‘And why shouldn’t I?’ she asked when I berated her. ‘After he’s been so badly dealt with by you. Why shouldn’t he have what’s owing to him, and a little bit of fun besides?’
I had been going to allow her an hour in which to pack, but I changed my mind.
‘You will leave this house immediately,’ I said to her coldly. ‘I will send your boxes on.’
She seemed about to refuse, when one glance at my face told her it would be unwise. She muttered curses under her breath, but put on her cloak and bonnet, then gathering up her basket she left the house.
When my anger had cooled, I wrote to Wickham, Mrs Younge having given me his address, telling him that he must leave Ramsgate at once. Furthermore, I told him that if he ever attempted to see or speak to Georgiana again I would ruin him.
I am still angry as I write. That he could have done anything so underhand. That he could have used Georgiana in his schemes, his playmate of gentler times. …He is lost to all decency. I am almost tempted to expose him, but if I do so, Georgiana’s reputation will suffer. I must hope that his experiences in this matter will prevent him from ever doing anything like it again.
August
I have brought Georgiana back to London. She will stay with me until I can find a new companion for her. After the trouble with Mrs Younge, I am afraid to leave her, but I know it must be done. I cannot be always in London, and she cannot be always travelling with me. She must attend to her studies. However, I mean to make sure I am not deceived in a companion again. I will not only follow up references, I will visit former employers and satisfy myself as to their honesty, and the prospective companion’s suitability, before leaving Georgiana in her charge.
It is a comfort to me to know that as long as Georgiana is in London, she will have the protection of a faithful butler and housekeeper. They have been with the family for many years, and will soon alert me if anything is amiss. I do not mean to send Georgiana away from the city again, unless I can go with her.
‘I have discovered a lady who might suit Georgiana,’ said Colonel Fitzwilliam when he dined with me this evening.
As he is joined with me in Georgiana’s guardianship, I had told him what had happened in Ramsgate.
‘Who is she?’
‘A Mrs Annesley. She comes from a good family, and her time with my friends, the Hammonds, is coming to an end.’
‘Have you met her?’
‘Yes, on a number of occasions. I know the Hammonds have been very pleased with her.’
‘Then I will call on the Hammonds tomorrow and see what can be arranged.’
I called on the Hammonds and found Mrs Annesley to be a genteel, agreeable-looking woman who impressed me favourably with her breeding and her discourse. She will take up her position with Georgiana next week. I will remain in town for a few weeks to make sure she is as suitable as she appears, and then I intend to make several unexpected visits over the next few months to satisfy myself that everything is in order.
In the meantime, Georgiana’s school friend will be arriving soon. It will do her good to have some company of her own age.
Mrs Annesley arrived this morning. She and Georgiana have discovered a liking for each other and I think the relationship will prove to be a happy one. She is delighted to know that one of Georgiana’s school friends is to visit, and she has arranged a variety of outings for the girls. I hope this will complete Georgiana’s recovery from her affair with Wickham. I am persuaded that by Christmas she will have put the whole incident out of her mind.
Now that Georgiana is settled I feel confident about leaving her whenever Bingley has need of me. It is fortunate, for if I let him choose his own estate he will choose one with a flooding river, or rats, or an exorbitant rent. He will declare it capital and close with the agent before he has realized what he is about, and then he will ask me how he is to extricate himself from his predicament. It is far better that I help him to begin with, rather than having to rescue him at a later date.
I must confess I am looking forward to seeing him again. I am tired of London, and looking forward to a visit to the country.
September
I have had a letter from Bingley.
My dear Darcy,
I have found an estate in Hertfordshire that sounds just the thing. Well placed, so that I can travel to London when the mood takes me, or to the north of England to visit my family, and it is not too far from Pemberley so that I can visit you easily, too. The agent recommends it highly, but I know very little about this sort of thing and I would like your advice. Will you meet me there?
I left London today and met Bingley at Netherfield Park.
I had forgotten what good company he is; always ready to be pleased and always cheerful. After my difficult summer, it is good to be with him again.
‘Darcy! I knew I could rely on you. How was your summer? Not as trying as mine, I’ll wager.’
I said nothing, which he took to be an assent.
‘Caroline has been plaguing me these last three months, but now that I have found an estate I hope she will be satisfied.’
Bingley was, of course, delighted with everything he saw. He said how splendid it was and asked no sensible questions, but instead walked around with his hands behind his back as though he had lived there for the last twenty years. He was pleased with the situation and the principal rooms, and satisfied with what the agent, Mr Morris, said in its praise. He asked nothing about the chimneys, or the game, or the lake, or indeed anything at all.
‘Is it sound?’ I asked Mr Morris.
He assured me it was, but I inspected it carefully all the same.
‘Will it be easy to find servants in the neighbourhood?
My friend will be bringing some of his own, but he will need maids, gardeners and stable-hands from the local area.’
‘He will not find any difficulty in procuring them from Meryton.’
‘What do you think, Darcy?’ asked Bingley, when we had completed our tour.
‘The price is far too high.’
Mr Morris insisted it was fair, but he was soon brought to realize that it was excessive, and a far lower sum was settled on.
‘Upon my honour, Darcy, I would not like to try and stand against you when your mind is made up. Poor Mr Morris might as well have agreed with you straight away, and saved himself the effort of trying to argue with you!’ said Bingley, when he had closed with the agent.
He might laugh, but he will thank me for my care when he is well settled.
‘When do you mean to take possession?’ I asked him.
‘As soon as possible. Before Michaelmas, certainly.’
‘You should send some of your servants down before you, then they can make sure that the house is ready for your arrival.’
‘You think of everything! I will have them here by the end of next week.’
I was glad he had taken my advice. If not, he would have arrived at the same time as his servants, and then wondered why there was no dinner waiting for him.
‘Darcy, welcome to my estate!’ said Bingley when I joined him at Netherfield Park this afternoon. His sisters, Caroline and Louisa, were with him, as was Louisa’s husband, Mr Hurst. ‘The house, the neighbourhood, everything is exactly as I would wish it to be.’
‘The estate is well enough, but the neighbourhood is small, with very few families,’ I pointed out. ‘I warned you of it at the time.’
‘There are plenty of families,’ he said. ‘Enough for us to dine with, and what more do we want?’
‘Superior company?’ asked Caroline satirically. ‘Entertaining conversation?’
‘I am sure we will find plenty of it,’ said Bingley.
‘You should have let me help you choose the house,’ said Caroline.
‘I did not need your help, I had Darcy’s,’ said Bingley.
‘And a good thing, too. I was only saying to Louisa this morning that you could not have found a better one,’ said Caroline, smiling at me.
‘Upon my honour, I can think of no finer country than Hertfordshire,’ said Bingley.
He is delighted with the neighbourhood at the moment, but I think he will find it dull if he settles here for any length of time. It is unlikely, however. He is so capricious he will probably be off again in a month. I said as much to Caroline after dinner.
‘Very likely,’ she said. ‘Until then, we must be thankful we have each other’s company.’
This has been our first full day at Netherfield Park. Caroline has managed things well, and she was particularly pleased when I commented that no one would guess it was a rented house. She has had some trouble with the servants hired from the surrounding neighbourhood, but it is to her credit that the household is running smoothly.
The neighbourhood visits have begun. It is a bore, but it was only to be expected. Sir William and Lady Lucas called this morning. Bingley thought them very civil, on account of Sir William bowing every two minutes and mentioning that he had been presented at St James’s.
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