Insight and Suitability

By James Wollak

In this daring sequel to Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, we see Lady Catherine's daughter Anne through a new lens.

Far too long, Anne de Bourgh has been pitied, ignored, and dismissed as boring and sickly. Her hopes begin to rise when two young gentlemen, both of whom would make a great catch, start paying attention to

• Language: English
• Publisher: Atmosphere Press
• Release date: Feb 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9781637529317

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CHAPTER 1

It seems that people of a certain class and possessed of a certain standard of living should, though more than satisfied with material concerns, want for some excitement once in a while. Elizabeth Darcy had been living in great contentment with her husband Fitzwilliam at his family estate of Pemberley, but at least once a year she enjoyed the long journey south to her childhood home of Longbourn, where her parents and two younger sisters still lived. Though she and Darcy were happy to have Mr. and Mrs. Bennet, Mary, and Kitty visit them often, and Darcy did not like to be separated for long periods of time from his beloved Elizabeth, he was happy to let her enjoy staying with her family in those surroundings so familiar to her before they met. Elizabeth liked to travel, and found the journeys back and forth between Pemberley and Longbourn to be an adventure each time she made them. She also hoped for new and exciting events to happen during each visit.

On this particular trip to Longbourn, the Darcys came together, and were happy to join Elizabeth’s elder sister Jane, her amiable husband Charles Bingley, and their infant son, Charles Junior. Mr. Bennet enjoyed the company of his sons-in-law, whether in the library, which pleased Darcy most, or riding and hunting on the grounds, which Charles enjoyed more. Jane and Mrs. Bennet were bustling around the kitchen downstairs along with their long-serving maid Hill and the Cook to prepare that evening’s dinner. Mary and Kitty were entertaining their nephew, whom they called Charlie, by riding him around the park in his own little carriage.

On this pleasant early afternoon, as everyone else seemed involved in some worthwhile pursuit, Elizabeth took advantage of the relative quiet in the upper part of the house to sit down in her room with a novel. The mildness of the weather and the pleasure of her surroundings had calmed her desire to have something new and interesting happen. She was turning the pages in a frequent, though languid manner, when her maid knocked and entered, bearing a card on a tray.

Madam, Miss Anne de Bourgh is here, requesting to speak with you. I have settled her in the drawing room.

Thank you, Sally. Anne de Bourgh! Elizabeth felt more than a little consternation at the announcement of this unexpected visitor. Why would Lady Catherine’s daughter come to visit her, of all people, and what did she want to talk about? Elizabeth could not imagine that Miss de Bourgh desired her company, not after Elizabeth had accepted Darcy’s proposal of marriage, ending Lady Catherine’s hopes, and perhaps Anne’s, of uniting the two branches of the family. However, here she was at Longbourn, and Elizabeth would go down to meet her and learn what prompted her visit.

She followed Sally along the hallway to the stairs. When her maid turned to let her pass, she asked, Did Miss de Bourgh come alone, or does she have companions?

She is quite alone, Madam, except for her chaperone who remains with the carriage, but she insisted on speaking with you at once, unless you were not feeling well enough to have visitors.

I see. Another mystery! Not only had Miss de Bourgh traveled here, hardly a favored acquaintance and a possible nemesis, but she had also come only accompanied by a chaperone and actually had expressed a desire to speak with her.

Her visitor rose quickly as she entered the drawing room, and they exchanged curtsies. Mrs. Darcy, thank goodness I have found you at home! Anne de Bourgh’s voice was unusually strong. I trust that you are well?

Thank you, I am, Elizabeth replied. I hope that you are well also, and I am gratified with this opportunity to see you again. I hope your trip here today has been pleasant and uneventful.

It certainly was. I am happy to tell you I am well also, and I am very grateful for your welcoming me. Anne de Bourgh looked down.  Please forgive my haste in coming to see you, as I am sure my visit is rather unexpected— She trailed off.

Elizabeth nodded, not wishing to make the situation more awkward. Please stay a while, and be comfortable. Shall I ring for tea?

Her guest sat down with a weary air. That would be lovely. No matter how long they last, carriage rides do tend to tire me out.

Of course they do! Only the most skilled drivers, I feel, can prevent us from arriving at our destinations all bruised and worn out, from the state of the roads. I am not surprised such rides weary you.  Elizabeth sat down herself.  Now I have done it!  I am being a poor hostess by reminding you of your return journey home, with little to look forward to, except more bouncing about and bruising.

Her visitor smiled at that, then seemed determined to begin speaking. Not at all. As for my visit, I assure you that I come here of my own free will. I do not bear a message from my mother, Lady Catherine, nor would I. She paused to consider her next words. I wish you and Mr. Darcy much joy in your marriage, and do not bear either one of you any ill will for any reason, despite whatever my mother has said to you in the past. Her eyes grew large in her pale face. Please believe me when I say that I am sorry my mother is displeased with Mr. Darcy, but that is her affair! I do not share her feelings.

Elizabeth took her hands in her own. How comforted I am to hear you say so! I feel the loss of your society very keenly, and I know that, while our marriage has been most unwelcome to Lady Catherine, our estrangement from her upsets Mr. Darcy greatly. He has sent letters to effect a reconciliation, she gave a delicate pause, but he has received no reply from her, so we assumed that Lady Catherine’s feelings toward our marriage are unchanged. Anne de Bourgh nodded. I do not wish to upset you, but I did wonder if perhaps you did share her feelings. I am very relieved that you do not.

I certainly do not share them! It is true that Lady Catherine has said many times over the years that she expected Mr. Darcy and me to marry, and that his mother Lady Anne also desired such a match, but I believe there is not a single scrap of paper anywhere that states such an intention, as if it were sanctioned by an act of Parliament. Miss de Bourgh sighed, and Elizabeth concealed a smile. Forgive me for saying so, for I do not mean to imply that Mr. Darcy would make an unsatisfactory match! Quite the opposite, of course! However, my mother has simply willed a marriage between the two of us to happen, and is quite unable to accept that it has not occurred.  She gave Elizabeth an imploring look. How I have missed you at Rosings Park! I am truly happy for both of you, and feel no animosity at all. If I have been too forward in reference to your marriage or Mr. Darcy himself, I beg your forgiveness.

Elizabeth tried to soothe her in her sweetest tone. I take no offense at anything you have said, and I thank you for your well wishes. Anne appeared mollified but kept silent, clasping and unclasping her hands. Sally arrived with the tea tray, and once she was finished serving Anne resumed.

She looked less pale and more comfortable, but astonished Elizabeth with her next remark.

Sometimes I do not express myself clearly enough. I just told you that I feel no animosity toward both of you, which is true; however, if you can forgive me for saying so, I confess that perhaps what I do feel is envy.

Envy? Of us? Whatever do you mean?

Well, I shall begin by saying my mother has been very good to me, and, though she would never admit it, constantly worries about my delicate health. Anne put down her cup and looked away. However, except for visitors, my only society consists of Lady Catherine, the Collinses, and sometimes our cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam. She saw Elizabeth giving her an appraising look. My mother is a formidable woman, and the Collinses are decent, proper, and welcome at Rosings. Elizabeth nodded. I only mean to say that my own social circle is very small, and one can become lonely at times.

Anne rose and came over to sit beside her. I admit that I am very lonely, and that nothing would make me happier than to be married, and married well.

By married well, do you mean being financially secure? Elizabeth was aware of Anne’s fortune and position as Lady Catherine’s daughter.

No, I mean being married as compatible as you and Mr. Darcy are! She looked away again. I am an heiress and the daughter of a peer of the realm. I have no doubt there are expectations of whom I should marry, based on my potential husband’s social position and financial stability! However, as shocking as this would sound to my mother’s ears, I wish to marry primarily for love. How I wish I had a lifelong companion as you do! Hence, my reason for visiting you. She swallowed. I came to ask your advice about some prospects.

The corners of Elizabeth’s lips twitched, and she gave into laughter. You have come to ask me for advice on a suitable marriage partner? I am not sure I am the best person to consult on this subject. Perhaps people will think me a vixen who cast her net to bewitch any number of men, and now I seek to influence other women to do the same.

Heavens, Mrs. Darcy! I mean no such thing! Anne looked horrified. I am so sorry; I should not have troubled you! I will leave at once. She tried to rise.

Seeing her distress, Elizabeth immediately became contrite and put a hand on her arm to calm and keep her where she was.  I will not hear of your leaving so soon! Please forgive me for my merriment. If I may say so, I know this is a difficult subject to discuss, especially for a quiet and reserved person such as you. Well-intentioned teasing aside, I must also say that I believe Lady Catherine has no faith in my judgment, and, even if I were to give you such advice, your mother would be displeased that I had given it, and that you had listened to my words.

Anne nodded sadly. Still, I desire your advice. My mother’s ideas of courtship and acceptable prospects date well back into the previous century, and I have not ever had the opportunity to ask Mrs. Collins when she is alone. I would welcome her advice, but, pray forgive me, as I know he is your cousin, I would not ask Mr. Collins for his. Elizabeth gave a brief nod. When the subject of my eventual marriage is discussed, Lady Catherine starts lecturing me the way she always has, and, though he is a decent man, Mr. Collins bends over backward to agree with her, and adds his moralistic views as well. She shook herself. To marry for love! My mother would think that no more appropriate than if I intended to march up and down High Street in Westerham and look at every man who passed by! She smiled at the picture her own remark created. Of course, I would not do that. However, I have decided that, if I am fortunate enough to marry, then I must have a deep regard for my prospective husband. She looked at Elizabeth. I am almost twenty-five years of age, and I refuse to be someone’s possession and mere stepping stone to both a fortune and a title! Moreover, I will not allow someone else, not even my mother, to have all the say over who I am to marry.

Elizabeth took her hands again, and squeezed them. How happy I am to hear you say it! I feel the same way as you. I knew I never would be able to spend my life with a man I did not love and respect. Very well, Miss de Bourgh, ask away, and it will give me great satisfaction to help you in any way I am able. I would like you to be happy. She was also delighted to discover that Anne had some confidence in her own judgment and for her future, after her mother’s continual dominance. Perhaps there was more of Lady Catherine inside of Anne than anyone had realized. Too often she was simply dismissed as haughty, weak-willed, and sickly, as Elizabeth had done several times herself, when she had visited Rosings Park. She felt more than a pang of guilt over this, but she appreciated learning more about this woman who was so close to Darcy, yet so often ignored.

I thank you. Anne sounded relieved. I do value your judgment, Mrs. Darcy. I remember many clever replies and well-reasoned opinions that you gave at Rosings, and, of anyone I could ask for advice, I thought of you. I know that anything I share with you will be held in confidence.

Now it is my turn to thank you for your compliments! Elizabeth smiled at the memories. I think I surprised Lady Catherine more than once by my free manner of expression! Please do not misunderstand me, for I respect your mother very much; it is only that I have never been afraid of her. Anne nodded as they sipped their tea. However, would you grant me an exception to let Mr. Darcy know? Anne looked uncertain. He is your cousin, and has always been concerned over your welfare and happiness, Elizabeth countered. At the very least he would wonder why you visited me today, and you know he can be well trusted with confidential information. I promise that I will relate nothing you tell me to anyone else, unless you give me leave. Anne nodded. Good! Now tell me, how am I to help you?

Anne grew pensive, and began twisting a handkerchief in her hands. I have a dilemma, but it is not because I do not know what kind of man would please me. I have definite ideas about that. What troubles me is that there appear to be two such men who are presently paying their attentions to me. She trailed off again.

Not one, but two, Elizabeth marveled, her curiosity aroused. After having received so much indifference from the number of visitors to Rosings over the years, suddenly she had two male admirers. Were they fortune hunters, and did either one truly care for her? No wonder Anne sought advice, and probably needed a confidante as well. And you would like some help deciding between these two possible suitors?

Yes, as to one or the other. Anne rolled the handkerchief more. Or, if it means deciding against both of them.

Let us hope it does not come to that! Elizabeth exclaimed. But, pray tell me, what are these suitors like, and do both appeal to you somehow?

Anne did not reply at first, then smiled as she looked past her. Yes, both of them appeal to me, though in different ways. She drank more tea as Elizabeth waited for her to continue.

About three months ago, my mother invited several guests to dine at Rosings. We had our usual companions, Mr. and Mrs. Collins, and Colonel Fitzwilliam of course, but also our cousins Sir Noah and Lady Woodville, and three of their friends from London – a Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Huntley, and their daughter, Anastasia. The Huntleys, Elizabeth knew from Darcy, were a self-made family that had gained its fortune from selling fashionable dry goods in the capital and several other large cities for almost two generations. Mrs. Huntley was the former Magdalen Coleridge, Sir Nigel Coleridge’s youngest sister, so the Huntleys had acquired some social position in addition to their wealth. The Huntleys brought two young men with them, sons of Thomas Huntley’s sister, and Miss Anastasia’s cousins, Marcus and Tarquinius Duvall, Anne went on. It was the younger son, Tarquinius, who sat next to me at dinner.

Such interesting names, Elizabeth commented.

Their father, Mr. William Duvall, is quite a Latin scholar, and wished to give all his children Roman names. There are two additional brothers in the family, Marius and Lucius, and three daughters, Lavinia, Helena, and Agrippina. Anne shook her head, and Elizabeth sympathized. Marcus is a naval officer, blonde, with impressive side whiskers, tall and solid, and quite animated in his conversation. We all enjoyed his stories, and my mother demanded he retell a few of them because she liked them so much. She is rather partial to naval officers, as it turns out. I never knew that. She suddenly stopped.

You mentioned Marcus’ brother, Tarquinius, Elizabeth gently prompted her.

Anne glanced at her, almost guiltily. Marcus was handsome in his manly, confident way. However, Tarquin, as he likes to be called, was very much the opposite in looks and manner; dark, where his brother is light, and quiet, where his brother is garrulous. But, oh, Mrs. Darcy, her eyes widened, I had never seen a man I thought more handsome than he. The curl of his black hair, his side-whiskers, his fine features and chin … the way his green eyes looked at me … he quite took my breath away! I thought I was going to be unwell, and be unable to remain in the same room as he! Anne looked rueful. How I could go on about his musculature and his large hands, and how immaculately he was dressed! Mother caught me looking at him – I might have even been staring – and she addressed rather sharp comments to me, telling me to pay attention to Mr. Collins, who was sitting on my left; that ended most of my conversation with Tarquinius Duvall that evening.

What happened after that? Elizabeth wanted to know.

Lady Catherine was so delighted with the Huntleys and the Duvalls that she asked them to dine again with us the following evening, then to tea the day after that. Eventually they stayed with us at Rosings for almost two weeks. After breakfast and during the afternoons we would all take walks, mostly for my benefit, and several times I ended up conversing with Tarquin. We discussed many things, or rather he did, and I tried to keep up with him. She looked at Elizabeth. I am very shy at times, but he never seemed to mind. He is a wonderful conversationalist; he informs without lecturing, and no pause, no matter how long it lasts, bothers him. His manners are impeccable, and his manner of speaking is easy, without being presumptuous, careless or vulgar. I have seen him many times since those days at Rosings, in London a few times, once at the opera, and even at Bath. She paused. I cannot wait until I see him again.  However –

Yes?

Anne twisted her handkerchief more violently. I wasn’t certain I could articulate it before, but something about him makes me feel, well, uneasy!

Such a splendid young man as he sounds, what is it about him that makes you feel this way?

Anne gave a helpless gesture. It’s something in his eyes … sometimes when he is speaking, or expressing an opinion, his eyes will lock into mine … and narrow ever so slightly. As if he isn’t sure I will understand. Anne looked at her. I may be shy, and not be able to carry on a conversation well, but I hope I have not been considered to be completely dull or witless. Mother did have me educated. So, I do comprehend what he talks about, but I still wonder if he thinks me empty-headed.

I see. Is there anything else?

Well, Anne began slowly, this may sound ridiculous too, but there were a few times when he was commenting about other people around us. At the time, I didn’t know what to think, but his comments sounded rather cynical and condescending when I recalled them later on. She shuddered. I wondered if I were being overly sensitive, but these have been the only times when I did not hear him say kind or polite words about someone. She sounded tired. He dresses and behaves like a gentleman, so why do I try to find fault with him? He has paid me a great deal of attention, and given me many compliments. She looked at Elizabeth again. However, there is one other thing to consider about Tarquin.

And what is that?

Anne grimaced, clasping her hands together again. Edgar.

The other suitor?

Anne nodded. He is Edgar Rutledge, son of Henry, Lord Lennox, and a cousin of the Duke of Cumberland. So this Lord Edgar ranked very high indeed, higher than Lady Catherine herself. I met him at the opera in London, the same one I attended with the Huntleys and the Duvalls. We were introduced to the Duke and Duchess, and Lord Edgar’s parents and siblings at their box. After some conversation, we shared the Huntleys’ box during the performance. I did not realize it, but as we were leaving, my program had slipped to the floor. The next thing I knew, this pleasant young man, Lord Edgar, had jumped up from his seat to retrieve it for me. I thanked him, and we moved on, but we all promised to mingle during the intermission, which we did. Anne paused. That was my first conversation with Lord Edgar.

What is he like?

He is tall and well built; I believe he is only a year or two older than Tarquinius Duvall. He has rather long, wavy brown hair and side whiskers, brown eyes, a pleasant, slightly ruddy complexion, and a fine profile, though not as striking as Mr. Duvall’s. He is also impeccably dressed and well-mannered.

I see, Elizabeth commented. Lord Edgar obviously was not as handsome as Mr. Duvall, but it sounded as if he had made a good first impression on Anne. Did you enjoy the time you spent with him?

No, I did not. Anne’s response surprised her. He stammered for a full minute, made a few references to the weather, and then began asking me how much I was enjoying the performance.

Perhaps he was nervous.

Maybe, but he is not as good a conversationalist as Tarquinius Duvall. Lord Edgar is fine once he feels comfortable and focuses on a subject, but otherwise he speaks in a halting, inadequate manner. Anne looked at her. I have met Lord Edgar and his family several times over the last few months. I have said how shy I am, but I would like my future husband to be more confident in social encounters than I, and that is the hardest part for me to reconcile with Lord Edgar, his looks, his position in society, and education.

He sounds like a fine man.

He is, but he is not as confident as I would like. Anne pouted, finally unclasping her hands. Yet he has many other fine qualities. He is kindness itself, and it does not seem to bother him whether he is speaking with another peer, an elderly person, a tradesman, or a child; he is friendly and helpful to everyone. It never bothers him if his own pleasure is curtailed when he is prevailed upon to help or attend to someone else. Her eyes lit up. Most of all, he has one of the largest, beautiful hearts, to go along with his fine disposition.

What do you mean?

Well, we had invited Lord Edgar and his family to stay at Rosings for a week. One day, while we were out driving, we passed a row of tenant houses several miles away. The homes were in a deplorable state, and we saw several children and adults milling around in front of them. As our party passed by, I saw Lord Edgar bite his lip and heard him mutter, ‘The poor devils.’ When he realized I had overheard him, he said that the owner of that estate had been derelict in his duties, and guilty of ignoring the needs of his tenants. He sounded quite upset. He did not say any more, and later Mother showered him with approval because he had sent all the tenants enough provisions to last a full month, as well as a fair amount of coin to keep them solvent. He also stated his intention to discuss the tenants’ conditions with the owner of the estate. She sighed. What wonderful charity Lord Edgar showed them, for no one else seemed to care! That is why I declare he has a beautiful heart along with his amiable disposition. She shook her head. If only he were more confident with strangers …

If only he were more confident with eligible single women, Elizabeth thought. However, she had to agree with Anne that she admired a man who was confident in his abilities and straightforward, without being overbearing and obnoxious. Confident and able, like her Fitzwilliam. She asked if Anne had spoken to Lord Edgar about his acts of philanthropy.

Oh, yes! That is, I tried to at least, for he began to stammer immediately, and finally begged me to allow him to change the subject. He seemed very uncomfortable talking about himself, and what he had done. I tried to counter his remarks by saying that, if he told no one about his good works, who would know of them? ‘God would know,’ he replied, and would not speak of it again. She paused.

I think Lord Edgar has feelings for me, for he has sent me handwritten notes, though acceptable, and beautiful sprays of flowers. One day in the garden he took my hand, and said many kind, pleasant things to me … I felt at peace, just relaxed to be there with him. I looked up into his kind eyes and open face, and I began to think … Her voice dropped.

Yes?

I began to think I would like to be with him forever! We spent a wonderful hour together in the gardens, and then the other guests arrived for dinner.

The Huntleys and the Duvalls?

Yes. Anne gave another sigh. Tarquinius came over to speak with me the first chance he got. When dinner was ready, though, according to precedence he had to wait, and Lady Catherine asked Lord Edgar to escort me into the dining room. Strangely enough, I ended up sitting between them all evening. She shook her head at the memory. I did not know whom to favor. Whenever I spoke to one of them, I felt I was ignoring the other. She looked at Elizabeth. So, there are my two suitors. Well, Mrs. Darcy, what do you think I should do?

Elizabeth drew in a breath. "I can hardly say, at this point. Both gentlemen seem to have advantages and maybe even disadvantages. I am not certain if I could decide, if I were you. She stopped. Let me ask you this: what do you wish for yourself in life? Do you truly wish for a mate, for children, or do you want something else?"

Anne’s expression grew wistful. This is what I remember from my own parents. They were not demonstrative, even to each other, certainly not when others were around; but I have never known two people who were more equal in temperament, intelligence, outlook, and interests. She clasped her hands again. Sir Lewis and Lady Catherine were compatible in every way possible. That is what I want for myself, if I am fortunate enough to find someone like that.

Elizabeth was impressed. You have told me what you want from life, a partner, Anne nodded, so does either one of them exhibit the qualities you admire and desire in a potential husband?

Anne’s eyes filled. You can guess. They both do. I feel so wretched that I cannot decide between the two of them. I cannot hold them off forever, so I will need to make a decision before both of them lose interest in me. She crushed her handkerchief into a ball.

Please be calm, Miss de Bourgh. Elizabeth thought for a moment. It may be too soon to make a decision, but perhaps there is something I can do. I will ask Mr. Darcy if he knows of anything about these two gentlemen, and if he can make discreet inquiries on your behalf. Otherwise, I ask you to reflect as much as you can on both of them and their characters, and discern if your heart gives you any indication in one direction or another.

Thank you! I feel much improved, just being able to talk to someone about my situation. I appreciate anything you can do. As the clock struck the hour, Anne started. Heavens, I must fly! I do not wish to appear ungrateful for your time and companionship, or take your hospitality lightly, but I must return home.

Not at all, I understand it will take time for you to return to Rosings. As she showed Anne out, Elizabeth asked, As it happens, how were you able to come here alone?

Anne smiled. My mother intended to call upon the Duchess of Portland today. I was supposed to accompany her, but I complained of a terrible headache – not an unlikely ailment to befall me – and she insisted I stay home.  Off she went to the Duchess’ house, and then a short time later, I ordered the other carriage to take me here to visit you.

Bravo. Elizabeth smiled at her brave little deception. Yes, perhaps Lady Catherine’s daughter had some backbone in her, after all.

Anne returned her smile. I do find myself capable of deceit! Am I not able enough to order myself a carriage, and must my mother be the only person to give the orders at Rosings? She looked a little mischievous. Please do not be concerned about my safety, for I am accompanied today by one of our able grooms, Rawlins. Some four months ago, my companion for many years, Mrs. Jenkinson, was obliged to return to Hampshire to nurse a sick niece who has a large family, and we have not been able to find someone suitable to replace her; hence, Rawlins is my chaperone for now.

Elizabeth did remember the attentive older lady from her first visits to Rosings Park. I am glad that you have someone reliable to accompany you. Mr. Darcy will be very pleased you came to visit, she said sincerely. Again, we have missed your society, and we hope that in time he and Lady Catherine will be reconciled.

And I as well. I keep praying that they will. Anne released her hand after holding it a long time. Thank you again for everything, Mrs. Darcy. I would very much like to visit you again, if that is acceptable.

Of course it is, and it was my pleasure to receive you! If I can be of any use, please write and let me know how things fare with these suitors. She smiled at Anne’s thoughtful expression. Please do come and visit me again while I am here in Hertfordshire. I would enjoy your company very much, and shall look forward to your next visit.

Waving as Anne’s carriage turned down the drive, Elizabeth reflected on the afternoon with satisfaction. She could not be happier that Anne de Bourgh had found the courage to come and ask her for advice. She did not like Lady Catherine, and had not forgotten her ladyship’s behavior upon hearing the rumor, though false, that Elizabeth had accepted Darcy’s offer of marriage. Her dear Fitzwilliam, for his part, had neither forgotten nor forgiven the insulting letter Lady Catherine had sent him about Elizabeth’s unsuitability and other failings. How he had raged for a time at the injustices leveled at her, though she begged him to stop! Elizabeth still hoped that the breach between them could be healed, if not completely, then enough so that they could remain in the same room together without the temptations of rancor and making remarks they would later regret. Elizabeth did not welcome such breaches, no matter how well or ill the family members got on with each other. She fervently hoped Anne’s visit would help repair the relationships in Fitzwilliam’s family.

Elizabeth decided it had turned out to be a rather exciting afternoon, after all.

* * * * *

Long after dinner was over, and when they finally were alone, Elizabeth told Darcy about Anne’s visit. He listened intently and, once she was finished, expressed satisfaction over it.

Quite an unexpected event, yet I am so glad she sought you out for advice, Lizzie. I am also grateful you waited until now to tell me because, even though your parents regard me highly, I am sure the de Bourghs are not well thought of here at Longbourn, after Lady Catherine’s infamous visit. I would never wish to remind them of it. Sitting next to her on the bed, he took her right hand and began to trace the outline of her fingers in his hands. I never would have imagined it, two suitors, Tarquinius and Edgar! I have always felt sorry for Anne because she seemed so neglected by everyone, except my aunt, who dominates her, of course. He kissed her hand. So, one is very handsome and likely sharp-tongued, the other somewhat handsome and lacking in confidence, but very amiable. Poor Anne! Whom will she choose?

Elizabeth gave him her other hand to kiss. Poor Anne indeed! To go from having no prospects to having two at once! Is one better than the other? And if neither one would make a good match for her, what is she to do then? She tilted her head and smiled at him in a way that made his heart melt. Poor Anne yet again. I have never heard her say so much; I hope that did not tire her out more than the journey!

With all due respect to my aunt, I doubt Lady Catherine allows her to have many opportunities to converse such as she did with you today, Darcy observed. However, enough of saying ‘Poor Anne’! She has demonstrated a noticeable amount of courage in coming to see you. I wonder if Lady Catherine realizes that Anne got away from her for an entire afternoon.

Yes, I have been wondering about that too, Elizabeth said, but I did promise to help her as much as I could. She kissed his hand. I thought you would like to help her also, Fitzwilliam.

At first, he said nothing. When the seconds lengthened into a full minute, and he still hadn’t spoken, she said, Do you not want to help Anne? I thought you would be eager to do so.

A frown creased his forehead. I would want to help her, he began. I mean, of course, I wish to. I would like to see Anne happy and settled into a life of her own choosing. It is only that – He looked away.

What is it, Dearest?

He looked at her with dark, troubled eyes. It is Lady Catherine. Elizabeth must have looked surprised, because he said, I have never forgiven her for how she treated you, or that letter she sent! Lady Catherine will never welcome our associating with Anne, or helping her.

She needs our assistance.

He shrugged helplessly and rubbed the back of his neck. I want to, Lizzie, but do not know if I can.

She could not help smiling. I promised to help her, and my promise included your efforts as well! I cannot retract it now.

He looked at her, almost horrified, then gave a weak laugh. I might have known! So this is what you have done. As Master of Pemberley, though, I am not defeated so easily.

I beg to differ. She kissed him twice. Yes, you are, but these are the conditions of your surrender. She kissed him again. Now, are you going to make inquiries of your friends and acquaintances about both gentlemen on her behalf?

He kissed her. There is my signature on the peace treaty.

I am so relieved!

He nodded. If there is anything she should know, that knowledge should be available somewhere. She leaned closer to him. Of course, if the information about them is nothing but positive, that would also be good to know, although it may not help her make a choice.

He suddenly smiled. What is it, Fitzwilliam?

I am only amazed that she devised a way to leave the house by herself and come to see you. He shook his head. Elizabeth could not help laughing at that. As am I! Let us hope that Anne may find other opportunities to leave the house when Lady Catherine pays her calls in the future. She gently stroked his right cheek. Lady Catherine may also find that Anne is now suffering from a series of headaches. He laughed and took her in his arms.

* * * * *

That evening as they dined at Rosings, Lady Catherine kept giving her daughter several careful looks. Anne’s color was high for a change, and her appetite much improved.

Look at me, my dear Anne, she commanded. When Anne started and looked up in confusion from her plate, Lady Catherine continued to examine her. You seem much recovered from the terrible headache you suffered today.

Yes, Mother, she answered. I rested all afternoon and I feel completely cured of it.

Indeed. Lady Catherine continued to look at her, which made Anne uncomfortable. You have not asked me once about the Duchess and the afternoon I spent with her. Her Grace missed you very much.

I am sorry. Please forgive my inattention.

Well, Lady Catherine relented, you were not feeling well earlier. She paused. Were you? An idea began to form in her mind, but she rejected it for its sheer impossibility.

No, I was not, but now I am recovered. It took all of Anne’s will to hold her mother’s gaze. Usually Anne was the one to look down or away first; however, this time her mother dropped her gaze on the cutlery still remaining beside her plate.

Well, I am very glad to hear it, Lady Catherine finally said, then began telling Anne about her visit to the Duchess.

CHAPTER 2

Darcy was true to his word, for the next day he rode into Meryton with a list of business-related concerns to complete. He and Elizabeth had risen and breakfasted early, for he wished to be in town as soon as the shops opened. He kissed her goodbye, promising he would be home by the time it was dark.

Darcy rode his horse as fast as he could into Meryton. He posted several letters, and then performed necessary transactions at the Bank. He consulted the attorney, Mr. Spencer, on some legal matters, then took a stroll about town to stretch his legs. It was time for luncheon before he knew it, and over his soup, cheese, and bread at the inn he realized he had yet to make inquiries about Anne’s suitors. He ate thoughtfully. Despite his answer to Lizzie the previous evening, he still felt cramps of misgivings about making the inquiries; he had to be discreet.

So he returned to Mr. Spencer’s chambers, because he thought he would be a good source of information. Peter Edmund Spencer was the son of a local county landowner, a friend of Sir William Lucas, who had been educated in London. Mr. Spencer was about thirty-five years of age, of average height, and usually dressed in a black suit, with thick, dark side-whiskers and hair that was thinning on top. After nearly ten years of practicing law in the capital, Mr. Spencer had been excited to be able to return to his home county when one of the town’s attorneys died at the age of seventy- seven, and the other decided to retire to Lyme. Mr. Spencer wasted no time in moving his wife and three children to Meryton from London, and established his law office. Though he was not the most interesting conversationalist, he was well liked and trusted because he was intelligent, honest, and locally born. Thanks to his neighbors, his law practice received more than enough business.

Tarquinius Duvall, Sir? Spencer drew his thick brows together. A most distinguished family. Mrs. Duvall was formerly Julia Huntley, the sister of Mr. Thomas Huntley, who has made a fortune in dry goods. The Huntley Emporiums have spread from London to as far away as Norwich and Liverpool.

Darcy was impressed. How many emporiums does Mr. Huntley own?

Spencer shook his head. As to the exact number, I do not know. However, he has three such large shops in London alone, and one each in Bristol, Oxford, and Southampton, along with the others I have already mentioned – perhaps even Cambridge too – so there are at least eight in existence. Mr. Huntley is regarded as a shrewd man of business, if a little aggressive. Spencer laughed. Some say one day, most people in England will be wearing an article of clothing that was purchased in one of his shops.

I cannot believe that, Sir, Darcy protested, but he laughed all the same. So Tarquinius Duvall is Mr. Huntley’s nephew, as well as Sir Nigel Coleridge’s.

Ahem, that is correct. Spencer removed his spectacles to polish them. Mr. Duvall is one of seven siblings. Marcus is the oldest, an officer in the Royal Navy. Tarquinius is the second son, but it is common knowledge that he will inherit the bulk of his uncle Huntley’s retail empire, because Mr. Huntley has only one child, a daughter, Anastasia. Tarquinius Duvall has been involved in the family’s retail business since he graduated from university.

Darcy was more used to wealth and holdings passing along hereditary lines.

Here, though, was a case where both Huntley’s daughter and nephew would inherit, one because of his acumen for business, but both because they were blood relations. What profession does Tarquinius Duvall’s father hold?

Mr. William Duvall, who is Huntley’s cousin, is a London banker and considered to be quite successful. His third son, Marius, was considered to be the one to emulate him in that industry; however, I have learned that he seems to be pursuing a career as an architect.

Good lord, Spencer, how many sons does this William Duvall have?

Four, Mr. Darcy. The fourth and youngest son is Lucius, whom I believe is about fourteen or fifteen years of age. Coughing, the lawyer patted his waistcoat, which stretched over his ample stomach. There are also three daughters, Lavinia, Helena, and Agrippina, who likes to be called Agnes. He shook his head again. Seven in all, and with such names! However, Mr. William Duvall was well-known as a classical scholar at university, so I suppose that it is not so unusual.

I see. Seven children, all living to adulthood! The Duvalls must come from hardy stock, Darcy thought. The size of this family caused his thoughts to stray back to Elizabeth. They had been very happily married for a year already, but unlike Jane and Charles they did not yet have a child of their own. Darcy worried for Elizabeth’s sake, because he knew of her overwhelming desire to have children – and her quiet, almost secretive disappointment that she had not carried and delivered a child. He lovingly told her to be patient, that all would be well in time, but he could only tell her so often without causing her distress. His thoughts returned to the Duvalls.

Yes, it is quite an impressive list, he commented. I suppose parents can choose whatever names they wish for their children.

Of course. Still, Mr. Duvall’s family sounds like a group of Roman patricians, not an English family of young men and women. They shared another laugh.

Darcy resumed. As I have mentioned, my cousin Anne, the daughter of Lady Catherine de Bourgh, has met Mr. Tarquinius Duvall. Have you ever met him, and can you tell me something about his character?

Spencer nodded. I have met the young Mr. Duvall several times when I practiced in London. Now let me think. He closed his eyes. Tarquinius Duvall is an extremely intelligent young man of about twenty-six years. He graduated at the top of his class at Oxford, and is known as a tireless worker in his uncle’s retail shops. In short, he is his uncle’s right hand, and is considered every bit as shrewd.

What are his interests outside of their trade?

He is renowned as an excellent cricket player and bowler. However, I do not know if he enjoys riding, hunting, or other ‘manly’ pursuits. The lawyer paused. As far as I know, Tarquinius’ interests are oriented in making money and learning whatever he can from his voracious reading. Not only is he well-read, he is also known for writing satirical verses, first at university and now at his own leisure; I believe that some of his verses have appeared in the newspapers. He paused again. The young man is also devilishly handsome, always fashionably dressed, well-mannered, and possesses the most intense green eyes in England.

Darcy considered that. I take it the young ladies in London swoon over him? Spencer laughed. They most certainly do!

Please excuse me, but can you give me more insight into his character?

Spencer held up his hand. "I understand the reason for your question. I have only heard excellent things said about the young man. As I mentioned, he is intelligent, well-mannered, and well behaved. He has never gotten into any kind of trouble, whether it be wine, women, or gambling. If anything, he is shrewd and concerned with financial matters, but who would not be, in his position? He is the designated heir to a retail empire, and of course I would suspect he wishes to be as successful as his uncle.

Now that I think about it, however, there was one item of a rather negative nature that I heard applied to him.

What was that?

It is only a rumor.

I would still appreciate you telling me.

Of course. The lawyer paused. It seems that the senior Mr. Duvall was about to make a sizeable donation to a foundling hospital, or clinic, in London. Everything was all set up and agreed upon, when suddenly he withdrew his financial support. I do not know how many other donors were involved, so I am not certain if the hospital had to close its doors. No one knows the exact reason why he withdrew, but it has been rumored that Tarquinius had advised him against donating the funds.

Darcy nodded. That is a most serious charge.

It is only a rumor, Spencer cautioned. I do not know all the details behind it. I would like to repeat that Tarquinius Duvall has had no entanglements with the law, he doesn’t drink to excess, he does not gamble – he has reportedly said he works too hard for his money to waste it on cards – and he has never made an impulsive engagement with, or an inappropriate advance toward any young lady. He has never resorted to an elopement, and he is no seducer. When he gives his word, he is considered to be trustworthy. He looked at Darcy. You may trust me, Sir, when I say that many of his friends have committed one or more of these sins, but not Tarquinius. Keeping such faults or escapades secret in a whirlpool of society such as London is next to impossible. We would have known if he has vices.

Darcy reached for his hat. Well, I certainly thank you for all your time and information concerning this young Mr. Duvall.

You are quite welcome! I am glad to have been of service to you. They shook hands. I daresay that despite his deficiencies in rank, Mr. Tarquinius Duvall is quite a suitable prospect in every other way I can think of for your cousin Miss de Bourgh, if the young lady is so inclined. Mr. Duvall could make her the toast of London.

Yes, quite, Darcy smiled, but I will leave it to her to decide. Now I cannot thank you enough again for putting my mind at ease about the young gentleman. Good day, Mr. Spencer.

Good day to you as well, Mr. Darcy, and good luck to both of them.

* * * * *

The afternoon was well advanced when Darcy left Mr. Spencer’s offices for his final destination of the day in Meryton. He had promised Charles he would discuss the materials needed for several projects in and around Netherfield to improve it, so Charles and Jane could sell the house; both wanted to move north to be closer to Pemberley.

Darcy intended to meet with the stonemasons and lumbermen in town, and bring back the estimated list of needed materials and their costs for Charles to consider.

The sky was beginning to darken when Darcy mounted his horse for the last time and rode back to Longbourn. He arrived at dusk, with a little time to wash up and change for dinner, as the servants lit candelabras full of lights in windows all over the comfortable house. He joined Jane and Elizabeth in their evening gowns, along with Charles, for dinner. He promised to discuss the construction projects with Charles on the morrow.

Darcy did not discuss his meeting with Mr. Spencer in Jane and Charles’ hearing.

Rather, he waited until he and Elizabeth had retired for the night in the privacy of their own bedroom. As they prepared for bed, he repeated everything the lawyer had told him about Tarquinius Duvall.

Elizabeth brushed her dark hair, and at first said nothing. Finally, she put her hairbrush down. Anne owes you a debt of gratitude for all you are doing on her behalf. You have found out a great deal about this young gentleman.

I am doing this only to help her, as you know. He unbuttoned his shirt. I do not know if it is enough information to help her make a choice, though.

Perhaps not, but you have yet to make inquiries about the other young man, Lord Edgar Rutledge. She sat up in her chair and began counting on her fingers. Let us see what we know of Mr. Duvall.

Darcy came up from behind, and put his arms around her. Well, we know what he is not.

Smiling, she pulled his arms more closely around her. Thanks to Mr. Spencer, we know this Tarquinius is not a drunkard, gambler, or, most importantly, a seducer. He is hardworking and intelligent – I hope that indicates he is a good conversationalist – and well-mannered. She looked back, into his eyes. That is all good, helpful information to tell Anne. What else is there, Fitzwilliam?

Darcy shrugged. He has obtained a kind of rank through his relations, is very rich, and is destined to become even richer. He shook his head. Wealth and power passing down through families used to be all hereditary. Nowadays one can be a man of consequence and power because he is a retailer, importer, or owner of a large factory.

You mentioned that this Mr. Duvall could make Anne the toast of London.

Yes, Spencer certainly thought he could. I believe his uncle’s annual income and total worth amounts to at least one hundred thousand pounds a year.

He might as well be king for such a sum! Elizabeth cried out. It is incomprehensible, for I have never heard of an income as large as this!

I think we shall continue to hear of many more such men with fortunes as large in the future. He kissed her neck. Now let us go to sleep.

But I am not yet done with Mr. Tarquinius Duvall, she said playfully, though she let him lead her to the bed where the covers were turned down. Did not Mr. Spencer say Duvall was concerned with money matters? There could be something important in that.

Such as, Lizzie? The man is already rich, or will be, so he cannot be a fortune hunter. It seems the worst he can be is that he desires Anne’s position in society.

Dearest, do not forget the rumor that he persuaded his father against donating funds toward a charitable hospital. However, I suppose we cannot convict him without proof, can we?

Darcy gave a rueful smile, as they both remembered a time when rumors circulated about his treatment of a certain man who turned out to be the rogue Darcy knew him to be, and more besides. No, indeed, we cannot, without foundation. We must be sure of the truth of the matter.

She snuggled next to him. "Yes, I