“Aunt Marguerite wants me to be strong like Aunt Catherine, but not bossy. Assertive like she is, but not scary. A good hostess like Lady Helen, but not to be like her in any other way. Oh, and one more thing, she said that I should never marry anyone who is prettier than I am. Of course, she was referring to Jeanne and Mr. Wimbley.”
The much maligned Mr. Wimbley had departed that morning to visit a relative who had suddenly taken ill. As Aunt Marguerite had explained it, “Once he realized that I would not stay in the dragon’s den, which is how he refers to my suite of rooms, he hightailed it to his brother’s house in High Wycombe, and Jeanne went with him to make sure he was visiting his brother and not someone else.”
“I do not think Lady Marguerite had a very happy marriage,” Lizzy suggested as a reason for her harsh treatment of her son-in-law.
“Oh, I know she did not,” Georgiana said. “She made that quite plain when I asked how long Lord Ashton had been gone. She said that he had died ten years ago, but added, ‘He had a heart attack brought on by… Oh, never mind, you are too young. Just let me put it this way, he did not die alone.’” Lizzy tried to suppress a smile, but Georgiana noticed. “I know I am young, but even so, I understood what she was talking about. I think it is awful when one’s spouse is unfaithful. I do so hope that I shall marry someone who will be faithful to me. I want to be deeply in love with my husband and he with me.”
So do I, Lizzy thought.
After a five-day visit, Anne announced that she was prepared to resume her journey but hoped that she would be able to have a full day’s rest at either Netherfield Park or Longbourn before going into Kent. Lizzy thought of the palatial Rosings Park and decided that Netherfield Park was the better choice—at least for Anne, and when Lizzy suggested to Georgiana that she stay with Jane as well until Anne had departed, Georgiana agreed. In that way, Lizzy would have time to speak with her mother, and she knew what her first question would be. “Are you engaged to be married to Mr. Darcy?” When she answered no, the inquisition would begin.
Although Lizzy had only been gone for two weeks, she felt as if she had been away from Hertfordshire for a month, and Jane hugged her as if she had been absent a year. Despite the short interval, Jane, now in her fifth month, had blossomed in her sister’s absence, and there was no longer any way to conceal her pregnancy. The proud father came bounding into the room, greeting everyone with his irrepressible cheerfulness.
Lizzy was easily convinced to stay the night at Netherfield Park. She would delay her mother’s probing questions as long as possible, but Jane was equally curious about recent events and visited with her sister in her room after everyone had retired.
“Lizzy, I do not know what to make of your short visit to Pemberley. You seem to be in good spirits, but I suspect if there was an announcement to be made that I would already know of your engagement to Mr. Darcy because you would be unable to contain your joy.”
An announcement? Was there anything to announce, Lizzy wondered. Mr. Darcy’s chilling words before leaving for Scotland continued to echo in her mind: “Please know that you owe me nothing. You are not bound to me.” Unsure of her future with the master of Pemberley, Lizzy chose to remain silent.
“Mr. Darcy and I are not engaged,” Lizzy said in a quiet voice. “He was called away on a family emergency, and since Miss de Bourgh’s health became a concern, it was decided that we should leave Pemberley. But once Anne departs for Rosings, Miss Darcy will come and stay at Longbourn.”
“Oh my! Won’t that be interesting? The mistress of Pemberley will be staying at our humble abode,” Jane said, laughing, but then she asked, “What happened with Mr. Darcy? I thought the purpose of his inviting you to Pemberley was so that he could propose at the Darcy ancestral estate.”
“I am afraid things got off to a rather bad start. We both have strong temperaments, and we quarreled. However, it had the effect of clearing the air, and after that, my visit was quite pleasant. But then he had to leave. And I can see you are looking for more information, but I have nothing else to share.”
“Good gracious! How long does it take for a man to utter the words, ‘Will you marry me, Miss Elizabeth?’ That is all that need be said. What is the difficulty? I simply do not understand the delay,” Jane said in a raised voice, indicating her continued frustration with her sister’s suitor.
“I think it will finally be decided when he comes to Longbourn for his sister, but until then, I am as much in the dark as you are.”
When Mr. Bingley’s carriage pulled into the drive, everyone was expecting Jane and Charles to emerge, so no one came out to greet Elizabeth. But when Lizzy went into the drawing room, she was nearly overpowered by an exuberant Kitty and a squealing Mrs. Bennet. With Jane and Lydia married and Lizzy away in Derbyshire, Kitty had only Mary for companionship, and since the two sisters had nothing in common and no hope of that ever changing, evenings had been very dull for Kitty. The ruckus created by her welcome brought her father out of his sanctuary to welcome his daughter home.
“While you have been gone, not two words of sense have been spoken in this house,” Mr. Bennet told his favorite daughter and gave her a peck on the cheek. “I look forward to a return of intelligent discourse.”
Lizzy was delighted by the warmth of her homecoming, but then she turned around and saw her mother, who had been waiting for her daughter to burst out with the good news that she was to be married to the very wealthy Mr. Darcy. When Lizzy said nothing, she asked, “Well, are you engaged or not?” And the room went quiet in anticipation.
“Mrs. Bennet, she has only just walked in the door,” Mr. Bennet said, scolding his wife.
“What has that to do with anything? She is either engaged or she isn’t. So which is it?”
“I am not engaged, Mama,” Lizzy said, looking at her father rather than addressing her mother.
“But I told you that you should not come home until you were betrothed. Why are you here? Why was your visit so short? That is the problem,” she said, wagging her finger at her daughter. “You did not give him enough time.”
“Mama, Mr. Darcy was called away on a family emergency.”
“So what! You should have stayed at Pemberley until he came back. You may have lost him by leaving Derbyshire.”
“Mrs. Bennet, if it is Mr. Darcy’s intention to make our daughter an offer, then he will find Lizzy no matter where she is. If traveling the distance between Derbyshire and Hertfordshire is an obstacle to their becoming engaged, then I must say that I would be reluctant to give my consent to the match.”
“Mama, I could not possibly remain at Pemberley because Miss de Bourgh had to return to Rosings, and Miss Darcy came with her. They are both staying at Netherfield Park until Miss de Bourgh goes to Kent, and then Miss Darcy will come here.”
“Oh my goodness!” Mrs. Bennet exclaimed. “Miss Darcy? Here at Longbourn? Why didn’t you say that from the start? As long as we have her, Mr. Darcy must come here to recover his sister.”
“Mrs. Bennet, you make it sound as if we are holding the young lady hostage.” Mr. Bennet gestured for Lizzy to follow him into the study. After the door was closed, he poured a sherry for his daughter and a port for himself. She looked as if she needed it.
“What happened in Derbyshire?”
“A great deal,” Lizzy said after taking more than a sip of sherry. “It is a lot more complicated than I ever thought it would be. After taking into consideration the prestige of the family, their aristocratic neighbors, the size of the estate, the number of servants, etc., I was quite overwhelmed by all the responsibilities expected of the wife of Mr. Darcy.”