. “Please permit me to give you the acquaintance of my aunt Mrs. Gardiner. Aunt, may I present a gentleman from Derbyshire, Mr. Darcy, and Mr. Bennet’s nearest neighbor in Hertfordshire, Mr. Bingley.”

  “Gentlemen,” her aunt said graciously. “How kind of you to call upon our household. Permit me to send for refreshments.”

  “It is you who are kind to receive us without notice, Ma’am,” Bingley said with his typical amiability. “When I learned from Darcy of Mr. Bennet’s daughters being guests in your house, I insisted we renew our acquaintance. I pray you will not think us too presumptuous.”

  “Never so,” Elizabeth added quickly. “You are most welcomed.”

  “Please be seated,” Aunt Gardiner gestured to a grouping of chairs. It did Elizabeth well to observe how Mr. Bingley claimed the seat closest to Jane. Perhaps things would progress in that matter.

  As to the other gentleman, Mr. Darcy came as she knew he would, but how was she to explain to the man that he must save her honor with another proposal.

  “I would recognize you anywhere, Mr. Darcy. You have the look of your late father,” her aunt remarked as Elizabeth rang for tea to be brought in.

  Mr. Darcy’s response spoke of the gentleman’s surprise.

  “You were familiar with my father, Ma’am?”

  “My aunt fares from Lambton, Mr. Darcy,” Elizabeth explained.

  “My father was Mr. Montgomery, the surgeon,” Aunt Gardiner added.

  Mr. Darcy nodded his understanding.

  “I am familiar with your family, Ma’am. You lost Mr. Montgomery some years past.”

  “Nearly five years,” Aunt Gardiner replied sadly. “Along with my eldest brother. They attempted to save a family caught in the river’s rising waters after a terrible storm and lost their lives.”

  “God moves in unexplained way, Mrs. Gardiner,” Mr. Darcy said with what sounded of genuine sympathy. “I am sorry for your loss.”

  Her aunt bowed her head graciously.

  “Let us speak of more pleasant things. Elizabeth tells me you were recently in Kent, Mr. Darcy.”

  And so the next half hour passed in harmonious conversation. It pleased Elizabeth to observe Mr. Bingley’s tender gestures toward Jane and Mr. Darcy’s genuine care of Aunt Gardiner’s reminiscences. But such was not the reason Elizabeth asked the gentleman to call upon her.

  “Mr. Bingley,” she addressed Darcy’s friend rather than the man himself. “Perhaps Jane and I might show you and Mr. Darcy Aunt Gardiner’s prize roses. It is a pleasant day.”

  “I would enjoy the opportunity to praise Mrs. Gardiner’s gardening skills,” Mr. Bingley replied with a wide smile.” “What of you, Darcy?”

  Elizabeth was glad to hear the gentleman acquiesce.

  Out in the spring sunshine, Elizabeth walked in silence beside Mr. Darcy. It did not surprise her when Mr. Bingley directed Jane’s steps toward the rose arbor.

  Mr. Darcy nodded in the direction of his friend.

  “If your sister still wishes the match, it is hers to claim.”

  “Did you explain your perfidy in Mr. Bingley’s unexpected withdrawal from Netherfield?” Elizabeth asked with more sharpness than she intended.

  Mr. Darcy shrugged his response.

  “Not completely, but I will. Today I feared appearing on your doorstep without Mr. Bingley in tow would earn me no favor.”

  “And you wished my favor, Mr. Darcy?” Elizabeth asked with an arched eyebrow.

  “I wished to learn of the urgency your note implied,” he corrected.

  Elizabeth gestured to a nearby bench. Once seated, she swallowed a deep steadying breath. She kept her eyes on her hands rather than to look upon Mr. Darcy’s countenance.

  “Needless to say, your letter brought me moments of unrest,” she began softly.

  “Unrest was not my objective,” Mr. Darcy assured. “I simply wished to clarify my actions, especially as to my conduct with Mr. Wickham.”

  “Mr. Wickham?”

  Elizabeth looked up in confusion.

  “There is little in the letter that speaks of Mr. Wickham, and nothing where your former friend is specifically named.”

  “You must be mistaken,” the gentleman insisted. “I disclosed the secret of Mr. Wickham’s attempted seduction of a member of my family and the shame he delivered to her door. I pleaded for your discretion, but I thought it important for you to know the truth.”

  Elizabeth’s irritation grew by leaps and bounds.

  “Mr. Darcy, if you offered my such confidences, you can be assured that I would never abuse them; however, there is a mistake, but not on my end. I reread the letter only this morning. It is as if we speak of two different missives.”

  The gentleman frowned in deep disapproval.

  “Would you please describe the letter you received?” he asked in what sounded of dread.

  Elizabeth could not keep the blush from claiming her neck and cheeks.

  “A lady cannot repeat such promises to a gentleman,” she said with a squeak in her voice.

  “Please, Miss Elizabeth,” Mr. Darcy pleaded.

  Elizabeth looked away in embarrassment. She could not understand why Mr. Darcy mean
t to torment her. She shook her head in the negative as another flush of color sped across her skin.

  Mr. Darcy spoke with sympathy.

  “Did the letter address my desire to cherish, adore, and protect you?”

  Elizabeth nodded in the affirmative this time, but she kept her eyes diverted from Mr. Darcy’s.

  The gentleman cleared his throat.

  “I must apologize, Miss Elizabeth. I wrote more than one letter during the slow hours of the night. The first one, I burned because I spoke of Mr. Wickham in very unflattering terms. I fear my anger controlled my response. Upon second thought, I realized that particular letter was not fit for your eyes.”

  Mr. Darcy paused as if considering what to say next, and Elizabeth permitted herself several quick glances at his expression, but his features were unreadable.

  “I must confess,” he continued, “my emotions ruled my response to your refusal of my hand. I suspect the letter I presented you was my reasoning out what occurred at Hunsford Cottage. Again, the letter was never meant for anyone’s eyes but mine.”

  Elizabeth admitted, “Many write of their anger. Mr. Bennet does so. I have witnessed my father scratching out a rant only to toss his efforts into the nearest grate.”

  “The letter where I offered what I hoped was a logical explanation for my involvement in Bingley’s affairs and a recitation of my connection to Mr. Wickham and my turning from my former associate remains in my travel case. It grieves me that my lack of forethought exposed you to my baser side. Please forgive me.”

  Elizabeth looked upon him for Mr. Darcy spoke of his earnest contrition.

  “I am not a wilting flower, Sir,” she declared. “And although I knew shock at the familiarity with which you spoke, your words provided me a mirror to your person.”

  Mr. Darcy grimaced in remorse.

  “Pray say the letter softened your heart on my behalf, rather than making you detest me further,” he whispered.

  Elizabeth was not certain she could admit the emotional turmoil his letter elicited.

  “I remain uncertain, Sir. I would appreciate a more thorough explanation in the near future of our sticking points. More importantly, a giving of my heart is not the reason I summoned you to Gracechurch Street.”

  “Then pray tell what did,” Mr. Darcy said testily.

  “Whether my heart is engaged or not is irrelevant,” Elizabeth declared.

  She wished her words held the truth, but she suspected Mr. Darcy’s passion invaded her soul.

  “Miss Lucas discovered the letter where I secreted it away when I returned to Hunsford Cottage. Mrs. Collins’ sister read part of the letter.”

  Mr. Darcy groaned in disapproval.

  “Miss Lucas assumed you meant the letter for Jane and the unworthy gentleman of which you spoke was Mr. Bingley. I immediately claimed the letter as mine. I could not…”

  Elizabeth broke off, but Mr. Darcy finished her thought.

  “You could not bear to see your sister forced into a marriage with an ogre such as I,” he said in sadness.

  Elizabeth protested, “Jane could not thrive with a man of your disposition. That fact is more than obvious. My dearest Jane accepts the foibles of others more kindly than I.”

  Since accepting Mr. Darcy’s devotion as a reality, Elizabeth did not think she could bear to observe another at the gentleman’s side, but she could not give voice to those feelings. They would make her too vulnerable, and they were too new.

  His lips twisted in irony.

  “Yours is an understatement of the extreme.”

  “My temperament is not to your liking, Mr. Darcy?” Elizabeth taunted.

  “Not so much your temperament, but I do not find your shrewish tongue brings me much pleasure,” he admitted.

  “No, I suppose not,” Elizabeth agreed.

  Mr. Darcy replied with a silent shrug, which left Elizabeth feeling a bit off kilter. She would prefer the gentleman would counter her assertions with words of praise. The Mr. Darcy of the letter and the one sitting beside her on the garden bench were quite in opposition.

  “I am assuming,” he said cautiously, “that Miss Lucas will spread news of our lack of propriety to your Longbourn neighbors.”

  Elizabeth surrendered to the pressing demand for a response, a response she considered for the last four days, but now that it became her time to agree, she held second thoughts.

  Even so, Elizabeth kept her unwavering focus on Mr. Darcy: He was truly a handsome man in the classical sense of the word. She could imagine him as a centurion of the Roman army. Swallowing hard against the panic claiming her voice, Elizabeth inclined her head in affirmation.

  “I thought…I thought since you previously proposed…”

  She could not say the words. What if Mr. Darcy changed his mind? What if the gentleman refused to see the necessity in their joining? Mayhap it would be better for Uncle Gardiner to speak to Mr. Darcy’s honor. Elizabeth did not tell her aunt and uncle of her dilemma for fear they would demand to read the letter and then think poorly of her.

  “You thought since I previously proposed,” Mr. Darcy said in kinder tones than Elizabeth expect, “that I would agree to save your reputation with a second offering of my hand.”

  “It sounds so sorted when said as such,” Elizabeth insisted.

  “A marriage of convenience is often sorted,” the gentleman observed.

  “Of convenience?” Elizabeth whispered.

  Shrouded in what felt of despair, her eyes looked up into Mr. Darcy’s expressionless countenance.

  “You do not affect me,” Mr. Darcy said baldly.

  “No,” she murmured. “But perhaps.”

  His frown deepened, not that Elizabeth could blame him. Cynicism colored his response.

  “I hoped for more than convenience,” he explained, “but I will not desert you, Elizabeth, if you will agree to accept my hand in marriage.”

  Shockingly, Elizabeth wished to hear him repeat the sentiments his letter held, but she supposed her earlier refusal hardened Mr. Darcy’s ardor.

  Noting Bingley’s return, Mr. Darcy whispered in rushed tones, “If you will permit me to escort you tomorrow, we will settled things between us then. Until that time, let us keep our counsels private.”

  * * *

  Claiming a prior engagement with is man of business, Darcy departed before Bingley. It stung Darcy’s pride to recognize the quick return of Miss Bennet’s regard for Bingley. Certainly he held culpability in Bingley’s withdrawal from the eldest Bennet daughter; yet, Darcy ached with the irony of the situation: He never deserted Elizabeth Bennet. Nothing or no one could convince him to do so, but although both he and Bingley would claim the women they adored, only Bingley would know his lady’s affections.

  “Unfair,” he grumbled as he dismounted before Darcy House. Darcy tossed the reins to a waiting groom and glanced up to his Town residence.

  Could he make Elizabeth Bennet the mistress of this property and of Pemberley? Could he spend a lifetime with the woman at his side and never know the perfection of her heart? Could he enjoy the lilt of Elizabeth’s laugh, the sharpness of her wit, and the pleasure of her body beneath his without the love he coveted?

  “Better than the alternative of taking another to wife,” Darcy told his foolish heart. “Even a marriage of convenience to Elizabeth Bennet is infinitely preferable to a lifetime of wondering if she is well and happy with another. You will not possess all for which you wish, but a bit of heaven trumps the hell out of a lonely heart.”

  Chapter Three

  Darcy steeled himself against the necessity of the conversation.

  “You considered our situation thoroughly, and it is your wish we join our lives?”

  They strolled through one of the more private parks. Darcy left his curricle with his groom while he and Elizabeth sought the anonymity found among the tree-lined paths.

  “I have,” she said solemnly.

  They walked in silence for several minutes, each
lost in his thoughts.

  “Although it is far from propriety’s rules, I must speak honestly, Miss Elizabeth,” Darcy spoke of his greatest fear in their union. “Even if ours is a marriage of necessity, I will expect you to remain loyal to our vows. I desire you by my side and in my bed. I do not wish you to think ‘convenience’ means we will travel separate paths.”

  He noted a blush claimed Elizabeth’s cheeks, but she did not withdraw her hand from his arm.

  “I understand.”

  Elizabeth’s eyes remained downcast, and Darcy wondered if she held hopes of accepting his name without her wifely duties.

  “You have yet to accept my proposal, Miss Elizabeth,” Darcy said without the emotional upheaval streaming through his veins. “If you choose not to join our lives, I will still attempt to protect you. At a minimum a settlement to your father to secure your future to another would be in order. It was my pride which created this predicament.”

  This time, the lady did react to his bold assertion: Elizabeth pulled him to a halt.

  “You would tempt my father with a settlement, Mr. Darcy?” she snapped. “You mean to make my claims on you disappear?”

  Darcy did not respond immediately. Instead, he directed their steps along a secondary path and from earshot of the main lane. At length, recognizing the privacy he desired, he responded.

  “Such is not my wish, Miss Elizabeth,” he protested in a harsh whisper. “I spoke my fondest wish at Hunsford Cottage, as did you. You quite elegantly announced your disdain for me, and now, less than a sennight later, you approach me regarding the need to marry. In truth, I know not what game you play. If you wish a different course other than to be the Mistress of Pemberley, I will see you to it. Yet, if you persist in the idea of marriage, you must know the reality of our joining. I will not have you dreaming of another when you are in my embrace.”

  Darcy experienced a twinge of guilt for he considered acting as such with another woman if he could not claim Elizabeth to wife. He would be dreaming of kissing Elizabeth’s sweet lips while siring an heir for Pemberley with another.