Elizabeth. Can you—or can you not—bear the sight of me? Yours, F Darcy.
PS Please roll one stone down if your answer is no you cannot, and two if yes you can.
He then wrapped the note around a bit of rock that he burrowed out from the rock face with his bare hands, and threw the little parcel successfully up and over the top of the cliff.
Darcy’s heart was racing, his mind in turmoil as he waited in torment for an answer from the woman he was so deeply, violently in love with. He writhed in passionate agony but immediately saw the danger of any such movement, as the ground threatened to fall away from below his feet, sending him to certain death. What could he do? Very carefully, hardly moving, to take his mind off his predicament, he opened Pride and Prejudice and started to read. Despite himself, he was immediately engaged and struck with how well the novel resonated with the modern reader.
Meanwhile, the little note wrapped around the stone met its mark almost too well. It smacked Lizzy in the middle of her forehead and knocked her clean out. She lay unconscious on the cliff top for a good half hour before coming round, whereupon she eagerly dropped two stones over the top. Darcy was not sure if one of the stones was or was not intended or had fallen by accident.
“Could you be more specific?” came another note.
Two large boulders came crashing down.
Darcy, now on chapter fifty-eight of Pride and Prejudice, felt a thrill of joy surge through his whole being. He tucked the book into his breast pocket, and with trembling hands, began the ascent of the cliff face. It was a superhuman effort, and for years later, walkers peering over the edge of the sheer drop would marvel at Darcy’s survival. But Lizzy’s response had inspired him, given him hope, courage, fearlessness. He found every nook and cranny on the rock face that could be found; every little projection that could be held onto was grasped, and despite the wind, wild and whipping around him, trying to peel him away, Darcy clambered on and upwards towards the object of his tempestuous affections.
At the top, Lizzy was lying down, the long grass whipping her face, leaning forward over the cliff as far as she dared, waiting for him. Without hesitation, she grabbed his strong, muscular arms as soon as they were in reach.
Still in danger, the feel of her fine white hands on his straining arms was almost too much. He had only the frailest of toeholds, and looking into her fine eyes set in that radiant face, he just had to know his fate before he could make another move. Hardly daring to hear the answer, he whispered, “Tell me, face-to-face, Elizabeth, are your feelings as they were when I last professed my love for you? If they are, I will never raise the subject again.”
Lizzy felt the closeness of Darcy’s handsome face, the dark hair just touching her smooth skin, his breath upon her cheek.
“They could not be more different,” she replied, her heart racing.
The feelings of happiness this response evoked in Darcy cannot be overestimated. He was a man violently in love, and it gave him the Herculean strength to pull himself up and over from the precipice of loneliness and desolation straight into the arms of the woman he so desperately, ardently adored. Together at last! How long they stayed enfolded in each other’s arms in the long, soft grass, neither could remember. But what did it matter? They were two young lovers, entwined, hearts beating together, thrilled by the crash of waves below, warmed by the late summer sun above, and the knowledge that true love was theirs at last.
Chapter 59
Mr Bennet was painting the window frames of 3 Island Street a cornflower blue selected by Jane, as she felt it reflected the colour of her dear Bingley’s eyes, when Darcy, of all people, came by and asked if he might have a word. On hearing this request from such a formidable young man, Mr Bennet felt much surprised but obliged to obey. The house being busy with female activity, the two went over to a quiet spot on the quayside, where they might have been observed in various attitudes of awkwardness and surprise, concluding in happy agreement as hands were shaken.
“Lizzy! Lizzy!” Mr Bennet called on his return. “Darcy astonishes me! You astonish me! I know you think him a proud, objectionable man whom you have always hated. But if you love him, too, then who am I to object to your going out with him? He scares the living daylights out of me, but I suppose it is jolly decent of him to ask permission in this day and age. He is markedly old-fashioned.”
“I do love him, Father!” said Lizzy, smiling and crying all at once.
“Well, that’s a good thing, because I am in no doubt about the violence of his affections! Here, take this and go and buy yourself and your young man a bottle of Moët et Chandon. It’s the least I can do!”
Mrs Bennet, who had been eavesdropping on the news, rushed out of the house, screaming to tell anyone who would listen, always declaring how she had been most fond of Darcy darling!
Chapter 60
Texts of happiness flew in all directions. Texts of fury exploded from Lady Catherine. Mr Collins failed to know what to make of it all. Mary just got on with her physics.
Chapter 61
The summer holiday drew to a close. Lizzy was delighted to receive an offer from University College, Durham, where she would be able to join Darcy. In normal circumstances, Mr Bennet would not be keen on a daughter going to the same university as a boyfriend, but Darcy was in his final year, and deep down, the contented father felt a most happy marriage was inevitable.
Jane and Bingley also found themselves travelling north. Jane was thrilled to be offered a place at York University to read History of Art. Bingley thought looking at glorious paintings with Jane seemed a jolly good way of spending the next three years and managed to squeeze in on clearing, mainly due to his delightful personality. As a consequence, the four saw a great deal of each other over the following years.
Mr Bennet missed his elder two daughters sorely but got the train up on a regular basis and enjoyed staying in the Chaplain’s Suite at University College and having breakfast with the genial and entertaining chancellor when the latter was at home. Kitty improved, inspired by Lydia’s transformation. Lydia texted to announce that the school in Ecuador was nearly complete, the little children adorable, and she had arranged to spend the next school holidays out there spreading The Good News. To her delight, she had also received a text from Wickham, saying he had reconsidered and wished to transform his life, too, and how should he take his first steps to salvation? Mary won everyone’s admiration for the number of physics “A” level re-takes she managed to endure, and Mrs Bennet happily gossiped with one and all and made a regular habit of showing off about her daughters to all her best friends.
As for the Gardiners, during term time they were always welcome in York and Durham, and Lizzy and Darcy ensured they spared time from their studies to enjoy a delightful row with them along the river that flowed majestically below the magnificent Durham Castle.
During the holidays, of course, everyone convened back at Salcombe to take brisk cliff walks, frolic in the sea, build sandcastles, and make fine catches at every delightful opportunity.
About the Author
Belinda Roberts has written a number of plays: Angelica, Beetleheart,