“Antony, when this nasty business is concluded, I would like to talk to you about a whole host of things.”
“I know one of the things that has caught your attention is my attire. I am well aware that I am out of fashion, and you assume that it is because of money owed to my tailor. That is part of it. However, since the rise of Mr. Beau Brummel, every man in London looks exactly like every other man in London, and I do not like the idea of not standing out in a crowd. And as for having a ‘talk,’ we must first establish the definition of the word ‘talk,’ as your interpretation leans heavily towards ‘sermonizing’ while mine does not. But that is not what is important right now, so off you go and good luck!”
When Darcy arrived at the stables, Mercer had everything ready for their departure. They would travel with no luggage, so they might go farther and faster before having to change horses. The senior Belling and his son, Tom, were both capable drivers, and there wasn’t a conveyance that Mercer could not drive if necessary. But there were so many variables: the horses, the weather, the conditions of the roads, and on and on, but fortunately, his arrival was second in importance to Gregg’s.
As they drove out of the Pemberley estate, through Lambton, and on to the London road, he thought that the speech he had given Elizabeth about there being enough time to intervene before Wickham could put his plan into action was just that—a speech—for the purpose of bucking her up. Who could possibly say what a man would do who would exact his revenge through an innocent girl? But he was sure of one thing: If Wickham succeeded in seducing Lydia, he would track him down to the ends of the earth.
When Colonel Forster’s servant roused him from his bed at 1:00 in the morning, he told him that he better have a damn good reason for doing so. After reassuring Mrs. Forster that it was regimental business, she went back to sleep, and wearing his robe and night cap, he went downstairs to find out what fire was burning and where.
The man standing before him, encased in a thick layer of dirt, astounded him when he informed him that he had been traveling for a full day and had come from Derbyshire on behalf of Mr. Darcy of Pemberley, cousin of His Lordship, Earl Fitzwilliam.
Fumbling for his spectacles, he read the letter Gregg had presented to him, and with each sentence, his pallor grew paler until all color had drained from his face. He immediately went and knocked on the cook’s door and asked Mrs. Grant if she would go upstairs to make sure that Miss Lydia was in bed.
“I want you to look at her face—not at a bundle in the bed—to see if she is breathing.”
Mrs. Grant, whose knees creaked as loudly as the stairs, returned to report that Miss Lydia was sound asleep, and she had stood there for a full minute watching the rise and fall of her chest. After apologizing for disturbing her, the colonel bade her good night.
“Mr. Gregg, you have served Mr. Darcy well, and he has asked that I make sure you are fed and properly boarded,” and he instructed his servant, Walters, to see to the man’s needs. After doing so, Walters was to come to the colonel’s study as he was to deliver a message to Captain Wilcox, the officer in charge of the guard, for the purpose of finding Mr. Wickham.
The colonel had no doubt that Captain Wilcox would find the bastard, and once he had him, he would be confined to quarters with a guard posted at his door. In his note, Darcy had instructed the captain that no one was to say anything to Wickham. “I shall be doing all the talking in the morning,” the colonel mumbled.
There was nothing more to be done at such an hour, so the old campaigner took a blanket from the bedroom chest, placed a chair in front of Lydia’s door, and went to sleep dreaming of his life before he had married his nineteen-year-old bride.
Chapter 40
Despite it being a very cold morning, as soon as the carriage turned down the drive to Longbourn, Jane came out onto the porch to meet the travelers. After an exchange of greetings, she got right to the heart of the matter. “The express rider came early this morning, and Papa is prepared to leave immediately and is relying on Uncle Gardiner for the use of his carriage as far as London.”
“Of course,” Uncle Gardiner said immediately, “but I shall go with him as he will be in need of a sympathetic ear. This matter must be weighing heavily upon him.”
Jane thanked her uncle for his not unexpected kindness.
“We are eager to hear whatever news you have from Pemberley,” Jane said to Lizzy.
“And I will be glad to share it, but why are we standing outside in the cold?”
“Because Mr. Collins is here,” Jane said in a voice that indicated this visit was just as welcome as the last. “He arrived in Hertfordshire four days ago in preparation for the wedding and had been staying with the Lucases. Although he claims that he is not a superstitious man, he thought it best not to see the bride the day before the wedding, so he has come this morning to Longbourn.”
“I thought you were not supposed to see the bride the day
“Mama told him that, but he insisted he was right and she wrong. But never mind Mr. Collins, Papa is in the library waiting for you.”
When Lizzy went into the room where her father sought refuge from his family, she saw a man who had aged in her absence. She had no doubt he was blaming himself for their current circumstances, and she could provide no comfort on that subject because it was true.
“My dear, I am pleased to see you, but as you know, I must leave immediately. Do you have anything to share that might assist me in this unpleasant task?”
Lizzy explained that Gregg had left during the night and was to go straight through to Brighton, while Mr. Darcy was to follow in the carriage. “Mr. Darcy feels it important for him to be there to impress upon the colonel the seriousness of the situation as only he can provide information about Wickham’s past offenses.”
“So Mr. Darcy is certain that a seduction was planned?”
“He did not say it outright, but I suspect this feigned elopement would not be Wickham’s first.”
“Well, that settles it, and I am off. I leave you to care for your mother and, unfortunately, to amuse Mr. Collins.”
After seeing Uncle Gardiner and her father off on their journey, Lizzy went to look for her mother, fully expecting to find her in her room suffering from a case of nerves. Instead, she was in the front parlor speaking with Mr. Collins, and when Lizzy joined them, she immediately jumped up, kissed her daughter on the cheek, and whispered in her ear, “Mum’s the word.”
Despite the drama swirling all around her, Mrs. Bennet’s composure in dealing with a difficult guest confirmed what Jane and Lizzy already knew. Her attacks of “nerves” and the onset of the “flutters” were merely theatrics for the purpose of gaining attention from her family. This scene proved that she was quite capable of remaining calm, especially when the marriage prospects of her daughters might be in jeopardy.
During dinner, little was said by anyone other than Mr. Collins. Because Lizzy had spurned his attentions, most of the conversation was directed at her, and when he talked about Lady Catherine de Bourgh and her generosity in making the parsonage comfortable for his “beloved Charlotte,” Kitty let out a groan.
“Mr. Collins, why don’t you tell Lizzy and Aunt Gardiner all about your esteemed patroness,” Kitty said. “You would not wish to deny them your detailed descriptions of the fireplace at Rosings or the extensive gardens or its paths, and don’t leave out your own view of Rosings from your study or how you have mastered the proper amount of compliments to be paid and deference to be shown to Her Ladyship or how her daughter, Miss Anne de Bourgh, frequently passes the parsonage on her way to the village and how she drives her own phaeton and…”
If Lizzy had not kicked Kitty under the table, she would have continued. Mr. Collins could be exasperating, but he was their cousin, and one who held their future in his hands.
Kitty’s suggestion thwarted Lizzy’s plan to withdraw immediately after dinner, and she was forced to listen to Lady Catherine’s vicar praise everything his patroness said or did. It wasn’t until Mrs. Bennet pointed out that the groom-to-be had a very busy day in front of him that he retired.
As soon as Mr. Collins was out of the room, Mrs. Bennet collapsed into her chair. Fortunately, Aunt Gardiner offered to see her sister-in-law to bed. Lizzy gave her a look of such gratitude, and her aunt responded with a knowing smile.
