“You have my approval, Mr. Darcy, because in these past few weeks, while you tended to your family’s affairs, I have been a witness to Lizzy’s unhappiness when deprived of your company.”

“I experienced the same thing, sir.”

“But I do have one reservation. You have been coming to Longbourn for the past six months, and each time you visited, my wife was convinced that you would ask our daughter to marry you. Instead, you departed, only to return a few weeks later, and the scene would be repeated. Something kept you from making Lizzy an offer. I would like to know what it was.”

“I can easily understand how mystifying my coming and going must have been to you and Mrs. Bennet. So I shall explain as best I can. I had a recurring family situation that demanded my presence. That situation has been resolved—permanently. I cannot say anything else as it would be an embarrassment to the parties involved. If it were not for that, I would have proposed much sooner. I know that Lizzy has suffered as a result of my erratic attendance upon her, but I can assure you that she has suffered no more than I have.”

Before saying anything further, Mr. Bennet mulled over Mr. Darcy’s explanation, and after seeing the sincerity in the man’s face, he said, “I find your answer to be satisfactory, and I will not pry into your private affairs.” Even so, Mr. Bennet suspected the reason for his frequent absences might be that Mr. Darcy had a natural child hidden somewhere in the country. It would certainly not make him unique among the gentry. But how would such a situation be permanently resolved? It was all so puzzling, but knowing his daughter to be an excellent judge of character, he decided that since she had consented to the man’s offer of marriage, surely she had deemed him to be a worthy partner.

“Thank you, sir. As for the marriage contract, I am to go to town shortly, and I will meet with my solicitor at that time. I can assure you that I will be generous and that you will be satisfied with the terms.”

“I have no doubt of it, sir. So when is the happy day?”

“December 24th,” Darcy answered, grateful that Mr. Bennet had not pressed him for the reason for his absences. “We are to see the vicar this afternoon.”

“My goodness! That is just three weeks from now. Will you not have a courtship?”

“To my mind, the purpose of a courtship is for the couple to get to know each other better so that they will be sure that it is a good match for both. There is no question of our being well suited to each other, and I know that Elizabeth would agree with that statement. Thus, there is no reason to delay the marriage. We shall have a simple wedding and a breakfast with the family, but we will return in the spring and have a reception for all our family and friends.”

“It seems that the matter was decided before I walked in the door, and since there is nothing left for me to say, I wish you joy. I do not know you well, Mr. Darcy, but I can take the measure of a man. Although you can be a snob,” he said with a chuckle, “you are a decent man, and I believe you will take care of my little girl. I could not have parted with her to anyone less worthy.” After shaking Mr. Darcy’s hand, he concluded by saying, “That was the easy part. Now, we must go and share the good news with Mrs. Bennet.”

*   *   *

The house erupted in a joyous celebration. Kitty came out of hiding, and Mary put down her book. Every time Mr. Darcy looked at Elizabeth, he was smiling, even when he was talking to his future mother-in-law. However, it was necessary to leave this merry scene as there were things to do.

During the short walk to the church for their visit with the vicar, Darcy mentioned that he would be leaving to go to town and then on into Kent. Lizzy was dumbfounded. Was he actually leaving her again? From the look on his betrothed’s face, he knew that he had better explain—and fast.

“I have to leave, Elizabeth. The next three weeks are going to be awful for me. Because everyone will know that we are engaged, they will all be watching our every move. I will be fortunate if I can hold your hand.”

“I am to be deprived of your company for three weeks because you cannot kiss me whenever it pleases you?”

“There are other reasons as well,” Darcy quickly added as he watched the muscles in her jaw clench. “I want to visit Anne. She writes that she is well, but I would like to see her nonetheless. I shall be taking Georgie with me because Aunt Catherine behaves better when my sister is in the room, and I shall need an ally when I tell my aunt that we are to marry.”

Lizzy had to agree with that statement. While she was in Kent visiting Charlotte, nothing she said or did pleased the august personage of Lady Catherine de Bourgh. For someone as conscious of rank as she was, her nephew marrying a “nobody” could possibly end with her refusing to see him again. As much as she disliked the lady, she was the sister of Mr. Darcy’s mother.

“After I visit with my aunt and cousin, I will send Georgie back to you as I must go to Herefordshire. When I reprimanded Nell, I told her that because of her poor judgment if and when she chooses to marry her husband must be a werewolf. Since she is a member of my pack, I feel it is my responsibility to go to Herefordshire so that I might be in a position to recommend a prospective suitor. I can assure you that I do not want to do this, but as the alpha male, it is my responsibility.”

“That is fine. I have no objections.” Lizzy’s mood lightened immediately. In fact, she was smiling.

“You have no objections. Really?” Darcy found it difficult to believe that she could change her mind so quickly, but if she were angry, he would have sensed it. What accounted for the sudden change? “I am beginning to suspect that you will not miss me at all. You seem happy to have me gone.”

“Oh, I shall miss you. Be assured of that. But far be it from me to interfere with the affairs of the pack, and if you say it is necessary to find Nell a husband, I certainly shall not stop you.” And now Darcy understood.

Chapter 26

Because Mrs. Bennet lived life large, all Lizzy and Darcy’s plans for a modest-sized wedding went out the window the day after their engagement was announced. The bride’s mother did everything except hire the town crier to proclaim the couple’s betrothal. As a result, the wedding breakfast that was to be held for “family and a few friends” ended up including everyone from the village and those who lived on nearby farms and estates. With the size of the wedding growing exponentially, Darcy sent for Mr. Jackson and Mrs. Bradshaw. With plans for the reception left in their capable hands, Lizzy departed with Mr. Darcy and Georgiana to visit Aunt and Uncle Gardiner, and she would buy her wedding clothes and accessories in town.

Before leaving, Lizzy reminded her mother that although Lydia was welcome to come to her wedding, Wickham was not. When Mrs. Bennet started to protest, Lizzy cut off any further discussion by saying, “Mr. Darcy would be displeased.” Mama would never want to say or do anything that would “displease” a man who had ten thousand a year.

During the ride to London, Lizzy had another opportunity to see brother and sister interact, and it was quickly apparent that Georgiana considered her dear William to be her ideal for a man, and Darcy did not disagree with that assessment. He held himself to a high standard, and he expected no less from anyone who hoped to approach his sister when the season began in May. No mention was made of the difficulties involved in bringing someone into the family who would not be privy to Darcy’s unique situation.

It was already dark when the carriage arrived at the Gardiner townhouse. Darcy was disappointed that he would be unable to visit with the couple, not only because he enjoyed their company but also because he was grateful to them for bringing Elizabeth into Derbyshire. If not for that holiday to the Peak, it was unlikely that he would now be holding Elizabeth’s hand.

“Georgie, close your eyes,” Darcy told his sister.

“Why should I close my eyes?” When Darcy gave her a knowing look, she shut them tight. Even so, he put his hat in front of his face as he kissed Elizabeth good-bye. After he had assisted her out of the carriage, he whispered that he loved her and that he would see her in three weeks, and after that separation, nothing would keep them apart.

Aunt Gardiner was disappointed that Mr. Darcy and Miss Darcy could not visit. Little did she know that the next day she would have a member of the extended Darcy family sitting in her front parlor.

*   *   *

Mrs. Gardiner was enjoying her afternoon tea with her niece when her butler informed her that, “Antony, Lord Fitzwilliam, has presented his card and wishes to pay a call on you.” After taking the card from Rothwell’s hand, Aunt Gardiner took a quick glance at it before handing it to Elizabeth.

“His Lordship must have learned of your engagement to Mr. Darcy.”

“Good gracious! Lord Fitzwilliam has come to pay a call on me? But how did he know where to find me?” Lizzy asked as she continued to stare at his card. “I can’t imagine what I will say to him. Although I have never met him, I have certainly heard about him.”

Any reader of The Insider or any of the pamphlets and gossip sheets sold on the streets of London knew of Antony, Lord Fitzwilliam. He had been married to Lady Eleanor, the daughter of the second Earl of Henley, for about a dozen years, and had been estranged from his wife for nine of them. But according to the newspapers, he did not lack for companionship. He was known to have had numerous affairs with married ladies of the ton, and rumor had it that he was currently having a robust romance with Lady Hillary Donwell, whose husband, Colonel Adam Donwell, was in Nova Scotia. While the colonel was in service to the Crown, his wife was servicing Lord Fitzwilliam. What could Lizzy possibly say to a known seducer and reprobate?