The Darcys had danced the first four sets together as they knew Caroline had partners. Following their fourth dance, they rejoined Lady Matlock and her party for conversation. Elizabeth was admiring the steps of all the couples currently dancing, but was paying particular attention to Caroline.
“How is she faring, my dear?”
“What do you see, sir? Had we been able to practise this as Georgiana and I were able to do in the saloon, you should have your own opinions to express. But unfortunately a ball-room filled with couples is required to hone one’s skill at observing such scenes. Look, and tell me what do you see.”
He paused and watched Caroline and her partner. After some silence he said, “They are speaking together, with both contributing to the conversation.”
“Yes, and?”
After a pause, he said, “She looks less haughty, less supercilious.”
“Well done, my dear. Anything else?”
Another longer pause followed. “I do not know the gentleman, so it is not for me to say to what degree he is enjoying himself, but he does not look as though he wishes to run away because his boots are on fire.”
Elizabeth laughed at his humor. “Very good, Mr. Darcy. We should practise this again before Georgiana’s coming out. I can’t have you asking me to read the room at every ball!”
“You know I am much more proficient at reading ledgers, account books, and the reports from our stewards than I am at observing social cues amongst strangers.”
“Indeed, I do. What would Lady Catherine say? She would tell you to practise, my dear.”
Caroline had resolved to let London’s gossips do her work for her. She was not intending to tell every gentleman she met that evening about her travails shopping with Mrs. Darcy to fit up her saloon or meeting with the Darcys’ broker to search for her own establishment in Mayfield. She trusted in the efficiency and dedication of Mrs. Tipton! The final dance before the supper set had been claimed by Lord Brodrick. She had been unable to refuse the introduction or his request without relinquishing the rest of her dance card for the evening and so she had consented. This particular dance did not allow for much conversation between partners, but Caroline was still leery. His banter was smooth and intended to gain a woman’s trust. Silently thanking Elizabeth for her warnings, Caroline was not fooled. She demurred at his suggestion that they go out on the balcony to enjoy the breeze. And Mr. Buckworth came to claim his set the instant the dance with Lord Brodrick was complete. She thanked him for his prompt attendance and expressed her relief.
“Well, Lord Brodrick does have a certain reputation. You did not appear to be enjoying yourself during that particular dance as you had the others and it was not hard to understand why.”
Had Mr. Buckworth been watching her earlier dances? She did not know. They lined up with the other couples and their dance commenced. He moved well and was very attentive towards her. She did come to relate Mrs. Darcy’s warning about Lord Brodrick and lamented the custom of a lady being forced to sit out the rest of the evening if she declined a request to dance.
“Ah, so now I understand the Prince Regent’s rationale for cancelling our plans, he has secured space on your dance card for after the supper-set!”
Miss Bingley was completely disarmed at Mr. Buckworth’s levity and immediately forgot all about Lord Brodrick.
“Appearing at a ball without many acquaintances in attendance can make for a long evening, Miss Bingley. I accept these invitations because many past clients and likely future clients are here. Apparently the aristocracy selects their builders and other professionals based upon their elegance in the dance!”
Caroline laughed at Mr. Buckworth’s wit.
“Your business must be quite profitable, sir; for you do dance very well, but I am sure it is because of your excellent reputation.”
“I am fortunate to enjoy a good reputation in my profession. I was taught my craft by my father. But I learned a long time ago, with the aristocracy and the gentry don’t try too hard to impress. Some will like you, some will not; and it has little to do with your exertions to win their approval. In fact too many enjoy withholding their approval simply because it’s sought. Simply having your own self-assurance will serve you well.”
Caroline paused to look at Mr. Buckworth more carefully.
“You are the second person to say as much to me this week,”
“Mr. Darcy?”
Caroline smiled. “Mrs. Darcy!”
The dance had finished so Mr. Buckworth offered her his arm and then escorted her toward the dining-parlour.
“Miss Bingley, might I say that your necklace is quite beautiful.”
“Thank you, Mr. Buckworth. The stones are citrine, which is my birthstone.”
“I am not familiar with citrine, I am afraid. When is your birthday?”
“November the 5th. These stones were mined in Spain, where citrine is commonly found, although I bought these pieces in Bond Street. Citrine is said to calm tempers, soothe anger, and attract prosperity.”
“I have not seen you out of humor or angry, Miss Bingley.”
“I have had my moments, I can assure you. I am very fortunate to have an understanding family. And the Darcy family has been very good to me, as well. Can you tell me about your family, sir?”
Mr. Buckworth explained that he had two older sisters who were both married. His mother was long deceased, but his father still lived and worked in the north country, north of Liverpool. He was the only son.
The extensive dinner menu from Gunter’s was posted and sounded lovely. Everybody paid their compliments. The first course featured a turtle soup and was accompanied by cod fillets, roast partridge, ham, haunch of venison, and mince pie. The second course included roast duck, roast pheasant, saddle of mutton, mackerel, duck stuffing, Yorkshire Puddings, cheese tartlets, potatoes gratinée with cream sauce and cheese, and peas garnished with mint. Dessert featured a rice pudding with blackberry cordial, many different flavors of ices, and fresh fruit.
Mr. Buckworth escorted Caroline into the dining-parlour after their perusal of the menu and assisted her into her chair. She complimented the cook’s choice of turtle soup and he remarked that it was a delicacy he did not often get to enjoy.
“Is turtle a favorite of yours, Mr. Buckworth?”
“I do like it, I confess. I also prefer fish, shellfish, even oysters, though I know that is considered a poor man’s delicacy. And you Miss Bingley, do you care for seafood?”
“I do, but I also like pheasant, duck, and partridge. My father enjoyed shooting immensely when I was a girl, and our table regularly included game birds.”
Caroline had never mentioned her childhood to a man before. It called attention to her upbringing by a father in trade and she had always desired to leave behind that part of her family history. But Elizabeth was encouraging her to be more authentic with others in order to find a compatible match. And Caroline could admit that she did trust Elizabeth.
“I like a good pheasant or duck myself and enjoy when I can go to a shooting party. I actually met your brother Charles once whilst shooting at Pemberley, if I recall correctly.”
“I did not know that! Mr. Buckworth, you are full of surprises this evening. I just mentioned making your acquaintance when I last wrote to Charles and my sister-in-law, Jane. They have been touring Italy, but have returned to Barrington in Cheshire for Jane’s confinement. I am looking forward to seeing them again.”
“Well, Miss Bingley, I am flattered. I hope however, you did not mention my lapse in manners for coming upon you in the drawing-room without a chaperone,” he said softly.
“Mr. Buckworth, there was no lapse, it was simply a misunderstanding. My sister-in-law Jane is a kind and affable creature and very suited to Charles’ easy temperament. I am just recently become an aunt to a nephew and a niece! I am happy for them and I look forward to meeting the little ones.”
“Allow me to offer my congratulations. I enjoyed meeting your brother.
He seemed to be a friendly and obliging gentleman. And he was a better shot than I!”
Caroline laughed, “That does not surprise me to hear. My father took him shooting often as a boy. And Charles and Fitzwilliam do both enjoy shooting on their estates. Perhaps you shall be able to return to the north country for the activity again someday?”
“I would enjoy that.”
Caroline was having a most enjoyable evening. And she was becoming nervous. She had done no bragging. She had not insulted another woman all evening. She had shared stories about her childhood! What was happening? It could not be this simple! She reminded herself of what Elizabeth said. It was not about ensnaring a man but rather determining compatibility with him. If she truly wished to marry for affection then compatibility should be considered. She had met several interesting men that evening. Mr. Barton had said he hoped to see her again and perhaps their paths would cross. Mr. Grey was a very polished gentleman whose family owned considerable property, but they lived in Bath. As she had already met Mr. Buckworth prior to the ball, she felt their acquaintance was progressing well beyond an introduction. She was enjoying his company. Elizabeth had encouraged her to open herself to new possibilities. Mr. Buckworth was rich and lived in town. He was handsome with the physique of a vigorous man. He seemed intelligent and spoke well. And he made her laugh. But he was actively engaged in trade! Caroline calmed herself. Did she care about that any longer? Perhaps he gambled at cards for high stakes or perhaps he smelled. She needed to pay attention and leave her reverie.
“Mr. Buckworth, you may be unaware, but I have been shopping for a town house in Mayfair using Mr. Darcy’s broker. Mrs. Darcy has been accompanying me. Would it be too much trouble if I asked for your expertise on Thursday next? Mrs. Darcy and I are viewing two properties in the afternoon. I confess they are my two favorites thus far and I would like a professional opinion to assist in my consideration. Mr. Darcy assures me that you are both highly gifted and scrupulous in your profession. Would you be available to accompany us and offer your opinion?”
“I would be honoured, Miss Bingley. May I inquire what it is about these two properties that you like so much?”
“Well the location is foremost in my mind. I very much enjoy Mayfair, but I understand that its exclusivity makes it more expensive than other areas. One of the properties is larger than the other and I am not sure I need that much space. The smaller property is more expensive than the larger and I am not sure why. But both have a fashionable design and have very elegant fixtures. I have some understanding of what I need to do to fit up each property to suit my tastes and the expense involved. I need an opinion on the quality of construction and the condition. Mr. Darcy tells me that some builders economize at the expense of quality.”
“I understand and I agree with Mr. Darcy. Mayfair is very exclusive and has many fine houses. I enjoy its shopping and many opportunities for leisure. Do you think you shall enjoy being settled independently?”
“I think I would enjoy having my own home and being able to furnish it according to my own tastes. I do enjoy entertaining and the culture that London has to offer. And it would be a good opportunity to reconnect with old friends and make new ones. Charles wants to be certain it makes sense for me. His estate is in Cheshire. But I, of course, prefer London to Liverpool.”
“Well, I would be happy to assist in evaluating the two properties.” He smiled at her and Caroline blushed.
“Thank you, sir.”
Caroline conversed pleasantly with Mr. Buckworth and her other neighbor, Mr. Grey, with whom she had also danced, throughout the meal. She found each man charming, well-spoken, and well informed of recent news. She enjoyed herself, but found herself wondering if Mr. Buckworth was enjoying himself. Well that wasn’t it precisely. She wanted to know if he enjoyed spending time with HER.
The rest of ball was pleasantly spent in conversation and dancing and Fitzwilliam, Elizabeth, and Caroline all returned home to Darcy House quite exhausted. Caroline’s head was full of her evening.
After sleeping in quite late, Elizabeth and Caroline rose for luncheon and were joined by Georgiana who was eager to hear details of the ball. Some enumeration of the guest list was performed. The ladies’ finery was described fully including the jewels that were worn and the latest styles of coiffures that had been observed. And Georgiana particularly wanted to hear of the gentlemen. Elizabeth had of course danced with her husband but they had also sat out several dances. She had also danced with both Mr. Buckworth and Mr. Barton as they were friends of the family. Caroline recounted her evening with much pleasure. She had enjoyed herself and had attempted to adhere to Elizabeth’s advice with some success. She found that the longer she practised these habits the more natural they felt, but it would take time. Mr. Barton, Mr. Grey, and Mr. Buckworth were discussed for the remainder of the meal with Caroline giving her impressions of each gentleman. Georgiana thought they all sounded rather promising!
Both Mr. Grey and Mr. Buckworth left their calling cards and compliments the following day when the ladies were from home.
A few days later, Caroline was looking through the letters just arrived from the post. Caroline regarded one letter nervously. Charles and Jane had finally written to her. She was not sure which was greater; the desire to know if they had forgiven her or the pain of certain knowledge that they had not.
“Caroline, what are you doing?” inquired Georgiana.
“I’m endeavoring to open this letter.”
“It works better if you break the wax seal.”
Caroline sighed and nodded.
“Is it from the Bingleys?”
“Yes, would you read it?”
Caroline handed the letter to Georgiana who opened it and quickly glanced at its contents.
“It appears to be a cordial letter, aside from the many blots. And it’s YOUR private correspondence,” said a smiling Georgiana returning the letter to Caroline before leaving the room.
Caroline thanked her, wiped her eyes, and began to read.
Barrington House, October 23
Dear Caroline,
Thank you for sharing in our joy at the arrival of our two perfect babes. We appreciate your well wishes and encouragement over these last weeks and months.
We fully approve of the plans that have been laid for your time in London. We have enjoyed hearing of your news from Pemberley and Darcy House and trust that you are in good hands with the Darcys. We hope you will continue to write to us and share your adventures. May we offer our congratulations to you on the changes that you are making? It is our belief that you will be happier for it whether you marry or settle independently. Should you decide to purchase a home in London, you have our blessing as long as Fitzwilliam approves the property and its price. His familiarity with the details of your dowry is more than sufficient for making such a determination. There is a consensus that you are capable of living independently and we feel that it would be in your best interest. You already understand the financial issues at hand, which is very reassuring. So enjoy your time in London and may it be productively spent as well! I recollect meeting Mr. Buckworth several years ago at a shooting party. He was a very affable gentleman and I enjoyed his company. Please pass on my best regards.
There is no question as to forgiveness regarding our past disputes. You are our sister and we love you. We wish you every happiness and desire to assist you without compromising our own.
Yours, etc.,
Charles and Jane
It was a cordial letter, as Georgiana had communicated, which was a great relief. But it also made plain that Caroline’s residency at Barrington had ended. The letter was perhaps less than she had hoped for and decidedly more than she knew was deserved. Caroline was left with every hope that their correspondence would be resumed and their acquaintance would be recommenced, with the unspoken understanding that there would be no return to the interferences she had caused in their home.
Chapter 42
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uesday Lady Matlock sent a note inviting the ladies to join herself and Miss Barton for tea at Matlock House. Elizabeth accepted the invitation on behalf of the trio and they rode to Matlock House eagerly anticipating the visit. The house appeared very grand and as Caroline had never before been invited, she was most desirous to see the décor. Caroline had never seen such finely attired footmen before. The interior was very opulent and richly furnished with many beautiful fabrics. Lady Matlock received them most agreeably and Miss Barton was clearly happy to see them. Although she was a year older than Georgiana and already out, Miss Barton was somewhat shy and reserved. All three of the visiting ladies encouraged her contribution to the conversation by asking her questions and complimenting her answers. Caroline inquired after Miss Barton’s sister, which she seemed to appreciate, and told her about the Hursts and their home in Grosvenor Street. The ball was of course discussed including the guests, but Lady Matlock refrained from asking Caroline any embarrassing questions about her interest in any of her dance partners in front of Miss Barton. Tea, small biscuits, and cakes were served and the visit was accomplished much to the satisfaction of all.
Pemberley House, October 22
Dear Family and Friend,
My parents have invited me to visit them in London. It may be too soon to see them. I am much recovered, of course, but I still move more slowly than before. I want to assuage their concerns, not heighten them. I have written to Aunt Catherine and Cousin Anne to update them on my condition and whereabouts. I could not resist congratulating Aunt Catherine on having a namesake! So forgive me if I have awoken The Dragon. I was able to withstand the temptation of mentioning bees, a pistol, or salted ice, however.
My walking and riding continue to progress. I hope by now you have received a letter from Mrs. Sutton detailing my progress. I think it should be quite soon that she can take her leave since we have finished the last of the medication. She insisted that she stay for several days more to observe how I handle not having any medicine. She is an excellent nurse and I am most appreciative of you having hired her, cousin. My back is still quite stiff and I will continue to have some pain. But Mrs. Sutton assures me that measured activity will be of great benefit. She encourages me to continue walking and riding. She even approved of me going shooting yesterday. But she has cautioned me against any pugilist pursuits and says no fencing.
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