A Wife for Mr. Darcy

by Mary Lydon Simonsen

  Copyright © 2011 by Mary Lydon Simonsen

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  Simonsen, Mary Lydon.

  A wife for Mr. Darcy / by Mary Lydon Simonsen.

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  1. Darcy, Fitzwilliam (Fictitious character)—Fiction. 2. Bennet, Elizabeth (Fictitious character)—Fiction. 3. Social classes—England—Fiction. 4. Courtship—Fiction. 5. England—Fiction. I. Austen, Jane, 1775-1817. Pride and prejudice. II. Title. III. Title: Wife for Mister Darcy.

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  To my fellow Jane Austen fans at A Happy Assembly

  who encouraged me to write this story

  With all paths to Meryton muddied from recent rains, it was impossible for anyone at Longbourn to venture into the village without risking ruining shoes or soiling frocks, so all of the Bennets were at home. While Mrs. Bennet was in her bedchamber resting, Mr. Bennet kept to his library, successfully ignoring Mary’s attempt to master a new piece on the pianoforte. In the parlor, Lydia and Kitty perused a magazine obtained from the circulating library showing the latest London fashions, and Lizzy was upstairs pinning up the hem on Jane’s new dress. It was then that Mrs. Hill came to announce that Mr. Darcy was in the parlor and wished to speak to Miss Elizabeth.

  “Mr. Darcy! Here to see me?” Lizzy looked at Jane with a puzzled expression. After their awful meeting at the assembly, she was hoping the gentleman would return to London and that she would never have to be in his company again.

  “Yes, miss. The gentleman asked your father if he could have a word with you, and Mr. Bennet said he had no objection.”

  “What can he possibly want?” Jane asked.

  “Perhaps he thinks I did not hear his insults regarding my beauty, or lack of it, and has come to tell me in person.” Both sisters giggled, and when Jane offered to go downstairs with her sister, Lizzy said that she was not afraid of him and would go into the lion’s den alone.

  When Lizzy entered the parlor, she found Mr. Darcy lost in thought and staring out the window, so much so that he had not heard her come in.

  “Mr. Darcy, I understand you wish to speak to me,” she said, interrupting his reverie.

  “Yes, I do, and I thank you for receiving me.” He declined an offer of tea, explaining that his visit would be brief, but then said nothing. If it was to be a short visit, then why did he not begin? He obviously had a purpose in mind but was having difficulty finding the right words with which to express it.

  “Miss Elizabeth, at the assembly, you overhead a remark I made in which I stated that I chose not to dance with you because you were tolerable but not handsome enough to tempt me. Even if the statement had been true, it was incredibly rude to have uttered it, and I have come to apologize.”

  Mr. Darcy’s confession came as a complete surprise to Lizzy, but she now understood the reason for his struggle. He was not in the habit of admitting he had erred.

  “Your apology is accepted, Mr. Darcy. I appreciate that you took the trouble to come to tell me in person that I am more than tolerable,” Lizzy said, half laughing at his clumsy effort to repair any damage resulting from his comment.

  Darcy winced at her response. “I can assure you that I find you to be much more than tolerable, Miss Elizabeth. You are a very handsome woman, and I might have had an opportunity to express such a sentiment if I had sought an introduction. However, I do not have the talent of conversing easily with those whom I have never seen before. I cannot appear to be interested in their concerns as others do, and I find I have little patience for the type of discourse one hears at these dances.”

  “What type of discourse is that, Mr. Darcy?”

  “The usual banter about weather and roads and other such things that are of little interest to me,” and leaning forward in his chair, he continued, “Whether it be Meryton or London, I hear the same conversations. A lady will comment on the number of couples in attendance at a dance, and the gentleman will respond by mentioning the size of the ballroom. And what, pray tell, do we learn from that exchange? One party is good with measurements, and the other can count.”

  Now Lizzy laughed openly. “Sir, you mistake the purpose of such an exchange. It is certainly not about the dimensions of the room or the number of couples. The parties are merely trying to sketch each other’s character so that they might discover if this is a person they would like to get to know better. If that is the case, one can hope that another conversation about some weightier matter might follow in a quieter venue.”

  “But you are an intelligent woman. Do you not find the whole exercise to be tedious?”

  “No, I do not, and may I add that you puzzle me. You tell me you are uncomfortable conversing with those with whom you are not acquainted, but then you complain about a lack of conversation. This puts me in mind of a gentleman I met at a card party. He said that he did not like the food and then grumbled that there was not enough of it.”

  �
�I realize that is a contradiction,” he said, crossing and uncrossing his legs, indicating his discomfort.

  “It is indeed. I take it that what you really want to do is to begin in the middle. Somehow, without benefit of introductions or the casual conversation that follows, you may come to know your party well enough to discuss what? The war with France? No matter how well acquainted you are with your party, you will have little success with such a topic in a ballroom or assembly hall. Those are subjects best reserved for dinner parties where you are not trying to speak above the dancers and musicians.”

  “I see,” Darcy said, nodding his head in understanding. “You are recommending that if I wish to have a substantive conversation at some future date, then I must become better acquainted with my neighbors so that I might be invited to these more intimate venues. I must lay the foundation for weightier discussions by talking to Mr. Long about his purchase of a breeding pair of Border Leicester sheep, or I must give ear to Mrs. Long, who is unhappy with the quality of fabric being sold in the village. I am quite capable of conversing about sheep, as it is a frequent topic of discussion with my steward and tenants, but I am less sure about my ability to wax eloquent on the quality of calico and muslin.”

  Lizzy smiled. It was a pleasant surprise to know that the dour Mr. Darcy had a sense of humor.

  “Mrs. Long has a daughter who lives in Kensington,” Lizzy responded, “and has been complaining about the inferiority of goods in the village shops for as long as I can remember, so no one would think you rude if you did not engage her. Instead, may I suggest Sir William Lucas, a kind gentleman, who has recently been knighted at St. James’s Palace? He would be happy to share his experience with you.”

  “I shall seek him out at the first opportunity.”

  “There is another difficulty, sir. By virtue of your rank, it is you who must initiate the conversation. No one will approach Mr. Darcy of Pemberley without being properly introduced.”

  “You know the name of my estate?”

  “Such information is widely circulated as is the case whenever any single man comes into the neighborhood. Ladies must have dance partners, Mr. Darcy.”

  “I see. May I ask what else is said about me?”

  Lizzy hesitated. Did Mr. Darcy really want to hear about the discussions in the village regarding the size of his fortune or, worse, that he was considered to be a most disagreeable man, completely lacking in the charm of his friend, Mr. Bingley?

  “Your silence speaks for you, Miss Elizabeth, and it is not undeserved. But do you think it is possible to overcome a bad first impression?”

  “Most definitely. A more satisfactory performance will replace the previous image, and it would reflect well on you in that you recognized where you fell short and…”

  “…and that I was willing to make corrections,” Darcy said, finishing her sentence. At that point he stood up. “The Bingleys and I have been invited to the home of Sir William Lucas. Will you be there, Miss Elizabeth?”

  “Most definitely. Charlotte Lucas is my dearest friend.”

  “Then I shall look forward to having a conversation with you on a topic somewhere between the number of couples in the room and the wars on the Continent,” and then he smiled, thanked Lizzy for receiving him, and took his leave.

  After watching the gentleman ride down the lane, Jane asked her sister, “What are we to think about Mr. Darcy?”

  Lizzy shook her head, confused by the whole visit. But some things were clearer. Mr. Darcy was more handsome than she had remembered and had eyes that were more green than gray, attractive legs, and a voice that was very pleasing to the ear, especially when he used it to say that she was handsome and intelligent. Because of these things, she found that her determination never to think well of him was faltering and that might not be a bad thing at all.

  It was during the ride from the assembly to Netherfield that Darcy had recognized the need to apologize to Miss Elizabeth Bennet. The carriage was barely out of sight of the assembly hall when Bingley had begun a litany of praise for all that he had experienced that evening. The food was delicious, the music lively, the men agreeable, and the ladies handsome, and of all those attractive ladies, the most beautiful was Miss Jane Bennet. Although Darcy found little to admire at the assembly, he had refrained from commenting as he had no wish to dampen his friend’s recollections. His sisters were less generous and had used Darcy’s comment that Miss Elizabeth was “not tolerable enough to tempt him to dance” to support their low opinion of their neighbors.

  Darcy had been in ill humor the whole of the evening, and his unhappiness had been reflected in that thoughtless statement. He realized that if Bingley’s sisters had overheard his remark, then others may have as well.

  On the ride to Longbourn, Darcy had planned out exactly what he would say. He would acknowledge that the remark may have given offense. He would make an apology, which she would accept, and he would leave. But that was not what had happened. Having never been in such an awkward situation before, he had been uncomfortable, so much so that he had actually repeated the offending remark. After laughing at his ineptitude, Miss Elizabeth had taken him to task for his contradictory statements regarding what conversations were appropriate in a ballroom.

  Sitting across from her, he had noted a playfulness in her manner that indicated she was not in the least bit in awe of his rank, wealth, or connections. This interlude also provided an opportunity to truly and honestly appraise her beauty. Although her face lacked symmetry, she was quite pretty with expressive dark eyes that reflected her intelligence and curiosity, and her smile was a reward in itself. By the end of their visit, he found that he wished to know her better, and despite plans to return to London, Darcy decided to accept Sir William’s invitation to come to his home.

  Because Bingley was so eager to see Miss Bennet again, their party was one of the first to arrive at Lucas Lodge. In an attempt to soften the harsh impression he had left on those who had attended the assembly, Darcy joined Bingley in circulating about the room. In doing so, he learned that the Robinsons’ best milk cow had mastitis, Mrs. Long was still unhappy with just about everything, a certain Miss Conyers was visiting relations in London, and on and on. But there was only so much goodwill he was willing to impart, and he had sought refuge in a corner of the room where Sir William lay in wait.

  “Mr. Darcy, I noticed at the Meryton assembly that you are a fine dancer, and you and Miss Bingley gave a polished exhibition earlier this evening.” Darcy acknowledged the compliment, but here was another of those pointless discussions for which he had so little patience. He would rather talk about Mr. Robinson’s cow. But not wishing to offend anew, he appeared to be listening with great interest when Sir William announced that the Bennet family had arrived.

  Once Bingley saw the Bennets, he nearly tripped over his feet in his efforts to cross a crowded room so that he might greet Miss Bennet. With her sister thus engaged, Miss Elizabeth walked toward Sir William and the gentleman from Derbyshire.

  “Miss Elizabeth, we were just speaking of dancing. Mr. Darcy was commenting that it is an amusement appreciated by many cultures around the world, and with his quick wit, he noted that ‘every savage can dance,’” a remark that caused Sir William to laugh heartily. He was clearly delighted to have such an august personage as Mr. Darcy as a guest in his home and thought that with his elevation to the knighthood, the presence of people of rank might be a less rare occurrence at Lucas Lodge.

  “What did Mr. Darcy have to say, Sir William? Was he knowledgeable on the subject?” Lizzy asked. “I would not be surprised if he was as it is my experience that those who observe an activity have more to say about it than those actually performing it.” Turning her attention to Mr. Darcy, she continued, “Although we do not have the grand settings of the London balls nor the finest musicians in the land, I believe you will not find us lacking in skill or enthusiasm.”

  “Once again you are correct, Miss Elizabeth, and as an observer rat
her than a participant at the assembly, I can testify that there was no lack of enthusiasm in the hall. In fact, the room could barely contain all the energy given off by the dancers.”

  Unsure if that was praise or censure, she looked at him with a quizzical expression that seemed to amuse him, and she was preparing to question him about his comment when Sir William suggested that they dance. “Mr. Darcy, considering the inducement, you cannot refuse when so much beauty is before you.”

  “I would be honored, Miss Elizabeth.”

  Lizzy would have accepted him, but at that moment, Mary had given in to Lydia and Kitty’s pleas to play a jig, and after the first chords were struck, numerous guests flocked to the small dance floor.

  “That is very kind, sir, but as you can see there is little room for another couple, but hopefully you will ask again.”

  With Sir William believing he had brought the pair together, he departed in search of the few guests who might not have heard his story of being knighted at St. James’s Palace, leaving the couple to make their own way. And then there was the silence Mr. Darcy dreaded. These pregnant pauses were a particular irritant to him because he was ill-equipped to fill them.

  “I was beginning to think you might not come, Miss Elizabeth.”

  “Yes, I can imagine. Since you are new to the neighborhood, you do not know our family’s history. We are always late. You have no idea of the complexities of having five daughters and their mother leave a house all at the same time.”

  “I may have some idea of your situation as my sister recently came out into society. I must say armies have marched with fewer provisions and less fanfare than that required of a young lady making her debut.”

  And then he smiled, and Lizzy felt her heart flutter. Alas, Mr. Darcy was someone who was far beyond her reach. She would have to be grateful for just the one dance. Unfortunately, he did not ask again.

  Although Mr. Darcy did not claim his dance, the evening passed agreeably. Lizzy had found partners in John Lucas, Colonel Forster, and Captain Denny, and after dancing with Mrs. Hurst and Miss Long, Mr. Darcy had joined Charlotte and Lizzy, who were urging the colonel to host a ball in Meryton. When Lizzy noticed that Mr. Darcy was listening to their conversation, she asked, “Will you add your support to my efforts, Mr. Darcy?”