Darcy and Fitzwilliam: A Tale of a Gentleman and an Officer

When Catherine and Fitzwilliam stood to leave, Lizzy reached out and took her new aunt’s hand in both of hers, sincerely regretting the shortness of their visit. “I am so sorry my father was not here to greet you. I know he would have been greatly honored by your visit, Aunt Catherine.”

“Well, of course he would have been, my dear. Indeed, who would not?” Catherine patted Lizzy’s hand in return.

Darcy walked up to her and kissed her cheek, “Thank you, Aunt, for coming today. It has meant a great deal to both Elizabeth and me.” Tears welled up in his aunt’s eyes as she placed a gentle hand on his cheek. “You have shown yourself to be the better person, and as always, you have my sincere admiration and love.”

“Stuff and nonsense. This is family, and family is the most important thing in the world. Didn’t I always teach you that, Darcy? Both you and Richard?”

Fitzwilliam tucked her hand under his elbow. “Indeed you did, Aunt Catherine. You taught us well.”

“You must all come to Rosings soon, perhaps next month,” she announced grandly as the door to her carriage was closed. Her mood was ecstatic, a new burst of enthusiasm for living putting bloom to her cheeks, and she looked lovingly through her carriage window at the smiling couple.

“Your father and sisters, also, Elizabeth. It will do them all good to get away from this horrid little house anyway.” She settled back into her carriage then suddenly came forward, poking her head out of the window again. “Your sisters will benefit greatly from my experience. Mark me on this. I will have them drawing in two weeks. And I have heard your sister Mary is a great proficient on the pianoforte. She shall be able to use the one in the children’s wing, as long as she’s in no one’s way and does not play too loudly.” With that, she nodded to Fitzwilliam, and he signaled the driver to be off.

***

Darcy and Elizabeth spent the next few weeks with her father, ensuring that the new housekeeper was well established before they returned to Pemberley and Georgiana.

Try as she might, Elizabeth could think of little else but what Jane had told her about Caroline and Darcy, although she did not dare bring up the subject again, considering the last episode, what with her unfortunate destruction of furniture and all. However, a seed of doubt had been placed in her mind.

If she had only asked Darcy what had really transpired between Caroline and her husband at Netherfield, she would have eased her fears.

***

Darcy had been avoiding Caroline as much as possible the afternoon of the funeral luncheon; however, after seeing Bingley walk away from a conversation with him, the siren struck.

“Caroline, I didn’t see you there, excuse me.”

She had brought him a cup of tea. “I believe I prepared this as you like, cream and no sugar.” Her eyes skimmed over his shoulders and chest and boldly wandered down farther before returning lazily to his eyes.

“Thank you, Caroline. That was thoughtful of you. I am sorry I have not had the opportunity of visiting with you.”

“I understand your dilemma quite well, Mr. Darcy. However, I do admit to a fear that you have been attempting to avoid me this whole week. I hope that our friendship has not been strained because of your change in marital status?”

Caroline was generally all smiles and fluttering eyelashes at the sight of any man. Resenting her loss of Darcy, especially to Elizabeth, she exaggerated this affectation with him, thinking it made her more alluring and feminine. It did not.

“Not at all, Caroline. It is just that my time has been quite taken up elsewhere these past days. I am sure you can appreciate that the loss of Mrs. Bennet has been felt deeply by her family.”

“Yes, this is the essence of a family in mourning, I have noticed.” She gave a wicked little laugh as she motioned to Mr. Bennet, sitting alone in a corner with his back to the room and examining an old manuscript, Kitty and Mary arguing over who would take the last seedcake, and the Reverend Mr. Collins quoting Philippians to any poor soul who would listen. “The only thing wanting are jugglers and the elegant Lydia dragging along her dutiful husband, Wickham, picking at his teeth.”

She had a hard, cruel mouth when she spoke, and Darcy wondered how he had ever thought her attractive. It infuriated him that she believed she could insult his wife and her family even as they mourned. “Please excuse me,” he said coldly and turned to leave. Caroline clutched his arm and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “You are the most noble and long-suffering of men. I don’t know of another who would take on this ridiculous family with such grace and dignity.”

Darcy gently pried away her fingers. “You are gravely mistaken, Caroline. I am neither noble nor long-suffering. I merely love my wife with all my heart. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to speak with Mr. Bennet.”