“The pub?” Mr. Daniels asked, taking the whiskey tumbler automatically as it was thrust into his hand.

Mr. Bennet answered, “The men of Meryton are gathering for an impromptu dinner and games. News of our guests has spread. Mr. Bingley especially has many friends in the neighborhood.”

Mr. Daniels paled. “I am not certain… that is I should stay with Mrs. Daniels and the girls.”

“Nonsense!” George airily waved the brandy toward the clutch of jabbering females. “All these women talking weddings and mothering? Lord, be merciful! We need to be surrounded by manly sweat, drunken cursing, and discourses on hunting and politics to remind us we are of the stronger sex for at least one night. Pity Colonel Fitzwilliam is not here to test my skill at darts.”

“Perhaps it is for the best, Dr. Darcy,” Mr. Bennet offered with a smile. “Humiliation at games of skill twice in a row may not be healthy for your ego.”

“My ego is towering enough to handle it, I assure you. Besides, the chessboard shall not sit idle for long, Mr. Bennet. Be wary. 'Pride cometh before the fall,' as the Good Book says.”

“Indeed,” Darcy said. “But does it not also ask, ‘Why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye, but perceivest not the beam that is in thine own eye?’”

George laughed heartily, pouring more whiskey into Darcy’s untouched glass by way of answer.

“Speaking of Colonel Fitzwilliam, have you heard from him, Darcy?” Bingley asked.

“Not for a couple of weeks,” Darcy answered, frowning into his glass.

“I still am in a state of shock that Colonel Fitzwilliam is now a married man,” Bingley said. “I do not know him as well as you, Darcy, but I have to say I thought bachelorhood had a firm grip upon him. The abruptness, his choice of wife, the whole matter took me so by surprise.”

“And many others, myself included!” George declared, features falling into a pitiable expression of mourning. “I am the lone bachelor in the crowd now. It is a tragedy.”

They all laughed, Mr. Bennet speaking with false placation, “Rest easy, Doctor. I am sure we can find you a nice lady somewhere.”

George gasped dramatically, hand clutching the vivid green silk swathing his bony chest. “Perish the thought! You wound me, sir!”

“I have an aunt, sir, who may be perfect for you.”

They collectively gaped at Mr. Daniels, not due to his statement, but due to the obvious teasing tone it was uttered in. Stunned silence fell for a heartbeat, Mr. Daniels’s face beginning to color, but the lull was broken by Dr. Darcy’s loud bray and a reverberating clap to the young man’s shoulder.

“Well done, Daniels! Well done! Here, have some more whiskey.”

“Married he may be, but it will be pleasant to see him again. It has been months. I hope he arrives soon.”

Darcy nodded at Bingley’s words, the frown intact. “I am a little concerned, but trust that they will arrive in time. Georgiana will not fail to attend Miss Kitty’s nuptials, so my wife assures me.”

“Elizabeth is correct, William,” George agreed. “The wedding is several days away. We have yet to see the groom even! In fact, I am betting they will all arrive together. At least then we will have more men to counteract the feminine twittering. This brings me to back to tonight. How are you at darts, Mr. Daniels?”

Meanwhile the women sat in a semicircle with Kitty in the middle. Lizzy poured tea and distributed tiny plates of cakes and fruit while the bride-to-be described her dress in minute detail. “A rosy pink with green ribbons and sash. Green is Randall’s favorite color,” she finished in a soft voice, her rosy cheeks dimpling.

Jane and Lizzy shared a glance. Even the serious, unromantic Mary found herself smiling tenderly as memories of her own nuptials and those heady days of blooming love were recalled. Each young woman glanced unconsciously toward the knot of laughing men by the liquor cabinet, eyes seeking out their spouses.

“Well, I was of the opinion that a regal silver or gold would be more fashionable,” Mrs. Bennet interrupted the sentimental fancies. “Green is so… ordinary. Who picks green as a favorite color?” She shook her head, reaching for a scone.

“I think it sounds lovely,” Mary said, patting Kitty’s hand. “In the end it does not matter what color the dress as long as the choice of husband is a wise one.” She nodded sagely. “Kitty has made an excellent match.”

“Indeed she has. Do not be distressed, Mama. Consider how wonderful it will be to have Kitty married! Then all your daughters will be safe and securely established elsewhere, and you can turn your attentions to other matters, having accomplished your primary task in life. Think what a joy that shall be!”

Mrs. Bennet’s face fell at Lizzy’s innocently uttered words. Jane nudged Lizzy’s knee, shaking her head ever so slightly with a stern look, but Lizzy merely shrugged.

Mary changed the subject. “Lizzy, I do hope Michael wakens soon. I cannot wait to see him. Does he still look more like you than Mr. Darcy?”

“His appearance is a melding of us both but mostly unique, I think. In temperament I fear he is me.”

“Strange how that happens,” Jane mused. “Alexander so incredibly resembles his father while Michael resembles neither. Ethan too is a melding of Charles and I, with some features that come from only God knows where.”

“Well, we know where he gets his red hair, to be sure!” Mrs. Bennet offered. “I never could figure such things as there seems to be no logic. Jane’s fair coloring has always been a mystery. Mr. Bennet was as dark haired as Mary before turning white, if you girls remember. I do not think there are any blondes in the family.”

“Deborah’s locks are sandy, although not as light as yours, Jane, but that could well be from my husband’s side of the family. Joshua’s mother is blonde.”

“And Claudia?” Jane asked. “Is her hair light? I could not tell with her bonnet on and did not wish to disturb her sleep.”

“Never disturb a sleeping baby!” Lizzy declared firmly.

“I daresay you would know that truth!” Jane teased.

“I am anxious to meet this tempestuous nephew of mine. You have me burning with curiosity. How does Mr. Darcy handle his personality?”

“William has enough experience dealing with me that it has been an easy transition,” Lizzy answered Mary with a tiny chuckle. “In fact he has far more patience than I, not that there is any shocking imparted truth in that statement. Patience is not a virtue I overwhelmingly possess whereas William is a walking example of the attribute. I have decided that God plans these matters carefully and with tremendous forethought, thankfully.”

“Yes, He does. To answer your question, Jane, Claudia is completely bald, I am afraid. She was born with a few wisps of light hair, but they fell out within a couple of weeks. Mrs. Daniels assures me that the same thing happened with all of her children and they now have lovely hair.”

“Ethan developed bald patches that were moderately unsightly. Caroline said he was piebald, which irritated Charles no end. Luckily his hair evened out and is now thick like his father’s. How are you feeling, Mary? Have you recovered completely?”

Jane spoke softly, treading too close to an area that elicited painful emotions, as her own recovery from the birth process was not balanced by the joy of holding an infant in her arms. Mary sympathized and squeezed her sister’s hand. “I am well, Jane, thank you. Claudia’s birth was easy. Now if I could lose some of this extra weight, I would be right as rain.”

“A bit of flesh on the bones after becoming a mother is proper,” Mrs. Bennet asserted. “A maternal appearance is expected! Men prefer their women rounded, I daresay. Why, Lizzy and Jane stay so thin it is a wonder Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley remain romantically interested at all.”

“Mama!” Jane blushed scarlet, eyes inadvertently darting to her husband.

Lizzy, however, after a furtive gaze toward her handsome spouse, retorted, “I thought learning ways to divert our husband’s romantic interests was one of your chief lessons, Mama. I seem to recall a wealth of wise education on the subject during our engagement, remember Jane? Not that any of it seems to be working, sadly.” She sighed dramatically. “You know how men can be, yes, Mama?”

Mrs. Bennet fluttered her handkerchief wildly, one hand grasping at the lace at her throat, “Oh, Lizzy! How you do try my nerves! Speaking of such things!” She stood abruptly, muttering as she retreated to the window.

“God may well strike you down, Elizabeth Darcy,” Jane whispered in a quavering voice. Mary too looked near to bursting into giggles. Lizzy just shrugged.

“Oh!” Mrs. Bennet exclaimed loudly, the whole room glancing toward her. “A fine carriage approaches! And two men on horseback!”

Kitty gasped, rising and dashing to join her mother. One squeal erupted before she pivoted and flew from the room.

“See, I told you they would all arrive together,” George declared calmly. “Should have taken wagers on the matter.”

“Any profit gained would have been lost tonight as I see one of the mounted men is Colonel Fitzwilliam,” Darcy grinned at his uncle. “Sure you still want to try your hand at darts?”

“Perhaps marital felicity has softened him as it has others whom shall remain unnamed.”

“Are you insinuating to have defeated Mr. Darcy in billiards?” Mr. Bennet asked in true surprise.

“Ha! He wishes!”

“Not as yet,” George spoke optimistically despite Darcy’s declaration, “but I have gotten close. And I hear that Major General Artois is prodigiously skilled at billiards, so Darcy may be in for a humbling experience this evening.”