Mr Darcy's Christmas Carol

Part 20

Upon reaching Longbourn, there could be no question of the two gentlemen not being pressed into taking tea with the family - indeed, Mrs Bennet did not stop rejoicing over their sudden and surprising return long enough to allow either man to speak a word.

Elizabeth sidled to the back of the parlour, allowing Mrs Bennet full sway in interrogating first Mr Darcy and then Mr Bingley, who bore her inquisition with rather more grace and good humour than his friend.

"We just happened to be passing," he explained. "When we saw Mrs Gardiner and Miss Elizabeth out walking we could not conceive of leaving them to continue on foot when we had half a carriage to spare."

"But how came you to be passing?" Mrs Bennet pressed, glancing back at Elizabeth as if her daughter might possess the answer neither gentleman had yet offered. "We were quite convinced of your absenting yourselves to London for Christmas - yes, and very disappointed we were, too, by this turn of events, were not we, Lizzy?"

"Devastated," Elizabeth confirmed.

"Where is Jane?" Mrs Bennet recalled the absence of her eldest daughter almost immediately and dispatched Kitty to fetch her from upstairs. "She will want to see you, of course, Mr Bingley," she said, quickly. "Please, do sit down, both of you, and I shall fetch us some tea." Lydia was ordered to arrange for some refreshments, which chore she undertook with rather less grace than her sister.

"Miss Elizabeth, I hope your sister rallies?"

Lizzy had been so distracted by the chaos of Longbourn's parlour - rendered still more chaotic by the addition of both gentlemen as well as her aunt and uncle - that she had scarcely noticed Mr Darcy's sidestepping the crowd and finding himself in the corner to her right.

"Rallies?" she smiled. "I was not aware she needed to, sir."

"Ah, indeed." His black eyebrows furrowed. "Forgive me, I was under the impression she was unwell."

"Not at all," Elizabeth said, arching an eyebrow.

"And you - that is, you all - are you all quite well?" Darcy continued, after a moment's awkward pause in their exchange.

"Indeed we are, Mr Darcy." Elizabeth struggled to contain her amusement. The poor man looked pained, as if straining to conjure conversation was the most difficult task he could conceive of. Elizabeth decided to take pity on him and turned their exchange once more to their surprising return to Hertfordshire. She had not yet determined the true reason for their return, which had, it seemed to her, mirrored their equally swift departure. "I see Miss Bingley is not with you. Has she gone on ahead to Netherfield, Mr Darcy?"

"She remains in London."

"What a pity she and her brother will be separated for Christmas."

"Actually, I think them both rather grateful for it," Darcy muttered. When Elizabeth's eyebrows shot still further up her forehead at this wry acknowledgement, he hastened to explain. "Miss Bingley is fond of London society and relishes the opportunity to socialise and be seen, particularly at Christmas."

"You and Mr Bingley do not share her desire?" Elizabeth asked, wryly. "To be seen?"

"I imagine, if you know me but at all, you would understand how little the notion of such a thing appeals."

The honesty of this answer startled Elizabeth, and she returned Mr Darcy's guileless smile with one of her own.

"In this, it appears we share a common interest, Mr Darcy. I would much rather spend Christmas surrounded by my family and able to quietly enjoy the comforts of the season than being forced to attend a vast array of society parties."

"Then I hope you will not think our presence intended to interrupt such familial felicity," Mr Darcy said, with a brief bow.

There was a movement by the door that interrupted Elizabeth before she could speak again, and all heads turned to see Jane enter, a shy smile lighting her features with more warmth and delight than had been evidenced there for quite some time.

"Mr Bingley! Mr Darcy! When Kitty told me of your return I felt certain she was teasing me, and yet here I see she told the truth all along."

Kitty frowned, sniffing back the tears that not being believed had wrought. She flew to her mother, and was patted distractedly on one shoulder, and eventually found comfort in her aunt's corner, where she sat, contentedly watching the rest of the conversations in silence.

"Miss Bennet!" Mr Bingley greeted her with warmth and affection that was plain even to Elizabeth's ears. She darted a glance towards Mr Darcy, and was surprised to see a look of contentment resting over his dark features. He appeared to approve very much of Bingley's smiling attentions to Jane, which was so at odds with the picture Elizabeth had constructed of Mr Darcy's feelings towards the match that she quite lost herself in trying to discern what lay beneath this sudden reversal.

"Is something the matter, Lizzy?" Lydia asked, as she danced back to her own seat, and allowed the tea to be served. "Surely you have seen Mr Darcy before and need not stare at him as if he were a stranger here!"

This was said in a stage-whisper, but it was enough to cause Elizabeth to start, and blush, and look very determinedly away. All of these she did not manage quite quickly enough to avoid Mr Darcy turning his head and looking directly at her in surprise, which made Lydia hiccup with laughter.

"And what are your plans for Christmas, gentlemen?" Mrs Bennet asked, fully enjoying her role as host to such a lively party.

"We are for Netherfield!" Bingley said. "Where we shall pass a very quiet Christmas indeed, for it shall be nought but the two of us - and Georgiana, God-willing."

"Your sister hopes to join you?" Elizabeth asked. The mention of Georgiana provoked interest in her, for she had long nursed a desire to be acquainted with the young woman she had heard so many pleasing reports of.

"Yes," Darcy turned towards her, his lips rising in a slight smile. "I do hope you might have cause to become acquainted with her, Miss Elizabeth." Recalling the presence of her sisters, he extended the invitation to all of the young ladies. "That is, I hope she might find friends amongst you. She will know nobody here save for Charles and me and -" he hesitated, shaking his head almost imperceptibly before continuing. "I do not foresee her eager to go to Meryton alone." He turned to Elizabeth again. "I would hope I might entrust her to your care, Miss Elizabeth. I believe she would benefit greatly from such a friendship, and it would be a great personal favour to me to know that my sister had such a kind friend."

Lizzy felt warmth pool in her cheeks to be thus singled out, and nodded, fervently, little trusting herself to utter any words in response to such a request. When Mr Darcy looked at her, she felt her cheeks grow warmer still, so that she was forced to look away. How was it that she, who he had so recently made no attempt to hide his disdain for, was the one young lady present he particularly wished to befriend his sister? I do not know what spirit overtook you in London, Mr Darcy, Elizabeth mused, stirring her tea thoughtfully. But I cannot own I dislike it.