Mary Simonsen - A Wife for Mr Darcy

“You and Jane will be busy making preparations for the wedding and breakfast, and I must go to London as I have business with George Bingley. He has written a second letter asking that I return to town as I am venturer in several of his schemes, and it will also serve another purpose. You will miss me so much that you will move up our wedding date and forego a courtship.”

“You are very sure of yourself, Mr. Darcy,” she said, smiling.

“Yes, I am, because I am sure of your love for me and mine for you.”

Lizzy thought she would melt. “Mr. Darcy, since you have addressed all of my concerns, we shall talk about a wedding date when you return.”

Darcy took Lizzy’s hand and led her to the area under the staircase and kissed her good night. “Elizabeth, I promise that you will not be sorry as I shall make you the happiest woman in England.”

“Yes, I know.”

Longbourn was in a state of upheaval. Corsets, chemises, stockings, and dresses were all thrown about, and Lydia and Kitty were elbowing each other for room in front of the mirror. While Mama and Mrs. Hill were helping Jane to get dressed, Aunt Gardiner and Betsy assisted Lizzy. Even Mary, who professed to have no interest in baubles and beads, was wearing earrings and a cross necklace.

With a house full of ladies running hither and yon, and with orders being shouted or praises being bestowed, the volume had risen to such a level that Mr. Bennet and Mr. Gardiner had removed to Mr. Philips’s house until such time as they were summoned to the church.

Mrs. Bennet was all aflutter, and since she had no intention of relaxing until the vicar had pronounced Jane and Mr. Bingley to be man and wife, she would take brief rests before going back into the fray. She thought about how congratulations would pour in and smiled at the thought of Jane being the talk of the county for months, if not years, because no one could possibly make a more advantageous marriage than her dear Jane. Every time she said, “five thousand a year,” Mrs. Bennet started giggling. With such a son-in-law, she would never again have to worry about the entail.

Lizzy was possibly as nervous as Jane. She had not seen Mr. Darcy in a week, but he had surprised her by writing a love letter to her, and as promised, it had burnt her fingers with its passionate prose, and she kept it in a chest under her bed under lock and key.

When Jane walked down the aisle in her beautiful ivory dress and diaphanous veil, many whispered that the village had never seen a more beautiful bride nor such a handsome groom, and because she had endeared herself to all, everyone, including Mr. Bingley’s sisters, wished her joy.

The day was sunny, but cold, and so the guests quickly got into their carriages and wagons and made their way to Netherfield Park for the breakfast. Every Bingley brother and sister and all of their children were in attendance, and Lizzy found this gathering of Bingleys to be most agreeable, including Caroline Bingley. Lizzy had learned that Miss Bingley, and possibly her twenty-thousand-pound inheritance, had drawn the attention of Lord David Upton, and it appeared that her future might include having everyone address her as “milady.”

Darcy made the rounds as if he were the groom, visiting with Charles’s neighbors and joining in a conversation with George and James Bingley, both of whom were discussing new investment schemes, eventually making his way over to Mrs. Crenshaw. But after she had informed him that she may have misjudged how far along she was, he bowed and made his way to the other side of the room where an amused Lizzy waited.

“Mr. Darcy, you look ill at ease,” Lizzy said. She had noted how short his conversation with Mrs. Crenshaw had been.

“Do not be surprised if, between the toasts for the bride and groom, you hear a baby’s cry.”

“You need not worry. Dr. Paterson is here.”

“You find my discomfort funny; I do not. So let us change the subject. You have said nothing of my letter.”

“Well, let me say something now. Shame on you!” she said, laughing, and soon left his side, but not before rewarding him with her brilliant smile.

As soon as Lizzy departed, a merry Mr. Bennet joined Mr. Darcy. “What a display of finery and array of food we have, Mr. Darcy! But such a joyous occasion merits all this folderol, does it not?” Darcy nodded his head in agreement.

“It gladdens a father’s heart to see a daughter well married to someone she loves, as that is not always the case, and now that Jane is married, it will be Lizzy’s turn. I hope she is as fortunate as her sister because she is equally deserving of a fine man. I do not think I could part with her if that were not the case.”

“Naturally, a father would wish for such things,” Darcy said, and he shifted uneasily.

“Mr. Darcy, I am giving you an opening, and you are not taking it.”

Darcy looked at Mr. Bennet, smiled, and laughed. “Is it that obvious?”

“Not as obvious as Mrs. Crenshaw being with child, but close.”

“I am embarrassed to be found out so easily.”

“Don’t be. It was in this very ballroom where I fell in love with Mrs. Bennet. By the end of that long-ago evening, there wasn’t a soul in the room who doubted that we would marry because I could not hide my feelings for her. In addition to being the most beautiful lady in the county, I was attracted to Mrs. Bennet because she had the ability to make me laugh, which is a necessity if a marriage is to survive the storms that will rise up every now and then. I think you require the same thing.”

“I do, sir. But I suspect Elizabeth’s wit has a bit more bite to it than Mrs. Bennet’s does.”

“No doubt. My daughter has a satirical eye, and I must congratulate you on winning her affection. It is my understanding that the first time you met Elizabeth you insulted her. Something about her being rather plain and not wanting to dance with her?”

“I plead guilty,” Darcy answered, “but Elizabeth has forgiven me.”

Mr. Bennet started to laugh. “A word of advice from an old married man. Although she may have forgiven you, she will never forget, so be prepared to hear about it for the rest of your life.”

“Fortunately, we make a joke of it now.”

“Yes, at the beginning of your marriage, you may joke about it, but wait until your first argument when it will once again rear its ugly head. Hopefully, that is far into the future. So when are you to call on me, Mr. Darcy?”

“As soon as possible.”

“Ah, that quickly then,” he said with a hint of sadness. “I know that a father should not favor one daughter over another, but I am a man of many faults. I enjoy Lizzy’s company so much that it will be difficult for me not to have her about, but I am comforted in knowing that she will marry a man with a generous heart. You see, I am convinced that if you had learned of Wickham’s designs on any other vulnerable young lady, you would not have acted any differently. And so, Mr. Darcy, I am placing Elizabeth in your care, and I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, after church, for tea.”

From across the room, Lizzy looked to Mr. Darcy for some indication of what the two men had been discussing, but noting her interest, he gave nothing away by his expression. But Lizzy gave him such a look that he smiled and nodded his head, and she placed her hand over her heart in acknowledgment. It was exactly as she had hoped it would be.

Mr. and Mrs. Charles Bingley joined the Bennet family for tea. They had left behind a house near to bursting with relations and wanted something less hectic for their first full day together as husband and wife. With Mr. Darcy, Mr. Bingley, and their father engaged in conversation, Lizzy motioned for Jane to go upstairs, and they both quietly disappeared from the parlor.

“Well?” Lizzy said as soon as she had closed the door.

Jane knew exactly what Lizzy wanted to hear. “Everything is fine, but I cannot begin to tell you how odd it is to have a man lying on top of you,” and she started laughing. “It did hurt, but for such a brief time, and the whole thing was over sooner than I thought it would be.”

“I am glad to hear it.”

“Are you glad to hear that it did not hurt or the length of the experience?”

“My dear sister, what a change one night can make. You are a married woman and may speak of such things.”

“But there was a surprise—other than the obvious one. I had in my mind an idea of what would happen, and it was very close to what I had imagined. However, during the night, Charles rolled over, and we began again. I had not expected that.”

From Lizzy’s expression, nor had she. “Twice in one night?”

“Three times if you count this morning,” Jane said. “Apparently, Charles finds it quite enjoyable, and each time, it was a little easier. I think it is something I could come to enjoy, that is, when it becomes less awkward.”

Although Lizzy nodded her head, indicating that she was happy to hear that it had gone reasonably well, nothing in her expression showed that it had put her mind at ease.

When the ladies returned to the drawing room, they found that Mr. Bennet had invited Mr. Darcy into his sanctum sanctorum for a glass of port. Mrs. Bennet found nothing unusual in this because she knew how indebted the family was to Mr. Darcy and assumed that Mr. Bennet wished to thank the gentleman in private. Charles, who was in on the plan, was left behind to entertain all the ladies while the men went about the business of discussing the marriage contract. While in London, Mr. Darcy had had his solicitor draft the document, and after perusing it, Mr. Bennet set it aside.

“You are very generous, Mr. Darcy. But then I had no worries on that account. However, what does concern me is that you and Lizzy come from very different worlds, and there will be struggles because of it. You shake your head, but I can assure you there will be occasions when Lizzy will say the wrong thing or not curtsey properly or not acknowledge someone’s rank. But you must be patient with her.

“My second concern is Lizzy’s habit of always speaking the truth. So be prepared for people, who are not used to such honesty, talking about her or cutting her or some other such nonsense. It is only your rank that will protect her.”

“And my love. That too will protect her. Because if anyone injures her, they injure me. I am not a vengeful man, Mr. Bennet, but I take care of my loved ones, and any unkindness toward Elizabeth is unacceptable.”

Mr. Bennet was pleased with his answer and patted his future son-in-law on the back and marveled at how life held so many surprises. Mr. Darcy of Pemberley was to marry his daughter. Who would have thought it?

It was Kitty who first noticed how long her father and Mr. Darcy had been gone. “I wonder what they can be talking about?”

“They have been gone a long time,” Mrs. Bennet said. “Mr. Bingley, do you think anything is wrong?”

“No, absolutely not. No reason to think that at all,” and he looked at Jane, who looked at Lizzy, and now Mrs. Bennet turned her gaze on Elizabeth.

“Lizzy, do you know what is keeping Mr. Darcy?”

“Yes, Mama. He is asking Papa for permission to marry me.”

“What!” She jumped out of her chair, and the quick movement caused her to become dizzy, and she fainted. Jane, who was used to her mother’s spells, quickly went for the smelling salts. When Mama had recovered, she asked her daughter, “Lizzy, did I understand you correctly? You are to marry Mr. Darcy?” Mrs. Bennet said in a voice that was more croak than speech.