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Thursday’s Three Hundred: With the Colonel’s Help, Part 1

Welcome to a new story! I have the full first draft written — which I did in half chapter increments, and so that is how I intend to post it — in half-chapter pieces. :)  There are eleven chapters that at this moment, before I do any fiddling, contain just over 29,000 words in total. (So, obviously, most posts will be at least a thousand words or more.) This story is a Darcy and Elizabeth story, and shortly after it finishes posting, it will be removed from the blog and published.   Shall we begin?

Chapter 1A

The sun shone bright and warm on Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam as he stood before Rosings.  He turned and looked back in the direction from whence he had come.   The slow but persistent twisting of his stomach continued its work in making him feel very uneasy.  There was something not right in how Miss Elizabeth Bennet had responded to his information regarding his cousin, Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy.

He took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair.  He had said it as a promotion of his cousin — a viable example of the caring sort of friend Darcy was.  However, he had the distinct impression that his comments had in fact done just the opposite of his intention.

He paced toward the side of the house, thumping his walking stick in a very intentional fashion on the ground.  He had just lifted the stick to give the ground another resounding thud when the path of what must be done became clear.  He beat one last note on the earth and then with a twirl, tucked the stick under his arm and hurried to the house.

“Darcy, we need to talk.”  He deposited his outerwear with a footman and taking his cousin, who fortunately was in the passage, by the arm, nearly dragged the poor fellow down the hall and into the billiards room.

Closing the door behind him, Richard placed himself between it and his cousin.  It was time to have a discussion that was well past due. However, he knew it was a discussion in which his reserved cousin would not be an eager participant, and that, coupled with the man-handling Darcy had just received, would likely cause his cousin to seek escape.  But escape was not an option.

“What are your intentions regarding Miss Bennet?” Richard began.

Darcy sucked in a quick breath.  How did Richard know he had intentions regarding Elizabeth?  He had not mentioned his thoughts to anyone, and he was not about to begin to share them now.  He folded his arms and tried to look nonchalantly annoyed.  “I know not of what you speak. I assure you I have no intentions in regards to Miss Bennet.”

Richard cocked a brow.  “No intentions?”  His tone was doubtful.  “Come, now, Darcy.  It is not like you to tell such falsehoods.”

Darcy swallowed.  “I speak the truth. I have no intentions toward Miss Bennet.”

Richard’s lips curled into a small smile.  “No intentions toward Miss Elizabeth Bennet?”  He was nearly certain that his cousin was playing a game of words. “Miss Elizabeth Bennet, the lady in whose presence you become a blundering fool and whose person your eye rarely leaves — you have no intentions towards her?”

Richard crossed his arms and leaned against the door.  “Might I remind you that you can answer my questions and do this the easy way; or I can call for some port, and we can do it the hard way. Either way, you know I will get my answers.  So, the question is, do you wish to have a headache tomorrow or not?”

Darcy eyed his cousin cautiously.  He knew that if Richard wanted information from him, Richard was going to get information from him—no matter how he had to obtain it.  Darcy had been on the receiving end of Richard’s persuasions to talk for years.  Lately, Richard’s tactic had been to fill his cousin with enough port to loosen Darcy’s tongue and leave him with some very unpleasant side effects the following day.

Richard’s gaze was unwavering as Darcy shifted from one foot to another and his jaw clenched and unclenched.  “Which will it be, Darcy?”

With an exasperated sigh, Darcy shook his head.  “Very well, I shall answer your questions. I have no desire to spend an entire trip to London in a closed carriage with you while feeling as if the carriage has run over me.”  He gave Richard a severe look.  “My answers go no further than us. Is that understood? If Aunt Catherine even thinks we are hinting at the things about which we are about to speak, things could become quite uncomfortable for many people — you and me foremost.”

Richard nodded his consent.  The seriousness of the situation magnifying in his mind as he realized his cousin was likely considering marrying Miss Elizabeth.  “I would not ask if I did not think the answer imperative.”

Darcy crossed to the window and stared out across the lawn toward the groves where he had spent so many walks at Elizabeth’s side.   He ran a hand through his hair.  “I like her, Richard.  I like her very much — in fact, I am quite certain I love her.”  He turned to look at his cousin and shook his head.  “But, it cannot be.  I must not love her.  She is not an acceptable choice,” his shoulders slumped, and he turned back to the window.  “However, I am also convinced that I will be utterly miserable without her.” 

Richard shook his head. The situation was indeed serious for he suspected that the lady who had stolen his cousin’s heart was little disposed to the same emotions written in Darcy’s posture and voice.  “I neither see why you must not love her, nor do I see how she is an unacceptable choice.”

He knew what Darcy’s reply would be, of course, but he also knew it was time to challenge the way in which his cousin thought. For if Darcy did not change his thinking, he would be as he claimed — miserable. That was not something Richard wished to see happen.  Darcy had endured enough heartache.

Darcy turned to face Richard again.  “You know what is expected of me when I marry.”

“You mean you are expected to marry Cousin Anne?”

Darcy shook his head. “I do not intend to marry Anne, nor does she intend to marry me.”  Disdain coloured his tone as he continued.  “Only Lady Catherine wishes for such an arrangement.”

He paced a circle around the billiard table.  “I had always hoped to find a lady among the ton who would fit the criteria of having wealth and position and whom I would be able to love.  However, I have been through several seasons and have found none.  Many have the pedigree, but none have captured my heart.” He stopped and stared past Richard to the door as he continued.  “And then..”

“You met Miss Bennet,” supplied Richard.

Darcy nodded slowly.  “She is enchanting.”  He smiled.  “But she has no connections and very little wealth.  I have turned these things over in my mind — day and night, truth be told — arguing the side of my heart and then the side of duty.  I have come to no acceptable answer.”

Richard’s voice softened as he saw the turmoil of such thoughts etched on his cousin’s face.  “You cannot reason away love.  Even you must be able to fathom that?”

He had left his position at the door and now stood close enough to Darcy to lay a hand on his cousin’s shoulder.  “You cannot give up a life of happiness out of a sense of duty.”

He moved away and began setting up the billiard table.  “Consider. Who will be affected?  Lady Catherine — she will not be happy unless you marry Anne, no matter what the lady’s pedigree.  My father — even if he does not approve at first, he would be hard pressed not to be charmed by Miss Bennet.”

“You have not met her family,” Darcy interrupted.  “Her oldest sister is just as well-bred as Miss Elizabeth, but her younger sisters are extremely silly and ill-mannered.  And her mother.” He closed his eyes and shook his head at his remembrance of that lady’s behaviour.  “Her mother, Richard, is always going on about things in the most inappropriate fashion.  Her father is intelligent and possesses a quick wit, but he is neglectful in his duties, and both his family and his estate suffer for it.  And then, she has an uncle who is a county solicitor and another who is involved in trade. How would connections such as these be thought of as anything but an affront to our family and a disadvantage to Georgiana’s prospects in the future?” He sighed deeply. “It is not just my happiness with which I have to be concerned.”

Richard’s tone was once again firm.  “And how happy will Georgiana be if she knows you have sacrificed your happiness for hers? She will be devastated.”  He held up a hand to stop Darcy’s rebuttal.  “No — do not tell me she will not be aware of your unhappiness.  She has already suspected something is not right with you.  She has told me so in her letters, and she thinks it is her fault.”

Richard looked at Darcy levelly.  “If you do not follow your heart, you will seriously damage hers, and I think you know that.  For once, Darcy, put duty second and do something for yourself.  It will not make you a lesser man. In fact, if Miss Bennet is involved, I would wager it would make you a better man.  She is suited to you like no other, Darcy.  She will be the making of you, I know it.”

Darcy narrowed his eyes, took up his cue, and studied the table.

Richard waited patiently. He knew his cousin was not just studying a shot.  Darcy’s mind was weighing what Richard had told him, but the agitation of that mind needed to be released in movement so that clarity could be achieved.

Darcy took his shot and circled the table once more.  “You are likely right.”

Richard bit back a smile at Darcy’s unwilling admission.

“I could not put Georgie in that position,” Darcy continued.  “She would never forgive herself.  There is but one choice, and, as foreign as this sounds and feels, I must put duty second.”

Richard did not attempt to hide his smile at his befuddled cousin’s countenance.  “While I am happy you have finally come to the right conclusion, I must now move on to why I  asked for such a confession in the first place.”  Richard shifted uneasily.  “In my desire to help you appear in the best light to Miss Bennet’s eyes, I may  have put my foot in it.”

Darcy sagged and closed his eyes as he shook his head.  While Darcy was uneasy and rather silent in the presence of ladies such as Elizabeth, Richard was often quite the opposite.  “What did you say to her?”

Richard took the cue from Darcy’s hand. “It would be best if we sat for this and that you were not armed.”

Darcy raised a wary brow but took a seat as Richard had suggested.

“I met Miss Bennet today while touring the park.” Richard lay Darcy’s cue on the table.  “We walked and talked for some time, and from what I gathered from her comments, you have not made a favourable impression on her. ”

He came to take the chair next to Darcy.  “I might like to know what you did or said when in Hertfordshire to so sour her impression of you, but I suppose that can be delved into later.”

“The point, Richard,” Darcy said in exasperation.

Richard grimaced.  “The point is I wanted to leave her with some positive note regarding your character, and so, I chose to tell her about your loyalty to your friends.”

Darcy’s brows furrowed. That did not sound so dire.

“I may have told her about how you helped Bingley avoid an imprudent match.”

Darcy’s eyes widened, and Richard hurried on with his explanation.

“She did not approve of the interference. She thought it was rather high-handed of you to decide such a thing for your friend.  And then she became a bit withdrawn and quiet, claiming a headache from fatigue as the reason.  She was not fatigued.  It was apparent that what I said had distressed her greatly.  Her sister, who has been in town — the one she asked if you had seen — is Bingley’s angel, is she not?”

Darcy held his head in his hands.  His chest constricted, and he drew a painful breath.  “Yes,” was all the reply he was able to make.

“Why did you separate them?”

Darcy shook his head.  “Bingley would do better to establish himself with a lady of higher connections, but I would not have denied him his heart had I not suspected that Miss Bennet — Miss Jane Bennet — was indifferent to him.  I did not wish to see him hurt. ”  He scrubbed his face.  “So I have lost…” he could not finish his thought.  He could not admit that in separating his friend from Jane, he had separated himself from his only chance at happiness.

“You have not lost.”  Richard grasped Darcy’s shoulder.  “I am sorry I said anything to Miss Bennet, but I truly was doing it as a service to you, not as a disservice — as it turns out to have been.  But you have not lost,” Richard repeated.  “As my father always says, ‘what is done is done; now how are you going to fix it?'”

Darcy chuckled at Richard’s imitation of Lord Matlock’s voice.  “I suppose I shall have to speak to her about this and find out what her sister’s feelings were.  If I was wrong in my estimation, then I shall speak to Bingley. If her sister has felt half the unease and regret I have felt just in trying to give up Elizabeth, I have wronged her most grievously.”

“That is a beginning.  However, I do not think your troubles end there.  As I said before, she did not seem to hold you in high esteem.  I dare say she finds you arrogant.  And you do tend to appear so — your reserve does you no favours.”

Darcy knew it to be true.  “I was constantly in Miss Bingley’s presence.”

Richard groaned.  “An understandable reason for being less civil than is your normal wont.”

Darcy nodded.  “She was insufferable.”

Richard chuckled. “When is she not?”

“True.”

“Besides your off-putting countenance and Miss Bingley, are there any other reasons why Miss Bennet might have a dislike for you?”

Darcy expelled a deep sigh as he nodded slowly.  “Remember Wickham?”

~*~*~

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Leenie Brown fell in love with Jane Austen's works when she first read Sense and Sensibility followed immediately by Pride and Prejudice in her early teens. As the second of five daughters and an avid reader, she has always loved to see where her imagination takes her and to play with and write about the characters she meets along the way. In 2013, these two loves collided when she stumbled upon the world of Jane Austen Fan Fiction. A year later, in 2014, she began writing her own Austen-inspired stories and began publishing them in 2015. Leenie lives in Nova Scotia, Canada with her two teenage boys and her very own Mr. Brown (a wonderful mix of all the best of Darcy, Bingley and Edmund with healthy dose of the teasing Mr. Tillney and just a dash of the scolding Mr. Knightley).

19 thoughts on “Thursday’s Three Hundred: With the Colonel’s Help, Part 1”

    1. Colonel Fitzwilliam is central to this plot so he will be there from start to finish — not always in every scene and not as a romantic hero but really as the true hero of ODC’s love story. That is why he is mentioned in the title — he is that important :)

  1. No matter how many versions of P&P I read, I always love the ones the Colonel features in the most. He may very well be overtaking Darcy as my favorite man in the Austen universe. He is clever, charming, amusing, and a rascal. He is the best kind of friend for anyone, being loyal and loving. Who could not love a man like that?! I always find myself wishing he had found someone to love. He deserves a very special lady and I hope he finds one. I have seen hm paired with. Charlotte, Anne, and various Bennet sisters, but I would like one where he finds someone we don’t know. I don’t want much, do I?!

    1. I, too, enjoy a good Colonel Fitzwilliam story, and I do enjoy writing his character in various forms. He will be a very loyal and loving “brother” in this story — willing to do whatever needs to be done to see his cousin and Miss Elizabeth happy. He doesn’t get a girl in this story, though.

      I have written him matched with Anne, Charlotte, Kitty, and Mary Ellen Dobney so far. There is a story that has been hanging out in my you should write this file where the colonel from Oxford Cottage finally gets his girl — Harriet. (I really should write that some time)

  2. So the Colonel has realised his error and is trying to make amends for it. Well I think a good start would be for him to meet Elizabeth and casually drop Wickham’s name into the conversation along with the tale of his faults. She might be more likely to listen to and believe him, then if Darcy can somehow sort out the Bingley problem all may be plain sailing???? Yes well somehow I don’t suppose it is going to be that easy. I look forward to more.

    1. You know, it is going to appear to be that easy for the first portion of this story. Wickham’s deceit will show up early on. Darcy will smooth over the Bingley thing. And then — well, like you said, it can’t be that easy, right? :)

  3. Fortunately, the colonel will come to Darcy’s aid. This is the best conversation that they have ever had. I like the take charge approach of the colonel and how he convinces Darcy that he needs to show his true colors.

    1. The colonel will always come to Darcy’s aid in this story, at least. :) I’m glad you enjoyed this portion of their conversation — there is still a bit more of it to go next Thursday as they plan their “attack.”

  4. You are a cruel woman ! Give me just enough the pull it sassy!
    This is quite a beginning! I will be waiting , impatiently, for the next installment!

  5. Yippee! I always get excited whenever I start to read another story by the Incomparable Leenie B! I already love the Colonel, so even if he has made a muddle of things, he holds a warm spot in my heart.

    1. Oh, my, you made me giggle — incomparable…teehee. The colonel is just lovely in this story, IMO (even if he is not the romantic lead — he’s just a very nice guy)

  6. Wonderful start. I love it when the colonel makes Darcy see reasons beyond “duty”. Now Wickham’s character needs to be addressed after Bingley’s reunited with Jane. Can’t wait for your next chapter. So glad when you publish these stories, then I can buy the book and re-read the story in one sitting. I get impatient waiting to find out what happens next. All I know is Darcy’s got a long haul ahead of him.

    1. Oh, that is lovely to know that I am not the only one rereading these stories :)

      It is actually going to go Wickham first, then Wickham again, and then finally Bingley. 😉

    1. I love writing a sweet Colonel Fitz. And this one is a sweet one — the way he cares for his cousin is touching! (at least I think so — and then how he speaks to Maria at one point — I like Col. Fitz 😉 )

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