Sir William and Lady Lucas’s joy at having an earl in their home could barely be contained. When Lady Lucas was excited, she always spoke too loudly and in a shrill voice, and while his wife was nearly shouting, Sir William was almost speechless, hemming and hawing and harrumphing his way through his introductions of Lord Fitzwilliam.

After acknowledging everyone’s bows, Antony asked to be directed to the bride and groom. Using his prerogative as a member of the nobility to always get his way, as soon as Lord Fitzwilliam made eye contact with Mr. Collins, he let him know that he must wait his turn as the earl would first speak to his wife.

“Mrs. Collins, my heartfelt congratulations, and may I add that you are absolutely glowing, bringing much-needed sunshine to a drab autumn day? I hope you do not mind me joining you on this the happiest of occasions. I was supposed to go to Netherfield, but when I learned there was a wedding in the village, I could not resist. My only regret is that I arrived too late to attend the ceremony and thereby serve as a witness to the exchange of vows.”

“It was a simple ceremony, milord,” Charlotte said, trying to hide a smile. The sight of this aristocratic dandy, in his green brocade jacket standing next to her husband in his parson’s attire, was too funny for words.

“When it comes to church services, Mrs. Collins, simple is good; short is even better. May I ask, did you cry? I did at my wedding. In fact, my brother had to keep handing me one handkerchief after another, and it did not stop with the ceremony. I cried all through the wedding breakfast and for a good many days after that.

“And this gentleman is now your husband,” he said, turning to Mr. Collins, who bowed so low that his hand brushed the tops of his shoes. “Mr. Collins, your reputation has preceded you. Lady Catherine de Bourgh has remarked on how diligently you tend to your flock. I know that same sense of obligation will have you spending all of your time talking with your guests, so I shall not detain you a moment longer. But, first, please allow me to introduce my daughters, Amelia and Sophia, and their traveling governess, Madame Konig.”

After overcoming the surprise of finding Lord Fitzwilliam attending the wedding festivities of her friend, Lizzy had to make a real effort not to laugh. The earl was as colorful as any of the ladies at the breakfast. His footwear, with their gold-thread stitching, jeweled buckles, and high heels, was as out of date as his attire, making him look like a courtier in the court of a newly crowned George III. But then Lizzy realized that this show had a purpose, and the gaudiness of his apparel was deliberate. She was convinced he had come to Lucas Lodge as a diversion, and when she looked at Mr. Darcy and he would not return her look, she knew she was right.

It was his little cousins, Emmy and Sophie, who saved Mr. Darcy from a stern rebuke. After bending down so that both girls could kiss him on his cheeks, Lizzy had heard him say: “When I last saw you, I thought it was not possible for you two to get any prettier. But I was wrong. Here stand before me two of the loveliest young ladies in the kingdom,” and the pair squealed with delight. The girls then introduced Madame Konig to Mr. Darcy, and Lizzy looked for his reaction to the woman he knew to be his cousin’s mistress.

“Madame Konig, I am pleased to meet you,” Darcy said, bowing, and he gently took her hand. Although Madame said nothing, her gratitude to Mr. Darcy of Pemberley for his recognition was evident on her face.

“Lizzy, the governess…” Jane said.

“Traveling governess,” Lizzy answered, correcting her sister.

Jane had to look away for fear of laughing out loud. “Is the traveling governess who I think she is?” After Lizzy nodded, she continued, “My goodness, even in her staid governess clothes, she is absolutely stunning. I think her eyes are actually violet.”

“Yes, I think so as well. But what I find so appealing about her is the way Lord Fitzwilliam’s daughters keep looking at her. They obviously are comfortable in her company, and, I suspect, quite fond of her as well.”

After mingling among the guests for several minutes, Lord Fitzwilliam finally made his way over to Lizzy, and after inquiring about Mrs. Gardiner and expressing regret for her absence, he asked to be introduced to her family.

“Milord, this is my eldest sister, Jane,” and after Jane had curtseyed, he took her hand and briefly kissed it. “Miss Bennet, while at Pemberley, I told Miss Elizabeth that if her sisters were half as lovely as she was, then your home must be aglow with all the beauty contained therein. Mr. Bingley is very fortunate indeed.”

Jane acknowledged the compliment in full blush. She had never met an earl before, and here he was holding her hand, with his mistress standing but a few feet away.

“And you are…?” he asked, looking at Kitty.

“Catherine Bennet, milord.”

“Catherine? Hmm? I think not. Catherine is too serious a name for someone with such an engaging smile. I would suspect you are known as Kate or Kitty to your friends.”

This compliment practically caused Kitty to swoon, and Mary nearly did when Lord Fitzwilliam took her hand in his and held it all the while he was addressing her. “Another beautiful Bennet sister. But you are different from your sisters. I see a look of intelligence in your eyes. You must own to it, Miss Mary. You cannot hide it from me. Beauty and intelligence in one lovely lady. How blest you are.”

Upon hearing the compliment, Lydia snorted, causing the earl to turn his attention to her. “The youngest Bennet sister, Miss Lydia, I presume? Have you come out into society, my dear?”

“Yes, milord, this past year.”

“You are very young to be out, only four or five years older than my Amelia, and because of your youth, I am sure you are eager to find that perfect gentleman, fall in love, and get married. Please allow me to caution you that such decisions should be delayed for a number of years until you are more mature. Marriage is forever, so be cautious. Forever is a very long time.”

Why was Lord Fitzwilliam talking to her like this, Lydia asked herself? He had said only nice things to everyone else. And what did he know anyway? He was hopelessly out of fashion, and his shoes were particularly ugly. As soon as the earl turned his attention to her mother, Lydia walked away.

“Ah, here we have yet another sister,” he said, taking Mrs. Bennet’s hand. Mrs. Bennet started giggling as if she were a young girl at her first dance, and when she informed the earl that she was the girls’ mother, he went on and on about Mr. Bennet taking a child bride. All the while Lord Fitzwilliam was complimenting his wife, Mr. Bennet was watching, and he saw, for the first time in years, the young woman he had married a quarter of a century ago. Because of Lydia’s unfortunate adventure, he had promised himself that he would take greater care of his daughters. He now broadened that promise to include his wife.

While Antony continued to enchant all the female guests, Lizzy went over to speak to Charlotte. “I cannot account for the earl’s presence, Charlotte, and I am very sorry he has come as he has drawn off all of the attention that should rightly be yours.”

“I am happy he has come. You know I do not like being the center of attention, so I can assure you that Lord Fitzwilliam’s arrival is welcome. Speaking of the devil,” Charlotte said, stepping away from Lizzy to make way for His Lordship.

“Miss Elizabeth, may I introduce you to my two little jewels, Sophie and Emmy.”

Lizzy was in complete agreement with Lord Fitzwilliam’s description of his daughters. Their dark hair, hanging in ringlets and tied with ribbons and bows, contrasted beautifully with their cornflower blue eyes. Both were wearing gorgeous dresses with frills aplenty.

“I am so pleased to meet you, Miss Amelia and Miss Sophia,” Lizzy said. “When your father and I were guests at Pemberley, he mentioned you at every opportunity, and you are as pretty as he claimed. But who is your friend?” Lizzy asked while looking at Madame Konig.

“This is our traveling governess, Madame Konig. Our real governess, Mrs. Hall, is on holiday, and Papa’s friend came with us. She tells us stories about living in Vienna,” Amelia, the elder of the two, said.

“My English is imperfect, Miss Bennet,” Madame Konig said with a slight lisp. “I am better in French, but I am happy to meets you.”

“Madame Konig, I am pleased to meet you as well,” but before Lizzy could engage her in conversation, Lord Fitzwilliam asked her what she thought of his entrance.

“With the exception of a royal procession, it was second to none, milord.”

“Then I have succeeded, as my purpose was to create a diversion, and the reason for the diversion is waiting for you in the study. From what I have heard of your past experience, I suggest you lock the door.” After bowing and smiling, he took his leave.

Looking around the room, Lizzy realized that Mr. Darcy was no longer present, and with all eyes on the earl, she backed her way out of the room and went in search of the master of Pemberley.

Chapter 51

While Lizzy waited for her eyes to adjust to the dim light of the study, Mr. Darcy came up from behind her and put his two arms around her waist and pulled her tightly against him.

“I shall not let you go until you say that you are not angry with me for Lord Fitzwilliam’s appearance, and before you say anything, you must know that he was supposed to go to Netherfield. I certainly did not know he would be traveling with an entourage.”