Bingley at Rosings, Pride and Prejudice Fanfiction

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Bingley at Rosings By Michelle Ann

Section I,

Chapter One: A Great Notion

Posted on Sunday, 24 February 2002

It had been 3 months since Bingley had laughed, or indeed smiled in the usual jovial manner, and a little over 3 months since the removal from Netherfield. Darcy pondered this coincidence for the umpteenth time whilst he sat waiting for Bingley at their London club.

'Perhaps I was wrong to help remove Bingley from her society? Perhaps Bingley was more attached than he usually is.' Darcy thought. But then he remembered all the reasons why that particular lady was all wrong for Bingley- no connections, fortune or decency (at least certain members of the family if not the lady herself). This was a happy reminder since it stopped him from feeling something like regret. 'And what about myself?' Darcy pondered. 'Am I pining over a particular Hertfordshire lady? I hope not, she is entirely unsuitable- as unsuitable as Bingley's lady- which isn't surprising since they are sisters. Her eyes I cannot forget...'

Luckily (for Darcy) Bingley was ushered into the seat opposite Darcy, which meant Darcy had to pull his thoughts away from "fine eyes".

"I say Darcy," Bingley started as he sat down, "you had the most peculiar look on your face as I was walking up! I was waving to you, but you did not even recognise me. What were you thinking of?"

"Err ... nothing much. Nothing that cannot be forgotten." Darcy replied, hoping rather than believing it to be true. "And how are you today? It is decidedly chilly today, and you should really wear a warmer overcoat."

"Well, not in the best of spirits- nothing to Netherfield. You know, I cannot remember a happier time than those short months I spent there!" Bingley responded, a slight wistful smile tugging at his mouth. "As to my dress, I confess I do not pay as much attention to it of late. It was warmer in Hertfordshire."

"Yes, well I for one am glad to be back in London" Darcy stated, hoping to move on to a different topic.

"Happy?! You happy to be in London?" exclaimed Bingley "I've never heard anything so absurd before! You rarely enjoy London, especially in the season. I'm surprised you haven't scooted off to Pemberley before now."

Darcy winced at the truth. He did not enjoy London, and would have much rather spent these last months in the country, but he knew that he had to keep an eye on Bingley. Miss Bingley had been most anxious for her brother, and would not dream of Darcy removing himself at this crucial moment. Darcy winced again. Perhaps Miss Bingley had other motives for wanting Darcy to stay. Either way, Darcy was beginning to tire of Miss Bingley and forming a distaste for the whole Jane Bennet escapade. Darcy would have gone back to Pemberley, if not for aforementioned Jane Bennet's presence in London at this time and the urgent need to keep Bingley occupied whilst Miss Bingley dealt with her.

"Well, I must admit that Pemberley is infinitely to be preferred to London, but compared to other places, London certainly has its attractions." Darcy replied. "However, I cannot afford to stay much longer Bingley. My cousin Colonel Fitzwilliam is taking leave of the army for a month and we are journeying for our yearly visit to Lady Catherine."

Both men grimaced at her name.

"Well, I hope you shall enjoy your time there." Bingley said hopefully, "At least you will be in the country" and with that Bingley looked even gloomier than usual.

Darcy listened in alarm. 'Bingley is truly affected. He was not interested in any of the parties and numerous flowers of society that I have been introducing him to. If only I could find some woman who would interest Bingley enough so he can overcome his attachment to Miss Bennet! What if they were to meet at one of these gatherings whilst I was away?'

"Oh dear!" Bingley looked up in surprise at his friend. "Why? Whatever is the matter Darcy?"

Darcy looked up confused, until he realised that he had uttered the last words aloud.

"Erm ... nothing, I was just thinking of Rosings and the formidable Aunt Catherine" Darcy managed with a weak smile. 'Rosings and Bingley ... Bingley at Rosings! Yes! That is the only way to ensure Bingley is out of the way!'

Darcy grinned.

"Actually Bingley, what would you say to accompanying me to Rosings?"

Bingley looked at him hesitantly. "You wish me to accompany you to Rosings Park? I would not dream of imposing!"

"Nonsense," Darcy exclaimed, "it would be a great honour to introduce you to my aunt, and I would be most thankful for the company."

"But isn't your cousin accompanying you?" Bingley asked.

"Well yes, but it would be nice to have you there as well. Indeed, I think a change of scene and society is just what you need to perk up a bit. You have not been quite yourself for the last few months. I think a little trip to the country will be just what you need." Darcy was warming up to the idea.

"Well it has been a while since I was in the country. I have not been in the country since the 26th of November- at the Netherfield Ball! But really, I could just go back to Netherfield. That is in the country." Bingley's eyes widened at the thought. His eyes resumed their former sparkle at the idea of seeing her again.

"Yes, but I shall not be able to accompany you, and I do not think your sisters would enjoy it- they are enjoying London at present." Darcy replied, hoping to squash the direction the conversation was going in. He was also distressed at the exact remembrance of the date of the ball.

"Very true" Bingley replied, somewhat deflated, "What about your Aunt? I cannot intrude upon her privacy."

"Do not worry about it, I shall arrange it all!" Darcy responded, happy to notice that Bingley would be brought around eventually to his thinking. "Colonel Fitzwilliam will be here tomorrow. We shall leave by the end of the week. Do you think you could be ready in time?"

"I suppose so, yes." Bingley replied.

"Excellent! Now if you don't mind, I shall have to go inquire about an artist I would like to commission for a portrait of Georgiana. Shall we dine tomorrow night at my place, you can be reacquainted with Col Fitzwilliam?" Darcy said, rising from the table.

"It would be a pleasure Darcy" Bingley said with a smile. "I shall look forward to it."

"Goodbye Bingley"

"See you tomorrow Darcy." Bingley sighed. A trip to the country would be pleasant, although not nearly as pleasant as a trip to Netherfield. 'But it wouldn't do me any good since she doesn't return my affections.' Bingley ordered another drink, not knowing that Jane Bennet was at this moment in London, writing a letter to a beloved sister staying at Hunsford.

Chapter Two: Before Dinner Drinks

Posted on Sunday, 24 February 2002

"Ah, there you are Caroline!" Bingley cried from the dining room. "Could you come in for a while, I have something I should very much like you to hear."

"Why of course Charles, what is it?" Caroline was secretly alarmed 'What if he has unexpectedly bumped into Jane Bennet?' Smiling a little uneasily, Caroline sat down.

"I was just wanting to tell you that I shall be dining with Darcy tonight," (Big sigh from Caroline) "and that I have been invited to visit Rosings Park with him at the end of the week." He finished before she could ask if she was invited.

"Why how lovely Charles!" exclaimed Caroline, dripping with insincerity. "But pray, may I ask if I can accompany you tonight? I would love to see Mr. Darcy again."

Bingley was a bit embarrassed at his sister's obvious intentions towards his best friend. "I'm sorry Caroline, but it would not be quite proper since Georgiana is not staying there, and there will be three bachelors at a bachelor's house. I'm sure it would be quite boring for you there, listening to us men talk of politics and business."

"Oh pish Charles!" exclaimed Miss Bingley, "It would not matter about propriety with my brother accompanying me. And I absolutely love hearing about politics, especially Mr. Darcy- he has such a firm grasp of the topic."

"Strange, I remember you being quite affronted when Miss Elizabeth could talk politics, and you grew quite bored of the conversation she and Darcy had once at Netherfield." Bingley delighted in throwing this little inconsistency at his annoying sister.

"Yes well, Eliza does have a conceited air about her and she was quite unladylike in her opinions! But I can see you do not wish me to go. You are so thoughtless to your dear, darling sister" Caroline pouted in a last attempt.

"Not at all Caroline!" Bingley smirked. "I knew you would not like to be left to your own devises, so I invited Miss Steele and her sister over. They are always so attentive to you. I'm sure you will have an enjoyable evening, but I must be off now. Goodbye Caroline."

Bingley pecked her cheek and quickly moved out of the room so as to only catch Miss Bingley's horrid gasp "Oh Charles, no!"

That evening Colonel Fitzwilliam was sitting comfortably in his favourite cousin's overstuffed reclining chair.

"So tell me Will, what makes you so anxious to be off to Aunt Catherine's this year?"

"Well, I am sick of London!" Darcy replied

"Then go to Pemberley. My goodness man! If I had an estate as beautiful as Pemberley, I would be sure to be at it every moment! But you have hardly been there this year. First you are in London for the season, then you accompany your friend Bingley to Hertfordshire and then back to London!"

"Pemberley is out of the question!" Darcy shot back quickly.

"Why? You have been acting quite strange for the past couple of months. I know Pemberley weighs heavily on you, and you don't like to be reminded of your dear parents' deaths, but I'm sure Georgiana would love to see you at Pemberley."

Darcy ran a hand through his tousled hair. It wasn't so much his parent's death that stopped him from enjoying Pemberley, but because it felt so empty. He disliked walking through the hallways with the only sound of his footsteps echoing. Pemberley needed something to liven it up. A lady of the house. Children. 'When will I be able to go home and it really feel like home again?' Darcy pondered. He looked up, realising that Fitzwilliam still required an answer.

"I just feel that it is a waste of time to go home to Pemberley for a few weeks only to leave for Rosings. That and the fact that I am needed in London at present. You know my good friend Bingley?" Colonel Fitzwilliam nodded. "He formed an undesirable attachment in Hertfordshire. I'm here to help keep his mind off it."

"Undesirable attachment?" laughed Colonel Fitzwilliam "Whatever do you mean by that? Did he have a quick tumble with a nurse-maid?"

Darcy looked sternly at his cousin. "Nothing like that. Bingley became desperately in love with a young lady of a country gentleman."

Colonel Fitzwilliam laughed again. "And pray tell me, what was so undesirable about that? Bingley sounds like the sort of young man who would welcome a pretty wife sooner than later, unlike you and I who are settled bachelors!" Darcy cleared his throat a bit nervously at that, which didn't go unnoticed by Colonel Fitzwilliam. "You did say she was pretty didn't you?"

"Oh, she was extremely pretty. Very Grecian and graceful. Bingley could not stop calling her an angel"

"Then what was the matter? Did she have horrible teeth or a laugh like his sister Miss Bingley? (You know her laugh always reminds me of a hyena being strangled) Were her manners quite bad? Tell me man! What was wrong with her?"

Darcy squirmed a bit in his chair. 'This chair is decidedly uncomfortable. I shall have to replace it.'

"Nothing was wrong with her per se, she was modest and charming, if a little too quiet. Her teeth were very good, and although she laughed rarely, she smiled often. I meant rather that her situation was unsuitable."

"Situation?" scoffed Colonel Fitzwilliam. "What does Bingley need of money or station. He is not in the highest circles, and I dare say has no desire to be in them. He may not be the wealthiest individual, but he has a handsome income, one that would support wife and children without needing to draw upon his wife's dowry. If only others could be so fortunate as he!"

"Well I do not agree." Darcy responded firmly, "Bingley could always do with more money, especially if he wishes to provide for any sons past the heir. I would enjoy seeing Bingley rise to a greater social circle..."

"Greater social circle?" Colonel Fitzwilliam puzzled, "He cannot rise further because the aristocratic snobs would not wish to associate with tradesman's sons. Darcy, Bingley cannot rise any further because he is not of noble blood. It does not matter if he married a woman with 20 thousand pounds. No, this is all you!" Colonel Fitzwilliam exclaimed, "These are all reasons you are coming up with! Did Bingley have any problems with the lady?"

Darcy shifted again in his uncomfortable seat.

"Well no, he was too busy mooning over her! He doesn't think of these things. He needs someone to watch over him. Someone..."

"Someone like you!" Colonel Fitzwilliam declared. Sometimes talking to Darcy gave him a headache. "I do not think a grown man should rely so heavily upon another. Why not let your puppy dog off a leash and see what he does?"

"He is not my puppy dog!" Darcy was slowly losing his temper.

"You certainly take prodigious care that he does not wet his feet! I dare say you recommend him to wear warm things in winter!"

Darcy turned slightly red remembering yesterday's conversation with Bingley. Colonel Fitzwilliam looked at him in exasperation.

"You are a regular mother to that man Darcy!" Colonel Fitzwilliam rubbed his forehead. He didn't enjoy arguing with his cousin. He decided to switch the topic. "So what did you think of Hertfordshire Darce?"

Me?" Darcy looked up in surprise. "Well ... I thought there was some uncommonly fine ey ... err houses in the area." 'Good one Darcy! You cannot forget her for a minute can you?' "Yes, the houses, particularly Netherfield were quite suitable. I am glad that Bingley took the house, except for some of the neighbours, it really was quite a nice area..."

'Darcy is talking too much and much too quickly. What was it he was going to say instead of houses?' Colonel Fitzwilliam squinted at Darcy. Darcy was continuing to talk about the state of the roads and the hunting and all the forests around the area. Colonel Fitzwilliam noticed he was slightly flushed, and he kept adjusting his cravat and squirming in the chair. Something was decidedly wrong with Darcy. 'What could it be?' mused Colonel Fitzwilliam.

"... There were a couple of assemblies, although the society was quite shocking, which I think I have mentioned before. Miss Bingley could only find one young lady that she could attach herself to, and one day whilst Bingley and I were dining with the officers in Meryton, she was invited to dinner..."

"Oh please!" interjected Colonel Fitzwilliam, "do not mention Caroline Bingley to me! Last time I saw her she was all over me for being your cousin. The only way I could fend her off was by telling her how poor I was and how much you disliked me!"

Darcy looked a bit startled at this interruption. He was rambling in an attempt to move conversation to anything other than his opinions of Hertfordshire.

"Yes, well, perhaps we should move on" Darcy chuckled. "Bingley should be here any minute. Please restrict your comments on Netherfield to a minimum."

Any further warning was cut off with the butler announcing Mr. Charles Bingley.

Bingley!" Darcy rose clapping him on the shoulder warmly. "You remember Colonel Fitzwilliam, I'm sure"

"Hello Mr. Bingley" Colonel Fitzwilliam smiled.

"What a pleasure to see you again Colonel Fitzwilliam" Bingley responded warmly. "Darcy is forever talking about you! Well, that is, when he is not speaking of Georgiana or Pemberley."

"He is, is he?" Colonel Fitzwilliam replied. "How unjust of him! I must now retaliate by asking you all about him..."

Darcy grew slightly alarmed at how Colonel Fitzwilliam's grin widened at some thought of his own. 'That doesn't look good.'

"So tell me Bingley (I may call you Bingley?), I hear you have just been visiting the country? Tell me all about your estate!"

Colonel Fitzwilliam ignored Darcy's I-thought-I-told-you-not-to-do-that look (which reminded him somewhat of Lady Catherine).

"Oh Colonel Fitzwilliam, I had such a pleasant time! The people were just delightful. One family in particular were very attentive and pleasant." Bingley gushed

"Indeed? Darcy was saying that he did not enjoy it that much at all" Colonel Fitzwilliam smirked.

"Yes, well, Darcy doesn't enjoy dancing or meeting people, although he did seem to enjoy arguing with one particular lady."

Colonel Fitzwilliam's eyebrows rose sharply. Darcy was giving Bingley a warning look. Bingley smiled happily.

"A lady? Really? Darcy I had no idea!"

"Fitzwilliam, really, Bingley exaggerates the situation. Eliz ... Miss Bennet and I had a few disagreements. We didn't quite get along together. She was quite impertinent."

"HA!" Bingley laughed, "Now you are sounding exactly like Caroline. Miss Elizabeth Bennet was a charming young woman with a brain of her own. And admit it man! You found it refreshing after all the simpering Carolines of society."

"Charming young woman?" Colonel Fitzwilliam was growing intensely interested. "But to the most important aspect. Was she pretty?"

Bingley looked at Darcy, hoping that he would answer the question. Darcy turned to the window and fiddled with his pinkie ring. Bingley looked to Colonel Fitzwilliam and winked. Colonel Fitzwilliam's grin broadened considerably.

"So what do you say Darce, or shall I have to ask Bingley here?"

Darcy turned slightly and adjusted his choking cravat.

"I think..." Bingley began but was cut off by Darcy's choked out "Yes, she was ravishing." He turned again to the window. "But there are other more important recommendations for a wife than her beauty."

Bingley and Colonel Fitzwilliam looked at each other in astonishment. Not even Bingley had thought that Darcy was that keen.

'Oh this is just wonderful! It accounts for so much of his strange behaviour. Could part of his move to remove Bingley from Hertfordshire company be for himself?'

"Dinner is served, sir." The butler announced.

Darcy cleared his throat. "Yes, well. Gentleman, please let us remove to the table." He ushered them out.

Chapter Three: A Revealing Dinner

Posted on Sunday, 24 February 2002

Dinner was a tense affair. Darcy was berating himself for letting out his weakness for a certain individual. 'Not to mention intimating that I had actually thought of her in terms of matrimony! Darcy you are a fool.'

Bingley and the Colonel chatted about mundane matters and the new play that was showing at the Theatre. Bingley seemed a little restrained in his manner. He desperately wanted to discuss Hertfordshire again, but Darcy didn't seem to have recovered from their last foray into that topic.

Colonel Fitzwilliam suffered from no such restraint, and soon brought the topic back to Netherfield.

Darcy looked up sharply at his cousin, accusing him with his dark, troubled eyes.

"Oh you do not have to talk about Netherfield, Darce. We all know your opinion on the matter. Beautiful, but not good enough for Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, owner of the extensive Pemberley!" the last was said in the Colonel's best imitation of Lady Catherine. Bingley's eyes were wide, and he was trying hard not to laugh.

Darcy looked blackly at the Colonel, reminding himself that he was a relative and punching people in your own home was never the conduct of a gentleman.

The Colonel only laughed. "Come Bingley, tell me more about Netherfield. The proportions of the room, the size of the chimney piece."

Bingley didn't need a second invitation and expounded the virtues of the building, the countryside and the neighbours. It was quite a one-sided conversation with Bingley speaking all the way through the courses and over brandy afterwards. Colonel Fitzwilliam was enjoying himself immensely. Bingley was an enthusiastic talker and was quite excited about his topic. Colonel Fitzwilliam leaned back in his chair and let Bingley's excitement wash over him while he stared at his silent cousin. Darcy was sitting there trying to stoically take the constant stream of "Hertfordshire this" and "Netherfield that". Colonel Fitzwilliam saw the glimpses of pain, longing and determination in Darcy's eyes whenever a certain family was mentioned. But these reactions were nothing compared with the way he reacted when Bingley was recounting a breakfast conversation that was had at Netherfield after Miss Elizabeth had walked to see to her sister.

"... 'I'm afraid Mr. Darcy that this adventure has rather affected your admiration for her fine eyes.'" Bingley was saying in his best Caroline imitation, "and then Colonel, Darcy knocked her flat with 'Not at all, they were brightened by the exercise' Ha Ha! Caroline went bright orange (to match her gown) and Louisa had to come to her rescue with a 'But Jane is a sweet girl.'" Bingley's own eyes had softened at any mention of the eldest Miss Bennet, but the Colonel, too absorbed in Miss Elizabeth and the effect on Darcy didn't notice Bingley's obvious attraction to Miss Jane Bennet.

Darcy, upon hearing this speech looked up stricken.

'Her eyes' both Colonel Fitzwilliam and Darcy thought at once. 'Her eyes! Eyes!! Yes that is what he was going to say instead of houses! Darcy, you are lost to bachelorhood.' Colonel Fitzwilliam nearly rubbed his hands in glee.

Darcy instead, rose up out of his chair and commented on the lateness of the hour. Bingley looked a bit guilty, but took the hint gracefully and took his leave saying that he would be around in the morning to start the trip to Rosings Park.

"Goodbye Colonel, it was a delightful evening. I shall look forward to speaking to you again soon." Bingley exclaimed going out.

"Yes, I'm sure you will delight in having such a listener to your ramblings!" Colonel Fitzwilliam said under his breath.

"I didn't know you had invited Bingley to accompany us Darcy?" Colonel Fitzwilliam asked as he organised his coat, hat and gloves.

"Well I had to leave London, and as you saw tonight, Bingley cannot be left pondering this Hertfordshire lady without me to distract him. Especially since..."

"Since what?!" The Colonel exclaimed

"Since she is currently residing in London with her Aunt! The possibility of a chance meeting is slim, but is possible nevertheless, and therefore I have determined that Bingley being out of London is the best possible way of ensuring they never meet."

"You mean she has come to London to chase after Bingley?" Colonel Fitzwilliam exclaimed in wonderment. "I did not realise that she was that calculating."

"No, I do not believe that the lady herself would have thought of it. I understand that this Aunt often extends invitations to her nieces to visit her in London. No, the lady is too modest to come chasing after Bingley. The mother however, the mother would stop at nothing I'm sure to secure such a catch for her daughter!"

Colonel Fitzwilliam laughed. "Mothers, either high or low, all are determined to secure a good match for their daughters. If they did not, would we worry that they did not care? Goodbye Darcy, tomorrow at 10." Was the Colonel's ending remark as he walked out the door.

Chapter Four: To Rosings We Shall Go

Posted on Sunday, 24 February 2002

The next morning everything was readied for their departure and they set off before midday. Caroline was slightly put out, partly because her brother was going to spend so long in Darcy's company and she would not have that pleasure and partly because she would have to stay with Louisa and Mr. Hurst. 'At least he is away from that country girl. And this extended companionship might make Darcy want to be a brother to Bingley always!' Caroline thought smugly. So she happily went off to plan her trousseau, knowing it would only be a matter of time before she could reign at Pemberley.

The talk in the carriage had been kept to a minimum due to Darcy still being quite close-mouthed. Bingley was feeling sorry for the pain he put his friend through yesterday and therefore determined to keep his sighs and his "Netherfields" to himself. The Colonel suffered no such compunction, although he did have a feeling that he should not push his cousin too far, especially when going to see an annoying relative. 'No, Darcy will have enough to deal with keeping Aunt Catherine off his back about a marriage to Anne.'

So they were all quite silent, and quite dull for most of the trip. Darcy's thoughts were very much on the conversation last night, especially the Colonel's closing remark. Could it be that he was being too strict on Mrs. Bennet? That her exuberance and obvious ploys were a result of her fondness for her daughters, which in itself is commendable? 'It doesn't matter now, since I will hopefully never see her or her daughters again.' He was also reflecting on the queer pain that thought gave to him.

So they continued on in silence, each one thinking of his own thoughts, until suddenly Bingley remembered a bit of news in the newspaper a month or so ago.

"I must say I am looking forward to this trip to Rosings Darcy" he started. Colonel Fitzwilliam looked up in amusement- it was obvious Bingley had never met Lady Catherine. Darcy's look conveyed this same thought.

"For Rosings Park reminds me of Mr. Collins and something about him in the paper about a month ago."

"Mr. Collins?!" Darcy exclaimed! "Oh dear, I had forgotten he was Aunt Catherine's clergyman."

The Colonel laughed, "Whatever is the matter with Mr. Collins?"

"Well," Bingley started, "he is a bit excessive in his praise of Lady Catherine."

"Indeed?" Colonel Fitzwilliam laughed.

"Bingley is being too polite. Mr. Collins is a snivelling toad, utterly repulsive and I suppose, therefore a suitable clergyman for Lady Catherine." Darcy finished with the first hint of a smile all day.

"Yes well, I don't know if I would be that harsh, but he was a bit hard to take" Bingley grinned. "Well, he is a cousin of the Bennet's in Hertfordshire and he was staying with them during the last few weeks of our stay. Caroline was telling me that she was sure Mr. Collins had come to get a wife from among his cousins (Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam's heads shot up at this. Darcy had already seen which cousin had Collins' preference) and she was right." Bingley smiled. "Won't it be fun to see some old acquaintances again?"

Darcy was waiting for the bad news. 'Not Elizabeth, please not!'

"Especially since she was such a nice acquaintance. We saw her quite regularly."

'Oh dear no!' Darcy was suffering, trying to imagine that lively, beautiful woman as Mrs. Collins, never to be Mrs. Darcy. 'NO! Now you've gone too far Darcy! You can wish she wasn't one man's wife without wishing she was yours'

Meanwhile Bingley was rambling on about happy times in Hertfordshire spent with these people.

Colonel Fitzwilliam finally asked the question that Darcy could not bring himself to.

"Yes Bingley, but who is, or was the lady that Collins married?"

Bingley looked up in surprise. "Oh sorry, I thought I had said, Miss Charlotte Lucas- the Bennet's good friend."

Darcy breathed again. 'Thank you' was his only thought while the carriage, and Bingley rambled on to Rosings Park.

Chapter Five: A Chilly Welcome

Posted on Sunday, 3 March 2002

"Mr. Darcy, Colonel Fitzwilliam, welcome!" Lady Catherine shouted from across the hallway. "Come sit down next to me in the drawing room and greet dear Anne."

Rolling their eyes at each other, Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam walked in to greet Aunt Catherine.

"Thank you Lady Catherine, but we must see to our luggage and our rooms. I would much rather freshening up before greeting you all properly."

Lady Catherine beamed at Darcy, sure that he wished to look his best when meeting Anne for the fir...

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