Belinda Roberts - Mr. Darcy Goes Overboard: A Tale of Tide & Prejudice

At dinner, Lizzy looked radiant in cropped jeans and a smart pale blue-and-white Crew shirt. Civil enquiries poured in with regards to the patient who, by the ladies, was then soon forgotten, restoring Lizzy to her original dislike of them.

Bingley’s contrasting constant thoughts for Jane, however, endeared her still more to him, although even in her own mind, his attentions were verging on the excessive. “Do you think her right eye will recover to its former glory? Of course, I don’t mind, for her left eye is more than beautiful enough for one person, but I would not like her to be upset.” And “Oh how gracefully she walked previously—I do pray for her sake she will not develop a limp—although of course I should not mind, only mind for her sake.” And “Oh how she had the voice of an angel. Do you think she will be able to speak as sweetly as before? Of course I would not mind if she had no voice at all, as her angelic looks are enough for me, but it might inconvenience her.” And “What if her right arm should not mend? Would she be able to paint and draw and do embroidery as well as previously? Of course I would not mind; her left arm is quite delightful enough for me, but it might upset her to be so encumbered.” And so on and so forth until Lizzy barely knew which part of Jane’s body had not been discussed and wished for total recovery.

Mr Darcy said little but continued to observe, and Mr Hurst simply ate.

After dinner, Lizzy returned to Jane who, by blinking with her one visible eye, managed to indicate she was feeling a little better.

Downstairs, Cazza, Lulu, and Hattie amused themselves by discussing their horror at Lizzy’s cross-estuary swim.

“Why must she be frolicking about in the waves like that just because her sister had met with a slight misfortune? Her hair so untidy, so blowsy!”

“And her fingers and toes blue with cold. Quite blue!”

“All lost on me,” said Bingley. “I thought Lizzy looked remarkably well when she emerged from the sea this morning. Her blue extremities quite escaped my notice.”

“You observed it, Mr Darcy, I am sure, and I am afraid that this adventure has rather affected your admiration of her fine eyes.”

“Not at all,” he replied, “even through her mask I could see that they were brightened by the exercise.”

Cazza was brought to a momentary silence by this remark, but then continued, “Jane is a sweet girl, and I hope she will be married well. But with such parents and such low connections, I am afraid there is no chance of it.”

“No. And what is more, they are state educated. They have little hope.”

“State educated they may be, but grammar girls,” cried Bingley. “By my understanding, they are as bright as buttons!”

“That, dear Brother, is your understanding.”

At that moment, Lizzy re-entered the room.

“Ah, Lizzy! Do come and join us on our Wii,” said Cazza, leaping up. “We thought we would play polo. You are familiar with polo, I presume?”

“Sadly not. At our school, netball was the main sport. I was wing defence. No, I shall decline polo and would rather read.”

“Read!” cried Mr Hurst, astonished. “How could you prefer to read than play polo?”

“Lizzy is a great reader,” said Cazza. “She is insanely keen on reading, reading, reading, page after page after page, book after book after book, and has no pleasure in anything else.”

“That is not true! I—”

“I am sorry I have so pifflingly small a library,” interjected Bingley. “I am afraid I am not a great reader myself, so have only a few classics for you to peruse—Dahl, Potter, Blyton—the usual stuff.”

“I am sure you have a fine library aboard Pemberley , Darcy,” said Cazza. “Your father was a beast of a reader.”

“I do.”

“And tell me, will your sweet sister, Georgiana, be joining us soon? She must be much grown. GCSE’s I do believe. And such a bright girl—top of her class at a top public school. And what accomplishments—polo, of course, and she plays the pianoforte like a dream.”

The following day, Lizzy was horrified to see Mrs Bennet, Lydia, and Kitty landing at Small’s Cove and making their way up the cliff path to Netherpollock. Mrs Bennet was pleased to discover that Jane was not in any danger, and so had no wish for her to recover more quickly than necessary and wished instead to prolong her daughter’s stay.

Bingley, all smiles, invited his visitors to stay for morning coffee, an invitation Mrs Bennet accepted with alacrity.

“Do you have hot chocolate?” asked Lydia. “I was freezing to death on the boat. My fingers are like icebergs.”

“Of course! Hot chocolate it is,” Bingley replied, all generosity and geniality.

“And how do you like Salcombe, Mr Bingley?” enquired Mrs Bennet. “I do hope we will have the pleasure of your company down here for many a summer to come.”

“Oh it is the most splendid, delightful, splendid location!” enthused Bingley. “Why I could spend the rest of my days here!”

“And how about you, Mr Darcy?”

“I prefer my boat, which gives me the opportunity to move on.”

“Is the company not good enough for you here?”

“In a small town, the company is naturally less varied than in a larger.”

“I’ll have you know, Mr Darcy, that we keep a good range of company here—most variable and all with mannerisms! We picnic often, for instance, with Sir William Lucas—such a man of fashion! So careful and so concerned! He has always something on health-and-safety matters to say to everybody—That is my idea of good breeding; and those arrogant, bigheaded, supercilli… silly persons who fancy themselves superior and never open their mouths except to be rude and supercilli… silly… quite, quite mistake the matter!”

An embarrassed silence ensued until Lydia, remembering, reminded Mr Bingley of his promise to give a beach party.

“I am perfectly ready to keep my promise, and as soon as your dear sister has recovered, you may name the date, and the party will be set.”

Lydia and Kitty squeaked in delight, and to Lizzy’s relief, left with their mother before any more damage could be done.

The Bingley party had become particularly fond of The Ferry Inn, which lay on the waterside directly across the estuary from Netherpollock. Evening entertainment saw them take to the seas in Little Miss Splendid to cross the harbour and enjoy the real ale and other liquid refreshments available at this lively inn.

It meant leaving the invalid, Jane, still in traction on the other side of the waters, but they supplied her with a torch, and it was felt that if the pain worsened and that she was in mortal danger or in need of extra morphine, she could always signal across by flashing in Morse code.

Lizzy was amused to note on these occasions how outrageously Cazza would flirt with Darcy, complimenting him on his speed of texting (“I text rather slowly” came the reply), how masterfully he managed Little Miss Splendid ’s tiller (“No better than any other man before me”) and what fine taste he had in beers (“I assure you, selecting a pint of Marston’s Pedigree does not make me a connoisseur”).

Karaoke was always leapt upon as a great diversion, and Cazza, Lulu, and Hattie delighted the locals in a bawdy rendition of “Je t’aime”, but Lizzy could not be prevailed upon. Darcy tried to encourage her to join in some arm wrestling, but she was not to be drawn. However, her sweet and fun-loving nature was having an effect. Darcy was bewitched.

Frantic Morse coding from across the bay went unnoticed at The Ferry Inn until the group was departing and became aware of a flashing light. On landing on Small’s Cove, Lizzy leapt out of Little Miss Splendid and hurried up the cliff path to Jane’s room, whereupon she found her sister had fallen out of bed and had become entangled in the traction equipment.

“I am sorry,” said Jane, gasping through a web of bandages that had come loose. “I was merely trying to get to the window to send a Morse code message, as I was ravaged with pain. Oh!”

It was only now that Lizzy realised the folly of their plan: Jane’s torch could not be shone through the window at the correct angle to be seen at The Ferry Inn if she was lying in her bed. It was an unfortunate mistake. As Lizzy was pondering the error, Cazza, Lulu, and Hattie popped their heads round the door and claimed delight that Jane seemed to be recovering so speedily, then dashed downstairs to watch reality TV. Lizzy remained to heave Jane back into bed, retie her bandages—including strapping up the broken jaw, which as a consequence left her dear sister unable to speak again—and resetting the traction before descending to the drawing room, by which time the news had come on, and Cazza, yawning, suggested she and Lizzy take a turn on the treadmills.

“I assure you it is very refreshing after sitting so long in one attitude.”

Lizzy accepted happily, and the young ladies started jogging two kilometers at a speed of 11.5. Darcy looked up at the spectacle, and Cazza immediately asked him to join them.

“Try the rowing machine, Darcy. You have the perfect physique for rowing.”

Darcy declined and spent the rest of the evening exercising his vision in a most pleasing fashion.

The next day, despite Mrs Bennet’s protestations, the elder Bennet girls decided the time had come to return to 3 Island Street, and Angelica was sent for. Jane was stretchered down the steep cliff path, swaddled in bandages, and deposited in the loyal inflatable. Lizzy waved good-bye to the Netherpollock party with relief, and Jane blinked repeatedly in gratitude, leaving the two young men, Bingley and Darcy, on the beach, feeling deflated by the departure of their recent acquaintances. Bingley remained on the sands, waving until Angelica and its precious cargo was out of sight; Darcy muttered an expletive and turned to walk at a fearsome pace across rugged cliff paths, determined to beat out unwelcome passions.