Darcy and Fitzwilliam: A Tale of a Gentleman and an Officer

“No trouble at Pemberley, I hope.” Georgiana quickly looked up from her tea.

“No, no, Georgiana.” Darcy folded the letter and put it into his pocket. “But it is something I must see to as soon as possible. Elizabeth and Georgiana, I am afraid I shall have to leave for a while. I will notify you as soon as I can ascertain the length of my departure. Aunt Catherine, is that all right with you? I should only be a few days at most.”

Catherine looked insulted.

“Whatever do you mean, ‘Is that all right?’ Why of course it’s all right! They are both welcome in my home for as long as they like.” Catherine picked up her teacup, muttering crossly to herself before her focus was derailed by several of her dozen or so dogs, now fighting over the scraps of ham and bacon and cheese she had thrown to them on the floor. “Spartacus! Ulysses! That is beyond enough! You are worse than spoiled children.” Two King Charles spaniels stopped for a moment and then assailed each other once again. “Whatever gets into those two?!”

“A few days?!” Elizabeth stopped halfway into her chair. “William, what is the issue?”

“Nothing, dear. Boring stuff really. It is the… drainage. Yes. A new drainage system is being tested by Charles at Netherfield Hall, and I promised him I would help out if he ran into any difficulty.” He leaned toward her to kiss her head. “Evidently, there’s a glitch, and Bingley is in need of some consultation. You know I am widely regarded as the local expert on drainage.”

Fitzwilliam mumbled into his coffee, “Evidently, water really does find its own level.”

“I will go and speak with him,” Darcy continued after glowering at his cousin, “and if I am unable to quickly remedy the situation, I will put him in touch with whatever professional is needed and return immediately.”

“Go take care of that business. I can watch over our Lizzy for as long as you need, Darcy.” Mr. Bennet, as usual, displayed no desire to know what problems there may be concerning physical operations of the estates. He immediately forgot about Darcy and hurriedly set upon finishing his breakfast so that he could return to “his” magnificent library.

“Thank you, sir. I will return as quickly as possible.”

Elizabeth was worried, despite his assurances. She knew his every mood and nuance; he was plainly concerned about more than drainage. She smiled sweetly at Darcy when he touched her hand and kissed her cheek.

***

The following morning, Lizzy watched from their bedroom window as his horse rode away. He sits so well on his horse, and he’s so handsome and kind and brave and noble and sweet and bold and heroic. Placing a protective hand over her stomach, she decided to have a word with their child.

“I must speak with you (we will settle on a name soon, I promise). Papa will be gone for a little while, helping out your uncle Charles. You will come to realize, when you are older (say one day old or two) that this is often the case with your father, since he is the most clever and decent of men. The happiness of many people, as well as our own, rests on his magnificent shoulders.”

She walked slowly to the bed. Still morning sleepy and already lonely for her husband, she lay down, tenderly holding her stomach. She yawned and smiled.

“Your mama is very clever also, you know.” Lying on her side she brought her knees up and cuddled her stomach in her arms. “I put a trinket in his coat pocket to surprise him, a locket within which is a lock of your mama’s baby hair. Hopefully this will make him feel so hideously guilty and wretched that he will return to us sooner than he had thought.”

This was, incredibly enough, Elizabeth’s first brazen attempt at wifely maneuvering, and she was quite proud. She was also extremely tired, gently patting her tummy and pulling the cover up to her shoulder, relieved that the little sprite within her had finally stopped booting her spine.

***

“Mrs. Darcy, Mrs. Darcy.” Her maid was trying to wake her by gently shaking her shoulder.

“William?” she garbled and looked around, blinking at the semidarkness of the room.

“No, ma’am, sorry, it’s just me, Cara. A message was delivered to you from Mrs. Bingley. Lady Catherine thought it might have something to do with Mr. Darcy’s errand. She said I should bring it right up to you.”

Elizabeth tried to shake the sleep from her thoughts, surprised to look around and see a darkening room. “What time is it?”

“Nearly supper time, ma’am.” Cara curtseyed and left the room.

Jane wrote a letter? Wait! I had another letter on the windowsill in my dressing room. Oh my, that was two or three days ago. Lizzy tore open the new message, dismayed with herself for not having read the earlier one.

Lizzy,

We have arrived safely and are having the most wonderful time. I feel very guilty about enjoying myself so much and Mama gone so recently, but after all that sadness, it is good to be alone with Charles and the baby, and just relax. Charles says we are to spend a second month here, so please do not worry.

Were you as surprised as I at Caroline’s generosity? She has, unfortunately, broken off another engagement, evidently. It happened before mama’s passing but is something of which we have only now learned. She arranged this trip for us shortly after that. You see, there is good in everyone, even Caroline Bingley. Give my love to Papa and William.

Lizzy got up from the bed and went to her dresser, searching for the original letter from Jane, and found it in the back of a drawer.

Dear Lizzy,

I wanted to let you know that Charles and I will be away for at least one month. We are going to Bath for a small vacation as a gift from, of all people, his sister, Caroline. It seems she has been planning this for a few weeks.

Perhaps that is what she and Darcy were discussing at Mama’s funeral luncheon. They seemed to be very secretive; remember, I mentioned it to you? This does seem more something you or Darcy would think of, rather than Caroline. But I am being very ungracious, as this is a most generous gift.

I will write to you upon our arrival there. Have a wonderful time with Father. Give him and Darcy both our love.

Chapter 16

“Caroline?! I didn’t expect to see you here. Where is Charles?” Darcy had handed the butler his coat and hat, and was immediately shown into the formal drawing room at Netherfield Hall. He looked hastily around the very familiar room, immediately feeling the vague apprehension he always experienced when alone with “the Viper,” as he and his cousin sometimes called her. All of these emotions were evident on his face as Caroline beckoned to him, her hands outstretched in welcome.

“Mr. Darcy! How wonderful to see you, handsome as ever I must say! Charles told me to expect your arrival and that I should make you as comfortable as possible. You have only just missed our sister, Louisa, and Mr. Hurst. I believe Charles said he had some urgent matter and then suddenly galloped off. He asked me to have you wait for him, said he would return as soon as possible.”

After giving her a chaste peck on her perfectly rouged cheek, Darcy took a seat across from her. She looked charming in a simple, pale country frock, the neckline of which, though low, was demurely trimmed with delicate ecru lace. Her fiery red hair was loosely tied back with ribbons. It was a puzzle to Darcy how she could continue in looks as she grew older, while her character seemed to diminish.

“Where is Jane?” he asked, nodding at her butler’s offer of tea.

Caroline waved off the butler, announcing she would pour, and then stared blankly at him for a second. “Oh,