Beginning,

Chapter 1

Posted on Friday, 22 February 2008

Deep down she hadn’t truly wanted to be there. There was a new book that her uncle had acquired for her that she was most anxious to read. It was a new author who had a very new style of writing, and she wanted to know how they differed from other authors. As she sat in the coach on the way to the ball, however, she knew that she would not have won the battle.

She had been just presented into London society. Her mother never would have forgiven her if she had not gone to the ball with her sister and aunt and uncle. She would never hear the end of it. She gave out a light sigh which caused her sister to look over at her. She only smiled comfortingly with an expression that read “I shall manage.” Her sister went back to speaking with their aunt and uncle.

Dear Jane. She was such a kind and caring creature. She never questioned her younger sister’s emotions. They were always so close, and both parties hoped to remain as such. She was always thinking of others above herself, and she never had a cross word for anyone. It was then that her aunt addressed the daydreaming girl.

“Lizzy, did you enjoy the last ball we attended?” Mrs. Gardiner asked her niece.

“I did aunt,” Elizabeth replied with a small smile. “Indeed, the men of London are far more obliging than I had expected them to be.”

Mrs. Gardiner returned her niece’s smile and went back to conversing with Jane, leaving Elizabeth to her thoughts.

It was strange being out in society. Having men pay attentions to her made her feel uncomfortable. Then again, meeting strangers always did. She never knew if they knew her secret or not. The only people to know were herself and her father. No one else knew, and she hoped that no one else found out. She didn’t want attention or anything remotely close to it. She liked her quiet life in Hertfordshire, and she didn’t want that to change. That was one of the reasons she didn’t like being out in society. Being out in society meant that she was ready to take on the role of wife to a man. Well, Elizabeth wasn’t quite ready
for that. She still liked being the free-spirited, strong-headed, opinionated Elizabeth Bennet. She didn’t want to have to succumb to a man just yet.

And certainly not to a man she did not love or respect. She could never marry a man she did not love. She had observed her parents marriage from an early age. She knew that her parents were not happy in their marriage, and she did not want that. Her father had always told her to only marry for love or a great respect. Never make his mistake. Elizabeth would not.

She sat silent for the rest of the carriage ride, content in her musings. Thinking about love and marriage made her think of her mother again. Mrs.
Bennet had been wailing for Jane to pay attentions to their neighbor, Lord Ashby, who had come to the neighborhood in the early spring. He didn’t seem generally interested in Jane, but he had become rather well acquainted with their father. Mr. Bennet always saw Lord Johnathon Ashby as a respectable man whom he would not oppose to getting to know better.

As Elizabeth’s thoughts ran on, the carriage came to a stop. She was handed out by her uncle and, walking behind her aunt and uncle and beside Jane, she followed the party into the London Assembly Hall.

This was the last thing he wanted. He did not want to go to the ball. He wanted to stay home and read the latest novel published by E.B. Anne. She was his favorite author by far. She wrote her novels with such emotion and depth. He had always wished deeply to write as she had been able to. He wanted to know about the female author. He wanted to know what she was like. The one thing he knew about her was this: E.B. Anne was not her Christian name. There were hints all over her novels about false identities and untrue names. Only a great studier of literature would have been able to acquire and understand those hints. He prided himself on having found it out.

He was alone on this night. His sister was far too young to be out in society, and his father was never in a mood to attend parties anymore. When the invitation came up, he couldn’t say no, but he would not attend himself. He sent his son instead. So now here he was in the carriage on the way to a ball which would more than likely prove to be the same as every ball before that.

The amount of his fortune was well known throughout London society. Too well known, in his opinion. He always had mothers of ladies of the ton scheming to get him to marry their daughters. He had tried to fend them off since he had become eligible. Well, not anymore. No doubt they would still try it, of course. He knew that they would never relent in their advances on him. He sighed, knowing

that he would always be an object of prey, and also knowing that his sister was likely to fall to the same fate.

Poor Georgiana. She was still so innocent in the ways of the world. Being only ten years of age, he didn’t expect much else. He just hoped that she would not always be so ignorant to the ways of the world. She would need to know that not everyone in the world was as kind as most of the people of their acquaintance.

The carriage came to a halt in front of the assembly hall. He could hear the coachmen scramble to get to the door in a hurry. He sighed again. Why did everyone insist on treating him like he was royalty? When the door was open, his footman said, “St. James Court, Mr. Darcy.”

“Thank you Henry,” Darcy said as he exited the carriage. He looked up at the assembly hall. Within the walls that made up the exterior lay many women who would no doubt want him to dance with them and pay his attentions to them. He would not, however. He would thoroughly disappoint the whole of the ton and even those beneath it.

He walked in and was greeted by one of his acquaintances. He made excuses for his father, as he always did, and they would remark back, as they always did. Tonight the reply was, “Poor George just hasn’t been the same since his dear Anne died.” Darcy just bowed at the indecency of the comment and walked in. He did not see anyone else that he knew right away, so he decided to stand in a corner and observe the people around him.

He was only able to have three dances worth of contemplation time when his acquaintance Sir Gregory Kentworth joined him.

“Enjoying yourself, Darcy?” he asked.

“Very much so Sir Gregory,” Darcy lied. “And you? Are you enjoying yourself as well?”

“Yes, I daresay I am,” Sir Gregory replied. Sir Gregory was definitely not one of Darcy’s favorite acquaintances. He was a married man who took pleasure in dancing with young, unmarried women. Some times it went farther than dancing, but mostly Sir Gregory took delight in toying with the young ladies emotions. He would seem caring, kind, considerate, interested even. Then he would just cut off all acquaintance as quickly as he had struck it up. Darcy hoped that he would never have to introduce Georgiana to the man.

As Sir Gregory went on about…well whatever it was he was talking about, Darcy skimmed the room with his eyes to finish the observations he had started. Just as he was about to go back to listening to Sir Gregory talk, he saw her. She was across the room from him, and he couldn’t help but notice how absolutely beautiful she was. Her eyes met his gaze, and instead of turning away as he knew he should have, he did not. He locked her eyes with his, and he couldn’t help but noticed how absolutely intense they were. They had to be the finest eyes bestowed in the pretty face of a woman he had ever seen.

“Darcy?” Sir Gregory asked, snapping his companion back to reality. Darcy looked back to Sir Gregory. “Yes?” he replied.

Not distressed with the knowledge that his acquaintance had not been listening to him, Sir Gregory asked, “Who is it that seems to have captured your attention so blatantly?”

“No one of my acquaintance,” Darcy admitted. “The party over yonder.”

Sir Gregory glance over at the group Darcy had motioned to. “Ah, that is the Gardiners and two of their nieces. Shall I introduce you?”

Darcy looked at his companion with shock. He had not expected to be thrust into the company of the woman who had instantly captivated him. “Uh…I…if it would not trouble you, Sir Gregory.”

“No trouble at all I assure you,” Sir Gregory said as he motioned for the Gardiners to join them. They began to walk over along with their two nieces.

Those eyes. She couldn’t stop thinking about those eyes. They had pierced right through her. She couldn’t believe how much he had said with his eyes. So many words were portrayed, yet she couldn’t remember a single one. He just stared at her, and he didn’t look away. He intrigued her like no one else ever had. When his head tore back to the person next to him, she blushed a little and looked at the ground. The next thing she knew she was following her aunt and uncle over towards him.

“Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner,” a man said pleasantly once they had come into the two men’s company. “May I present Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley in Derbyshire? Mr. Darcy, this is Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner.”

“It is a pleasure, Mr. Darcy,” Mr. Gardiner said. “My two nieces, Miss Jane and Elizabeth Bennet. Jane, Elizabeth, this is Sir Gregory Kentworth.”

“A pleasure to meet you both,” Jane said with a smile. She and Elizabeth both respectively bowed to the gentlemen. Mrs. Gardiner then struck up a conversation with Mr. Darcy.

“You are of the Darcys at Pemberley?” she asked.

“I am,” he replied.

“I spent all of my girlhood years in the village of Lambton in Derbyshire.”

“But that is not five miles from Pemberley!” Darcy exclaimed with a civil and coincidental smile.

“Indeed sir.”

“Have you been to Derbyshire recently?”

“No, not recently,” Mrs. Gardiner admitted. “I do hope, however, that my husband and I may be able to travel north to Derbyshire in a few years. As of now our own children are too young to be left without us.”

“I completely understand, madam,” Darcy said. He didn’t want to make small talk with these people, however civil and proper they seemed. All he wanted was to ask Miss Elizabeth to dance with him. Said young woman was making light conversation with Sir Gregory as was the rest of the party. Just then Elizabeth turned and joined their conversation. The three did not speak for very long before Mrs. Gardiner excused herself, in want of refreshment.

“Miss Elizabeth,” Darcy said finally gaining his courage now that they were speaking to themselves. “Would you do me the honor of dancing the next set with me?”

“It would be my pleasure,” she replied with a smile. Since the next set was due to start soon, Darcy offered his arm which she accepted and led her to the dance floor. They made leisurely talk as they danced and once the set had come to a finish they walked out of the assembly hall and took a stroll around the gardens in the back.

Chapter 2

Posted on Tuesday, 26 February 2008

Once they had made it outside, Elizabeth looked up at the sky and said, “The moon shines on us all in triumph, knowing it has played the game of hide and seek to the fullest, and only comes out at night to mock us all.”

Darcy smiled as did Elizabeth. His reply was, “You have read E.B. Anne.”

Elizabeth’s head shot over in his direction and she looked at him thoughtfully. “Why do you say that?”

“I have read all of E.B. Anne’s work,” he admitted. “I know her style anywhere and that just so happens to be one of my favorite lines from her first novel.”

Elizabeth smiled and blushed a little. “I am afraid you have found me out sir. I too have read all of her novels.”

“Do you hold a high regard for literature?” Darcy asked hopefully.

“I do, sir,” Elizabeth replied. “My father’s library holds many books and I have read nearly all of them. Shakespeare is one of my favorites.”

“One of mine as well, although my absolute favorite would have to be Byron.”

“I see that we are alike in tastes,” she said with a hint of a smile. “’Away with your fictions of flimsy romance, those tissues of falsehood which folly has wove! Give me the mild beam of the soul-binding glance, or the rapture which dwells on the first kiss of love.’”

He smiled and continued the poem, “’Ye rhymers, whose bosoms with phantasy glow, whose pastoral passions are made for the grove; from the blest inspirations your sonnets would flow, could you ever have tasted the first kiss of love!’”

“I would have to say that that poem is my particular favorite,” Elizabeth said with a smile.

“I cannot say I am particularly fond of it,” Darcy replied.

“Why is that, Mr. Darcy? What could be more passionate than writing of true love?”

“How can you write of what you know naught of?” Darcy asked. “How can Lord Byron write of true love when he has never experienced it himself? It is the very falsehood he is refuting.”

“Maybe he has loved. How can you say that he has not? How do you know?”

“It is easy to read between the lines,” Darcy answered. “He does not know what love is, only what he wishes for it to be.”

“Well then Mr. Darcy, we must agree to disagree.”

He chuckled a bit as they came into a grove in the gardens. She took a seat on a bench and he sat on the one opposite her. “Do you have any siblings other than Miss Jane?” Darcy asked.

“Three other sisters and no brothers,” Elizabeth replied. “Jane is my elder by a year, and then Mary is a year under me. Two years under her is Katherine, however we call her Kitty, and finally two years under her is Lydia, the youngest.”

“I cannot imagine having four siblings,” Darcy said. “Though I suppose there can scarce be moment when there is not some liveliness.”

“Indeed, sir you are correct. There is rare a dull moment to be had especially with the youngest so young and the two eldest just recently presented into society. Do you have any siblings, sir?”

“Just one sister. Georgiana is but 10 years old.”

“That is a vast age difference,” Elizabeth remarked. “Are you two very close or…forgive me. It is not my place to ask such a personal question.”

“It does not matter to me. Yes my sister and I are very close even given the twelve year difference in age. You are close to your sister Miss Jane, I think.”

“I am, Mr. Darcy,” Elizabeth replied.

They walked on in a content silence for a few moments before Darcy asked, “Are you a great lover of music, Miss Bennet?”

“I am,” she answered.

“Do you play and sing?”

She replied in the affirmative then added, “I should warn you, however, that I play very ill indeed. I have not taken much time to practice. Does your sister play and sing?”

“Yes,” Darcy answered. “Although she has only just begun. She has not yet mastered the skills, but she gets along very well.”

“One cannot expect a girl of Miss Darcy’s age to be perfect the first time she plays. I hope that she practices so that she may get better.”

“She does, Miss Bennet. Practicing for her is a treat, and it is indeed a delight to see how much she is improving.”

“You must be very proud of her,” Elizabeth said with a smile, knowing already that he was indeed proud of his sister.

“I am,” he replied. “Our mother died when Georgiana was very young, consequently, Georgiana does not remember her. I have tried to be the best brother to her to make up for it.”

“You are of the right frame of mind; however nothing can make up for the loss of a mother.”

“I know,” he admitted.

“I am sorry,” she added, condoling for his loss.

“It was years ago. It is the past. I thank you, however.”

She nodded, noting that this was still a fresh topic for him, no matter how long ago his mother’s death occurred. Also noting that a change of conversation was in order, Elizabeth said, “Do you often stay in London, Mr. Darcy?”

“Unfortunately yes,” Darcy replied. “I much prefer it at Pemberley, but my father cannot manage to stay up there any longer than the summer months. He is still grieving over the loss of my mother. We stay in our townhouse on Grovesnor Square for the majority of the year.”

She nodded her head in understanding and he said, “And you, Miss Bennet? Do you reside in London as well?”

“No,” she replied. “My sister Jane and I are just visiting our aunt and Uncle Gardiner for my being presented into society. We reside at Longbourn in Hertfordshire.”

“Are you fond of the countryside? Or do you prefer town?”

“I fear I will always prefer the countryside. What is town compared to rocks and mountains and the untamed beauty of the wilderness?”

“On that, Miss Bennet, we also agree. I know not of a county so beautiful as Derbyshire. Perhaps I shall have to visit your Hertfordshire sometime to see if my opinion still stands as such.”

He gave her a smile which she returned. It was then that they heard the call for the last dance being announced. He offered his arm and requested her hand for the dances, and she gladly accepted. They walked back into the assembly hall and danced the final dance of the evening. When they had finished, Darcy bestowed an unseen kiss upon her hand and disappeared into the crowd.

Elizabeth was instantly smitten.

He could not remember a more enjoyable evening. Upon his return he was in a very pleasant mood. This was the first time he had gone to St. James’ and returned with a smile.

Actually it was the first time he had gone anywhere and returned with a smile. His father pretended not to notice. Maybe he was just smug that for once he hadn’t gotten bombarded with ladies who wished to dance with him. George recalled his first season of London when he did not have the women all around him. What a pleasant evening that had been indeed…

The following day, Georgiana reminded her brother of the shopping trip they had planned for the day. Darcy said he had not forgotten, and they left the house shortly after breakfast. As they walked the streets of London, Darcy found himself remembering the previous night and how enjoyable it had been with Miss Elizabeth. Just then he saw the subject of his reverie in a shop window across the street from their present position.

“There is the ribbon shop, brother,” Georgiana said pointing to the shop that he had seen Elizabeth in. He smiled a bit as he led his sister across the street and into the shop. He pretended to be occupied with ribbons whilst his sister went to question the shop owner about his selection.

Just then the lady had been occupying his thoughts came barreling right into him. “Oh my!” she cried as she collected herself from her embarrassment. “Please, sir, allow me to apologize. I was not paying attention to where I was going.”

“It is quite alright Miss Elizabeth,” Darcy said with a smile. “I am come to know harm.”

“Mr. Darcy!” she cried surprised. “Goodness, I am indeed deeply sorry sir. Had I known it was you, I assure you I would have taken better care to avoid colliding into you.”

“As I have said, I am come to know harm. Are you alright?”

“I am well, thank you.” She blushed at his smile and it was then she realized that her sister and aunt had joined her. “Mr. Darcy, you remember my sister Jane and my aunt Mrs. Gardiner from last night.”

“Indeed,” Darcy said politely as he bowed respectfully. Just then his sister came and joined them as well. “Georgiana, might I introduce Miss Jane and Elizabeth Bennet, and their aunt Mrs. Gardiner. Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth, Mrs. Gardiner, my sister Miss Georgiana.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Darcy,” Mrs. Gardiner said as the four women bowed to each other. They reached a breech in the conversation so Elizabeth said, “Have you long been in London Miss Darcy?”

“I arrived earlier this month,” Georgiana said shyly. “I came with my brother and father. Do you live in London, Miss Elizabeth?”

“No, I do not,” Elizabeth answered. “My sister and I reside north in Hertfordshire.”

Again they went silent. This time it was Darcy who started a new topic. “Did you all enjoy yourselves at the ball last evening?” he asked the Bennets and their aunt.

“It was a very agreeable evening,” Jane said. “Did you enjoy yourself as well, Mr. Darcy?”

“I did,” he replied as he stole a glance at Elizabeth who looked down so he would not catch her blushing. After a few more moments of polite conversation, it was decided that the party would finish shopping together and then they would all dine at the Darcy townhouse later in the day. At luncheon the party separated to ready themselves before they would see each other again for dinner. Darcy would need to inform his father and the staff of their guests.

That evening Darcy waited anxiously for the Bennets and Gardiners to arrive. When he saw their carriage pull up it took all of his strength to not rush out and greet them. He walked at a quick pace, however to reach the drawing room where his father and sister were. The Darcys rose when their guests were announced and introductions were made.

“We are much honored to be here, Mr. Darcy,” Mr. Gardiner said. George just smiled falsely at them and replied, “Well when both my son and daughter told me of a family they became acquainted with where there was not an ill word to describe them, I knew I could never pass up the opportunity to meet them.”

The Gardiners blushed at the compliment, but Darcy looked at the ground ashamedly. He knew better. He knew his father was angry that he had to entertain guests. It only worsened because it was such short notice and he had never met the people before. Darcy looked back up at his father, but George would not make eye contact with him.

Soon the hosts and their guests were all seated in the dining room. They all made polite and ample conversation for the majority of their meal. George then addressed Elizabeth, “Miss Elizabeth, am I correct in assuming that you have just been presented to society this season?”

Elizabeth nodded and replied, “Yes.”

“And how do you find London society?”

“I like it well enough,” Elizabeth answered. “I find, however, that the country air suits me better.”

“Ah yes, the country is a wonderful place to be,” George said. “I only wish I could go there more often.”

“Do you not have a home in Derbyshire?” Elizabeth asked. She blushed in embarrassment as she realized what she had just asked. George smiled sincerely, and when Darcy saw this, he nearly dropped his fork.

“I do,” George replied. “Unfortunately business usually keeps me in town.”

Elizabeth only nodded, wishing more than anything that she could just vanish. She contributed little to the rest of the conversation for fear that she might say something impertinent again. She mostly kept her eyes on her plate, but whenever she looked up she would see Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy staring at her intently. She would blush and return to her plate.

Chapter 3

Posted on Saturday, 1 March 2008

During the separation of the sexes, the two male Darcys and Mr. Gardiner spoke much of the sport of fishing as they took their port, while the ladies sat in the drawing room and spoke of themselves and droll stories of the past. Georgiana had a particularly funny one that her cousin Richard told her involving her brother and a rather wild toad.

“And he landed right in the pond!” Georgiana finished. The ladies all chuckled and just then the men entered. “Georgiana,” George said, “I thought we said no embarrassing stories about your brother.”

“Father, how do you know that I was speaking of Fitzwilliam?”

“Well what else could cause such laughter?” George replied humorously.

Darcy blushed and the ladies all laughed again as well as George and Mr. Gardiner. After a few minutes of good conversation, Georgiana went to Elizabeth and said, “Miss Elizabeth, would you like to come with me on a walk in the gardens? They are quite lovely at this time of night with the candles lit.”

“Absolutely, of course,” Elizabeth replied with a smile.

Georgiana looked at her brother and said, “Would you like to come along brother?”

Darcy smiled and said, “I believe I shall Georgiana.” With that, the three set off.

As they walked along in the darkness with only the moon and the faint glow of the candles as their light, they made polite conversation, as though they had known each other for a rather long amount of time. They had not long been walking before Georgiana said, “Oh goodness. It’s rather chilly, and I seem to have forgotten my shawl. I shall return in a moment.” She walked off in the direction of the house, leaving Darcy and Elizabeth to sit on a bench and wait for her.

“Your family is wonderful Mr. Darcy,” Elizabeth said. “Indeed I must admit that as much as I love my own family, I would not mind having this much quietness every once in a while.”

Darcy smiled and said, “It does get rather dull, I must admit. But sometimes it is very pleasant, especially because I do not hold a high regard for much society.”

“You did not seem to be adverse during your time at St. James’ last night,” Elizabeth said.

“Yes, well,” Darcy admitted, “usually there is not such good company as that of the people I met last night.”

Elizabeth blushed. “You should not speak so soon sir,” she replied. “You have yet to meet my mother.”

“Please believe me, Miss Elizabeth,” Darcy stated with a smile, “your mother cannot be any worse than any of the other mothers I have met.”

“Really?” Elizabeth asked disbelievingly. “How so?”

“Do not speak of this to anyone,” Darcy said playfully, “for it is not at all honorable to speak ill of people, but I once ran into a mother who tried to have me compromise her daughter in order for me to be forced to marry her.”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened and she chuckled a bit, “Yes I must admit that my mother would never go that far, unfortunately she does not know when to hold her tongue, and it does get quite embarrassing.”

“Ah, well, you have not yet met my aunt Catherine.”

They both chuckled a bit and Darcy looked toward the house. “I wonder what is taking Georgiana so long.”

“Perhaps she cannot find her shawl,” Elizabeth suggested.

“Well hopefully she finds it soon if that is the case,” Darcy replied. “She does love the gardens at night and it will soon be time for her to retire.”

Elizabeth gave him a smile.

“What?” he asked looking at her curiously.

“It is very apparent how concerned you are for your sister’s well-being,” Elizabeth said. “Indeed Mr. Darcy, when it comes to your sister, I can read you easier than one of E.B. Anne’s novels.”

The two chuckled at that and he replied, “Well I hope I am not always that easily read.”

“No indeed,” Elizabeth said. “Like now,” she added. “Right now with the moonlight and the shadows from the candles, and of course the obvious change of subject…” He gave a quiet chuckle. “You are not so easily read. I cannot tell if you are enjoying my company or just pretending.”

“I assure you, Miss Elizabeth,” he said sincerely. “I am greatly enjoying your company.” She sensed the truth in his words and before she knew what was happening, he was slowly leaning towards her. She began to move nearer to him as well. Their lips were just about to touch when they heard Georgiana re-enter the gardens. They were able to move away from each other in time before Georgiana happened upon them again.

The hour was late, very late. He was having the dream again, this time it was back stronger than ever. He was tossing and turning about in his bed. Sweat dripped from his forehead. He hated this dream. He always knew what was to come in the end, but he never woke up before it happened. The faces were always blurry. He always knew who the people were, but he could never see their faces, save one.

“Anne!” he cried as he shot up in bed. His breathing was hard and heavy. He recollected himself before he swung his legs over the side of his bed and lifted himself up off of it. He wiped his face with his hands and took a few breathes. He could never see her, face her again. He could never return to Pemberley, but staying in London was out of the question as well. He sighed and tried to fall back asleep as a tear rolled down his cheek.

Darcy arose the next morning with thoughts of Elizabeth in his head. He had almost kissed her last night. Thank goodness Georgiana had been there to stop it. Darcy couldn’t control himself around Elizabeth, and he didn’t know why. He could never focus on anything as long as she was in the same region as him. Actually since he had met her, he couldn’t get his mind off of her. They had met merely two days ago and he already was captivated by her. He didn’t know how this woman could bewitch him so completely in a moment, but however she had done it, he was glad that she had.

He knew that she would soon have to return to Hertfordshire. Then he would stay away from her forever, and life would return to normal. He didn’t want to think about life without Elizabeth, but he knew he would have to. Eventually her memory would fade, and if they were to meet sometime in the future, he wouldn’t remember who she was, and she would not remember him either. They would see each other on the street and possibly recall one another’s faces, but they would not remember names or any other memories, and that would be that. Darcy sighed as he thought of that day when he and Elizabeth would see each other again and not recall the night where they almost kissed. He hoped the day came sooner than expected.

And yet, he never wanted it to come.

But she was definitely beneath him. If he was going to run Pemberley and the townhouse some day, he had to think like a gentleman. He would no longer be able to do whatever he wanted. He would have to think about others and how his decisions would affect them. He could not be selfish.

He got out of bed and readied for the day before going down to breakfast.

Elizabeth’s morning was very wonderful. She had gone for a lovely stroll in Hyde Park which was a distance, but she didn’t mind it. It was refreshing despite the temperature. She had tried to focus on things besides the previous night, but it was hard to forget when the man you find yourself holding a regard for almost kisses you in the most romantic setting imaginable. Elizabeth was definitely falling hard and fast for this man.

But he would never marry her. These thoughts came into her head as well. He was very wealthy, and he could have any woman of upstanding fortune that he wanted. He could have titled women if he truly wanted. She could never truly compare to most of the women of his acquaintance.

But then why had he tried to kiss her? He had definitely wanted to, Elizabeth could see that much. Perhaps Georgiana’s timing was for the best. She had only met the man two days previous. She didn’t really know that much about him. She only knew that he loved E.B. Anne, he was a great studier of literature, he loved his sister, and his eyes were the most expressive Elizabeth had ever seen. That was nothing to base anything off of. Not even a friendship.

She sighed with that last thought running through her mind as she entered the house. She went to breakfast with her relatives and soon she was leaving the house to run some errands for her aunt. Jane would have come along, but Mr. Gardiner had much business to do, and Mrs. Gardiner was busy as well, so Jane had to stay and care for the children. Elizabeth walked the streets of London by herself.

She was about to enter the market when someone ran into her. This being the second time she ran into a man in two days, she let out a chuckle. “I apologize sir, I did not see you.”

“The fault is mine, I assure you,” the man said. “Are you alright?”

“I am come to no harm I promise you,” she replied with a smile. The man was very handsome. He was dressed as a gentle...

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