by Maria Grace
“Such flattery will certainly ruin me sir. You must be careful lest you spoil me for other company.”
“Do not tell me other company fails to flatter you appropriately?”
She cocked her head and lifted her brow. “It is not seemly to flatter young women, or have you not been so told?”
“Had I been told, I would have ignored such foolishness. No accessory looks better on a young woman than a properly crafted compliment.”
“My mother would agree with you, no doubt. She always approves of whoever would complement her daughters.”
“A sensible woman to be sure.” How did he manage such an expression of sincerity?
No one had ever said that of Mama. She pressed her lips hard not to laugh.
“May I introduce you to my parents? Mama has heard my sisters speak of you and your fellow officers so often. She has been anxious to make your acquaintance.”
“I would not suppose to force a connection upon them.”
“Not at all. I assure you. You are too modest. They will be most pleased of it. I would be delighted to introduce you.”
“I dare not suspend any pleasure of yours. I shall be pleased for the introduction.”
Hill met them at the front door. Elizabeth bid her announce their guests to her parents. Hopefully Mama would find their visit sufficient reason to leave her chambers. She had scarcely time to call for lemonade and biscuits before Mama appeared on Papa’s arm at the parlor door.
Elizabeth sprang to her feet, but Lydia cut her off. “Look who we have brought to call. Lieutenant Wickham and Lieutenant Denny. We called upon Aunt Philips with them, and they walked us home.”
“I am pleased to make your acquaintance.” Mama curtsied.
“Indeed, sirs. The introduction is long overdue considering how your names have been attendant upon our meals these weeks now.” Papa sat in his favorite wingback near the fire.
Wickham rose and bowed. “You must forgive us for intruding upon your mealtimes uninvited.”
“Do not be silly, no one has been bothered by any such thing.” Lydia pulled his arm. “But what does bother me is the way Elizabeth monopolizes your company. It is a bad habit on her part. Mama you really must speak to her about it.”
Mama’s eyes grew wide, her brows disappearing under the lace of her cap.
Papa’s eyes twinkled, and he pressed his lips together. What was he thinking?
Mama stepped back and leaned out the doorway. “Hill, see refreshments are brought.”
Surely Mama must know she and Jane would not neglect such basic hospitality. Elizabeth bit her lip. At least Mama was out of her rooms.
The next quarter hour passed quickly with fresh biscuits and good humor for all. The officers left Mama’s improved humor in their wake, which Papa clearly approved.
“I think, Elizabeth you might have found a most singular cure to your mother’s ill health. Pray it continues when Mr. Collins returns from his constitutional.”
Mr. Collins’s return brought back Mama’s melancholy in even greater measure than before. Who would have imagined a quiet and contemplative Mr. Collins could be a trial to anyone, but he was to Mama. The letter that arrived shortly thereafter did nothing to improve Mama’s spirits. Worse still, the news of the departure of Netherfield’s tenants in favor of London unsettled Jane even more than Mama.
Jane felt certain it meant Mr. Bingley would never return to Meryton. How odd since Jane was usually the most positive sister among them. Truly though, he was so clearly in love with her that was hardly possible. Lizzy’s firm persuasion helped her put on a brave face for their dinner at Lucas Lodge.
Though neither Mama nor Mr. Collins deigned to look at or speak to Lizzy through the whole of the evening, they both seemed in better spirits for the outing. Even better, Mr. Collins spent the better part of the next day out of the house, returning only in time for dinner.
Something had happened that day—surely it must have. He was so different during that meal, so restive, yet almost smug. At least he would be gone soon, if not for very long, for he hinted, nay threatened, to visit them ere long.
What possible purpose could he have in such designs? Elizabeth bit her knuckle and watched Mr. Collins trudge upstairs for the last time on this visit. Perhaps he might return to court Mary. That would please both Mary and Mama and resolve everything very nicely.
On that happy thought, Elizabeth retired.
November 30, 1811. Meryton
Mr. Collins took leave of them early that morning with many bows and stiffly proper words of thanks for the hospitality shown him by Longbourn. Mama’s eyes brimmed, and her hands fluttered as she stammered encouragement for him to return soon, even going so far as to imply he should have hopes for a material change to have taken place in the hearts and minds of Longbourn when he returned. Odd, how he simply seemed to ignore that remark. It should have been pleasing that he did so, but instead it was rather ominous.
How pleasant was breakfast without the threat of Mr. Collins making an appearance and interrupting their conversations with remarks on Lady Catherine’s opinions; the grandeur of Rosings Park; or the comments of sermon writers on the proper behavior of young ladies.
Even better, Charlotte arrived shortly thereafter, ready for conversation. How strange, though, that she did not bring a work basket with her. Something about the crease in her brow, the way she carried her shoulders, something was definitely wrong.
“Would it be possible for us to speak alone for a few moments, in privacy?” Charlotte asked.
“Of course, perhaps a turn about the garden?” Elizabeth ushered her outside.
They blinked in the bright morning sun. The mild warmth of the day was just beginning to break the early chill left over from the previous evening. They headed toward the little wilderness. Charlotte was not much of a walker, and the trees, even though they were mostly brown and bare, would offer a degree of privacy without taxing her endurance too much. Many steps passed in silence.
“I can see something troubles you. Is everything well with your family?” Elizabeth bit her lip and steeled herself for bad news. Was Sir William ill?
Their skirts rustled against drying leaves, and small twigs snapped underfoot.
“Yes, yes, very well—quite well in fact. I fear though, I have some news that you may find disagreeable.” Charlotte wrung her hands, twisting her tan kid gloves as she did. If she continued, she might well ruin them.
“Best tell me quickly then, and preserve me from fretting over the nature of it.” Pray not let her say the thing Elizabeth had snickered about to herself before drifting to sleep last night.
“I know you will find this difficult to conceive.” Charlotte stopped and looked Elizabeth full in the face. “I am engaged to your cousin.”
“That is not possible!” That was probably not the correct thing to say.
“It is quite possible and entirely true. He came to me yesterday with an offer of marriage, which I have accepted.”
“But it was only just on Wednesday—” Elizabeth covered her mouth with her hand.
“That he made an offer to you. I am well aware. He made no secret of that to me.” Charlotte smiled a tight smile.
“You do not find it alarming he made a similar offer to you but two days later?”
“I have dwelt upon that truth, but I am satisfied in his explanation of being able to seemingly switch his allegiances so easily.”
“There is nothing seeming about it, it is exactly what he has done. Forgive me, my friend, but I am astonished at your having accepted him.”
Charlotte turned her head—probably so Elizabeth could not see her roll her eyes—and began walking again. “Why should you be surprised my dear Eliza? Do you think it incredible that Mr. Collins should be able to procure any woman’s good opinion because he was not so happy to succeed with you?”
In truth, the answer was a thousand times yes. No woman with any sense or dignity could accept such a man as he.
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“I can see what you are feeling. But when you have had time to think it over, I hope you will be satisfied with what I have done.” Charlotte wrapped her arms around her waist. “I am not romantic, you know. I never was. I ask only a comfortable home, and considering Mr. Collins’s character, connections, and situation in life, I am convinced that my chance of happiness with him is as fair as most people can boast on entering the marriage state.” Charlotte turned back toward Longbourn house.
“Undoubtedly,” Elizabeth whispered, not that she meant it, but it was a polite thing to say.
What a dreadful opinion Charlotte must have of marriage altogether. All this time, they had apparently not shared the idea it should be a bond built on mutual affection. To see Charlotte accept a man for no reason but worldly gain—did she even know her friend at all?
She squeezed her eyes shut, but the image of Charlotte in a matron’s cap beside Mr. Collins, with a line of children all looking like him impinged upon her. Could a comfortable home truly balance the daily humiliations of being attached to such a man? Did Charlotte have any real idea of what she had done?
Their walk back to the house was quiet save for the crisp leaves under their half-boots and a distant bird calling out its loneliness to any who would listen. Charlotte quickly took her leave, probably sensing rightly Elizabeth required time to ponder the unexpected turn of events.
How much time would it require to reconcile such an unfathomable decision? Would she ever be able to see Charlotte in a favorable light again?
Elizabeth took a slow turn about the garden alone, but no answers lurked among the autumn hollyhocks and gillyflowers. So, she brought her work basket into the parlor and joined Mama and her sisters. Mama sat in her favorite chair near the fireplace, pretending to sew whilst she regularly glanced at Elizabeth and sighed. Jane sat at the writing desk at the far side of the room pretending to write a letter. Mary stared at the same page of her book for no less than ten minutes pretending to read. Kitty and Lydia, though, were in better spirits, playing a board game at the table near the window.
Lydia talked more than played—enough words for two, maybe three young ladies. Hopefully that meant Elizabeth would not be called upon for some meaningful contribution to the conversation.
Pray let them not ask after Charlotte! What would she tell Mama? Should she say anything at all? Charlotte had not given her leave to share the news.
Hill appeared in the doorway. “Sir William Lucas, madam.”
Mama muttered and groaned, heaving herself to her feet. “Show him in.”
“Greetings and felicitations to you, Mrs. Bennet.” Sir William trundled in and bowed. “And Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth, Miss Mary, Miss Kitty and Miss Lydia. I come at the behest of my daughter, bearing great good news.”
Elizabeth grimaced; her stomach clenched. No! Not Sir William! Who was more perfectly crafted to agitate Mama with such news as he had to express? She cast about the room; there must be some way to stop him.
“Any good news for your family will be most welcome intelligence.” Mama’s voice turned brittle as the color left her face. “Do come in and allow us to share in your celebration.”
He opened his hands as if to display a treasure. “My dear Charlotte has charged me to bring you the news of her betrothal.”
“Betrothal?” Mama choked on the word and grabbed for the back of her chair.
Lydia looked at him over her shoulder and laughed. “Charlotte is engaged? To whom?”
“Please forgive my sister. We had no idea anyone was calling upon Charlotte.” Jane shot a bug-eyed glare at Lydia.
“I take no offense, none at all. It all came together most suddenly—entirely unexpectedly.” Sir William’s smile was decidedly ... polite.
“To whom is she betrothed?” Mama forced the words through gritted teeth.
“Why to your cousin, Mr. Collins, good madam.”
Mary snapped her book shut, pallor creeping over her face.
“Mr. Collins?” Mama’s voice tightened to a shriek, and she threw her head back, laughing. “I never took you as one for a humbug, Sir William, but you certainly have crafted a fine one.”
His eyes widened, and he took half a step back. Whatever reaction he had expected, this certainly was not among the possibilities. A full minute passed before he regained his power of speech. “Pray no, madam, there is no humbug at all. My news is entirely factual. Charlotte is betrothed to Mr. Collins.”
“That is simply not possible. He made an offer to my Elizabeth not three days ago. He could not possibly have made an offer to anyone else, much less your daughter, in so short a time.” Mama held her left hand behind her back and balled it into a fist.
How did he manage to contain his reactions and continue to be so polite? He continued to smile and insist, but Mama would hear nothing of it.
Elizabeth wrung her hands. “Mama, please, Sir William speaks the truth.”
Mama whirled on her. “What do you know of this?”
“Charlotte came to see me this morning. She ... she told me Mr. Collins made her an offer, and she accepted. Sir William is not at all mistaken.”
“That cannot be. You ... you are to be married to him ... not ... not ...” she waved a pointing finger toward Sir William.
Jane jumped to her feet and steadied Mama. “Please convey our best wishes and happiness to Charlotte and Lady Lucas. We ... all of us ... wish her joy.”
He dabbed his forehead with his handkerchief and bowed deeply. “Thank you, Miss Bennet.”
“Indeed,” Elizabeth stood, “we are very pleased for her and for Mr. Collins.”
“How can you say such a thing, Lizzy? Do not presume to speak for me. This is surely a mistake, and I cannot rejoice in it at all.” Mama shuffled from one foot to the other like an uneasy hen.
Sir William mopped his forehead again and slipped half a step back. “Forgive me, madam, but I am very sure of the discussion I had with the gentleman in question. He goes to Kent to prepare settlement papers directly.”
“Pray, Mama—” Lizzy sent her a pleading look.
“Mind yourself, Miss Lizzy. I told you I would never see you again, and I have little desire to see you or anyone now. Excuse me, Sir William, I am most unwell.” She flounced from the room, leaving a wake of gaping jaws behind her.
“Pray excuse our mother,” Jane stammered. Clearly she was searching for some way to cover Mama’s rudeness, but even a saint would find it difficult to create a plausible excuse.
“Do not worry, Miss Bennet. I know her delicate constitution makes it difficult for her to bear with unexpected news. Fear not, I am quite certain no offense is meant, and none is taken. If you will excuse me though, I have several other calls to make this morning on my daughter’s behalf.” He bowed and showed himself out.
Jane shut the door and stared at Elizabeth.
“Charlotte Lucas engaged to Mr. Collins?” Lydia bounced up from her seat and bobbed in front of Elizabeth. “How could you keep such delicious news to yourself? You are quite horrible keeping it secret.”
“Delicious news?” Mary’s voice broke. “I think it as terrible as Mama.” She threw her book on her chair and fled the room.
No doubt she would consider herself quite jilted and lovelorn now, though Mr. Collins had paid her no special regard.
Heavens, that was an ungracious thought!
“Perhaps we should go to Mama.” Jane bit her lip.
Hill appeared. “The missus calls for Miss Elizabeth.”
“See to Mary, I am sure she will need your comfort.” Elizabeth whispered as she passed Jane.
“She is in her chambers.” Hill tried to smile, but the effect was more of a grimace.
Just the place for another delightful chorus of “How could you refuse Mr. Collins?” What a charming way to spend the afternoon. She dragged her feet as long as she could, but eventually she arrived at her mother’s door, conveniently left open for her.
“Come in, and close th
e door.” Mama’s voice was thin and sharp as a winter wind. “Come to me. Do not hover near the door. I have no intention of shouting.” Whatever her intentions, there was little doubt this conversation would involve shouting at some point.
All the curtains were drawn, throwing the cluttered room into deep shadows. The bed and chairs were piled high with pillows; the press and small tables held bric-a-brac enough to keep the maids dusting for a lifetime. A bowl of dried roses fragranced the room with a dry, dusty sort of perfume that somehow felt very old.
“So it is true, Charlotte is to be married to Mr. Collins?” Mama beckoned in short, angry motions.
Elizabeth inched closer into the deep shadows. “That is what Charlotte told me. I have no reason to disbelieve her.”
“Then he is entirely lost to you girls.”
“It would seem to be the case.”
“I hope you understand what you have done, Elizabeth.” Mama’s cold flat voice chilled her more deeply than a snowstorm.
She pulled her shoulders back and clasped her hands behind her back “I refused a hopelessly unsuitable match.”
“How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child! We will all be in the hedgerows because of you.” Mama pointed at her, hand shaking.
“I hardly think—”
“Indeed, indeed, you do not consider anyone but yourself. You seek only your pleasure for today without regard for the situations of others and for the reality of their future. I am heartily ashamed of you. Ashamed.”
She said the word so easily. Had she any notion of how deeply it cut?
“You shirk your duty to all of us and for what? For what? I do not understand.”
Elizabeth swallowed hard, blinking rapidly to ease her burning eyes. “If you do not understand, then I cannot possibly explain it to you.”
“Do not be snippy with me, Miss Lizzy. When I was your age, I knew my duty, and I did it by becoming Mrs. Bennet as soon as I possibly could. I have never regretted it, at least not until today, as I am forced to look upon the cake you have made of everything. How are we to live when your father is dead? Answer me that!”