All these machinations served to increase her suspicions that Jonathan must, at the very least, be aware of his friend's interest in her and may well wish to encourage it. That she could get no satisfactory answers to all these questions was vexing indeed.
I should have liked to be certain in my own mind whether he does or does
not care for me. Many times during this week I have felt his interest not
only in the warmth and courtesy of his manner but also in the questions
he has asked.
They are certainly not the idle enquiries of an indifferent acquaintance;
but why then does he not let me see behind the words and manners to the
feelings he must surely entertain? Only then will I be able to understand
my own.
She had hoped that her last evening in London would afford him the opportunity, but apart from an earnest request to visit her at Edgewater, which he had seemed genuinely keen to do, there was nothing more.
As for his desire to call on me at Edgewater, this is not a request a
gentleman would make lightly, yet he has given me no indication whatso
ever of anything more serious than a sightseeing visit.
Ah well, we shall have to wait and see how it turns out.
On the morrow, just as they had finished breakfast and Becky was about to ask that her trunk and bags be carried down to the hall in preparation for their journey to the railway station, the doorbell rang.
Becky was certain it had to be Mr Contini come to say farewell, and judging by Anna's anticipatory expression, it seemed she thought so too. But, disappointingly, it was only Mr Elliott who, knowing of Becky's imminent departure, had called to give her some very welcome news.
No sooner was he in the room with them, than he declared, "Mrs Tate, I am here to tell you that William Rickman's pardon has been signed and will be sent to the county magistrate next week."
Becky was delighted.
He continued, rather gravely, "Rickman must report, with a lawyer in attendance, to the magistrate, who will read him the conditions of his pardon, to which he must agree."
When Becky looked apprehensive at this, he reassured her that they were not very onerous conditions and involved mainly giving an undertaking that he would not seek out any of those involved in accusing, arraigning, and convicting him.
"This is excellent news," said Jonathan, and Becky was very grateful.
"Mr Elliott, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, on behalf of these young people, who have suffered so much through no fault of theirs."
Despite her initial disappointment on seeing him, Becky was particularly pleased with Colin Elliott's news. At least, she thought, one thing would now be settled. She thanked him again and asked that her appreciation be conveyed to Mr Harding for his part in obtaining the pardon for Rickman.
To her astonishment, Mr Elliott looked a little embarrassed and replied that he would do so, when he wrote to his colleague, but it may be a while before he received it, since Mr Harding had resigned from the practice in London and was preparing to move to Canada.
Becky was speechless as she heard Jonathan Bingley ask, "This is certainly very sudden, Colin. Has Harding said why he is going and when does he leave?"
Mr Elliott said he did not know, but agreed that it had been arranged very suddenly. "He is at present in Scotland, visiting his mother, who I believe is his only living relative."
Becky could not help wondering whether Mr Harding's sudden decision had anything to do with her rejection of his proposal; it was a most disturbing thought. She could not know if Mr Elliott had known of his friend's proposal and her response. If he had, he certainly did not give any indication of it, and Becky was glad indeed of his discretion. She would prefer that the Bingleys did not discover it either.
Even as they were engaged in the discussion that followed Mr Elliott's announcement, the hansom cab arrived to take Becky and her maid to the station. As Becky thanked Jonathan and Anna with warm affection, the servants scurried to get her luggage stowed aboard the cab, while Nelly ran upstairs to fetch Becky's coat and bonnet.
The ten days of her visit had passed so pleasantly that they were all able to claim sincere disappointment that their parting had come too soon. Jonathan and Anna, always generous and considerate hosts, hoped she would return to them in the New Year, perhaps to Netherfield at Easter, and Becky could not conceal her sadness at leaving them.
But, this time at least, she was going home with some very good news and many happy memories.
***
On the journey from London to Kent, Nelly noticed that her mistress was exceedingly thoughtful. It was not unusual for her to spend many hours lost in contemplation, especially since the death of her daughter, but mostly during those times, Nelly had learnt to read her mood and understand her sorrow.
This time, however, it was different. She was clearly deep in thought, but Nelly could not detect the old sadness in her demeanour. Indeed she appeared to be in a rather volatile mood, moving without warning from apparent cheerfulness to melancholy. This puzzled Nelly greatly. She had been with her mistress for several years and seen her through many difficult and troubling times; it was frustrating not to know what lay behind her present disposition.
On reaching their destination in Kent, they took a hired carriage, which conveyed them to Rosings Park. There, Becky instructed their driver to take them to the Dower House and, finding her sister at home, alighted and went indoors to break the good news of Rickman's pardon.
Catherine, having embraced and greeted her sister, expressed her own satisfaction at the news. Her generous heart had been deeply moved by the story of the unfortunate Rickmans, and she was glad for their sakes as well as for Becky, who had expended so much time and effort on their behalf.
When she finally returned to Edgewater, Becky went to her room and sent for Alice. She told her the news about her husband's pardon, then watched with pleasure as the girl thanked her, then asked permission to leave, before racing out into the yard to find her husband. Rickman, who was chopping wood for the fire, saw her running towards him and put down his axe. He seemed uncertain and anxious at first, but as she spoke, threw his arms around his wife, holding her in a close embrace, while tears flowed down their cheeks.
Moved to tears as she watched them from her window, Becky felt a sharp stab of pain, not out of sadness, but because she envied their closeness and longed for some semblance of the affection they enjoyed. However, practicality soon took over and she was determined to make it her business to help them settle into a new life, free of the fear of the law.
First, she decided she would send for her lawyer, explain the case to him, and ask him to accompany William Rickman, his wife, and child when they went before the county magistrate.
Her next priority was to find Rickman a suitable job, one that would bring him a decent wage and enable them to live together as a family should, particularly one that had been unjustly parted for so long.
To this end, she determined to consult her brother-in-law, Frank Burnett, who had risen considerably in her esteem since his marriage to her sister.
A man of wide practical experience in the world, she was sure Mr Burnett could advise her on how best to secure a position for William Rickman, one that would be more appropriate for a young man of some education and good character.
On the day following, she went to the Dower House, where Catherine asked her to stay to dinner. Becky accepted gladly; it gave her an opportunity to discuss the matter with her sister. Catherine had always been sympathetic to the Rickmans, and Becky hoped to enlist her to their cause, when she approached her husband.
Before the meal, the sisters spent some time together, during which Catherine's enquiries if Becky had enjoyed her stay with the Bingleys in London brought an enthusiastic response, which left Catherine in no doubt. "Well, I did say that you would enjoy yourself, did I not?" she asked, and Becky admitted that she had, but apart from saying that she had spent many delightful days, many more than she had expected, she gave few details. Becky was as yet unready to confide in her sister.
Later, when they were seated at the dinner table, Becky asked Mr Burnett for his opinion on the possibility of William Rickman securing a job other than labouring work in the area.
"I would employ him myself, seeing that his wife works very satisfactorily for me, but Edgewater is only a small property and has no requirement for a man of the experience and learning that Rickman has. I am aware of it because both Alice and Mrs Bancroft have assured me that he was a very competent clerk and kept the books at the brewery very well, that is until he was falsely accused," she explained.
Turning to Mr Burnett, she asked, "Do you think there might be, in this part of the county, for I do not think they would wish to move away, a similar position for him? It would be a great pity were he to continue as a labourer, when he could do so much better."
Catherine turned to her husband.
"Frank, I recall that a few months ago, we were speaking of the need for someone to assist you with the books for the Rosings Estate. Have you given any further thought to the matter, my dear?" she asked, and Becky well nigh leapt at the suggestion.
"Now
that
would do very well indeed. It would be exactly the sort of useful occupation that Rickman could undertake."
Frank Burnett was more cautious.
"I would need to have some evidence of his ability and experience, as well as references as to his character, particularly in view of his recent incarceration, but it is a possibility. As to your question, my dear," he said, addressing his wife, "I have already written to Mr Darcy and Jonathan Bingley asking if they would approve such a position, if we could find the right man."
Becky was eager to know what response he had received.
"And what do they say?"
Mr Burnett was noncommittal.
"Mr Bingley has made no objection, if we can ensure that we appoint a man who is both honest and skilled in keeping the books. He understands that I have not the training to do the work myself. Mr Darcy, however, must be persuaded that it is not an unnecessary expense of the Trust's funds. As principal trustee, he is exceedingly careful of the way the money is spent."
"And so he should be," said Becky, adding, "but this cannot be seen to be a waste of money. A competent clerk can only assist and improve the management of the estate. Do you not agree, Cathy?"
Catherine nodded.
"I certainly do, and I think if Lizzie can be appealed to, then Mr Darcy may quite easily be persuaded by her."
"Do you think so? Oh dear, I wish I felt more confidence in my ability to appeal successfully to Mrs Darcy. She is so much the perfect Mistress of Pemberley now, I should be quite daunted by the prospect."
Catherine laughed, unwilling to let this pass.
"Oh come now, Becky, Lizzie was Mama's dearest friend; she is unlikely to wish to intimidate any of us. For my part, I will say that both Lizzie and Mr Darcy have been exceedingly kind and generous to us, most recently in appointing Frank to manage the Rosings Trust and permitting us to continue in this house."
Becky was not so easily persuaded.
"Ah, but you never did cross Lizzie in any way, did you, Cathy? You must remember that Lizzie held me responsible for all of Julian Darcy's misery because she believed that I persuaded my Josie to marry him. I do not deny that I did play some part in her decision, but in the end, Julian was the keener of the two. He was very much in love and determined that they should marry. Besides, I never could have foreseen their problems."
Catherine's voice softened as she acknowledged her sister's unhappy situation, but said with great sincerity, "Becky, I do not believe Lizzie bears you any ill will on that score, not now that Julian is married again and very happily to Jessica. I am confident that Lizzie is well pleased. Indeed, I had thought that both of you were quite reconciled last Christmas."
Becky sighed.
"Yes, you are probably right, but I do not believe I would have sufficient confidence to approach Lizzie and ask her for a favour, even if it would help the Rickmans. I would feel awkward and fear her refusal."
Catherine smiled, "Well, if that is how you feel, perhaps I could help. I should be happy to ask if she could put the idea to Mr Darcy. Since Frank has already written, it should not be too difficult for me to ask for Lizzie's support. I shall not mention William Rickman at all; my request will be on Frank's behalf. He needs a clerk to help him with this extra work."
Becky was surprised and delighted beyond words.
"Would you do that, Cathy?" she asked, incredulous. She had not expected this from Catherine.
"Why not? Frank, what is your opinion? Do you suppose it could be considered presumptuous on my part?"
Her husband took her hand and said, "No one would ever consider you guilty of presumption, my dear. If you were to approach Mrs Darcy, I think we can safely say the matter would soon be settled to everyone's satisfaction."
Which is how it came about that Catherine wrote to Elizabeth, who then approached her husband, and subsequently, William Rickman came to be appointed to the position of clerk, assisting Mr Frank Burnett in the management of the Rosings Estate.