by Brenda Webb
“I cannot. Not until I am sure that Georgiana will not be affected by whatever I choose to do.”
“Your concern for your sister is honourable, Fitzwilliam, but Anne would never have wanted you to sacrifice your life for Georgiana’s.” Lady Ashcroft walked back around the desk, sitting down in the chair once more, before leaning forward to take his hand. “Now, tell me what I can do to ease your suffering?”
“You do too much already, Aunt. But if I had a request, it would be for you to continue to keep Georgiana occupied so that she will not notice my melancholy. I do not wish to burden her with my troubles.”
“I shall do my best, but you know that she notices everything that affects you.” She smiled warmly now. “Lord Landingham has already sent a note asking us to accompany him to the theatre tomorrow. I know Georgiana would love for you to attend with us.”
“I shall attend, though I believe Landingham is most looking forward to being your escort.”
William’s aunt chuckled at his tease, “Fitzwilliam Darcy, are you trying to ruffle my feathers, for if you are, you shall be greatly disappointed. I have had many men vie for my hand since I was widowed, and I turned them all down.”
“I would not know about that, Aunt. However, I do know that you seem to enjoy his company and he yours. And I can name no man that I think more highly of than Marshall Landingham.”
“I agree with you that he is a good and decent man, and if I were looking to marry again, he would be at the top of my list.” She stood to leave with a bemused expression. “How is it that this conversation has turned from your love life to mine?”
William was able to smile wanly. “Is love not a fair subject?”
“While love may be a fair subject, love is far from fair,” Audrey Ashcroft replied, a trace of sadness in her voice. “I have found that it most often catches us unaware, comes at the most inopportune times and leaves us vulnerable as babes.”
At William’s bewildered look, she continued. “However, it is the only thing that makes life worth living. It is obvious that you love your family, but you, my nephew, are a rare breed. You are not like the majority of men who care not which woman warms their bed. You love with all your heart and soul, and you deserve to be loved equally. If you have found that kind of love, I beg you, do not wait too long to embrace it. I had only three years with the love of my life before he was taken from me, so I know how fleeting true happiness can be.”
With those few words of wisdom, she smiled at him lovingly, squeezed his hand, stood and exited the room. William watched her go as he pondered all that she had said.
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Chapter 9
London
Holmes House
The drawing room
Elizabeth could not believe her good fortune. She was sitting in the exquisitely fashioned drawing room of Lady Penelope Holmes, alongside her Aunt Gardiner, paying little attention as the cousins reminisced about their childhood adventures. The Holmes’ townhouse was situated in the fashionable section of Mayfair, right across the street from Hyde Park, and after getting a glimpse of the fair prospect when they arrived, she longed to escape her aunt’s watch to take a turn about it. But since that was certainly not going to happen today, Elizabeth filed that aspiration away for another time.
Consequently, while the older women were occupied with their memories, she surreptitiously examined the elegantly appointed room and its furnishings more closely as she delighted in such study. The carpets were of forest green, with borders of cream interspersed with multi-coloured flowers and vines which complemented the subtle cream wallpaper, festooned with these same subjects. All the sofas and chairs were upholstered in pale greens and corals, while the wood trim was mahogany, matching the other pieces of furniture. Intricately carved tables were decorated with Dresden figurines, silver pieces and crystal vases of flowers. In fact, Elizabeth noticed that flowers adorned every available surface, many out of season, a sure indication that the townhouse had a conservatory. And as her eyes came to rest on the tall windows which faced the park, Elizabeth had to admit that while she loved the countryside of Hertfordshire, were she to reside in London, this stately home with the large park in close proximity was her idea of heaven.
“Lizzy?” Madeline Gardiner touched her arm.
“I… I am sorry Aunt,” Elizabeth floundered, coming back to the present. “I am afraid I was woolgathering.”
“My cousin asked how you like London.”
Elizabeth turned all her attention to Mrs. Holmes, who looked as though she belonged in one of Lydia’s fashion magazines. Very petite—dainty actually—she looked a lot younger than her age, which Aunt Gardiner had mentioned was five and thirty. She had perfect, ivory complexion, light-brown hair that was scattered with gold tresses and hazel eyes which now danced with mirth as she awaited Elizabeth’s reply.
“I enjoy London very much. Especially spending time with my aunt and uncle and playing with my cousins.”
“That is natural, but surely you enjoy the entertainment. The theatre, the opera, the—”
At that very moment, the door flew open, and a man and a woman entered the room, a frustrated butler following right behind.
Lady Holmes shook her head in mock disapproval. “Never mind, Chalmers. You must know by now that my cousin never waits to be announced.”
The man, who had an arrogant air about him, appeared to be about three and thirty years of age. He was of medium height with light brown hair, brown eyes and was somewhat portly. His features were nondescript, with nothing to recommend them. The girl, who was evidently several years younger, had the same colouring and appearance, though she was trim.
“John! Alfreda! You are early! What a grand surprise!” Their hostess rushed to the newcomers, kissing each before introducing them.
“Ladies, may I present my cousins, Lord John Wilkens, Earl of Hampton, and Lady Alfreda Wilkens of Gatesbridge in Kent. They are the children of the late Lord Carlton and Lady Kathleen Wilkens, Walter’s aunt and uncle. And if I remember correctly, Madeline, I wrote to you that Lord Carlton died unexpectedly last year.”
Mrs. Gardiner, who had stood along with Elizabeth, nodded.
Then addressing the couple, she offered, “This is my cousin, Madeline Gardiner, and her niece, Miss Elizabeth Bennet.”
John Wilkens released his sister’s arm, walking forward until he stood in front of Elizabeth with his hands balled, resting upon his hips. His eyes stayed fixed on her as he examined her pointedly. Then he bowed slightly, addressing her and her aunt. “I am pleased to meet you, Miss Bennet… Mrs. Gardiner.”
Elizabeth appeared somewhat flustered at his marked attention, but was diverted as Alfreda Wilkens moved forward to take her brother’s arm once more.
“It is a pleasure to meet you,” the girl offered shyly, as she bobbed a curtsey. Recognizing her bashful nature, Elizabeth gave Alfreda a warm smile and received one in return.
Lady Holmes took advantage of the silence to declare, “Now that my cousin has the management of the estate well in hand, he has time to concentrate on procuring a mistress for Gatesbridge!”
“Cousin, how often have I asked you not to play the matchmaker? I shall make my own choice,” Wilkens chided Lady Holmes, not even attempting to hide his annoyance.
“I am only informing the ladies,” Lady Holmes rejoined, ignoring his irritation and winking at Elizabeth. “Now, before you entered, I was about to enquire if Miss Bennet would attend the ball the colonel and I are giving next week.” Instantly she covered her mouth with her hand. “Oh, my! How will I ever get used to calling Walter the earl, when I have called him the colonel so many years?”
As all the ladies except Elizabeth giggled, as she was still uncomfortable under the earl’s gaze. Lord Wilkens took the opportunity to address her again. “Do say that you shall attend the ball, Miss Bennet, and that I may have the honour of the first set.”
Feeling a bit trapped, Elizabeth cut her eyes to her aunt who
instantly declared, “Of course, you shall attend the ball with your uncle and me.”
It was not as though she did not wish to attend, but Elizabeth had a feeling that this gentleman was used to getting his way, and that did not sit well with her. Nevertheless, she was not in a position to refuse. “I accept your kind invitation to dance, sir.”
He seemed smug after her consent, which caused Elizabeth even more trepidation. But upon noting her aunt’s expression and remembering her promise to Jane to find matches for them both, she forced a smile.
I might as well get down to the business of being all sweetness and light!
Fortuitously, Alfreda Wilkens quickly claimed the seat next to Elizabeth as she sat back down, and they began a conversation, chatting affably while the other occupants of the room talked among themselves. And after almost a quarter-hour, her new friend made a request.
“I would love for you to stay here with me the night before the ball,” Alfreda urged as she covered Elizabeth’s hand with her own. “My cousin has plenty of room, and I often invite friends to stay when I am in Town. If you will say yes, you and I shall sit up late and talk!”
Elizabeth smiled at the thought. She had really missed her late night talks with Jane since she had come to London. “We shall see if that is possible.”
“Marvellous! With your consent, I shall make all the arrangements.”
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As they rode in the open carriage back to Gracechurch Street, Madeline Gardiner observed as different emotions played across Lizzy’s face. She had gone to some trouble to make sure that they were there when Penelope’s cousins arrived and was disappointed by her niece’s reaction to the earl. In addition, she wondered at her unusual quietness, especially after such a grand adventure as visiting Mayfair, since Lizzy had always enjoyed touring such grand houses in the past. Nevertheless, she felt she must know Lizzy’s opinion of John Wilkens, as she had held high hopes of him admiring either her or Jane.
When asked her opinion of the earl, Elizabeth immediately ceased pretending to study the people in the nearby park and met her aunt’s gaze steadfastly, not unaware of why she was asking.
“I… I suppose he is a proper gentleman. I really did not have time to sketch his character. His sister, however, is so pleasant that she reminds me of Jane.”
“Yes, Alfreda is a sweet girl. I had no doubt that you and she would be fast friends. However, I have heard many good things from Penelope about her nephew, as well. He assumed a great deal of responsibility with his father’s death, and as his mother passed years ago, there is only he and his sister left. Nevertheless, I have been told that he has done an admirable job of running the estate, caring for Alfreda and taking his place as the earl.”
Elizabeth studied her aunt for a long time. “And you are telling me this because you want me to try to gain his attention?”
“You have already gained his attention, Lizzy. What I am saying is simply give the man a chance and see how things progress.”
Elizabeth turned to face the park again, the look on her face and the sigh she released evidence of her misgivings.
Mrs. Gardiner hurried to caution, “You and your sisters have little dowry, no connections and heaven knows your mother and younger sisters behave atrociously at times, all of which will not be overlooked by the ton.”
As Elizabeth acknowledged these points with barely a nod, her aunt pressed her case. “Most of society will reject you and Jane outright because of these misfortunes, but John Wilkens has no parents or close relations to please, other than Alfreda, and she warmed to you quickly. This is a great opportunity. Do you understand?”
“He can marry whomever he chooses, so I would be wise to accept him if he offers.”
Mrs. Gardiner’s shoulders visibly relaxed, and she released a breath she had been holding. “Precisely! Why else do you think you are in London but to secure a husband? And if you were to marry an earl, then Jane would have a much greater chance of marrying well and your other sisters would follow, not to mention the fact that a wealthy man can take over Fanny’s care if your father should die.”
She leaned over to take her niece’s hand. “You know that your uncle and I value you and Jane for the fine young women that you are, and we certainly do not wish you to be unhappy. But Lizzy you must be practical. It is just as easy to learn to care for a wealthy man as a poor one, and you will be doing your family a great service.”
The mention of wealth brought to mind Mr. Darcy, and Elizabeth’s heart ached with the memory of the night spent in his arms. Under her breath she whispered, “I vowed only to marry for the deepest love.”
Unfortunately, Mrs. Gardiner heard and chided, “That is the substance of fairytales, and it is not realistic or sensible. Most people learn to care for their spouse once they are married, not before. The idea of marrying for love is clearly something this new generation has embraced. My advice to you is to forget such nonsense.”
Elizabeth turned so that her aunt could not see the tears that welled up. Noting her niece’s sad mien, Madeline Gardiner said no more. She and Edward had long blamed Thomas Bennet for leaving his daughters with inadequate dowries, an unchecked mother and undisciplined siblings. His failures now threatened the very future of them all, as they would likely be called upon to help Fanny and the girls if Thomas died, and that would strain their own limited resources. Thus, they considered it their duty to instruct Lizzy and Jane in the ways of proper society and pray that this training would be sufficient to secure them a decent offer of marriage.
As she continued to monitor her niece out of the corner of her eye, she prayed that Lizzy’s penchant to chart her own course would be tempered by the knowledge that she must obey the rules of society if she was to be of any benefit to her sisters—especially Jane who held so much promise.
I shall speak of it again tomorrow and emphasize the benefit to Jane. Better to let her reflect on all that I have said.
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Darcy House
William’s Study
Charles Bingley, doing a very good impersonation of his host, paced the floors of the study while running his hands through his thick red curls. Every so often however, he would stop to gesture wildly, a mannerism he did not share with his friend and mentor.
“Well, I for one, think that Mr. Carter is exactly right! In light of the background information on the ship’s captain and the West Indies port captain, he believes there is reason to think the vessels may have been diverted to another port, the merchandise sold and the profits stolen. Thus, I have authorized him to expand the investigation to prove his theory.”
William turned from pouring two glasses of brandy to hand one to Charles, mainly to stop his pacing, as he was tired of following his progress. “So the captain, this fellow Grier, is a cousin of the port captain?”
“It seems that is the case and the port captain has recently mysteriously disappeared as well.”
“Then Carter believes both ships presumed lost at sea were stolen?”
Charles took the offered drink. “Both!”
“What will you do in the meantime for merchandise?”
“I have sufficient goods for now. I shall simply use different routes, as I have other ships and other sources of spices, coffee, silks and fruit—howbeit, they are more expensive. I am off to Liverpool tomorrow to check on my warehouse and talk with my man there. While trying to distance myself from trade, I feel I may have relegated too much responsibility to others who are less capable and neglected my own interests. It is time I took charge again, at least until I can find someone astute enough to whom I may assign the daily operations of the business.”
“And you still do not want a loan?”
“Darcy, I appreciate that you are my silent partner and have loaned me the money to expand several times, but I do not wish to borrow more money until I am sure of what is happening. Do not despair, as I shall not think twice about asking if I see the need.”
William co
uld not but smile. “I am proud that you have come to this conclusion without my advice. While trying to raise your position in society is a noble quest, still you must be practical, as your fortune is nonetheless still vested in trade.”
“It was not entirely without your advice. After all, you recommended I talk with Mr. Lowell, who put me in touch with Mr. Carter.”
“That was nothing.”
“In any event, I appreciate it.”
“How does all of this affect your relationship with the angel?”
Charles’ face fell. “In hindsight, I am afraid that in my haste to get to London I may not have handled that well at all.”
“What do you mean?”
“I was so upset when I got your letter that I left Netherfield forthwith, not taking the time to explain to Jane—Miss Bennet—why I had to depart. Caroline offered to write a letter of explanation and I approved. In hindsight, I cannot help but feel that she might have been disappointed in my manner of leaving.”
“Then write her a letter.”
“You know I cannot.”
“Then write to Mr. Bennet. Tell him a bit of your current situation, and he will no doubt pass it along to his daughter. Surely she will understand that you had to leave Meryton without delay.”
Charles seemed to consider that suggestion before murmuring softly, “I do not know if I shall have anything to offer her, or any woman, if I cannot find the source of my losses and recover the goods. I will not, in good conscience, court someone when I do not know what my future holds.”
“Charles, I—”
Bingley held up a hand. “You have helped me a great deal, Darcy, but I have to do this on my own.”
His friend had come a long way in the last few years, and William knew that he must continue to let him make his own decisions. But, knowing first-hand the agony of loving someone lost to you, he needed to warn his friend.
