by Linda Wells
Jane welcomed Mr. Bingley’s warm greeting and while enjoying his attentions, had formed no opinion about wishing for a future with him. For now, she simply resolved to know him better. Bingley had already decided that he certainly liked her very much, and he was serious when he told Darcy that he thought she was the woman he would marry. However, he also knew that Darcy was correct, he had been in love many times before, and this time, perhaps the most important time, he would take it slowly.
CAROLINE BINGLEY was infuriated. Her brother and the Hursts returned to town nearly three weeks earlier, and she still had not seen Mr. Darcy. She knew that her brother had been out with him several evenings, and paid calls to him at his home. She did not understand why he did not ask her to accompany him. Did he not wish her to marry his best friend? And tonight, she learned that Charles was attending the theatre with him. Why did he not ask Mr. Darcy to invite the rest of his family to share his box? She knew that Mr. Darcy would come to pick up Charles to take him to the theatre. Why did he not offer to transport the rest of his family? It was almost as if Charles and Mr. Darcy were trying to avoid them!
Caroline stood with Louisa and Hurst in the lobby of the theatre, dressed in her newest, finest burnt orange silk gown, accented by tiny yellow feathers in her hair. She paid particular attention to her appearance that evening because she intended to speak to Mr. Darcy without fail. It was the habit of the people of society to gather in the lobby before a performance, to see and be seen. The low murmur of conversation took on a heightened volume, and Caroline strained to see who had caused the disturbance.
Into the theatre walked Mr. Darcy, handsome as ever, and on his arm was a small woman, her head barely reaching the top of his shoulder, several dark curls dancing along her throat. She was looking up at him, an amused smile twisting her lips, and dancing eyes looking into his. If that sight had not been disturbing enough for Caroline, the vision of Mr. Darcy smiling warmly at this chit was nauseating. To make matters worse, she saw her own brother following closely behind with another unknown woman on his arm. She was smiling, but shyly, keeping her gaze down. Her brother was grinning like a fool. The older couple that followed them seemed to be enjoying the spectacle. The couples stopped to leave their coats, and the crowd watched as the ladies’ appearance was revealed. The collective whispering from the women and sounds of appreciation from the men confirmed the opinions that Darcy and Bingley both seemed to share. They both stood momentarily open-mouthed in intense admiration of their particular lady before reclaiming their arms and, ignoring the entreaties of acquaintances, walked straight up the stairs to take their seats.
Darcy spent some time over the last days considering the seating arrangements for the theatre. He looked forward to spending several hours sitting in close company with Elizabeth in the dark. His blood fairly boiled in anticipation of drinking in her scent and perhaps, he hoped, holding her hand. His box was situated on the right side of the theatre, and he decided that the best arrangement would place him in the far left seat with Elizabeth to his right. With such an arrangement, he could pretend to watch the stage but instead look at her. Jane took the seat next to Elizabeth, with Bingley to her right. Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner sat behind Jane and Bingley. Darcy was happy to realize that with everyone else’s chairs turned towards the stage, whatever liberties that Elizabeth would allow him would go undetected.
He had been floored when her gown of deep rose was revealed in the lobby. The cut and draping of the fabric accentuated her every curve. He felt himself become irrationally jealous of the silk that that hugged her form. When everyone was settled, Darcy leaned close to her and whispered warmly, “Miss Elizabeth, you are absolutely stunning! I see that your endeavours were successful, for the shade of your gown matches your lovely blush most becomingly.”
Elizabeth gasped, first at his words then to see desire kindled in his eyes. “Mr. Darcy, I had intended to say how devastatingly handsome you were, and that you quite take my breath away, but since you have chosen to tease me, I will limit my comment to say that I think you look tolerable tonight.” She pursed her lips and raised her brow.
“That is hardly kind, Miss Elizabeth! You have taunted me with the hope of your good opinion and then thrown it in my face. You are forcing me to demand satisfaction for such an insult!”
“And what would satisfy you, Mr. Darcy?” She flirted shamelessly.
All manner of responses came to mind, physical and verbal. Looking down into her face, he allowed his gaze to rest on her luscious mouth, and then travel back up to her laughing, challenging eyes. “Wait and see, Miss Bennet.” He said roguishly, and taking her gloved hand in his, he bestowed a kiss.
The moment that Darcy kissed Elizabeth’s hand was seen by at least half of the theatre. Opera glasses had been trained on his box from the moment the party entered, thoroughly examining the unknown women, Elizabeth in particular. Two pairs of glasses belonged to Caroline and Louisa, who were engaged in an earnest conversation, disparaging her appearance, and declaring that they would instantly accost their brother when he arrived home for an explanation. Caroline also planned a call on Georgiana to wheedle out any information that her future sister could give her. Mr. Darcy must be saved from this trollop!
The kiss was witnessed by Lord and Lady Matlock as well. They looked at each other, smiling. “Well, my dear,” said Lord Matlock, “The cat is out of the bag now. If he could have just sat next to her they might have been able to continue this courtship quietly, but I am sure that there is bound to be a notice in the papers tomorrow, about a certain gentleman from Derbyshire.”
Lady Matlock nodded. “I think that we should go over and publicly greet them during the first intermission, Henry. That will help quell the gossip, especially once her lack of connection is known.”
“Excellent idea, my dear. I think that I should also begin devising a story to calm Catherine when she hears about Darcy’s behaviour. She will give him no peace if she thinks that he will marry someone other than Anne.”
“But you have already told her that he does not want Anne.”
“Yes, and Anne has told me that she does not want Darcy.”
“So what will you tell your sister?”
“I think that I will tell her that he was simply accompanying his friend to the theatre with some acquaintances, and assure her that he is not engaged. That is truthful enough, do you not think so?”
“It is your sister, Henry. I will not say a word.”
“That is because you do not like her either!”
When the first act began, Elizabeth, feeling warm, removed her gloves and placed them on her knee. Darcy immediately acted upon the opportunity and reaching over with his right hand, gently brushed the back of his fingers across her hands which were clasped in her lap. He heard her sharp intake of breath when his warm skin touched hers, but she did not pull away. Becoming bolder he entwined their fingers and whispered closely in her ear. “You have beautiful hands, Miss Elizabeth. You should not cover them with gloves.” He could feel the heat of her blush, and a few tendrils of her hair moved with the touch of his breath.
She looked up to him. “I think that I will leave the sight of my hands for you alone, sir.”
Too soon the end of the first act arrived, and to the disappointment of some, the Darcy party remained in their places. However, those who decided to watch them expressed great interest when Lord and Lady Matlock made a visit to the box and greeted everyone warmly, particularly the young woman with Darcy. Speculation was fierce over the meaning of the gesture.
“Alex, is that not your friend from Cambridge, Mr. Darcy?” Amanda Carrington asked. “He seems to be attracting a great deal of attention tonight. I wonder if he is attached to the young lady by his side. Lord and Lady Matlock are greeting her most warmly.”
Alexander Carrington took the opera glasses from his mother, and looked over to the Darcy box. He saw his friend wearing an uncharacteristic smile. He observed the young lady, who was laughing
at something Lord Matlock said, and was struck by a sense of familiarity. He continued to peruse the occupants and looked upon Jane. His attraction to her was instantaneous. He needed to meet her. Noticing that she was standing next to Charles Bingley, and knowing that he never formed permanent attachments, he felt fairly confident that an introduction to this woman would not cause any lasting problems. He decided that at the next intermission he would go to greet his friend.
When the second act ended, the party agreed to leave the box and seek refreshment. Elizabeth and Darcy had immediately resumed their hand-holding after the first act, and were both giddy with the close contact. They walked out, arms entwined, smiling, until they began to be accosted by the curious. Elizabeth watched in fascination as a mask of hauteur descended over Darcy’s face. His smile disappeared, his body stiffened, and wariness came into his eyes. He was distinctly uncomfortable. She was not sure how to account for his sudden change in behaviour and hoped that it was not because he was somehow ashamed to be with her and her relations in such a public setting.
“Mr. Darcy, are you well?”
“Do I appear ill?” He asked with an oddly detached voice.
“Something is wrong. The wonderful man who was caressing my hands so sweetly has disappeared, and a brooding statue has taken his place. Have I done something to disappoint you?”
Elizabeth’s fear of failure snapped him out of his state. He looked at her apologetically. “Forgive me Miss Elizabeth, you have done nothing wrong. I am so used to distancing myself in social situations that it is quite automatic. I despise being in crowded places, and tonight in particular, I know that I am, we are, undergoing close observation. It makes me very uncomfortable and I feel isolated. I hope that you understand and can tolerate my behaviour.”
“I can tolerate it more readily now that I know its cause.” Then looking up at him with that gentle smile he first saw when they met she whispered, “Mr. Darcy, you are safe. You are not alone anymore.”
Finally a small smile came to his lips. “You are quite right, Miss Elizabeth, and with your help, I will never be alone again.” She blushed and looked down, but he felt the squeeze of her hand on his arm.
The moment was broken when he heard his name called, and sighing, he was relieved to see the face of his friend Alex Carrington. “Alex! What a surprise! Have you come to town with your parents?”
“Yes, I left Mother and Father in the box, but when Mother pointed you out to me, I had to come over and greet you.” He smiled, and looking at Elizabeth, he glanced expectantly at his friend.
Smiling ruefully, Darcy knew what he was about. “Miss Elizabeth Bennet, may I present my friend Mr. Alexander Carrington? He and I attended Cambridge together, and he is the heir to Kingston Park in Buckingham. Alex, Miss Elizabeth’s family estate is Longbourn, in Hertfordshire.”
“It is an honour to meet you Miss Elizabeth.” Elizabeth stared into the young man’s eyes, suddenly fascinated and unable to respond. There was something so familiar about him. “Miss Elizabeth? Are you well?”
Shaken from her reverie, she looked up to see concern etched on Darcy’s face. He did not at all like the way that his friend had captured his Elizabeth’s attention. Elizabeth smiled at him and turned to Mr. Carrington. “Excuse me sir, I was momentarily distracted. I had the oddest feeling that I had met you before. Have you ever spent any time in Meryton?”
“You know, Miss Elizabeth, when I was spying on your box with my mother’s opera glasses, the first thing that went through my mind was a feeling of familiarity. Strange is it not? But no, I have not spent any time in Meryton, although I have passed through that part of Hertfordshire on my travels to and from London. I take it that is where your father’s estate is?”
“Yes it is.”
“Are you staying with friends in town, then?” He said glancing over at Jane.
“My sister and I are staying with our aunt and uncle, sir. Would you care to be introduced?”
“Indeed I would, Miss Elizabeth, please lead the way!” Alex cast a huge grin at Darcy, who understanding now that his friend’s objective was an introduction to Jane, relaxed.
The three made their way over to the rest of their party, and Darcy performed the introductions. Watching the man’s obvious appreciation of Jane, Bingley began to feel a little possessive. He was about to say something to make it clear that Miss Bennet’s attention was occupied when he heard Caroline calling his name and insisting on his attendance. Reluctantly he took his leave, but not without sending a significant look to Darcy, clearly implying that he was in charge of looking after his interests. Darcy shook his head and sighed.
Alex saw the golden opportunity given by Bingley’s absence and pounced. “Miss Bennet, your sister tells me that you are from Hertfordshire. Will you be staying in town long?”
“I believe that I will remain until after Easter, Mr. Carrington.” Jane tilted her head, fascinated by the handsome blonde man with the familiar eyes.
“That is excellent news!” He turned to Darcy. “My parents are throwing a ball next week. I am sure that you were sent an invitation, and if you have not discarded it yet, I would be happy to see you and the lovely Bennet sisters attend,” noticing Bingley’s return he added, “and Bingley as well, of course.”
Not wanting to miss an opportunity to spend a night dancing with Elizabeth, Darcy looked for her opinion. She in turn looked at Jane and the Gardiners. Seeing approval everywhere, except a touch of reluctance from Bingley, she smiled and nodded at Darcy. “I think that we would all enjoy the evening, Alex. I do not remember seeing your invitation, but I imagine it remains with my correspondence. If I do not locate it, I will send you a note asking for the particulars.”
“Excellent! Then we will see you next Thursday!” Then hearing the bell announcing the end of intermission, he bowed and took his leave.
Caroline had hovered on the edge of the conversation, waiting to greet Mr. Darcy and see the woman on his arm. The party made to return to the box, and there was only time for Bingley to notice her and perform a brief introduction. The ladies curtseyed, and Elizabeth and Caroline eyed each other, taking stock of their opponent. Darcy quickly apologized and they returned to their seats.
They remained in their box for the rest of the performance, Elizabeth and Darcy continuing to hold hands. Elizabeth at some point leaned over to Darcy and settled her head against his shoulder. He drank in her lavender scent, gently stroking her silky hair with his face and lips. Elizabeth allowed herself to be enveloped by his scent of sandalwood and soap, and when she turned her head, she could hear for the first time the strong, steady thrum of his heart.
Chapter 9
To Darcy’s surprise, he did still have the invitation to the Carrington ball, and he sent the acceptance for the two couples immediately. The ball was set for the next Thursday, and Elizabeth was to travel to Kent on Saturday. He was determined to make the most of the next week.
Elizabeth knew that the ball would be a special night, almost the last time she would see Mr. Darcy until he arrived at Rosings, and she decided that she would wear one of her new purchases, a gown of ivory silk, embroidered with mauve thread, and finished with a matching sash and edging.
Since Elizabeth was not caught up in dress shopping, she was free to visit with Georgiana and Mr. Darcy while Jane went out with her aunt to the modiste. Mr. Bingley came to call on her several mornings, and the gentlemen were asked to stay for dinner several nights. It was now mid-March, and the spring bulbs were beginning to grow and bloom. Mr. Darcy had suggested a walk in Hyde Park to Elizabeth on Wednesday morning, and she gladly accepted. He sent the carriage for her, and almost upon her arrival, they set off for their stroll, arms entwined, revelling in the feel of each other and the intimacy that their walk provided.
“Miss Elizabeth, it occurred to me that I have not asked you to reserve any dances for me. I hope that I am not too late to request the first set?”
Elizabeth laughed, “Well sir, sin
ce I only know two other gentlemen who will be attending this ball, I think that you were quite assured in winning those dances. So yes, you may have them.”
“And, may I be so bold as to request the supper set?” His eyes crinkled in a smile.
“Absolutely sir, I wish to be assured of a companionable dinner partner!” She tilted her head and pursed her lips.
“In that case, since you think me so pleasant, may I complete the evening and ask for the last as well?” His voice was teasing, but his look was determined.
“Mr. Darcy! Three dances! What will the other guests think of us?” She grinned at him.
“Is that a yes?” He stared at her intently.
Catching his seriousness, Elizabeth looked at him thoughtfully. “Yes, Mr. Darcy. My answer is yes.” She did not mistake the relief that came over his face. “Mr. Darcy, do you often ask your partner to dance three sets?”
“Miss Elizabeth, I must tell you that in the past, I have avoided dancing, unless I was particularly acquainted with my partner, and never, ever, did I dance more than once with any of them. That is something that I have only ever wished to do with you.” He stopped and taking her hand in his, raised it to his lips. He hoped that she understood the depth of his feelings.
Elizabeth hoped that he understood what he was implying. She reached up and brushed a wayward curl from his brow, smiled, and giving his arm a tug, they walked on.
“Miss Elizabeth, when is your birthday?”
Elizabeth knew why he was asking. He wanted to know when she would come of age. He was thinking of marriage, and was considering her father refusing consent. Her heart started pumping wildly and she tried to control the quaver in her voice. “My birthday is April 4th, Mr. Darcy.” She watched as his eyes kindled, first in joy, then with something else, something she could not define, but intense, nonetheless.
“Truly, Miss Elizabeth? Then I shall have to bring you a particularly special gift when I come to Rosings.”
