Teatime Tales
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Elizabeth looked pointedly at Jane and gave a slight tip of her head toward Mr. Bingley.
Grasping her meaning, Jane asked, “Were you not on your way to Longbourn? Will you not join us for tea? My mother will be sorely disappointed if you do not.”
“What say you, Darcy? Shall we accompany the ladies home and partake in some refreshment.
Longbourn’s cook does make the finest shortbreads this side of Scarborough.”
Darcy turned his back on Wickham while extending his free arm to Miss Elizabeth. “Bingley knows I have a fondness for well-made shortbreads.”
“But I wished to get some ribbons for my bonnet.” Lydia pouted. “Denny was going to help me choose them.”
“We have been gone longer than was intended, Lydia. Your bonnet will have to wait until another day.” Jane’s voice and the look in her eyes were firm.
Lydia huffed and stamped her foot. “Come on, Kitty. Jane never wishes for us to have any fun.” She grabbed her sister’s arm and strode ahead of the group.
Jane said a brief farewell to Denny and Wickham before taking Bingley’s arm and following her younger sisters. Mr. Collins followed with Darcy and Elizabeth trailing behind him.
When Mr. Collins was a safe distance from them, Darcy spoke softly to Elizabeth. “I am unable to explain at this moment, but it would be wise for you and your sisters to avoid Mr. Wickham.”
“I had already determined he was not to be trusted.” She felt some of the tension leave him.
They walked in companionable silence for a distance before she spoke again. “How blows the wind from the north?”
He chuckled when she spoke in the code they had agreed upon. “The wind is favourable. And how are the southern seas?”
“Peaceful and agreeable. Is it safe to lower my guard? Is the treasure out of danger?”
“I believe it is.”
Delight suffused her face. “You have made me a very happy sister, Mr. Darcy. But, should the wind begin to blow foul, you are honour-bound to inform me.”
“Without question, Miss Elizabeth.”
“One potentially devastating situation averted. I pray I can avoid the next as easily, though I fear I will not.”
“So the southern seas are not free of all ill?”
“No, sir,” she said, as if reporting to a superior officer. “A foreign vessel has dropped anchor within the harbour, and I fear its intentions will not leave the port without damage.”
He furrowed his brow, attempting to reason out her meaning. She leaned closer into his arm and spoke softly. “My cousin.”
He looked first to Mr. Collins and then to Elizabeth with a question in his eyes. She nodded.
“The voyage has been commissioned by a great patroness with the goal of repairing a breech within the Admiral’s family. It is rumoured that the ship’s captain has determined to marry…” She gave a sigh of exasperation. “How did you and your cousin speak in code? I find it to be quite tiring.”
He chuckled. “We never told each other extended stories using code, just quick messages. Though we often used code names for places and people.” He glanced ahead to see who was near. “I think your cousin will not hear if you wish to speak more plainly.”
“He is determined to marry one of his cousins and since my mother had made note of Mr. Bingley’s attentions to Jane, I fear he has settled upon me as his choice.”
“You? And him?” So great was his shock that he stopped walking. “He is so….so…well, pompous and absurd, and you are so intelligent and sensible. Could there be a more unequal match?”
A small laugh escaped her. She had not thought that Mr. Darcy could express himself in such an unreserved manner. “I believe you have the right of it, sir. I could never willingly accept such an offer, so I fear there may be a battle brewing in the southern seas.”
“Would your father force such an arrangement?” Darcy’s heart pinched and his chest tightened at the thought.
“I do not believe he would, but my mother will do her best to persuade him of the advantage of such a match.”
“Forgive me if I offend, but what could be the advantage?”
“You do not offend. The foreign vessel’s captain is heir to the southern seas. Should one of the Admiral’s daughters marry the captain, she and her mother would be assured of remaining in their home after the Admiral passes.”
“Ah, I see.” Darcy spoke not a word more for several moments.
Elizabeth glanced at him discretely, watching the muscles around his eyes twitch and his mouth frown as he thought. Then, his head tilted to the side, his eyebrows rose, and a small smile formed on his lips. It was obvious he had come to some sort of conclusion.
“What if you, like your sister, had an eligible suitor?”
She furrowed her brows and pursed her lips. “I am afraid I do not have a ready supply of suitors from which to draw.”
“You need only one.” He sounded too happy. Did he not grasp the seriousness of her position?
“I assure you; if I had even one possible suitor, I would have already made his presence known to my cousin.”
“You are sure there is not one gentleman in all of Hertfordshire who fulfills such a role?”
Frustration began to creep into her voice. “Must I truly admit to being so undesirable?”
“Undesirable? Good heavens! I would never ask you to prevaricate in such a fashion. I fear you mistake my meaning. I was simply inquiring if there were any gentlemen to whom you might find marriage to be agreeable.”
She sighed. “There are none who come to mind.”
“What if it were a gentleman who was not from Hertfordshire, but was merely a guest in the area?” He held his breath while he waited for her to grasp his meaning.
“The only guests to the area are my cousin—whom we have already agreed is not suitable, the militia—also unsuitable, and…” Her eyes grew wide and her hand came to rest on her heart. “No, that would never do.”
Darcy flinched and looked away, so she might not discern the pain he was sure could be seen in his eyes.
Seeing his reaction, she spoke with some haste. “It is not that you are unsuitable, sir. It is that I am. I have little fortune. My family’s connections are not great. And, my mother—I have had my whole life to adjust to her ways and yet she mortifies me. I could not bear to place such a burden upon you.”
She shook her head as if unable to comprehend something. “You, sir, are too noble by half. To offer to court a lady in order to spare her the attentions of another!”
“I assure you I do not offer to be noble. I offer because it is what I desire.” He heard her gasp. “I will not pretend that certain members of your family will not try my patience, nor will I say that your lack of standing and fortune will never cause issue with mine. But, they shall not dissuade me.” He halted as they drew closer to Longbourn; he did not wish for this conversation to be interrupted. Turning to look down at her, he smiled at the expression of shocked pleasure on her face. “If you desire to have me as a suitor, I shall speak to your father directly, so I do not have to fear your cousin’s attentions.”
She blinked twice and shook her head again. “You desire to court me?”
“I do.”
“You do not fear the disapproval of your family or society?”
“I do not need their approval. I need yours.”
A smile spread across her face. “And my fathers.”
“I have your approval?”
She nodded and blushed as he lifted her hand to his lips.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Jane glanced over her shoulder to where her sister stood with Mr. Darcy. She hurried Mr. Collins inside, charging him with the task of informing her mother of their esteemed guests.
“Well, Mr. Bingley, it seems you were correct,” she said. “I believe they will do very well together.”
“Did you doubt me?” he asked.
“Never. I never doubted you.”
“Good,�
� he said. “Now, I believe I should make my way to your father’s study to seek permission to court his daughter.” He gave her hand a squeeze before releasing it. Glancing in the direction of Elizabeth and Darcy, he added with a chuckle, “And to put in a good word for my friend so that he might be allowed to court her sister.”
Jane watched him until he was inside the house; then, she turned to watch her sister. The happiness, which had for so long been pushed out of her heart, began to creep back in. She sighed and wrapped her arms about herself in an attempt to contain her joy. She had known this happiness before─but not in such measure! For now, her pleasure was increased by the knowledge that her sister would share in her happiness.
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Leenie Brown has always been a girl with an active imagination, which, while growing up, was a both an asset, providing many hours of fun as she played out stories, and a liability, when her older sister and aunt would tell her frightening tales. At one time, they had her convinced Dracula lived in the trunk at the end of the bed she slept in when visiting her grandparents!
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Her heroes, when growing up, were authors, and the worlds they painted with words were (and still are) her favourite playgrounds! She was that child, under the covers with the flashlight, reading until the wee hours of the morning…and pretending not to be tired the next day so her mother wouldn’t find out.
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