The Secrets of Darcy and Elizabeth: A Pride and Prejudice Variation

by Victoria Kincaid

  “I agree.” Darcy said immediately.

  “Good! I was concerned you would not want to wait until we could visit Longbourn.”

  “No. I have robbed your father of his chance to consent to the match—”

  “We have robbed him. It was a decision we both made. And I am of age.”

  “I stand corrected. But, he cannot consent, nor can he give you away. I think we should do him the courtesy of telling him first. Except that I would like to tell Georgiana.”

  “Of course! I am so looking forward to meeting her.”

  “She will love you,” Darcy predicted confidently.

  “I hope so.” Elizabeth fell silent as she tried to bring order to her jumbled thoughts. “It will be difficult when we get to London. I shall have to go to the Gardiners and you to your home.”

  “Only for a couple of days and then we can leave for Hertfordshire. Perhaps a few days’ time will be beneficial. If we appear in public, the ton will assume I am courting you.” He smiled rather whimsically at the thought. “We can establish the notion that I am showing you favor, so the news of our marriage will not come as such a shock.”

  Elizabeth nodded. “That is an excellent plan.”

  “Just about no one knows how I feel about you, so we may benefit if they receive a little warning.”

  “If only we had time to do that in Hertfordshire,” she said with a sigh. “I am afraid you will encounter many people at Longbourn who believe that I detest you.”

  “Including your father?”

  “Yes.” She regarded him apologetically.

  “I have to confess, Elizabeth, when I was younger and envisioned asking for a young woman’s hand, I never imagined a father who would be less than pleased.” His smile was ironic.

  She laughed. “No, I would suppose not. But to his credit Papa is less concerned about material advantage than with my happiness.”

  He raised her hand to his lips. “That is something we have in common.”

  “Any disapproval on his part will pass with time,” she predicted. “Once he knows what a fine man you are, he will appreciate you.” Darcy fixed his gaze on the horizon and hoped that she was correct in that assumption. He would be taking her far away from her family, he did not want to create a rift with them as well.

  They arrived at Dover around dusk. After Darcy thanked the captain and paid him well, they stepped onto British soil with a great sense of relief. Darcy hired some boys to carry their trunks to a nearby inn he had frequented before. Fortunately the innkeeper had available a pleasant room with attached sitting room that was quite cozy. As they readied themselves for bed, Elizabeth thought with regret that this would be their last night together for at least a couple of days. While she hoped that their families would be happy for them, she knew that they would likely encounter some anger and disappointment. These days together, isolated from those cares, had been a very pleasant interlude. If only it go on forever!

  They woke early the next morning to hire a carriage to take them to London. Fortunately, it was not a long trip, and they found themselves pulling up in front of the Gardiners’ house on Gracechurch Street around mid-afternoon. The carriage came to a halt and Darcy gazed onto a very respectable looking townhouse, not at all what he pictured belonging to someone in trade. But then he had been very impressed by the Gardiners when he met them in Paris; they were well-informed, genteel people.

  Elizabeth peered out the carriage window at the townhouse and then back at Darcy. “I am going to miss you tonight.”

  “Only at night?” He teased. “I will miss you every moment of the day you are not with me.”

  “I will as well. But at night I will experience it most acutely.” She tilted her head up at him in a clear invitation. He kissed her deeply and thoroughly, mindful that this might be their last kiss for a while. He did not want to let her leave his arms, but eventually he loosened his grasp with great reluctance, opening the carriage door and helping Elizabeth out.

  As they approached the door, Darcy raised his hand to knock, but the door was suddenly opened by the mistress of the house, dressed in a bonnet and gloves to go out. Mrs. Gardiner started for a moment, but then cried “Elizabeth!” and flung her arms around her niece. Her cries brought other inhabitants of the house and Elizabeth was soon encircled by her uncle and the Gardiners’ children.

  Darcy retreated to a corner, watching this scene of domestic bliss and musing that his family was seldom so exuberant. He supposed that once he might have found such a display lacking in decorum, but now he saw it as a touching demonstration of how much the family members cared for one another. Visions of enjoying such tranquility crowded his mind as he pictured Elizabeth at Pemberley surrounded by children.

  Soon Mrs. Gardiner had sent the children upstairs to resume their studies and ushered Darcy and Elizabeth into the house’s respectable, but not opulent, drawing room for some tea. Mrs. Gardiner could not stop smiling at Elizabeth. “We were so worried about you. We should never have left you behind in France.”

  Elizabeth shook her head emphatically, wanting to ensure they suffered no guilt over their actions. “No, Aunt, you made the right choice. I could not have borne it if you had stayed behind for me and been harmed in any way.”

  “Did my messages arrive?” Darcy asked as he settled into a chair near Elizabeth. “Did you know why our departure was delayed?” Occasionally during their return voyage he had expressed a concern to Elizabeth that his letters had been lost.

  “Yes, we did hear about Elizabeth’s illness. How are you feeling dear?” Mrs. Gardiner gazed on Elizabeth with concern.

  “I am well.” Elizabeth did her best to appear healthy.

  Mrs. Gardiner scrutinized her more closely. “You have lost weight! And you look so tired. Are you quite recovered?” Elizabeth nodded vigorously, but Darcy shook his head.

  “She may pretend otherwise, but Miss Bennet is still recovering and will need to rest here before she can travel to Hertfordshire.” He glared at Elizabeth sternly, but she merely returned an angelic smile, trying to convey that she would cooperate with his orders to rest. “But she held up well during our travels. I am no longer fearful of a relapse.” Darcy assured Mrs. Gardiner.

  “The newspaper has been full of terrible stories about English men being imprisoned in France,” Mr. Gardiner interjected. He was sitting on the settee next to Mrs. Gardiner, holding her hand. “I must say it caused us some concern. Did you have any difficulties?”

  Elizabeth exchanged a look with Darcy and then gave the Gardiners an expurgated account of their escape from Dunkirk. Darcy broke in at one point to explain that Elizabeth had used her illness as a reason she could not return to England alone. “That was quick thinking, Lizzy,” Mr. Gardiner said

  “Now, tell us of the rest of the trip. How did you leave Paris and how did you arrive at your friend’s house, Mr. Darcy? Elizabeth wrote us that you were helping her return to England, but she did not mention such a stop.” Mr. Gardiner’s words were polite, but Elizabeth could hear a hint of steel underneath. She was cognizant of how inappropriate it had been for the two of them to travel alone, but Darcy did not appear angry at her uncle’s suggestion that he had behaved improperly toward his niece.

  Elizabeth had warned Darcy that her uncle had a very strict sense of propriety. They had agreed they wanted to avoid lying to their families, but as Darcy told the story she noticed he skimmed over certain aspects of their journey, emphasizing their stay at a respectable clergyman’s house and not mentioning their lack of chaperonage. When he was finished, she discerned that Mr. Gardiner had more questions about Darcy’s behavior.

  Elizabeth regretted that her relatives were subjecting Darcy to such suspicion. Her uncle opened his mouth to voice another question, but his wife put her hand on his arm and he stopped. A look passed between them and Elizabeth’s uncle seemed to subside. Darcy’s face reflected the relief Elizabeth felt at the thought that the Gardiners would give them time to reveal the
ir relationship.

  Elizabeth sensed the need for a change the subject. “Now, tell us of the happenings in Longbourn. It seems like so long since I have been home, although it has not even been four weeks!” Her aunt and uncle exchanged a concerned look and Elizabeth felt her heart contract in fear. Whatever news they had to convey, it was not good. “Oh no!” she cried. “What has happened?”

  “Everyone at Longbourn is in good health, Lizzy. It is Lydia….” Mrs. Gardiner’s voice trailed off.

  Mr. Gardiner took over the story with the air of someone who wishes to put an unpleasant task behind him. “She left her friends in Brighton and ran off with an officer almost three weeks ago. We have been unable to locate her.”

  Elizabeth gasped and covered her hand with her mouth, trying to comprehend this dreadful news. “They eloped?”

  Her uncle shook his head. “As ill-advised as that would be, we do not believe they are married. Nor, at this point does it appear that he is in a hurry to marry her.” Elizabeth felt tears come to her eyes with each revelation, unable to bear all the implications of this news.

  Darcy, too, was shocked by this news. “Do you know the officer’s name? Where his family lives?”

  “His commanding officer said he had no family living. I believe he had some acquaintance with the Bennets when the regiment was in Meryton. His name is George Wickham.”

  Elizabeth heard Darcy’s hiss of indrawn breath and felt that all the wind had been knocked out of her as she peered up at her uncle through the tears swimming in her eyes. “Wickham! Oh, these are the very worst sort of tidings! How is such a man to be worked on?”

  “There are ways,” Darcy said evenly. Elizabeth buried her face in her handkerchief, thinking how he must regret having allied himself with a family that was experiencing such disgrace. Would he come to wish he had not married her? She had vowed that she would never give him reason to regret the decision. Unfortunately, she could do nothing about her family’s behavior. “What has been done to recover her?” Darcy asked Mr. Gardiner in calm tones, but Elizabeth knew him well enough to be aware of how distressed he truly was. This is the very worst sort of news! Why, oh why, could Wickham not have chosen someone else’s sister?

  “My brother came up from Longbourn for a week since we had some information they were in London and we searched for them.” Her uncle’s face was more troubled than she had ever seen him. “But we failed to discover them. We think they were in London, but recently one of his friends received word from a mutual acquaintance that they have left London to find cheaper lodgings. However we have no information about where they have gone. I have hired an investigator, but so far he has found no trace.” His face was a study in disappointment as Mrs. Gardiner gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

  “I may be of some assistance in that regard. I have had some dealings with Wickham in the past.” Darcy said, softly as if fearing to intrude. However, Elizabeth recognized the firm resolve underlying his words and knew her family would not be permitted to decline his assistance.

  “I did not know that!” Mr. Gardiner’s face registered his surprise. “Any help would be most welcome.”

  Elizabeth glanced over to find Darcy’s eyes intent on her, but she could not discern his expression. Was he indeed regretting their marriage? Why would he not? Lydia’s disgrace will be shared by the whole family. No one will wish to associate with us! He will want to leave the scandal behind him, but he cannot. At least, she consoled herself, no one knew of their marriage – giving the option of concealing it for the present so as to preserve his reputation. And he would have his sister’s reputation to consider as well; they were planning her come out for the following year. Elizabeth felt a sharp pang of regret over the loss of the bright future they had planned as fresh tears fell from her eyes.

  “How is everyone at Longbourn? How are they coping with this state of affairs?” Darcy asked the Gardiners.

  “My sister had a fit of nerves and has taken to her room, as is to be expected,” answered Mrs. Gardiner. “Jane writes that Mr. Bennet has shut himself up in his library and says little since his return from London.”

  The maid entered carrying a tea service. “How is Jane herself?” Elizabeth struggled to keep her voice as normal as possible while her aunt poured tea.

  “Of course, she does not complain on her own behalf, but I believe these circumstances weigh upon her,” her aunt replied. “Mr. Bingley was a great help to her in the first few days after the scandal broke, but then he had to return to London on business. She has not said so, but I think she fears he will not return to Netherfield.” Mrs. Gardiner handed a tea cup to Darcy, studiously avoiding his eyes. Of course, she knew Darcy was Mr. Bingley’s friend.

  Darcy was frowning in concern. Would this scandal be enough to frighten Mr. Bingley away from Jane just when it appeared that they were doing so well? Elizabeth had been hoping to return from France to learn that they had become engaged.

  Thinking some tea would calm her, Elizabeth picked up the teacup her aunt had placed in front of her, but her hands shook so violently she spilled tea in the saucer. She abandoned the endeavor altogether.

  “Perhaps I will see Bingley while I am here.” Darcy said. In this simple statement she heard an unstated promise to straighten Bingley out if he had fallen victim to his sisters’ fear of scandal. Perhaps he does not regret our marriage so much after all! Elizabeth gave him a warm smile. He seemed a little stunned by her approbation. Elizabeth sensed Mr. Gardiner’s attention on them and she turned her gaze to the handkerchief in her hands in an attempt to avoid betraying her affection.

  “I regret that we must give you such dreadful tidings so soon after your return from France.” Mrs. Gardiner’s tone was warm with concern.

  “I must return to Longbourn at once!” Elizabeth said with conviction. “They will need me at this moment of crisis.”

  “You cannot!” Alarm colored Darcy’s voice. “You are not well enough for any additional travel. You must rest here for some days.”

  Shaking her head vehemently, Elizabeth was about to protest when Mrs. Gardiner joined her voice to Darcy’s. “You are so pale and tired, Lizzy. And this news will undoubtedly make you feel even worse. There is little you can accomplish at Longbourn in any case. I would not have you jeopardize your well-being.”

  “But—” Elizabeth began. However, at that moment, the Gardiners’ housekeeper arrived to tell her master that a Mr. Harris had arrived to see him. “Ah, that is the investigator!” Mr. Gardiner said. “I hope he has good news. Please excuse me.”

  After he had left, Mrs. Gardiner tried to console Elizabeth with the thought that since Lydia had no fortune, Wickham must have some regard for her, but Elizabeth was not comforted. If Wickham did care for her sister, they would already be married. One glance at Darcy’s face told her he did not believe that Wickham would honor his promise either.

  Then the housekeeper returned, bearing the news that one of the children had a stomach ache and was demanding his mother. Mrs. Gardiner excused herself. In the doorway she glanced back at Elizabeth and Darcy a little apprehensively since propriety demanded they should not be left without a chaperone. However, her aunt must know they had been unchaperoned quite a bit in France. Apparently as a compromise, she left the door ajar and hastened away.

  Darcy was positioned about as far from Elizabeth as the room would allow and he watched tears trickle down her cheeks, burdened by the full weight of his guilt. How she must hate me at this moment. I could have prevented it all! Would she grow to resent being married to the man who had allowed her sister to fall into the hands of such a scoundrel?

  Her red-rimmed eyes turned to him and he felt a fresh wave of guilt wash over him. “I am so sorry, Elizabeth,” he said. “You must be so angry with me at this moment.”

  Her expression turned from distressed to puzzled. “Angry with you, why?”

  Relief flooded him at the thought that she did not blame him as much, perhaps, as he deserved.
“I am the one who allowed this to happen.”

  A small smile curved her lips. “You are? I thought you were in France at the time.”

  He stood abruptly and paced the length of the room. “But I could have prevented this!” He said bitterly. “If only I had been willing to lay bare my private affairs. I was too proud to reveal my family’s business to the world. If everyone had known Wickham’s true nature, this could not have happened.”

  “I am as much to blame as you. I could have revealed the truth as well.”

  “You wanted to protect my family’s privacy. That is completely admirable!”

  Unexpectedly Elizabeth gave a little laugh. “We could stand here all day trying to take blame, but perhaps that would not be the best use of our time.”

  He stopped as he considered this idea and then sighed. “Of course, you are right.” Watching her wipe her eyes with the handkerchief once more, Darcy was struck by the sudden revelation that she needed his comfort more than his self-recrimination.

  Crossing the room in one stride, he gathered Elizabeth into his arms. “My darling, I am so very sorry.” He kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair. “The entire time we were talking with your aunt and uncle, I was longing to hold you and provide what comfort I could. If they had not left when they did, I might have given into the impulse to hold you – and provide your uncle with evidence to chastise me.” He strove to keep his tone lighthearted in the hopes of lightening her mood.

  “I am the one who should be sorry,” she murmured as she cried against his shoulder. “I regret you are attached to a family in such disgrace! What will people think of you allying yourself with our family?”

  Is that what she truly believes? Darcy asked himself. How could she think that of me? Darcy pulled back a little so he could behold her eyes. “My love, there is nothing that could make me regret marrying you. Nothing!” His voice was rough and fierce with emotion. “Not even if you had four disgraced sisters!”

  Unexpectedly, this declaration caused her to sob all the more. Hopefully, Darcy thought, with relief.