She raised her brow in admonishment.
“Forgive me,” he said. “I should not have asked it. Of course, I would never wish for you to consent to anything I ask of you before you are ready to do so with your whole heart.”
“I know, and I thank you,” she whispered as she leaned in to kiss him with warmth and feeling.If I cannot yet agree to say what I know will make him happy, at least I can show him how much happiness he brings to me.
Not until some time later, Darcy and Elizabeth managed to find their way back to Longbourn, where they were met at the end of the walkway by Mrs. Bennet, her nerves in an obvious dither.
“Good gracious! Mr. Darcy, you are certainly out early this morning. And how kind of you to condescend to escort such an impertinent, headstrong girl home from her wild ramblings about the countryside. You are very welcome to breakfast, sir, for we are all just sitting down now, but I am afraid Lizzy will be prevented from joining us. Mr. Collins has something very particular he wishes to speak to her about.” She snatched Elizabeth away before either could raise any objection, and propelled her into the house.
Darcy was horrified. Good, God! It can only mean my aunt’s half-witted parson intends to propose to her! He experienced a sudden, desperate urge to run after Elizabeth and tear her away from her mother’s grasp, to put her upon the back of his horse and carry her off to London without delay, where he would marry her immediately. The scandal that would surely follow them would demand they marry in any case. Knowing, however, that Elizabeth would be displeased by his taking such a rash measure, he swallowed hard, passed his hand over his eyes, and considered his other options. Darcy was forced to admit that, other than publicly declaring the very particular manner in which he had just compromised her in the middle of the field, he was left with very little else but to present his suit and try his luck at reasoning with Mr. Bennet.
Squaring his shoulders, Darcy strode into the house, and seeing no one else about, he knocked upon the door to Mr. Bennet’s sanctuary. He heard a faint, “Enter,” issued from within the confines of the library, and breathed a sigh of relief before pushing open the door, hoping to find the elder gentleman alone.
“Ah, yes. Mr. Darcy. I have been expecting you, sir. Come in, come in. It is early yet for anything stronger than coffee, but I will not discourage you if, under the circumstances, you are feeling so inclined.” Mr. Bennet’s mouth was turned up in a wry smile, not unlike the one he had often seen upon Elizabeth’s pert lips, Darcy observed.
“Thank you, no, sir.”
“Very well. Let us get to it, then,” he said as he leaned back in his chair. “Am I correct in supposing you have come to ask me something particular about my Lizzy?”
“Yes, sir, I have, but I hesitate to tell you there appears to be a slight… impediment.” Darcy watched uneasily as Mr. Bennet’s eyebrows retreated into his hairline.
“An impediment, did you say? I do not suppose you would care to enlighten me, Mr. Darcy, by telling me precisely what this impediment is and why it should affect your making my daughter an offer of marriage this morning?”
“It is precisely that, Mr. Bennet. I have already made Miss Elizabeth an offer of marriage not more than a fortnight ago, and she has refused me. She has, however, granted her consent to allow me the privilege of courting her, and I now respectfully ask you for yours until such a time as I am able to persuade her to reconsider.”
Mr. Bennet leaned forward. “Let me rightly understand you, Mr. Darcy. You proposed to Elizabeth two weeks ago?”
“Yes.”
“And she has refused you?”
“Yes.”
“And, in spite of her refusal of your hand, she is willing to allow you to pay court to her in the meantime?”
“Yes.”
“Extraordinary!” Mr. Bennet steepled his fingers and sat silently in thought for several minutes before addressing Darcy with a stern look. “Can you give me one reason, after the display I witnessed at the Netherfield ball, why I should not force Elizabeth to accept you today, regardless of what her current wishes might be? Before you answer me, I will remind you that your conduct was not witnessed only by me, but also by her mother, her elder sister, her cousin, Mr. Bingley, and his family, and God only knows how many of our other well-intentioned, gossiping neighbors.”
“I do not wish for Miss Elizabeth to be forced to marry me. It is not what she wants, nor is it what I would wish for her.”
Elizabeth’s father was incredulous. “Not what she wants? Not what you would wish for her? That is not good enough for me, Mr. Darcy! Both of you should have been responsible enough to have taken the consequences of such actions into account before you chose to behave so in public! You can think whatever you like, sir, but it is obvious from what I saw that my daughter is far from averse to your attentions. As a matter of fact, she seems to favor you with an astonishing familiarity I cannot help but find disturbing under the circumstances. So I am sure that, in light of this pointed observation, neither of you will remain unhappy for very long after you have entered into matrimony as soon as possible.”
Darcy was at a loss. He knew not what to do nor how to convince this man he could not possibly marry his favorite daughter without her declaration of love. He soon realized, however, any further assurances of the vehemence of his love for Elizabeth and his desire for the preservation of her happiness and her wishes would not aid him in the least. He clearly needed another approach. Deep in thought, he ran the back of his hand across his lips. “Sir, may I speak plainly?”
Mr. Bennet sighed and nodded curtly.
Darcy strode to the window and back several times before he finally said, “I will marry Miss Elizabeth, you have my word, both as a gentleman and as the master of Pemberley, Mr. Bennet, but I do ask that you reconsider and indulge your daughter’s desire for a formal courtship. Announcing an impending wedding between us at this time would succeed only in adding fuel to any local gossip that may arise. However, should it, instead, become publicly known that there already exists between us a prior courtship—which there most certainly does—then, perhaps continuing in this vein for several months or so might be a better option than announcing an engagement. It will give Miss Elizabeth the time she desires to come to better know her heart, not to mention it will very likely provide ample time for any idle talk and speculation to die down, as well.”
Mr. Bennet glared at him as Darcy placed his hands upon the desk. “Mr. Bennet, because I am not unacquainted with the fervency of your attachment to your daughter and her very great affection for you, I must now ask you to consider whether forcing such a life-altering, permanent arrangement upon her in such a manner could truly prove to be beneficial. Miss Elizabeth will surely feel resentment toward both you and me over such a course of action. And I feel I need not point out that resentment is hardly an element that can be construed as conducive, either to marital felicity or to familial harmony. Forgive me, sir, but I find it very difficult to believe you would truly wish to force such an unwelcome fate upon your favorite daughter.”
Mr. Bennet observed Darcy in irritated silence. Touché, Mr. Darcy, he thought bitterly and with no little resentment of his own. As much as he hated to admit it, this arrogant young man had known precisely how to carry his point with him. No, Mr. Bennet would certainly not wish to be the one to cause his Lizzy any unhappiness in life. Indeed, bringing misery to his favorite daughter had always been something he had studiously avoided, although, with such a woman as Mrs. Bennet for a mother, sometimes some measure of misery could not be helped. Mr. Bennet thought long and hard about his own unequal marriage and ran his hand over his tired eyes. If Darcy’s conjectures are correct, then perhaps I might, even yet, be able to spare Lizzy this displeasure… if only for a little while longer.