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Chapter 1

May 30, 1811 ~ Longbourn Estate, Hertfordshire

“Happy Birthday, my Lizzy!”

Elizabeth had stopped on the first step of the stairs, and for once, Mr. Bennet did not have to stoop to kiss his daughter’s forehead. “Twenty years—it is hard to believe it has been that long since the day of your birth.” Mr. Bennet blinked a few times in rapid succession. “So much has changed in that time.”

“Thank you, Papa. Changes for the better, I hope?”

Mr. Bennet stared off at nothing and furrowed his brow just a bit. “
Some
are better, my dear.” He looked at her again and smiled. “
You
have changed much, and without a doubt, for the better...” his voice trailed off again. After another moment’s reflection, he seemed to remember where he was. “The post has arrived. I have a letter for you.”

Elizabeth took the missive from her father’s hand and turned it over. “I do not recognize the handwriting, and there is no return address. I wonder whom it is from.”

“There is only one sure way to find out. Open it!”

She chuckled, watching her father continue down the hall and enter his study. Her mother would want her to read the letter aloud if she joined her in the breakfast room. Instead, Elizabeth slipped it into the pocket of her gown and donned her pelisse and bonnet, wishing to take a walk before breaking her fast. When she arrived at one of her favourite locations on her father’s grounds, she sat on a tree stump and broke the seal on her letter.

The page now unfolded, she realized it was not a letter at all, but a drawing depicting her family settled around their dining table. In the centre of the table was a plate filled with marzipan, a treat she had enjoyed immensely whilst visiting her Aunt and Uncle Gardiner in London the previous winter.

Aunt Madeline never told me that she could draw! She must have sent the recipe to Mama so that Mrs. Hill could serve it on my birthday. How thoughtful of her! Two gifts in one,
she thought as she turned the page over to look at the direction.
But, this is not her handwriting.

~%~

For the ladies of Longbourn, the day progressed much as any other Thursday, which meant returning calls to their neighbours, whenever the weather allowed. The last of their visits was usually to their closest neighbours at Lucas Lodge. Elizabeth always looked forward to that call with great pleasure—a visit with her intelligent, good-humoured friend Charlotte Lucas was always a welcomed relief after being forced to listen to her mother discuss the same bits of gossip with one matron after another. Alas, today it would not be since the Lucas family was on holiday, visiting relatives in the North. They had been gone more than a month already, and Elizabeth found herself missing Charlotte more as every week passed.

Upon arriving home again, Mr. Bennet stepped into the hall and asked that Elizabeth join him in his study. “You are very popular today, Lizzy,” he said after she closed the door behind her and approached his desk. “You had another letter delivered in the afternoon post.” He handed her the missive. “This, too, has no return address.”

“It must be another from Aunt Madeline. She is making me feel quite guilty by sending me three letters before I have answered her first. I was going to ask you to post a letter from me today but felt I should acknowledge the drawing I received this morning, at least in postscript, and held it back. Now here is yet another letter. It is strange, though, Papa. See here—it is the same handwriting as the one from this morning, but it is not Aunt Gardiner’s.” Elizabeth handed him the letter.

“It is not your Uncle Edward’s hand either,” Mr. Bennet replied, returning it to her. “Perhaps Madeline had a servant write the direction.”

“But why? It could not be that she injured her hand, or she would not have been able to draw so beautifully.”

“Beautifully?” He chuckled. “Then Madeline’s talents have improved quite drastically. When I last saw a drawing of hers, I felt the subject would have been more recognizable had she done it in stick figures! She must have retained an instructor.”

“I seem to remember you said something similar when you saw one of
my
drawings, Papa.” Not at all insulted as some ladies might be, Elizabeth laughed when he nodded. “It is a good thing my vanity did not lie in how well I perform in the arts, or I would be disappointed. Aunt Madeline is modest, to be sure, and she does enjoy attending museums and art displays, but I do not believe she has ever mentioned that she possessed a talent for drawing or painting. In fact, I can remember once she said she was not at all fond of those employments.”

Mr. Bennet nodded. “There are only two reasons I can think of that would cause her to have someone else address the letter. Either she had left it with her instructor to examine, and he posted it for her, or mayhap she had an accident after she finished making the drawing but before she wrote the direction.”

“Either is possible, I suppose, though I hope it to be the former. Maybe I will find out when I read her latest letter.”

A knock at the door interrupted their conversation. “Come!” Mr. Bennet called out.

Mrs. Hill entered and curtsied. “Beggin’ your pardon, sir, but the mistress asks that Miss Elizabeth attend her at once.”

“Thank you, Hill.” Mr. Bennet waited until the housekeeper left the room to speak again. “Did you not just spend most of the day with your mother?”

“Yes, but with the date of the assembly ball quickly approaching, upon our return home, we were to choose the ribbons and lace to be used to remake one of my gowns.”

Her mother’s voice could be heard faintly through the study’s thick wooden door, screeching, “Lizzy! Lizzy? Where
is
that girl?”

Mr. Bennet’s eyes widened. “Off with you now.”

Elizabeth pocketed her letter and left her father to himself.

~%~

Later that day, Elizabeth retreated to her room. After locking the door behind her, she leaned against it, and, closing her eyes, she sighed deeply.
Between all of Mama’s fussing and criticizing, and Kitty and Lydia’s giggling and chattering, it would have been a miracle had I not developed a headache. At this moment, I think I am about as fond of lace as is my father.

Her hand brushed against the pocket of her skirt whilst removing her work apron, and she heard the distinctive crinkle of paper, reminding her of the letter she had received. Opening her letter, she found another drawing and examined it. Her sister Lydia stood alone, her face crimson, her fury displayed in her eyes to perfection. The most likely cause to the outburst was what looked to be a large wine stain across the front of her favourite gown.

Elizabeth shook her head.
Why on Earth would Aunt Madeline send me
this
?

~%~

After the evening meal, Elizabeth sat down at the writing desk in the sitting room to add a postscript to the letter to her aunt:

 

My mother has told me of your kindness in forwarding the recipe for the dessert I enjoyed during my last visit to London. Thank you, dear aunt—it was delicious and relished by all! I pray that you will understand that if you should repeat to Mama or Mrs. Hill what I am about to say, I will deny it with considerable enthusiasm. However, you do have my permission to pass on to your cook my compliments by telling her today’s treat was not quite so tasty as it was at your house in January. I look forward to sampling hers again the next time I visit.

Now, Aunt, I must also thank you for the two drawings you have sent to me. From what I understand, this is a late-blooming accomplishment of yours, and I must say you have met with splendid success! These likenesses are so true to the originals, it is difficult to believe that you did not have them pose for you.

Yours, etc.

EB

~%~

May 31, 1811

The following day, as Elizabeth’s sister Kitty was speaking to the family with ample animation, an odd awareness overtook Elizabeth’s senses, and she became exceptionally aware of what was happening around her.

Kitty’s speech sounded slurred, and Elizabeth looked up from her plate to find that all around her were moving rather slowly. Kitty’s arm extended, eventually striking Lydia’s wine glass and spilling the contents in the oddest manner. Lydia’s countenance changed gradually, and at the precise moment her face contorted into the exact expression depicted in the drawing, time seemed to stand still. After what felt like several heartbeats, all began to move slowly once again.

In a sluggish manner, Lydia screeched, her mother seemed to scold Kitty, and Kitty began to cry. Jane unhurriedly rose from her seat and moved halfway around the table before she looked across at Elizabeth. Jane’s expression changed to one of increased distress. Elizabeth blinked several times, and all movement regained normal speed once again.

Over the din, Jane’s voice was laced with considerable concern when she asked, “Lizzy? What is wrong? Are you well?”

“I am not at all certain. I feel very strange.”

“You do look pale, Elizabeth. Why do you not retire early this evening?” her father leaned in and suggested quietly.

Elizabeth nodded and did as she was told.

~%~

June 1, 1811

After a sleepless night spent tossing and turning, Elizabeth left her bed before the sun rose, dressed herself, and made her way to the drawing room. Her hand shook as she placed her candleholder on the writing desk. So distracted was she that she came close to injuring herself with her penknife as she used it to mend a quill well enough to write another letter to her aunt.

 

My dear Aunt Madeline,

I am sorry to be the cause of additional expense by writing again so soon, but I am most perplexed. My mind is all in an uproar and will not be still until my curiosity is satisfied. I know that my sister is not the most graceful of ladies, but you must tell me—how did you know that Lydia would have spilt wine on her dress?

Yours, etc.

EB

Elizabeth placed her letter on the tray that lay on a table by the front door, where any servant would understand it should be posted immediately. After doing so, she felt well enough to take a walk in an attempt to clear her head, but her thoughts continued to dwell on the pictures.

Upon her return home, as she went to unfasten the tie at the neck of her pelisse, she froze, spying a letter on the table near the front door. She did not have to read the direction; the handwriting was distinctive and immediately recognizable, even from this distance.

Elizabeth startled when Mrs. Hill said, “Havin’ trouble, Miss Lizzy? Here, let me help with that.”

Mrs. Hill looked up from her duty when Elizabeth spoke, “Hill... my letter to Mrs. Gardiner is still here; the post has not yet come?”

“Why, no, ma’am, it hasn’t.”

“Then where did this letter come from?” Elizabeth barely touched the edge of the paper with her fingertip. “It is addressed to me.”

Mrs. Hill raised her eyebrows high upon her forehead. “The master must’ve had it on his desk and forgot to give it to ye yesterday, miss, and then put it here so ye’d see it first thing this mornin’.”

Elizabeth’s expression was thoughtful for several moments, and then she nodded. “That is as good an explanation as any.”

After completing her task of assisting Elizabeth, Mrs. Hill curtsied and seemed about to walk away when she stopped and asked, “Are ye sure ye’re well, miss? Ye look a bit peaked this mornin’, if you don’t mind me sayin’ so.”

Elizabeth looked away. “Actually, my stomach
is
unsettled at the moment. I doubt any food would sit well; perhaps I should remain in my room this morning. Will you inform my father, please?”

“Yes’m.”

When she felt Mrs. Hill had progressed far enough down the hallway not to notice, Elizabeth snatched up the letter and headed directly up the stairs.

~%~

Why would father give me two letters and keep this one from me?
Elizabeth pondered the question before turning the letter over to examine it for what must have been the tenth time. This letter was thicker than the other two. She had never received a letter containing more than one sheet of paper, but she was certain this one would hold at least three.
It does not make sense. Hill would have known if the post arrived this morning—she holds the household cash that usually pays for such things. But if not the post, from where could this have come? Had there been an urgent need, perhaps Aunt would use a private messenger to send a letter to my father, but not to me.

Finally working up the nerve to break the seal, she did so. Like before, it contained not one written word, but this time there were three drawings.

The first was of the Lucas family coach arriving at Lucas Lodge.

But they are visiting relatives in the North and will not return for another month complete.

The second showed a drawing of a plant that Elizabeth had seen growing on her father’s property during her rambles.

What could be the meaning of sending me this?

The third shocked her completely. Mrs. Bennet was sitting sprawl-legged on the ground, covered in mud!

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