A Truth Universally Acknowledged
Bingley found their little party a bit dull after the Bennet sisters had left and the manor more than a little empty. He especially missed Miss Bennet's quiet and gentle nature, but he also missed Miss Eliza's lively temper. He longed to have Miss Bennet return and he expected his friend to be missing Miss Eliza as well, however Darcy seemed to be less pensive now than before, which puzzled Bingley exceedingly as he thought Darcy admired her. Bingley was also finding his sisters' comments about how wonderful it was to have "one's house back to one's self" a bit tiring.
After two days of remaining solely within his family's company, as Miss Bingley had not accepted any invitations from the neighbourhood, Bingley decided a ride would be a pleasant reprieve. As he was leaving, he popped his head into the library anticipating finding Darcy within. He was not mistaken as his friend was ensconced in front of the fireplace reading a newspaper. "Darcy, I am going for a ride and thought I might head over to Longbourn to enquire after Miss Bennet's health. Would you like to come along?"
"No thank you, Bingley. I am perfectly comfortable where I am and would like to finish reading," Darcy replied, speaking over the top of the paper.
"Alright, suit yourself, but I should warn you that Caroline mentioned she was heading here to read and wanted your advice on appropriate reading material. Furthermore, Hurst is looking for card players."
Almost immediately a stricken look passed over Darcy's face. He quickly rose and put down his paper. "On second thought, some fresh air might be a good idea. Just give me a moment to change."
Bingley tried to maintain a straight face as he agreed to meet Darcy at the stables in fifteen minutes, but inwardly he was laughing at his friend's amusing facial expression. He found his sister's pursuit of Darcy and Darcy's attempt to avoid her extremely diverting.
As the gentlemen were riding through Meryton, Bingley noticed all five Bennet sisters were standing by the Milliner's shop in conversation with two gentlemen in uniform and a man in clergyman's garb. He recognized one of the officers as Lieutenant Denny, but the other was unknown to him, however he seemed strangely familiar. "Look Darcy, we're in luck. The Miss Bennets are over there," he said while walking Wellington in that direction. "Good day Miss Bennet," Bingley called as he was dismounting.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Bingley," she said quietly, smiling at him. "May I introduce our cousin Mr. Collins? Mr. Collins, this is our neighbour Mr. Bingley."
"A pleasure to meet you, Sir," Bingley greeted him and both men bowed.
"The pleasure I assure you is all mine, Sir, to meet such a noble person as yourself," Mr. Collins said in a whiney voice and then excused himself to stand next to Miss Eliza.
"Miss Bennet, we were just riding to Longbourn to see you," Bingley told her, "My sisters and I were wondering about your health. Have you recovered?"
"I am in excellent health, Sir. I have quite recovered. Thank you again for all your kindness to my sister and myself while we were at Netherfield," Miss Bennet said and her smile grew wider.
"Think nothing of it. My sisters and I enjoyed having both of you with us."
"Will we be seeing all of your party at the Philips' dinner party tomorrow evening?" she asked.
"I am not certain. Caroline has not mentioned any plans to me," Bingley replied hesitantly. Just then Bingley noticed Darcy riding away at a brisk pace back toward Netherfield so he hurriedly made his farewell, but not before he passed on his greetings to Mr. and Mrs. Bennet. As he was mounting Wellington, he also noticed that the familiar-looking officer had vanished and only Denny remained.
It was not long before he caught up with Darcy. "What was that all about? I thought we were going to see the Bennets, but once we saw them you didn't even dismount and then quickly rode away?" Bingley remarked. It seemed to him that Darcy was slightly agitated over something.
"It was nothing, Bingley," Darcy assured him. "I just remembered some important business that cannot be delayed."
Bingley accepted Darcy's explanation, but he was not totally convinced since his friend's behaviour was so strange. Since Darcy appeared to be in no mood for conversation, he began racking his brain to determine just whom the gentleman in the lieutenant's uniform was since he seemed so familiar. Based on the man's age, Bingley was sure he had seen him at Cambridge during university. Suddenly the name came to him; "Darcy, that officer with Denny talking to the Bennets was George Wickham, wasn't it?"
Darcy started when Bingley spoke and hesitated before replying tersely in the affirmative; "Yes, it was."
"I wonder what he has been doing since university," Bingley mused. He thought to ask Darcy as they grew up together at Pemberley and Wickham was George Darcy's godson.
"Bingley, can we please not discuss that gentleman? We had a serious falling out after my father's death over some his activities. Suffice it to say that he treated my family's kindness in an infamous manner and we have not spoke since," Darcy said with restrained anger.
"Of course," Bingley replied and the two young men rode on in silence, both lost in thought. Bingley was thinking back to Cambridge and to what he remembered about Mr. George Wickham. He recalled that Wickham did not attend many classes or study much, preferring to spend his time at the pubs drinking and gambling. There were also rumours of debauchery and loose women, but Bingley never believed it. However based on Darcy's comments just now, maybe there was some truth to the rumours.
Upon entering the drawing room before dinner, he spied his sister doing what could best be described as preening in front of the mirror above the fireplace. "She wants to make a good impression on Darcy of courseÖas usual." "Caroline," he began, startling her.
"Charles, what do you mean by sneaking up on unsuspecting ladies?" she asked crossly.
"Forgive me, Caroline. I did not mean to scare you," Bingley apologized. "I was wondering if an invitation arrived to dine at the Philips' tomorrow."
"I vaguely remember something about dinner and cards," Miss Bingley said absentmindedly.
"Did someone mention cards?" Mr. Hurst asked in a sleepy voice. Bingley did not realize his brother-in-law was in the room until that moment, but now saw him lying on a settee in the far corner.
"Never mind, Hurst," Bingley remarked and his brother-in-law went back to sleep. "So are we attending?"
"Of course not! She's base and he's a boar."
"Caroline, do watch what you say about our neighbours," Bingley advised and then left the room for some billiards.
Without a party to go to at the Philips' or any other engagements, Bingley threw all his energy into planning the ball. While the planning should really have fallen to Netherfield's mistress, the master wanted to have a very active hand in it. In fact, he made most of the arrangements, especially since Caroline didn't seem very interested. Bingley chose the menu, set the guest list, picked out the invitations, hired the musicians and saw to the decorations, however he left the addressing of the invitations to Caroline since knew that his handwriting was so poor.
Servants delivered most of the invitations, but Bingley insisted that his sisters accompany him to hand-deliver the Bennets' invitation. They found the ladies within the sitting room and were informed that Misters Bennet and Collins were within the library.
Mrs. Bennet was effusive in her delight to be seeing Mr. Bingley again as well as his "elegant" sisters. She lamented not be able to talk with them at the Philips'. Bingley apologized for not attending and she kindly accepted his apology.
"Ma'am, we have come to invite Mr. Bennet, yourself and your daughters, as well as Mr. Collins to a ball held at Netherfield on Tuesday next," Bingley said cheerfully and presented the invitation to her.
"Oh a ball! I love a ball!" cried Miss Lydia before she began whispering with Miss Kitty something about dance partners.
His sisters were conversing almost entirely with Miss Bennet. Apparently it had been an "age since they had met." They wanted to know what she had been doing since she left Netherfield. They also made a few remarks to Miss Eliza, but ignored the rest of the family. Just as they paused in their conversation long enough for Bingley to talk to Miss Bennet since he had been talking up to Mrs. Bennet that point, they decided it was time to take their leave.
"Caroline, Louisa, how could you behave like that? We were barely at Longbourn and then you decided that it was time to leave," Bingley admonished once they entered the carriage.
"Charles, why would you want to stay longer? The mother! The younger sisters! It would be insupportable for us to stay longer," Louisa cried and Caroline gave her whole-hearted agreement.
"Could you not try to tolerate them, at least for a little while? For Miss Bennet's sake since you're such intimate acquaintances? You practically ignored them," Bingley said. "For my sake as well?" he thought since he had made up his mind to ask Miss Bennet to marry him, however he had a few arrangements to make before he did.
"By the bye, Charles, you will never believe what I have heard about their cousin, Mr. Collins," Miss Bingley remarked. "I heard that as Longbourn is entailed on Mr. Collins, he intends to make amends by marrying one of the daughters."
"I wonder which one he will pick? Look at his options," Mrs. Hurst commented and both ladies laughed thinking about the Miss Bennets.
While he was only partially listening, Bingley began to get concerned about his Jane, but then he remembered their meeting in Meryton and how Mr. Collins favoured Miss Eliza. He decided he would watch Mr. Collins' behaviour a little more closely to see if Miss Bennet was safe.
Chapter 9 -- Netherfield BallThe day of the ball, Bingley was a bundle of energy. He constantly wanted to have "one last check" on the preparations to ensure everything was "perfect." Instead of being helpful though, he was aggravating the servants and trying the patience of his sisters.
Eventually Darcy managed to drag him out of the house for a breath of fresh air and a ride, but they were only out an hour before Bingley insisted they return to Netherfield. "Darcy, I insist we return! I need to check on the placement for dinner."
"I am sure the placement is fine," his friend assured him. "If not, Miss Bingley will look after it."
"But I did not ask Caroline to check. I really should look after it myself," he said and turned Wellington toward the manor.
"Alright, if you insist, we'll go back. Really Bingley, I have not seen you like this since Hard-nosed Harrison's exam at Cambridge," Darcy remarked laughing.
Bingley also had to laugh at Darcy's remembrances of that professor and the effect he always seemed to have on Bingley. "I remember that you were perfectly calm as always, but what did you have to worry about, your marks were faultless."
"Well if you had studied more instead of always out rowing or playing football, you wouldn't have had to worry either," Darcy admonished.
As they were riding back, Bingley glanced at Darcy. While his friend appeared calm, their close relationship allowed Bingley to notice that Darcy appeared a bit discomfited. He assumed that it had to do with Bingley's invitation to the militia's officers and the possibility of Wickham's attendance. Try as he might, Bingley could not think of a reason to preclude Wickham, but he hoped the gentleman would not put in an appearance.
Shortly they reached Netherfield's entrance, not soon enough for Bingley, but Darcy refused to hurry. He vaulted from his horse and rapidly strode into the house. Poor Mr. Nicholls barely had a chance to greet the master before Bingley asked after Caroline. "I believe she is in the drawing room, Sir."
"Caroline, what are you doing in here? Don't you have preparations to check on?" he cried as he entered the room.
"Everything has been seen to, Charles. There's nothing left to check," Miss Bingley said calmly. "What are you doing in here? I thought you went riding with Mr. Darcy?"
"We were, but your brother remembered that the placement needed checking," Darcy informed her as he followed Bingley into the room.
"I assure you that I have seen to the placement and all is well."
"ButÖ" her brother began until Caroline interrupted with "Would you gentlemen like some tea?"
"We would love some. Right, Bingley?" Darcy replied and placed a cup in his friend's hand. "You need some food in you in order to dance this evening."
"I supposeÖI would not want to disappoint any of the young ladies," he said, although he was only thinking of Miss Bennet as his dancing partner.
While he was eating, his anxiety had been reduced, at least externally, however his mind was still racing. He kept thinking of things that could go wrong. During the course of two cups of tea and sandwiches, he had amassed quite a list. Before he could tell them to everyone present, Darcy conned him into a few games of billiards and once they had finished, it was time to dress.
"Dawkins has really outdone himself this evening," Bingley thought as he glanced in a mirror at the entrance to the ballroom. "I may even look better than Darcy this evening and I know how difficult that can be."
A quick glance into the ballroom and another into the adjoining rooms being used for cards and dinner revealed that there was nothing left to be done, so he walked to the front hall to greet his guests once they arrived. He did not have to wait long as Colonel Forster's officers arrived en mass shortly. Bingley was relieved to see that Wickham was not among them. Lieutenant Denny informed him that Wickham was obliged to go to Town. A rapid succession of carriages followed the officers and Bingley was kept busy welcoming the various ladies and gentlemen.
Among the last to arrive were the Bennets. "Totally planned," Miss Bingley said quietly. Bingley always thought Miss Bennet was handsome, but that night she was stunning. Almost instantly a line from Shakespeare came to his mind, "Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne're saw true beauty till this night."** Bingley warmly greeted both Miss Eliza and Miss Bennet, but left Caroline and Louisa to greet the rest of the family. Bingley then offered his arms to the ladies and escorted them into the ballroom. He left Miss Eliza with Lieutenant Denny, but lead Miss Bennet to the top of the dance. With a nod by Bingley to the musicians, the Netherfield Ball had begun.
It was a whirlwind of images and feelings; it seemed that time just flew. Bingley was ecstatic to enjoy every dance with Miss Bennet as his partner. He was also happy when he noticed that Darcy was dancing with Miss Eliza. Furthermore, Mr. Collins paid little attention to Miss Bennet and hovered around Miss Eliza, so Bingley knew that his Jane was safe.
Just before dinner when Bingley and Miss Bennet were having some punch, he was startled when Miss Bennet asked, "Mr. Bingley, what do you know of Mr. Wickham?" as he could not perceive a reason for the question.
"WellÖhe and Darcy were childhood friends and the late Mr. Darcy was Wickham's godfather. Of their history further than that I don't know. As for myself, I casually knew him from Cambridge as he was Darcy's roommate," Bingley said tactfully.
"But do you know anything about a disagreement between Mr. Wickham and Mr. Darcy?" she pressed.
"Of that, I do not know the particulars so I really can't say anything, but I understand they had a falling out due to some actions of Wickham's. I will say that I have known Darcy a long time and will vouch for his conduct and honour, while Mr. Wickham has not the reputation of a respectable gentleman."
"Thank you, Mr. Bingley." Miss Bennet appeared satisfied with his response so Bingley offered no additional information.
"Glad to be of service, Miss Bennet. Shall we go to dinner?" he asked and escorted her into the adjoining room.
He got many compliments during dinner, compliments for the ball and the meal in particular, which please him immensely. Their compliments showed that none of his fears had materialized. He regaled the group seated at his table with the list of disasters he had envisioned, drawing laughter from his audience.
Bingley sat next to Jane and kept her as far away from the rest of her family as he could since her family, whether by design or accident, seemed set out to embarrass both elder sisters. For example, when he asked Caroline for a little music after dinner, Miss Mary jumped out of her chair and rushed to the pianoforte to play and sing. While she played quite well, her singing voice was weak, reedy, and not at all pleasing to the ear. Once she had left the instrument, their cousin began a pompous speech about music and the clergy, and was proposing to sing for the guests. Luckily, Louisa sat at the pianoforte and played a loud and lively piece where singing was not necessary. During the song, he overheard Mrs. Bennet bragging to Lady Lucas on the fine match between Jane and himself as well as Miss Eliza marrying Mr. Collins ("Poor girl!"). He was speechless over her comments and knew that his face was flushed. He saw that Jane was blushing and Miss Eliza looked like she wanted to be anywhere but there. Lastly, the youngest daughter came rushing into the room brandishing a rapier and was being chased by a number of the officers demanding it back.
If the beginning of the ball was a whirlwind and time flew, the second half was excruciating, as Bingley was obliged to give up his fair partner to other gentlemen. They had asked Miss Bennet during dinner for her company and with her gentle temper she would certainly not refuse. He was extremely upset over this, but tried his best not to show it. "It's not gentleman-like behaviour." Instead of asking other young ladies to dance, he chose to stand at the sides watching Jane and conversing with some of his guests. His heart wasn't totally crushed as he did get to dance the last of the evening with Miss Bennet.
The majority of the guests left fairly soon afterwards, but the Longbourn party were the last to leave. "Also by design," Miss Bingley complained under her breath. Bingley had to contend with his sisters' poor manners (they constantly complained of fatigue), Mr. Collins' fawning, and Mrs. Bennet's compliments. However, he did remember to mention his trip to London to Miss Bennet so she would not expect to see him. It seemed to him that she was concerned over his absence until he told her that he expected to be gone only a few days. "Oh Jane, if all goes well in London, you and I won't be separated any longer," he silently promised her.
As he was escorting the family to their carriages, Mrs. Bennet expressed a wish to see the whole family at Longbourn for a family dinner in a couple of days. "We especially hope to see you, Mr. Bingley."
"I would love to, Mrs. Bennet, but it will have to wait until I return from London. I am leaving tomorrow and expect to return in a few days," Bingley happily replied.
"Come as soon as you can, Mr. Bingley. You are always welcome," Mrs. Bennet said and entered the carriage.
** Romeo and Juliet Act I Scene V
Bingley was up so early for his journey to London that only Darcy was awake and in the breakfast room to see him off. "Well this is no surprise. You're always awake early. If you could crow, I think cocks would be out of their jobs."
"Isn't this a bit early for you to be up, Bingley?" Darcy asked over a cup of coffee. "You didn't get to bed until nearly three and here you are wide awake at ten o'clock."
"Too much to do and so little time," Bingley replied. "The sooner I get to London, the sooner I get back."
"I suppose...but I never knew that you disliked being in London so much. I think I remember you telling Mrs. Bennet that you loved London," Darcy remarked.
"I find that the country holds infinitely more interest to me at present," Bingley said between bites of breakfast. "Miss Bennet for example!"
"When will you be leaving this morning and where are you staying?"
Bingley glanced at the clock. "I'm off in about twenty minutes. Hurst has offered me his townhouse for the few days I'm there. Besides many of my belongings are still there. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd better be getting ready," Bingley said and turned to leave the room.
"God speed," Darcy called after him.
Bingley's first order of business once he arrived in Town was to proceed to Grosvenor Square and relieve poor Wellington of some of his burden. His horse was not only carrying his master, but also a fair number of his master's belongings as Bingley thought taking the carriage would not be necessary for so short of a trip.
"It is so good to see you, Sir," Mr. Harris greeted Bingley. "How was your trip?"
"Very well indeed. Thank you, Harris," he replied. "Could you see that this is taken to my room?" Bingley handed him Wellington's saddlebags.
"Of course, Sir." Harris nodded to one of the footmen and then both he and the bags vanished. "Mrs. Potts thought that you might be hungry after your journey so she has prepared an early dinner for you."
Bingley was touched by the older woman's gesture. "Please thank her for me. Could you have it sent to my rooms? I find I am a bit worn out and plan to retire early."
"Certainly. Right away," Harris replied and Bingley went upstairs.
Bingley enjoyed the wonderful meal prepared by the Hursts' cook. Mrs. Nicholls at Netherfield was also an excellent cook, but Bingley always felt Mrs. Potts was the best. Then true to his word, our tired hero retired for the night, but not before he went through his list of tasks to accomplish before he returned to Hertfordshire and his Jane. All together there were three visits he needed to make.
That night he dreamed of how he would propose to her. He would find some way to get Jane to Netherfield and then ask her to join him in the Conservatory. He would seat her in the chair where she sat sketching that day. Bingley would then get down on one knee before her, take her hand in his, pull out his mother's engagement ring and ask her to make him the happiest man in the world. His mind replayed the beginning of the proposal scene so much, ensuring that it was perfect, that he was awoken to a knocking at his door before he had Jane's answer, but he was sure that the answer would be "yes".
"You did wish to be awoken at ten, Sir," the young servant reminded him when a bewildered Bingley answered the door.
"So I did. It's just that I can't believe it's that time already. Could you have a breakfast tray and hot bath water sent up?"
"At once, Sir," the young man answered and disappeared down the hall.
Within the hour, Bingley was out walking the streets of London. He was determined to finish his appointments that day so he could leave early the next morning. His first stop was his bank. "Good morning, Mr. Bingley. How might I help you this morning?" the gentleman behind the counter greeted him.
"Good morning," Bingley replied. "There's a small item I wish to obtain from my safe deposit box."
"Of course, Sir. If you'll just follow me," the banker said, walking to the back and collecting a large ring of keys along the way.
The young man removed the locked box from the vault for Bingley and left him alone to go through it. Quickly Bingley put his key in the lock and flipped open the top. Ever since the death of Bingley's mother four years before, her jewelry had resided within the box. Bingley removed a few pieces looking for that desired small item. Those pieces brought back a number of poignant memories of his mother, who was very much like himself. His sisters more resembled their father.
Eventually he found the small velvet box that contained both his mother's engagement and wedding rings. He lifted the lid and gazed at them, picturing them on his beloved Jane's hand. He snapped himself out of his reverie, remembering he had other things to do that day. Bingley put everything else back in the box, locked it and then saw it safely back in the vault. After a courteous "Good day" to the banker, Bingley was back on the street.
His next stop was the jeweller his sisters regularly patronized. Bingley had only been there a handful of times, but the jeweller greeted him by name as he entered. "Good morning, Mr. Bingley. What can I do for you today? Some commission for Mrs. Hurst or Miss Bingley?"
Bingley reached into his waistcoat pocket and removed the velvet box, holding it in his hand. "No commissions for my sisters today. Actually I require your assistance on a commission of my own."
The jeweller was little surprised, as Mr. Bingley generally didn't make such purchases for himself. "Certainly, Sir, and how may I be of assistance?"
Bingley opened the box and asked, "Would it be possible for these to be cleaned and ready by the end of the day?"
"Of course. I will see to them immediately. Might I say, Mr. Bingley, that they are beautiful? Simple, yet very elegant.
"If I return at three o'clock, would they be ready?"
"Three o'clock will be just fine, Mr. Bingley," the jeweller assured him.
"Until three then. Good day," Bingley said as he took his leave of the shop.
"Good day to you, Mr. Bingley."
Bingley stopped at his club for a bite of lunch before his last appointment of the day. His friends and acquaintances were surprised to see him in Town and eager for conversation, however Bingley had to disappoint them with the explanation of pressing business.
An hour later, he walked through the door of his attorney's office. "Mr. Bingley, this is a surprise. What brings you to my door this fine afternoon?" Mr. Nigel Bailey asked.
"I require a contract to be drawn up," Bingley replied, trying to keep his voice calm.
"A contract? Sounds intriguing. Shall we step into my office?" Within moments Bingley and Mr. Bailey were seated across from each other on opposite sides of Bailey's desk. "Now what sort of contract do you require?"
"A marriage settlement," Bingley said bluntly. "I was wondering if you could begin the paperwork now and I would supply the particulars regarding financial arrangements later."
"That can be easily accomplished. I can begin writing them tomorrow. Might I inquire as to the young lady's name?"
"Miss Jane Bennet," Bingley stated with obvious pride in his voice.
"Well let me wish you joy, Sir," Bailey commented.
The two men discussed a few trivial matters relating to Bingley's late father's estate and then Bingley left to return to the jewellery shop. As promised the rings were ready and waiting when Bingley arrived. He thanked the jeweller for his speed, paid the gentleman and took his leave.
He was in a truly good mood when he approached the Hursts' townhouse. He was in such a good mood that he never noticed the carriages out front until he was almost at the front step. He recognized both his and the Hursts' carriages, and they were in the process of being unloaded. "What's going on? They knew I would be back tomorrow or the day after. There was no need for them to come here."
Bingley was so confused that he did not even acknowledge the greeting Mr. Harris gave him as he entered the house. He was solely focussed on finding his sisters and determining why they were in London. He did not have to look far as he found both his sisters, his brother-in-law and best friend in the front hall removing their outerwear. "Caroline, why are you all here? Is something wrong?"
"Of course something is wrong!" Miss Bingley cried. "You cannot..."
Darcy gave her a stern expression and interrupted with, "Charles, we need to talk."
Bingley had noticed the look Darcy had given his sister and was wondering just what was going on between them. He alternated between looking at Darcy and Caroline. He also had noted Darcy had used his given name, only used in the most important of occasions. "Actually, Darcy, I needed your advice on something. I guess now is as good as any other time."
Bingley lead the way to his brother's study and was a bit surprised to see Darcy and both his sisters following him. "Caroline, Louisa, I need your help as well so I guess you should be here as well," he said while shutting the door. "Caroline, I need you to extend an invitation to Miss Bennet to visit Netherfield when we return to Hertfordshire and once she gets there, leave us alone for a while."
Miss Bingley could no longer remain silent even though Mr. Darcy had asked her to let him do the talking. "Charles, you cannot be meaning to make an offer of marriage to Miss Bennet!"
"Of course I do, as soon as we return. I have Mother's ring and everything has been decided," Bingley said confidently. He looked to his friend for his opinion, but Darcy looked grave. "Darcy, I need your advice on an appropriate marriage settlement. What do you think?"
"Charles, think of what you are doing! She's a sweet girl, but she is a country nobody," Mrs. Hurst admonished.
"But you both said how much you liked her and wished to know her better," Bingley countered and looked pointedly at both ladies.
"As a friend, not a relation!" Caroline exclaimed. "Charles, look at her family. An uncle in trade! Living in Cheapside!" Louisa nodded her head in agreement with Caroline's statement.
"There they go again about people in trade." He had let this go on too long and decided to put a stop to it. "May I remind you both that our family acquired our wealth in trade? Just where do you think your twenty thousand pounds came from?" Bingley asked angrily.
Unprepared to respond to that question, Louisa went another direction, "Then there is the family. The mother! The younger sisters! A total want of propriety! I cannot believe the things Mrs. Bennet said at the Netherfield Ball! "What a great marriage that will be. It will throw the girls in the path of other rich men.' Even the father can be improper!" Bingley noted that both Caroline and Darcy were nodding their heads in agreement.
"Miss Bennet is not like the rest of her family and you both know it," Bingley pointed out. "If I married her, I would take her away from her mother and sisters."
"She has no money. She would not bring a dowry to the marriage," Louisa remarked.
"What do I care for money? I have enough for the both of us," Bingley replied.
"Charles, you cannot marry her! We will not allow it!" Caroline cried.
They were tyring his patience and he was rapidly becoming incensed. "You won't allow me! Let me remind you that I am a grown man and I make my own choices. I love Jane Bennet and I intend to marry her." Bingley said forcefully.
"You may love her, but does she love you?" Darcy calmly asked. This was his first verbal contribution to the discussion so far after instigating the talk.
Bingley was bewildered and confused. He had not anticipated that question. "Of course...that is, I'm sure she does," Bingley said hesitantly.
"Has she ever said so?" Darcy pressed.
"Well no, but a lady would never do such a thing," Bingley said.
"Bingley, you know I would hate to cause you pain, but I feel that Miss Bennet does not share your feelings."
"What do you mean, Darcy? If you watched her, you would see that she loves me," Bingley entreated.
"I have watched her, Bingley. Miss Bennet's look and manners are open, cheerful and engaging when she is around you, but she shows no symptoms of particular regard," Darcy said and his sisters voiced their confirmation of Darcy's observations.
"That cannot possibly be true," Bingley exclaimed. "You know I value your counsel, but I don't believe it."
"I've watched her many times. It appears to me that she receives your attentions with pleasure, but she does not invite them by any participation of sentiment. I believe her heart is not likely to be easily touched by you," Darcy told his friend. Bingley was so confused by this time that he could no longer speak; he just stared at Darcy. "Bingley, you know her temper. If you asked for her hand, she would agree. Would you want to be in a marriage where the bride doesn't share your affections? If you love Miss Bennet like you say you do, you would want her to be happy, married to someone she loved."
"You're right, I would not want her to be unhappy," Bingley reluctantly agreed. "Now if you will excuse me, I have some thinking to do." Bingley got up from the chair he didn't even know he had sat in and walked out of the room.
Bingley collected his gloves, hat and greatcoat from Mr. Harris and left the townhouse. He wandered the streets, not knowing where he was walking, just lost in his thoughts.
"I cannot understand the behaviour of Louisa and Caroline. They have said repeatedly how much they liked Jane. She is their intimate acquaintance. What could have possibly changed in their opinion? They must have recognized my affections for her so why are they so shocked and shaken when I want to marry her?
They talk so disparagingly of her family. What does it matter that she has an uncle in trade who lives in Cheapside. Our family worked in trade! They can choose to ignore it all they want, but it still doesn't make it less true. I realize Jane's mother and three youngest sisters leave much to be desired, but Jane is not the rest of her family. For that matter, neither is her sister Elizabeth.
Jane is special... unique. She is handsome. She's gentle and mild...warm and loving. I have heard her beautiful singing voice and seen the lovely drawings she has made. Jane is intelligent and charming. I must make Louisa and Caroline see all those qualities and they will come to love her as much as I do.
Wait! I am forgetting Darcy's counsel. Darcy has never led me astray before, but he could not possibly be correct this time. It is true that Jane has never openly showed her feelings, but he must have been able to see the love in her eyes that I see when we're together. I could tell that she was upset when I told her I was going to London for a few days. How she must be suffering now. Darcy must be wrong!
That's it! I have made up my mind! I will return to Netherfield tomorrow like I planned. I will see Jane and ask her to be my wife."
Bingley was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't realize that it was pouring rain. He was soaked through by the time he returned to Grosvenor Square. He ignored his sisters' inquiries as to his whereabouts and retired to his bedchamber. After he changed his clothing, he checked to see that Dawkins had began packing so he could leave bright and early the next morning as planned.
Well sometimes plans go awry. When Bingley got up the next morning, he felt dreadful. Just like his poor Jane, Bingley's travels in wet weather made him ill. As his carriage was now in London, Bingley was determined to use it to return to Hertfordshire even though he was feeling poorly.
As he was descending the stairs to leave, he nearly collapsed. The oaken banister saved him from a serious fall. It was in this position that Mrs. Hurst found him. "Charles, whatever is the matter? Are you ill?" she cried, rushing up the steps to his side.
"It is nothing, Louisa. Leave me be. I'm returning to Netherfield," Bingley said curtly and tried to continue down the stairs.
His sister caught his arm as he nearly fell once again. "Charles, you're ill. You cannot return to Netherfield. The only place you're going is to bed. Dawkins, Mr. Bingley needs to return to his chambers," Mrs. Hurst said to Bingley's valet who had just entered the front hall.
"Of course, Ma'am," Dawkins replied and climbed the steps to take his master's arm. "Let me help you, Sir."
"Perhaps you are right, Louisa," Bingley acquiesced, "I just need a little sleep and then I'll return to Hertfordshire." Then both men slowly progressed up the stairs.
An hour later, the Hursts' personal physician arrived to see the patient. Bingley was still adamant that he was returning to his home, but the physician advised against it. The diagnosis was a severe ague that without treatment may worsen to an infectious fever. His sisters were extremely concerned and agreed that Bingley would remain in London recovering.
While his sisters were concerned for their brother's health, they were not going to waste a golden opportunity to convince him not to return to Netherfield and Miss Bennet since he was a captive audience. They continued to press their case that Miss Bennet was an inappropriate potential bride, as well as reiterating Darcy's opinion that she was indifferent to him. It became even easier once Bingley's condition worsened (sometimes one has to get worse before one gets better) as he couldn't even protest. Whatever filtered into feverish Bingley's brain from his sisters' tirades remains unknown. Daily he expressed a wish to return to his Jane, which was what always started his sisters off on their tirades. This went on throughout the majority of his illness, which lasted at least a fortnight.
Nightly his dreams were a torture. Darcy's observations regarding Miss Bennet were starting to work on Bingley and make him doubt himself. His proposal dream kept repeating night after night, but unlike the first time he dreamt it, the dream continued to Jane's response. Sometimes she refused. Sometimes her mother burst in and forced her to accept. Other times she reluctantly accepted, but every time she did, he could see no love in her eyes, only unhappiness. His own subconscious was so powerful that he convinced himself not to return to Netherfield, as Miss Bennet would not receive him or his suit kindly.
Once he had fully recovered, his sisters were pleased that he made no mention of returning to Netherfield and he made no preparations to do so. They felt he had come to see their point to view and no longer considered Miss Bennet an appropriate bride. Little did they realize that his heart was broken, and thoughts of Netherfield and Hertfordshire were just too painful. While he still considered Jane Bennet the most amiable woman of his acquaintance, his ideal wife, he did not believe she loved him and he wished to see her married to someone she loved.
Bingley had recovered in time for Christmas and Christmas in London meant balls and parties and musical evenings, constant amusement. In addition to all that, his brother-in-law's parents, older brother and his wife had come from Scarborough for a visit. The townhouse on Grosvenor Square was filled to the brim, almost to the point of overflowing. Since he was nursing a broken heart, he would have preferred solitude, but with so many people in the house and so many engagements, Bingley was constantly amongst company. He tried to be his outgoing and carefree self at all the engagements, but the spark was gone. For example, he did not dance one dance at any of the balls the family attended, much to the disappointment of many a lady! Many people commented on his low spirits to his sisters, but they attributed it to his recent illness, not a broken heart.
{Author's note: I apologize for the length of time between postings and the short length of this section, but things have got busy in my life. I was also having trouble with how to handle this part of the story.}
Some how Bingley survived Christmas and was able to get the solitude he so desired. His spirits had yet to recover, but with his best friend back in Town, his sisters hoped Darcy would achieve some improvement. Darcy dragged Bingley all over London, to their club for hours on end or to Darcy's fencing master. Even though Darcy hated being in company socializing, he made an effort for Bingley's sake, especially interacting with many young ladies. Nothing he did seemed to make a difference; Bingley was still suffering from melancholy.
It was just prior to the family leaving for dinner at the Darcy townhouse (Bingley's spirits only slightly elevated in the presence of his family and his friend) that the post arrived with a letter in a strangely familiar hand for Miss Bingley. She opened the letter without paying much attention to the return address, glanced over it and then turned pale.
"Are you all right, Caroline?" Bingley asked, concerned, while pondering why the handwriting looked familiar.
"I am fine, Charles," Miss Bingley replied and quickly placed the letter in her reticule.
"Are you sure? You turned quite pale a moment ago. I hope the letter does not contain bad news," Bingley said.
"Oh, no! Not bad news, just unexpected news from a long forgotten acquaintance," she said hurriedly and threw a pointed expression at Mrs. Hurst.
Mrs. Hurst also went slightly pale before saying, "Well look at the time, perhaps we had better be leaving."
While in the carriage, Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley were whispering about the letter as Miss Bingley had passed it to her sister to read. Bingley couldn't hear the majority of their conversation and was trying not to eavesdrop, but he did overhear Caroline say, "I can't believe she's in London!" and Louisa reply, "It is extremely unfortunate."
Their conversation came to an abrupt end as the carriage pulled up in front of Perley House and a footman opened the door. Bingley exited the carriage and then helped Caroline out. "I must tell Mr. Darcy how much I like the Winter gardens," Miss Bingley commented, as the townhouse's small Conservatory was visible from the front walk.
"I'm sure he'll appreciate your compliments," Bingley said with a slight smile.
"Good evening, Mr. Bingley, Miss Bingley, Mr. and Mrs. Hurst," Mr. Shepherd, Darcy's ancient butler, greeted the group. "May we take your belongings?" He gestured to two under-butlers who came forward to collect the gentlemen's hats, gloves and greatcoats, as well as the ladies' gloves and capes. "Mr. and Miss Darcy are waiting in the drawing room. If you will follow me, I'll announce you."
"Lead on, good man!" Bingley cried and the group progressed down the hall.
"Mr. and Miss Bingley, and Mr. and Mrs. Hurst, Sir," Shepherd quietly announced, bowed and then departed.
"Welcome. We were wondering if the weather would keep you home," Darcy commented as it had been snowing quite heavily earlier in the day.
"Nothing would keep us away from enjoying your company," Miss Bingley gushed as she was sitting down. "I was just saying to Charles that I really admire the Winter gardens."
"I am sure Georgiana will appreciate your comments," Mr. Darcy remarked. "She just stepped out a moment with Mrs. Annesley to check on dinner."
"I should have guessed that they were the results of her handiwork. She's just so accomplished."
"Can I offer anyone a drink?" Darcy asked, hoping to change the conversation. "A scotch neat for you, Hurst?"
"Yes, thank you," Mr. Hurst replied and accepted the glass offered.
Darcy poured a glass of Claret for both ladies and himself.
Bingley asked for a glass of port. He had been taking to drowning his sorrows in drink, which he considered childish, but had found no other remedy that worked as well. While he drank a little more than normal, he tried not to overdo it as he daily had his brother-in-law as an example of what happens when one overindulges.
"Fitzwilliam, why did you not have someone inform me that our guests had arrived?" Miss Darcy asked as she entered the room with her companion, Mrs. Annesley.
"They only just arrived," Darcy replied. "I think you know everyone, Georgiana."
"Oh yes, Brother. Welcome Charles, Miss Bingley, Mr. and Mrs. Hurst," Miss Darcy greeted the family with a curtsey. "Let me introduce my teacher and companion, Mrs. Annesley. Mrs. Annesley, this is my brother's best friend, Mr. Bingley, his sisters, Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst, and his brother-in-law, Mr. Hurst."
"A pleasure to meet you," Mrs. Annesley said quietly before seating herself on a nearby sofa.
Prior to dinner being announced, the group broke into male and female conversations, as what generally occurs when the sexes socialize together. Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst were asking Miss Darcy about her studies, especially her lessons on the pianoforte. Due to Miss Darcy's shy nature, it took coaxing from Mrs. Annesley to get her to respond to the questions with more than one word answers. The gentlemen were discussing the current situation in the Canadian colonies and the war with the Americans. A General Isaac Brock was distinguishing himself in battle and it was expected that he would progress far in the military.
The dinner was pleasant and well prepared, but Darcy always seemed to have the best servants. Bingley was silent for the most part during the meal, but he did have a small conversation with Miss Darcy regarding their Christmas engagements. The Darcys had been to visit their aunt and uncle, the Earl and Countess of ______. Bingley saw his sisters were extremely pleased that he was talking with Georgiana but he couldn't perceive a reason why.
Once the gentlemen joined the ladies in the drawing room for tea, Miss Bingley tried to get Georgiana to play the pianoforte for the group. She was reluctant at first, but once her brother asked her, she seated herself at the instrument. "Charles, you must turn the pages for Georgiana," his sister insisted.
"Of course, if Georgiana wishes it," Bingley replied. Miss Darcy asked for his help so he seated himself next to her. Once he did so, he noticed his sisters were even more pleased.
Once Miss Darcy began playing, Bingley let his eyes wander around the room. He saw his brother-in-law indulging in a glass of scotch and Mrs. Annesley listening to Georgiana's playing as well as talking with Louisa. Darcy seemed to be engaged in an animated conversation with Caroline. He thought he even saw the mysterious letter in Caroline's hand.
A sennight or so later as Bingley was going out to his club, he noticed another letter in the Post addressed to Miss Bingley in that same familiar handwriting. He hoped she would be in a better mood when she received this letter than when she received the first letter. Now, a nosy person would have checked the postmark on the letter and the seal on the back, but our hero felt that as the letter was not addressed to him, he would not look at it.
When Bingley returned that evening, he asked his sister about her letter and she snapped at him, "Charles, my correspondence is none of your business."
"I do apologize, Caroline. I did not think a simple question would upset you so much."
It seemed to Bingley that his sisters' tempers were short quite often now, ever since Caroline had received that mysterious letter a week ago. For that reason he was spending a lot of time with Darcy and his sister. The time he spent with Georgiana seemed to please his sisters immensely.
"Could it be that his sisters expect a marriage between Georgiana and myself? She's just a child! I think of her as a little sister, not as a lover. Besides I am not over Miss Bennet just yet."
One day when he and Darcy were going out to their lawyers, he had a late start because he couldn't find a certain piece of paperwork he needed to bring with him. Darcy was patiently waiting in the upstairs hall. His sisters were also on their way out, but before they left, a morning visitor called. He or she only stayed a short period of time and had left before Bingley located the paper. He was curious who it had been, but feared the reactions of his sisters if he asked. He assumed, quite incorrectly, that Darcy also had no idea of the identity of the caller was either.
A few weeks later Miss Bingley's temper was especially bad when she went out for a secret errand. When asked, all she would say is that she was paying a call to an old friend. She was agitated when she left and even more so when she returned, but did look slightly relieved.
Later that week Bingley was escorting Miss Darcy to the new show at one of London's galleries. It was reported to be displaying works by John Constable, a renowned painter of landscapes. Bingley thought they were wonderful and wished he could show them to Miss Bennet. At the thought of her, his chest tightened so he knew that he was still suffering from a broken heart.
While walking down the halls of the gallery, he thought the young lady at the end of the hall he was currently walking down seemed vaguely familiar, although her companion, an older woman, was not. Suddenly, the young lady turned to look in his and Georgiana's direction. She turned very pale and then hurried away. All this happened in such a short period of time that Bingley was unable to ascertain the identity of the lady.
Reluctantly, Bingley accompanied Darcy to Almack's just prior to Darcy's annual visit to his aunt, Lady Catherine De Bourgh in Kent. He didn't think he was ready to attend any assemblies or balls, but since Darcy was so eager to attend, considering he disliked the amusement, Bingley made an effort.
Once they arrived at Almack's, Bingley considered fleeing to the far side of the room and the refreshments, but Darcy anticipated him; "Bingley, perhaps you might ask Miss Jones to dance. She's standing over there quite alone. I recall you found her company pleasant."
While Bingley would have liked to respond in the negative, he felt that it was his gentlemanly duty to help out the young lady. She looked quite desolate until Bingley asked for her hand. Thinking back, he realized that he should have suggested Darcy dance with her since it was his idea. While going through the steps he looked for his friend and saw him dancing with a handsome dark-haired lady whose name Bingley did not know.
Once the set was finished, Bingley lead Miss Jones to her party and then he fled to the far side of the room as he originally intended. From his position he saw Darcy thoroughly enjoying himself by dancing with a number of handsome ladies, all of them dark-haired with curls, which he found curious.
After several sets, Darcy walked over to where Bingley was sitting. Bingley noticed that his friend had a slight smirk on his face. "Come Bingley, I must have you dance. I hate to see you sitting about by yourself in this stupid manner. You had much better dance," Darcy said.
Bingley initially started at hearing his own words repeated back to him so many months later. Once he regained his composure, he was tempted to respond with Darcy's words from that time, but decided his heart just wasn't into it. "I shall not, Darcy. I don't feel up to dancing this evening." Bingley didn't feel there was any woman at Almack's that would measure up to his ideal.
Darcy could see that his friend was not interested in remaining any longer so he called for his carriage. Both gentlemen then made their farewells and left. "Bingley, might ask a favour of you?" Darcy inquired as they were driven to Grosvenor Square.
"Certainly, Darcy, anything."
"While I am in Kent with Fitzwilliam will you look out for Georgiana for me?" he requested.
"Of course. I would be honoured, Darcy. I think of her as another younger sister," Bingley warmly replied.
"Thank you, Bingley. I knew I could count on you. I will be leaving the day after tomorrow to meet my cousin at his militia posting before heading to Kent."
Just then the carriage pulled up in front of the Hurst residence. "Have a safe and relaxing journey," Bingley said as the carriage pulled away.
True to his word, Bingley filled his friend's role as old brother to Miss Darcy. He accompanied both Miss Darcy and Mrs. Annesley while they were out shopping on Bond Street and joined them frequently in the Darcys' box at the theatre. He quite enjoyed spending time with the ladies and they seemed to be able to lift some of his melancholy.
All of his interaction with Georgiana made his sisters as pleased as punch. He considered telling them in no uncertain terms that he had no intention of forming an engagement with his best friend's sister, but then decided he liked the pleasant atmosphere about the house more than the inconvenience of their delusions.
Bingley kept in contact with Darcy throughout the three weeks he and his cousin were in Kent. He let Darcy know how Georgiana was fairing in his absence, as well as providing information about the goings-on of London. It was during the course of this correspondence that Darcy surprised Bingley by informing him that he was extending his stay without any indication as to the reason. He knew that Darcy tried to spend as little time at Rosings Park because his aunt considered Darcy betrothed to his young cousin. Bingley also knew that Darcy would never consider marrying his cousin, no matter what his aunt expected. However with the sudden lengthening of his stay and the cheerful tone of his letters, Bingley wondered if Darcy's opinion of his cousin Anne had changed and was looking forward to marriage.
While he was at the Darcy townhouse after escorting the ladies for a turn about the gardens of Vauxhall, he was shocked to see both Darcy and his cousin, Col. Fitzwilliam, enter the house. "Darcy, I am surprised to see youÖ" Bingley began before Georgiana ran to her brother crying, "Fitzwilliam, Cousin Robert, why did you not tell us you would be home today?"
"I am sorry, Georgiana. It was a sudden decision. There was no time to send word. Forgive me," Darcy replied rather flatly after kissing her cheek. "Hello, Bingley."
"Of course you're forgiven. Good day, Cousin," Miss Darcy greeted the Colonel. He responded in kind and also greeted Bingley.
Miss Darcy led the group into the parlour where Mrs. Annesley was seated and then rang for tea. "Brother, you must tell me all the news of Rosings Park. How are our aunt and cousin? The weather must have been quite fine for you to extend your stay," she said, looking expectantly at Darcy.
Darcy looked uncomfortable for a brief moment and then stood. "I find that there must be a lot of work waiting for me in my study. If you'll excuse me, I believe I'll begin immediately," he said sharply and fled the room before anyone responded.
Bingley had never seen his friend behave in such a manner and it appeared that Georgiana had not either as she gave a quizzical glance at the door. "Colonel, what is the matter with Darcy? First he extends his stay in Kent indefinitely and then he suddenly returns home," Bingley asked.
"I wish I knew. When we first arrived at Rosings, Darcy was his usual quiet self and then he seemed to improve in spirits so much so that he extended our stay. Then suddenly his spirits took a turn for the worse and he insisted we return to London," the colonel said quietly. "If we leave him alone for awhile, I'm sure his spirits will improve."
The little group discussed Darcy's behaviour for a little longer, but still could not determine a cause. They finally decided to follow the colonel's advice and wait it out. Unfortunately, the colonel could not stay longer as he was expected back at his encampment shortly. Bingley accompanied the colonel as far as Grosvenor Square and wished him well on the remainder of his journey.
[Author's note: A heart-felt thank you to my own Mr. Darcy for suggesting the Almack's scene.]
Chapter 12Bingley chose to follow the Colonel's advice and wait out Darcy's bad humour. Unfortunately, even after a fortnight, Darcy was still sullen, withdrawn and irritable. He seemed to snap at others for every little thing. Bingley attempted many times to talk to him, but Darcy refused. Furthermore, Bingley expected to be giving up his temporary older brother duties once his best friend had returned, but Darcy appeared to want to have nothing to do with Georgiana and chose to sequester himself in his study for hours on end.
While Bingley was bewildered as to the reason for Darcy's ill behaviour, Miss Darcy was beside herself with worry, especially after it went on for a month complete. She sent a note to Grosvenor Square urgently requesting Charles come to the house. Shortly after receiving the note, Bingley was ushered into the drawing room at Perley House where both Miss Darcy and Mrs. Annesley were working on their studies. "Georgiana, I came as quickly as I could. Whatever is the problem?"
"Oh Charles, it's Fitzwilliam. His behaviour is worse than ever today. Something is seriously wrong," Miss Darcy cried, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.
Charles removed his handkerchief from a waistcoat pocket and pressed it into Georgiana's hands. "I'll do whatever I can, but tell me what has been happening."
Miss Darcy dabbed at her eyes and replied, "I don't think he slept at all last night and he refused any meals. As I was walking by the door to his study this morning, I heard glass breaking. I also thought I heard crying and him repeatedly asking 'why'." She realized too late that her brother would not have wanted that known and then begged Bingley not to repeat it to him.
"Of course not. My lips are sealed. I'll go to his study right now and see what I can do," Bingley assured her.
Both Bingley and Georgiana walked to Darcy's study and before he knocked on the door, he asked Miss Darcy to send some tea and muffins to them in about half an hour. She agreed and disappeared in the direction of the kitchens to arrange it. Bingley quickly rapped on the door in the distinct way they used during university. He initially received no response so he knocked again. This time he got a response; "Go away, Bingley. I'm not fit to receive visitors," Darcy barked.
"I shall not," Bingley called and tried the door. Not surprisingly, it was locked. "I won't leave until I see you and we talk. You have Georgiana deeply concerned." Bingley heard a loud groan, whether from pain or defeat, he was uncertain and then shuffling of feet before the door was unlocked but was not opened. Bingley hesitated a moment listening to footsteps moving away from the door before opening it and walking into the room.
He had trouble seeing at first as the heavy drapes were closed, making the room extremely dark, but he was able to notice several crumpled sheets of paper on the desk and floor. There was also a damp chill to the room since there wasn't a fire in the fireplace. Furthermore, Bingley noticed the strong smell of brandy in the room and saw several broken glasses on the floor.
As he scanned the room he saw Darcy hunched over in a chair on the far side. "Darcy, good heavens, Man, what have you done to yourself?" Bingley exclaimed upon seeing the condition of his friend. As Bingley neared Darcy's side of the room, he could see the usually impeccably attired Fitzwilliam Darcy was dressed in stained and rumpled shirt and trousers. His hair was in disarray and he had several days' worth of facial growth. What really shocked Bingley was the haggard look on Darcy's face with bloodshot eyes surrounded by dark circles.
"Nothing that I don't deserve," Darcy angrily replied and then groaned. He clenched his hand around a stack of paper, crumpling them and then adding them to the pile. That action reminded Bingley of Cambridge when Darcy was troubled over something.
"Why would you deserve this? Why would anyone deserve this treatment?" Bingley asked, extremely perplexed by Darcy's behaviour.
Before Darcy could answer, if he was going to answer, there was knock at the door. Darcy started at the noise but Bingley went to open the door. "When was the last time you ate, Darcy?" Darcy didn't respond so Bingley continued speaking, "I suspect that it has been some time so I asked Georgiana to arrange for some tea and muffins."
"Miss Darcy asked for a tray to be brought," the footman said as he entered the study.
Bingley directed him to place the tray of tea and sandwiches on a sideboard table. He then got the young man to stoke the fire to remove the chill and clean up the broken glass and paper. "Will that be all, Sir?" the young man asked Bingley, suspecting that his master was not capable of answering.
"Yes, thank you," Bingley replied. At the same time Darcy mumbled his thanks.
Once the footman had left the room, Bingley poured a cup of black tea and put a couple of sandwiches on a plate. "Darcy, eat something," he pressed. "Even if you don't want to, do it for Georgiana's sake." Darcy took the proffered plate, grimaced, but began to eat one of the sandwiches. Bingley waited until his friend had finished the tea and both sandwiches before asking, "You never answered me before. Why do you deserve this? I really hope you can find it in yourself to confide in me."
"Bingley, can I ask you a question and no matter how hurtful, get an honest answer?" Darcy quietly asked.
Bingley was stunned by his friend's question. It certainly was not what he was expecting. "Of course. Ask me anything. Haven't we always been honest with each other?"
Darcy seemed to cringe at Bingley's question, however Bingley didn't notice as he was pouring himself a cup of tea. After a brief pause, almost as if Darcy was steeling himself up, he spoke, "Do you think I'm conceited and arrogant? Do I show a selfish disdain for the feelings for others?" For the past month he had been agonizing over those questions and coming no closer to answers, so perhaps an outside opinion might help.
Bingley was stunned before and now he was flabbergasted. Never before had Darcy asked such a question and Bingley was unsure how to respond. He knew Darcy wanted an honest answer, but did he want the brutal truth? "Give me a moment to collect my thoughts," Bingley said and sat down across from his friend.
Darcy tried to give his friend the space he requested, but he was anxious for Bingley's response. Part of him was hoping that Miss Bennet's opinion of him was wrong while another part of him feared that she was right. He spent the brief moments pouring an additional cup of tea. The anxiety was becoming unbearable and he was about to say something when Bingley spoke.
"That's a difficult question to answer, Darcy," Bingley began. "There are times when you behave like that, especially with strangers, however with people you know and care about, you can be very personable. Amongst strangers, particularly during balls, you have a tendency to be aloof and standoffish. To people who do not know you it could appear as pride and conceit. It has the ability to turn people away and make them reluctant to get to know the real you. Your behaviour is entirely different amongst your friends and family. At those times you are very lively."
Bingley paused for a moment to judge Darcy's reaction. Unfortunately for Bingley Darcy's face appeared to be a stonewall, showing neither anger nor relief. The only reaction Bingley got was that Darcy stood up from his chair and began to pace the room, another action that Darcy did when he was perplexed or figuring out a problem.
Bingley continued with his response, "I would like to point out, Darcy, that your behaviour at present, and I mean this past month, has shown a selfish disdain for the feelings of your friends and family. Your behaviour to Georgiana has been appalling. You've been generally ignoring her and when you do talk to her, it's to shout and complain."
At this pause, Darcy chose to speak, "You're right, Bingley, of course you are. I have been awful to Georgiana. I'll make amends to her today. As for the rest, how long have I been like this?"
"That's another difficult question. I'm not exactly sure, but I noticed it a couple of years ago. I knew that you would eventually realize it yourself and make a change. When did you realize it?" Bingley cautiously asked.
Darcy cleared his throat and looked uncomfortable. "Well I'm afraid that it was very bluntly pointed out to me."
"I'm truly sorry, Old Man, but I'm sure whoever said it felt it needed to be said."
"I suppose so," Darcy conceded dryly, "however during the rejection of a marriage proposal is perhaps not the most appropriate occasion."
"You proposed marriage to a young woman and was refused?" Bingley asked incredulously, as not many women in their social circle would refuse Fitzwilliam Darcy. "I suppose this accounts for the sudden change in behaviour between your letters from Kent and the present."
"Yes," Darcy confirmed quickly, hoping not to have to provide further details. "What should I do to change? I need your advice, Bingley. You get along with every one."
"I guess he still hopes to win her hand in marriage," Bingley thought. He was still under the assumption that the young lady was Darcy's cousin, Anne. "You're going to have to try to be more personable. Take more of an interest when you're in company, especially amongst strangers. Contribute more to conversation."
"Become more like you, you mean," Darcy said, with a trace of humour in his voice.
"You don't have to become like me. You just have to behave in public more like you do in private. Stop stalking about the room and staring out windows."
"You're quite right, Bingley. I can definitely do that. Darcys don't give up," Darcy agreed. "Sometimes, Bingley, you can be quite perceptive. I've short-changed you. Perhaps you were correct and Jane Bennet did love you. Elizabeth certainly believed she did."
"The first change you need to make is to snap out of this black humour you're currently languishing in. After you do that, you can make the other changes."
"And so I shall," Darcy said and then walked out of the room. He stopped one of the footmen as the young man walked by; "Where is Miss Darcy?"
"I believe she's in the front parlour, Sir."
"Thank you, Owen," Darcy replied and set off in that direction at a rapid and determined pace, so much so that Bingley was hard pressed to keep up.
Just before entering, he stopped in front of a hall mirror to adjust his clothing and present some semblance of respectability. Unfortunately, he couldn't do much with his facial hair or bloodshot eyes. He was slightly shocked over his appearance when he first looked in the mirror. He was instantly reminded of how Wickham used to look during their days at Cambridge. He shook his head in disgust and said a silent prayer for the intervention of his sister and friend.
Both Miss Darcy and Mrs. Annesley looked up when the gentlemen entered. "Oh Fitzwilliam, I am so glad to see you," Miss Darcy cried as she ran toward him. If she was shocked over her brother's appearance, she didn't show it. Neither did Mrs. Annesley.
Darcy held open his arms to enfold his sister in a loving embrace. After a brief moment, he pulled back slightly to look at her. "I want to thank you, Georgiana, for what you've done."
"I did nothing," she mildly answered. "It was Charles who you should be thanking," looking at Bingley.
"Georgiana, I may have helped, but it was you, who made me realize just how bad things were," Bingley pointed out.
"I wish to thank you too, Bingley," his friend said and held out his hand.
"What are friends for? Besides you've helped me out of numerous fixes over the years and it's high time I returned the favour," Bingley replied as he shook Darcy's hand.
"There's one final thing I must do," Darcy said. "Georgiana, I wish to apologize to you for my behaviour since I returned from Kent. And to you as well, Mrs. Annesley. It has been unpardonable."
"All is forgotten," Georgiana assured him and Mrs. Annesley nodded in agreement. "Do sit down, both of you and join us for tea."
"I wish that I could, Georgiana," Bingley said with regret while glancing at the clock, "but I'm afraid I have some pressing business to attend to this afternoon."
"Of course. I hope we shall see you soon for dinner. Perhaps in a few days?" Miss Darcy asked.
"Most definitely," Bingley replied and took his leave.
"I'll be happy to take tea with you, Georgiana, once I have changed my clothing," her brother assured her and followed Bingley from the room. "Bingley, I also wish to thank you for looking after Georgiana for me."
"It was my pleasure," Bingley replied and left on his business.
As promised, Bingley dined with the Darcy family two days later and they had a very pleasant evening. During that time Darcy did his utmost to assure his kith and kin that he had recovered from his melancholia.
True to his word, over the next month, Darcy was spending more time amongst company, both those people he was familiar with and those he wasn't. While he had difficulty being sociable amongst strangers, he made an effort so much so that people were commenting on it. At balls while he was still reluctant to dance, he didn't stalk around the room and made conversation with those in attendance not dancing.
As Darcy had done for him after Christmas, Bingley did the same, encouraging his friend to get out more. Bingley was also making an effort not to avoid young ladies and was almost back to his usual demeanour.
Once Bingley was convinced Darcy was on the path to recovery and the alteration in his personality sufficiently advanced, they parted company temporarily for at least a fortnight. An old friend of Bingley's, Colin Mackay, had invited him to visit his estate in Scotland. He had a very agreeable trip, catching up with his friend, meeting Colin's family and seeing the countryside.
While he was there, Colin took him to St. Andrew's to play a game called golf (gentlemen only, ladies forbidden), a game involving hitting little balls over long distances into holes with wooden sticks. As a beginner Bingley was not particularly proficient at it. Colin assured him that with practice, his skills would improve, but Bingley was highly doubtful considering his balls seemed to want to go anywhere but the holes. By the end of the trip Bingley had decided that if he were going to play a game with balls, holes and wooden sticks in the future, he would play billiards.
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Continued in Part 3
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