Darcy's Diary (9 page)

‘You must be mistaken,' I said.

‘Not mistaken at all,' said Hurst. ‘Had it from Denny.'

‘It is not a bad match,' said Louisa, considering. ‘In fact, it is a good one. There are five daughters, all unmarried, and their estate is entailed, I believe.'

‘Entailed on Collins,' said Mr Hurst.

‘All the better,' said Louisa. ‘Miss Eliza Bennet will not have to leave her home, and her sisters will have somewhere to live when her father dies.'

‘And so will her mother,' said Caroline gaily. ‘How charming to be confined with Mrs Bennet for the rest of their lives!'

I had never liked Caroline less. I would not wish such a fate on anyone, and certainly not on Elizabeth. She suffers for her mother. I have seen it. She blushes every time her mother reveals her foolishness. To be forced to endure such humiliation for the rest of her life …

‘But I wonder why he did not ask Jane,' said Louisa.

‘Jane?' enquired Caroline.

‘Yes. She is the eldest.'

Caroline looked at me. I knew what she was thinking. Mr Collins had
not asked Jane, because Mrs Bennet had led him to believe that Jane was shortly to be married to Bingley.

‘I dare say, with the estate entailed, he thought he could have his choice,' Caroline said. ‘Miss Eliza Bennet's pertness must have appealed to him, though I am not sure she will make a suitable wife for a clergyman. What say you, Mr Darcy?'

I said nothing, for fear of saying something I should regret. I could not possibly allow myself to admire Elizabeth, so what did it matter if another man did? But I found that my hands were clenched and, looking down, perceived my knuckles had grown white.

She looked at me, expecting an answer, however, and at last I said, more to satisfy my own feelings than hers: ‘It might come to nothing. Denny might be mistaken.'

‘I do not see how,' said Caroline. ‘He is as thick as thieves with Lydia. He knows everything that goes on in that household I dare say.'

‘Lydia is a child, and might have been wrong,' I heard myself saying.

‘Denny did not have it from Lydia,' said Mr Hurst. ‘Had it from the aunt. Aunt lives in Meryton. Told Denny herself. Whole house was in an uproar, she said. First Mr Collins offers for Elizabeth, then Elizabeth tells him she will not have him.'

‘Will not have him?'

I heard the hope in my voice.

‘Refused him. Mother in hysterics. Father on her side,' said Mr Hurst.

God bless Mr Bennet! I thought, prepared to forgive him every other instance of neglect.

‘If she doesn't change her mind and have him, he will have the Lucas girl,' said Mr Hurst.

‘How do you know?' asked Caroline in surprise.

‘Aunt said so. “If Lizzy doesn't look sharp, Charlotte will have him,” she said. “He has to marry, his patroness has told him so, and one girl is as good as another in the end.”'

I breathed again. It was only when I did so that I realized how deeply I had been attracted by Elizabeth. It was a good thing I was going to London. I had saved Bingley from an imprudent match, I could do no less for myself. Once out of Elizabeth's neighbourhood, I would cease to think about her. I would engage in rational conversation with rational women, and think no more of her saucy wit.

We arrived in London in good time. Bingley was surprised to see us.

‘We did not want you to be alone here, and to have to spend your free hours in a comfortless hotel,' said Caroline.

‘But my business will only take a few days!' he said in surprise.

‘I hope you will not go before seeing Georgiana,' I said. ‘I know she
would like to see you.'

‘Dear Georgiana,' said Caroline. ‘Do say we can stay in town for a week, Charles.'

‘I do not know why I should not stay an extra day or two,' he conceded. ‘I should like to see Georgiana myself. Tell me, Darcy, is she much grown?'

‘You would not recognize her,' I said. ‘She is no longer a girl. She is well on the way to becoming a woman.'

‘But still young enough to enjoy Christmas?' Caroline asked.

I smiled. ‘I believe so. You must stay and celebrate it with us.'

‘We will not be staying so long,' said Bingley.

‘What, and miss Christmas with Darcy and Georgiana?' asked Caroline.

‘But I promised to dine with the Bennets,' he said. ‘Mrs Bennet asked me particularly, and in the kindest manner.'

‘Are you to abandon old friends for new?' cried Caroline. ‘Mrs Bennet said you could dine with her family at any time. I heard her say so myself. The Bennets will still be there after Christmas.'

Bingley looked uncertain, but then he said: ‘Very well. We will stay in town for Christmas.' He began to look more cheerful. ‘I dare say it will be good fun. It is always better to celebrate Christmas when there are children in the house.'

This did not bode well for his feelings towards Georgiana, but I comforted myself with the fact that he had not seen her for a long time, and that although she might have seemed like a child the last time they met, she was now clearly becoming a young woman.

‘And once it is over, we will go to Hertfordshire for the New Year,' he said. ‘I will write to Miss Bennet and tell her of our plans.'

‘There is no need for that,' said Caroline. ‘I will be writing to her today. I will tell her so myself.'

‘Send her my best wishes,' said Bingley.

‘Indeed I will.'

‘And tell her we will be in Hertfordshire in January.'

‘I will make sure I do so.'

‘Commend me to her family.'

‘Of course.'

He would have gone on, but I broke in with: ‘Then it is settled.'

Caroline left the room in order to write her letter. Louisa and her husband went, too, and Bingley and I were left alone.

‘A Christmas to look forward to, and a New Year to look forward to even more,' said Bingley.

‘You like Miss Bennet,' I observed.

‘I have never met a girl I liked half so well.'

I sat down, and Bingley sat down opposite me.

‘And yet I am not sure she would make you a good wife,' I said pensively.

‘What do you mean?' he asked, surprised.

‘Her low connections—'

‘I do not intend to marry her connections!' said Bingley with a laugh.

‘An uncle who is an attorney, another who lives in Cheapside. They can add nothing to your consequence, and will, in the end, diminish it.'

Bingley's smile faded.

‘I cannot see that it matters. What need have I of consequence?'

‘Every gentleman needs consequence. And then there are the sisters.'

‘Miss Elizabeth is a charming girl.'

He had hit me at my weakest spot, but I was firm with myself and rallied.

‘Her sisters are, for the most part, ignorant and vulgar. The youngest is a hardened flirt.'

‘There will be no need for us to see them,' said Bingley.

‘My dear Bingley, you cannot live at Netherfield and not see them. They will always be there. So will her mother.'

‘Then we will not live at Netherfield. I have not yet bought the estate. It is only rented. We will settle elsewhere.'

‘But would Jane consent to it?'

His face fell.

‘If she felt a strong attachment to you, perhaps she might be persuaded to leave her neighbourhood,' I said.

‘You think she does not feel it?' asked Bingley uncertainly.

‘She is a delightful girl, but she showed no more pleasure in your company than in any other man's.'

He chewed his lip.

‘I thought … she seemed pleased to talk to me … seemed pleased to dance with me … I rather thought she seemed more pleased with me than any other man. When we danced together—'

‘You danced but twice at each ball, and she danced twice with other men.'

‘She did,' he admitted, ‘but I thought that was just because it would have been rude to refuse.'

‘Perhaps it would have been rude of her to refuse you.'

‘You think she only danced with me to be polite?' he asked in consternation.

‘I would not go so far. I think she enjoyed dancing with you, and talking to you, and flirting with you. But I think she enjoyed it no more than
with other men, and now that you are not in Hertfordshire—'

‘I must go back,' he said, standing up. ‘I knew it.'

‘But if she is indifferent, you will only give yourself pain.'

‘
If
she is indifferent. You do not know that she is.'

‘No, I do not know it, but I observed her closely, and I could see no sign of particular regard.'

‘You observed her?' he asked in surprise.

‘Your singling her out was beginning to attract attention. Others had noticed besides myself. If it had been gone on much longer, you would have been obliged to have made her an offer.'

‘I would have liked to have made her an offer,' he corrected me, then faltered. ‘Do you think she would have accepted?'

‘Of course. It would have been a good match for her. You have a considerable income, and a beautiful house. She would have been settled near her family. There is no question of her refusing. But should you like to be married for those reasons?'

He looked doubtful.

‘I would rather be married for myself,' he conceded.

‘And so you will be, one day.'

He sat down again.

‘She was too good for me,' he said morosely.

‘Hardly that, but if her affections are not engaged, what is the point of marriage? You will meet another girl, as sweet as Miss Bennet, but one who can return your feelings in full measure. London is full of young ladies.'

‘But I have no interest in other young ladies.'

‘In time, you will have.'

Bingley said nothing, but I was easy in my mind. He will have forgotten her before the winter is over.

I am pleased he has expressed a desire to see Georgiana again. He has known her very much longer than he has known Miss Bennet, and a new acquaintance cannot be expected to hold the same place in his affections as an old, particularly when he sees how much Georgiana has grown. The match would be welcome on both sides, and I flatter myself that it would be a happy one.

Bingley came to dine with me today. He has been busy this last week, but he arrived punctually this evening and was very much taken with Georgiana.

‘She is turning into a beauty,' he said to me. ‘And she is so accomplished,' he added, when she played for us after dinner.

She is. I had almost forgotten what it is to listen to excellent playing, and I could not help an inward shudder when I thought of Mary Bennet's playing and compared it to Georgiana's. Elizabeth's playing was sweet, it is true, though it was not so accomplished as my sister's, but there was still a quality about it that made me want to listen.

Caroline called to see Georgiana this morning, and I entertained her until my sister's music lesson was over.

‘Charles was very taken with Georgiana last night,' she remarked. ‘He said that Georgiana was one of the most beautiful and accomplished young women of his acquaintance.'

I was well pleased. Caroline seemed pleased, too. I think she would not be averse to a marriage between them.

‘Are you going to visit your aunt in Kent before Christmas?' she asked.

‘No, I think not, though I will probably visit her at Easter.'

‘Dear Lady Catherine,' said Caroline, removing her gloves. ‘How I long to meet her. Rosings is a fine house, by all accounts.'

‘Yes, it is, very fine indeed.'

‘Such a pleasant part of the country.'

‘It is.'

‘I suggested to Charles that he should look for a house there. I would be happy to live in Kent. But he felt Hertfordshire was better placed. A pity. He would have avoided certain entanglements if he had settled elsewhere.'

‘He is free of them now, however.'

‘Yes, thanks to your intervention. He is lucky to have such a friend. I would find it a great comfort to know that such a friend was looking after me,' she said, looking up at me.

‘You have your brother.'

She smiled. ‘Of course, but Charles is still a boy. One does so need a man at times, someone of depth and maturity, who is used to the ways of the world and knows how to live in it.'

‘Have you no plans to marry?'

‘I would, if I met the right gentleman.'

‘Now that you are in London you will have more chance of meeting people. Bingley means to arrange some balls, I know. I have encouraged it. The more pretty faces he sees over the next few weeks the better. And for you, it will extend your social circle.'

‘It is not so very constrained. We dine with more than four and twenty families, you know,' she remarked satirically.

I was reminded of the Bennets, as she intended I should be, but if she knew the exact form of my thoughts I doubt she would have been so pleased. No matter what I do, every conversation seems to remind me of them in some fashion. It is fortunate that I have stopped thinking about Elizabeth, otherwise the Bennets would never be out of my mind.

Bingley occupies himself with business and is in good spirits, though now and then I catch a wistful look in his eye.

‘You are sure she felt nothing for me?' he asked this evening, when the ladies had withdrawn after dinner.

I did not need to ask whom he meant.

‘I am sure of it. She enjoyed your company, but nothing more.'

He nodded.

‘I thought she could not … such an angel … still, I hoped … but it is as you say. She will marry someone from Meryton, I expect. Someone she has known all her life.'

‘Very probably.'

‘Not someone she has only just met.'

‘No.'

‘She will not miss me, now I am gone.'

‘No.'

He was silent.

‘There is a great deal to be said for marrying someone one has known all one's life, or at least for a long time,' I said.

‘Yes, I suppose there is,' he said, but without any real enthusiasm.

‘Their defects are already known, and there can be no unpleasant surprises,' I continued.

‘It is as you say.'

‘And it is as well to know, and like, their family. Georgiana will marry someone she knows, I hope,' I said.

‘Yes, it would be a good thing,' said Bingley, but without real interest.

A pity. I thought his affections were turning in that direction. However, I have made the point, and in the future he may remember it.

I have had my mother's pearls restrung for Georgiana, and mean to give them to her as a present. She is old enough for them now, and I think she will look well in them. Whilst I was at Howard & Gibbs, I enquired about having the rest of my mother's jewellery remodelled. It is of good quality, and much of it has been in the family for generations. I have arranged for the pearl brooch and earrings to be reset at once, and I will give them to Georgiana for her next birthday. I have arranged to take in the other pieces of jewellery so that they can be examined and sketches for new settings made. The sketches can be altered to accommodate any changing fashions and the pieces can be reset as Georgiana becomes old enough to wear them.

I dined with Bingley and his sisters. During the course of the evening we talked of the Christmas festivities. There will be some large parties for us to attend, but in the days immediately preceding Christmas I would like to arrange a few small private parties with no one but the Bingleys, so that Georgiana can attend.

‘I thought I would have a small dance on the twenty-third,' I said, ‘and then charades on Christmas Eve.'

‘An excellent idea,' said Caroline.

‘I have invited Colonel Fitzwilliam, which will make us four gentlemen and three ladies. Do you think I should invite any more ladies?' I asked Caroline.

‘No,' she said emphatically. ‘Mr Hurst never dances, which leaves us with three couples.'

My thoughts went back to Bingley's ball at Netherfield, where I danced with Elizabeth.

‘Have you decided when Georgiana will make her come out?' asked Caroline, as if reading my mind.

‘Not until she is eighteen, perhaps later.'

‘Eighteen is a good age. She will have left the schoolroom behind her and overcome her shyness, but will have the fresh bloom of youth. She will break a great many hearts.'

‘I hope she will not break any. I want her to be happy, and if she should happen to find a good man in her first season, I will be glad to see her settled.'

Caroline glanced at Bingley.

‘In two years, then, we must hope she finds someone worthy of her.
Someone with an easy temper, who is generous and kind.'

‘That would be the very thing.'

‘In the meantime, it will be good for her to have the company of a personable young man, so that she is used to male company and does not become tongue-tied when in gentlemen's presence. She is never tongue-tied with Charles, but seems to enjoy his company,' said Caroline.

‘What is that you are saying?' asked Bingley, who had been talking to Louisa, but who looked up when he heard his name.

‘I was saying that Georgiana is always easy with you. Darcy wants her to enjoy some adult entertainments this Christmas, and I am sure he can rely on you to dance with her.'

‘Nothing would give me greater pleasure. She is becoming a beauty, Darcy.'

I was gratified.

The house is looking festive. Georgiana has been helping Mrs Annesley to decorate it with holly, tucking pieces of the greenery behind the pictures and around the candlesticks. She has always liked doing this, ever since she was a young child. When I arrived, I found her adorning the window in the drawing-room with more greenery.

‘I thought we would have a dance in a few days' time,' I said.

She flushed.

‘Just a small one, with our intimate friends,' I reassured her.

‘Perhaps you would like some new ribbon to trim your muslin,' said Mrs Annesley to Georgiana.

‘Oh, yes,' she said, looking at me hopefully.

‘You must buy whatever you need,' I replied.

I was about to say she should buy herself a new fan when I thought better of it. I will buy one for her myself, and surprise her with it.

Today we had snow. Georgiana was as excited as a child, and I took her into the park. We walked along the white paths and returned to the house with flushed faces and hearty appetites.

I could not help remembering how flushed Elizabeth had looked after her walk to Netherfield. Her eyes had been sparkling, and her complexion had been brightened by the exercise.

Where is she now? Is she walking along the country lanes around her home in the snow? Is she at home, arranging holly, even as Georgiana is arranging it here? Is she looking forward to Christmas? If I had not kept Bingley from Netherfield, we could all be there now … which would have beeen a very grave mistake. It is better for all of us that we are in London.

We had our dance this evening, and I was gratified to see Georgiana enjoying herself. She danced twice with Bingley, once with Colonel Fitzwilliam and once with myself.

‘Georgiana moves with extraordinary grace,' said Caroline.

It was a subject that could not fail to please me.

‘You think so?'

‘I do. It was an excellent idea to hold a private dance. It is good for her to practise at these sorts of occasions. You dance very well, Mr Darcy. You and I together can set her an example. Charles and I are at your disposal if you should wish to hold another such evening. It can do Georgiana nothing but good to see others dancing, and it will help her achieve confidence and poise.'

I was reminded of another time when she had praised me, saying how well I wrote my letters. I recalled the scene exactly. It had been at Netherfield, and Elizabeth had been with us. I felt a stirring of something inside me as I thought of her. Anger, perhaps, that she had so bewitched me?

Our dance broke up. Our guests left, and I had the satisfaction of seeing Georgiana retiring to bed, tired but happy.

She has completely forgotten George Wickham, I am sure of it. As long as nothing reminds her of him, I do not believe she will think of him again.

We had our game of charades after dinner this evening. I was pleased when Caroline thought of suggesting that Georgiana and Bingley work on their charade together. They retreated into a corner of the room, their heads close enough to be almost touching. It was a most pleasing sight.

The charades were very enjoyable, and after we had all performed, we went in to supper.

‘Do you know, Darcy, I thought we would be spending Christmas at Netherfield this year,' said Bingley with a sigh. ‘That had been my plan when I took the house. I wonder what they are all doing now?'

I thought it wiser to turn his thoughts away from this direction.

‘Much the same as we are doing here. Take some more of the venison.'

He did as I suggested, and said no more about Netherfield.

I have never enjoyed a Christmas day more. We went to church this morning and this evening we played at bullet pudding and snapdragon. As we did so I noticed a change in Georgiana. Last year she played as a child, enjoying the novelty of putting her hands into the flames to snatch a burning raisin, and blowing on her fingers when she was not quick enough to emerge unscathed. This year, she played to please me. I could see it in her eyes.

I wonder if Elizabeth plays at bullet pudding and snapdragon? I wonder if she burnt her fingers as she snatched the raisins out of the flames?

‘I wonder you do not think of marrying Miss Bingley,' I said to Colonel Fitzwilliam as we rode out together this morning.

‘Miss Bingley?'

‘She is a wealthy young woman, and you are in need of an heiress.'

He shook his head.

‘I do not wish to marry Miss Bingley.'

‘She is charming and elegant, gracious and well bred.'

‘She is all those things, but I could not marry her. She is a cold woman. When I marry, I would like a wife with more warmth. I would also like someone who will look up to me, rather than someone who will look up to my family name.'

‘I never knew you wanted that from a wife,' I said in surprise.

‘As a younger son, I have had to look up to others all my life. I would like to experience the situation from another side!'

He spoke lightly, but I think there was some truth in what he said.

We rode on in silence for some way, enjoying the snow-covered scenery.

‘How long will you be in town?' I asked him.

‘Not long. I have business which requires my attention in Kent. I mean to pay my respects to Lady Catherine whilst I am there. Shall I tell her you will be visiting her at Easter?'

‘Yes, I will visit her as usual. When will you be returning to town?'

‘Soon, I hope. Before Easter, certainly.'

‘Then you must dine with me when you do.'