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Note: The cover of Mr. Darcy's letter was changed in October The text is completely unchanged. A lady's reputation is a fragile thing. If anyone discovered . Mr. Darcy again after their embarrassing parting in Kent, Elizabeth had asked .. So she did believe what I told her in my letter; that is something, at least, he. Book and cover design by Ellen Pickels scretch.info ith Mr. Darcy's letter in hand, Elizabeth wandered along the lane for two.
Jul 19, Katherine rated it it was ok 2. I loved the story line - Darcy returns to Netherfield shortly after his visit in Kent. He wants to know if Elizabeth has forgiven him after his letter and hopes to re-unite Bingley with Jane. He wants to prove himself to be the man Elizabeth would want him to be but is utterly shocked and grieved when he learns she is engaged. Lizzy becomes engaged to a lifelong friend Mr. Covin 2. Covington that she never thought about romantically but considered an amiable man and could not find fault with him when her proposed though she possessed no passionate feelings for him.
And is it dangerous? If she can just manage to keep her temper, she may be able to rescue her uncle from financial ruin.
Alone with Mr. But being trapped there for days — and nights — with an injured and confused Mr. Darcy who keeps saying the oddest things about her, is even worse. At least he possesses the useful ability of lighting a fire to keep them from freezing to death. Darcy has vanished into thin air, leaving her no choice but to find a husband as soon as possible before her whole family is ruined.
Any husband, no matter how much she dislikes him. The Darcys of Derbyshire A Pemberley Variations Novella Elizabeth Bennet longs to see the view from the famous Black Rocks in Derbyshire, but her aunt and uncle refuse to allow her to climb to the highest rock outcroppings alone. Darcy — at least until he offers to escort her to the top. But unbeknownst to her, the Black Rocks have a very special meaning for him. Please note that this story is a novella, not a full-length novel.
Why should he care if his staid cousin Darcy disapproves? After a midnight rescue, clandestine meetings, a long-lost son, conspiracies, blackmail, and an attempted elopement, everyone can agree that this house party is anything but dull. It is a proverbial dark and stormy night when Mr. Darcy proposes to Elizabeth Bennet in the most insulting manner.
Just as she begins her famous refusal, a crack of thunder presages the pounding at the door as the residents of the flooded village of Hunsford seek refuge from the storm at the parsonage atop the hill.
Even worse, the flood has washed out the only bridge leading to Rosings Park, leaving Darcy stranded with Elizabeth at the parsonage. If anyone ever discovered that Miss Elizabeth Bennet had received a letter from a single gentleman, she could be ruined… or forced to marry a man she detests. Without the letter, will Elizabeth ever learn the truth about Mr. What Would Mr. Darcy Do? Before Darcy leaves the Lambton Inn after learning the scandalous news about Lydia and Wickham, he and Elizabeth declare their true feelings.
But what if she never said the words? What if circumstances conspired to make her accept Darcy the first time he proposes? Darcy again after his disastrous proposal in Hunsford. But what if family business required him to stay at Rosings after giving her his letter? Coming face to face with Mr. Darcy only days later could give Elizabeth a new chance to understand him… or a chance for even more misunderstandings.
I was not even at the end of the first chapter before l became completely and utterly enthralled in its spell. Can Mr. Darcy stand by and watch while Elizabeth loses everything she holds precious… including him? Filled with fervent passion and delicious tension, these short stories by Abigail Reynolds are just as absorbing and magnificent as her many full-length novels. Darcy never had the opportunity to propose to Elizabeth Bennet at Hunsford, and did not meet her again until her circumstances were reduced?
In Mr. Darcy has an even greater social distance to bridge if he wishes to marry Elizabeth. Add in some Fitzwilliam relations with links to the Prince Regent and the loose morals typical of Regency high society who feel that Elizabeth is the material of which mistresses, not wives, are made, and Mr. Reflection must be reserved for solitary hours; whenever she was alone, she gave way to it as the greatest relief; and not a day went by without a solitary walk in which she might indulge in all the delight of unpleasant recollections.
Thus it came to pass that the morrow found Elizabeth slowly making her way to Rosings, hoping against hope for the absence of Mr. On her arrival, she was shown to a mercifully empty parlour while a servant went to locate Miss Darcy.
To calm her nerves, she picked up a book lying on a table. Finding it to be a volume of poetry she had an interest in reading, she took it over to the window for better light and began to leaf through it. Unaware of her presence in the room, Darcy entered, and was immediately captivated by the picture she made, her dark curls framed by the sunlight pouring in the window. Her lips were moving as she read, clearly tasting the metre and the rhythm of the poetry.
He could not look away, all his anger with her momentarily drowned by his need to touch her face and kiss those lips. Warned by some sense that she was no longer alone, Elizabeth looked up to discover Darcy, his dark eyes intent on her with a meaning she could not comprehend. A becoming flush stole up her cheeks at what he must 20 By Force of Instinct think of her presence there.
Say something, damn it! I was merely looking for my book. She closed it quickly and held it out in his direction. She had once again undercut his equanimity, and it was hard to recall why he had been so angry with her when she was before him. Wordsworth and Mr. Coleridge, and how they have been transforming the art of poetry.
Monkhouse, whose cousin is married to Mr. She heard the surprise and the chill in his voice. Since he had made no move to take the book from her, she set it down on the neutral territory of a small table.
You might enjoy Lyrical Ballads by Coleridge and Wordsworth as well—that was their first published work. I am interested to see where Mr. Wordsworth goes with his current work in progress. What do you think of it?
Elizabeth heard his discomfort and misinterpreted it. Darcy, but we must be realistic, must we not? Wordsworth himself, but of course, he is merely in trade and could not be expected to have such sensibilities.
Is it not a degradation for you, Mr. Darcy, to even discuss this with me? What would your family think? Darcy, stunned by this unexpected attack, put out a hand to stop her flight. It had never occurred to him that she might feel wounded by what he saw as his factual recitation of the gulf between them. You fool! Did you learn nothing from that horrible night? She wants nothing to do with you; how much clearer can she be? The conclusion was as intolerable as ever.
Even Georgiana could not be blind to the tension in the room as Darcy bowed silently and exited. However, as she could think of no possible source of disagreement between her brother and her new friend, she quickly dismissed the incident from her mind. Elizabeth could not forget it so easily—her sense of humiliation could not have been any greater than it was after her outburst at Darcy.
It was dreadful enough that he thought those things of her; to have him know how much his scorn for her family disturbed her was worse. She was furious with herself for displaying her vulnerability to his criticism and could not begin to imagine what he must be thinking of her now.
No sooner had she left Rosings after her visit with Miss Darcy than she resolved that under no circumstances would she ever set foot there again. If she had to lay abed pleading illness until her departure for London, she would do so. Elizabeth, whose spirits had been troubled by memories of her humiliating quarrel with Mr.
Darcy, was pleased to accept the distraction. Of course, that is tantamount to taking her away from Darcy forever—he would have little say in her future or in choosing her future 24 By Force of Instinct husband.
However, Darcy is absolutely determined that she should remain in his care, and Georgiana has no interest in this new plan either. He is extremely devoted to her, you know. Darcy has spent years ignoring her hints and demands about Anne, but for some reason he decided this time to tell her that he was not going to marry Anne, now or ever.
Darcy to decide as her guardians? Darcy takes family loyalty very seriously—you may be certain that he would not choose to visit Rosings each year if he did not! I hope it will be resolved soon, for his sake, if nothing else. This has troubled him even more than I would have anticipated.
Are you in agreement with Lord Derby? She felt a surprising moment of sympathy for Darcy—if the incident was, as she suspected, the intended elopement with Wickham, he would find it bitter indeed to be blamed for failing to prevent it completely. She saw an image of his white face after her outburst the previous day, and she could not help thinking that the timing could not have been worse for him, coming just after her refusal and accusations of cruelty to Wickham.
Despite the tenor of his proposal, one could only assume that he would be feeling disappointment, and he was certainly entitled to injured feelings from her unjust accusations. And then yesterday, I had to attack him again, when he 25 Abigail Reynolds was attempting to be civil under impossible circumstances, she thought, not without pain.
He must think me most unfeeling, and he would without doubt be within his rights! An unhappy sense of shame filled her. Are you well? Elizabeth returned abruptly to the present. She is all that remains of his family, is she not? I do not believe that I have ever seen Darcy quite as unhappy as he has been these last few days. By the time this visit is ended, I wonder whether there will be any part of my character that I find acceptable, she thought bleakly. At least this suggests that he is unaware of Mr.
Had I his opportunities, I should not be so difficult to please. This is a complication that I certainly do not need, she thought. Quite apart from his wealth and lineage, he is of good character, honest, generous, loyal to a fault, well-educated and intelligent. What more could a woman desire? Wickham had given Darcy credit for a similar set of virtues, but only among those he found his equals in consequence.
He laughed heartily. It is a fault, to be sure, but hardly a fatal one.
When Mr. Elizabeth spent a brief time wondering whether she could manage to avoid the occasion by using the excuse of illness once more, but concluded grimly that Mr. Therefore, to Rosings she would go; and, through the remainder of the day, her mind rarely drifted from the question of how she should behave when faced once again with Mr.
These same meditations at length closed her eyes that night; and, by the following day, she was no nearer resolution than when she had begun, but even more apprehensive.
She could not recall the last time she had been in low spirits for such a time as this. No matter how she tried to justify her behaviour, she could find no way to exculpate herself for causing him significant pain and distress, something she would have earlier found it hard to imagine him to be capable of feeling.
She had always known that she was not so tender-hearted as Jane, but to find herself so insensitive as to have completely neglected the effects of her refusal on Mr. Darcy was unpleasant. It rankled that his proud behaviour had led so directly to her humbling realization of her own failings, and there were moments when she could almost feel glad that he was suffering along with her.
But her native sense of justice and fairness would not allow that sentiment to persist for long, and she kept returning to the knowledge of how greatly her perception had failed her in this instance. At length she resolved to do her best to meet him with civility and kindness as she would any other person she knew to be suffering, though she remained uncertain of her true ability in this regard.
She would have been startled to discover Darcy was facing a similar struggle. Her words from their more recent meeting had joined those of their ill-fated encounter in the parsonage in echoing constantly in his ears.
He kept seeing her face, bereft of its usual laughter, with her fine eyes filling with tears—tears he had caused. Until that moment, the thought that she might have been wounded rather than complimented by his addresses had never crossed his mind.
He could not understand when he had become so unfeeling; he had always thought of himself as one who put a concern for others before his own, but strict self-examination was showing him that he applied this rule only to those people who were closest to him.
Had his disregard grown with each experience of a woman who made it clear that marriage to him would be her greatest achievement? Had he in fact come to believe that he was so much the centre of the universe as to honour anyone by the bestowal of his regard, no matter how insultingly given? Although he could not admit complete dissatisfaction with the fact that, her words 28 By Force of Instinct that night notwithstanding, she at least thought enough of his opinion to be affected by it, the vision of her tear-filled eyes left him with a pain in his chest and the beginnings of a self-loathing for the behaviour that had caused it.
Yet, at other moments his anger with her would once again overtake him, and he would remind himself that he had said nothing to her that was not true. To these feelings was added yet one more kind—those generated by his knowledge that she would be leaving Kent in a few days, and that this dinner might well be the last time he was ever to lay eyes upon her. For every part of him that applauded the chance to flee the humiliation of her refusal and the pain of seeing her while knowing she would never be his, there were other parts which fought desperately against allowing her to slip completely out of his world.
The thought of never seeing her again—her laughter, her liveliness, her natural grace and vivacity—left him with a profound feeling of emptiness. The moment he had alternately been dreading and longing for finally came with the arrival of the Hunsford party. It was immediately obvious to him that Elizabeth was quite subdued; this was the first time he had seen her in company when she was not at least making an effort toward displaying her usual vivacity.
He caught her stealing a glance at him—was there a trace of warmth in that look, or was it only his wishes speaking? He felt a surprising wave of tenderness as she dropped her eyes again, allowing himself the pleasure of it for a moment before berating himself for falling into her wiles once again. He took his old accustomed seat slightly away from her, from which he could see her clearly; he had avoided it since that night at Hunsford.
Colonel Fitzwilliam as usual sat beside her, attempting to engage her in conversation. Darcy was too far away to hear her quiet responses, but was not displeased to see that she did not enter into the exchange in the animated manner she typically used with his cousin.
As if able to hear his thoughts, she glanced up at him again, looking away almost immediately.
Collins will be very glad of your company, I am sure. I must be in town next Saturday. I expected you to stay two months. I told Mrs. Collins so before you came. There can be no occasion for your going so soon. Bennet could certainly spare you for another fortnight. And if you will stay another month complete, it will be in my power to take you as far as London, for I am going there early in June, for a week; and as Dawson does not object to the Barouche box, there will be very good room for you.
It would mean a great deal to Georgiana. I am sure that we could arrange your transportation. He met her gaze with a level, serious look.
What could be his purpose? She was bewildered by his words. His expression did not speak of any desire for her company, and certainly he could hardly wish for her presence after all that had passed between them. Yes, that must be the explanation, she thought.
His steady gaze disconcerted her. She tried to find the words to form an objection, and found herself uncomfortably close to tears. Collins will have me, I will stay another week. Elizabeth gratefully seized the distraction.
Was he such a glutton for punishment that he needed further reminders of her scorn and dislike for him? Tonight had been the first time that he had not felt pain and hostility radiating from her—was he so desperate as to take that as a positive sign? Good God! What am I thinking?
She has shown herself to be everything I could have feared; prejudiced, lacking in basic courtesy, selfcontrol, and decorum—I will not regret her, I will not! An image came to him of Elizabeth sitting with Georgiana at the piano-forte, cajoling a smile out of her despite her own apparent lack of spirits, and he closed his eyes in pain for a moment. He wondered what Elizabeth was thinking, what she had made of his request, and above all why she had acquiesced to it when she had refused all the others.
Her expression provided no clue; although warm colour continued to reign in her cheeks, she appeared to be purposefully avoiding his gaze, turning her attention only to Georgiana and as required to Lady Catherine.
Georgiana, delighted to have succeeded in her venture to obtain the continued presence of Elizabeth in Kent, was nonetheless determined to avoid a repetition of her humiliation on the occasion of the previous visit of the Hunsford party. She asked of Lady Catherine her permission to retire early, pleading a great fatigue. She thought to cast a reassuring glance at her brother, knowing his often irritating tendency to fret over her every move, but she found him gazing absently across the room, her request clearly not 31 Abigail Reynolds even entering his awareness.
She felt a twinge of annoyance at his apparent disinterest. Darcy observed her smiling acquiescence. She was troubled by his actions—he could easily have avoided this unnecessary closeness, and from the expression on his face, he was by no means delighted to find himself in this position. If his intent is to cause me unease, he is certainly succeeding! She made an effort to focus her attention on selecting from the sheet music available, as if she had not already inspected it sufficiently frequently so as to know it from memory.
Recalling with an effort her resolve to treat him with civil kindness despite her own feelings, she took several deep breaths before summoning her courage sufficiently to turn to him with a smile.
Haydn or Mozart? How would she react if I told her that I cared not what music she played, so long as she continued to smile at me? Recognizing with a start that he had been silent too long, he hastened to express a preference for Mozart. The scent of rosewater drifted past him, and he felt a wave of desire for her. It was truly unfair, he thought, that he should still find her so bewitching despite her behaviour towards him. His eyes lingered on her profile as 32 By Force of Instinct she played, tracing along the lines of her tempting lips.
He admired the slender, tapering fingers dancing across the keyboard and imagined them touching his face, stroking his arm, bringing him to one pleasure after another. She glanced over at him when she neared the end of the page and found a serious look on his face.
Brought back to the moment, he reached past her to turn the page. The painful exhilaration of her closeness could not be denied, and he ached for the relief only she could bring him, all the while knowing that his desires were never to be fulfilled.
Unable to control himself, he allowed his arm to brush against hers, seemingly by accident, as he resumed his seat. Elizabeth was finding it nearly impossible to focus on her performance, and grew more anxious with each mistake she made.
She was certain that Darcy was noting her errors and her discomposure, and redoubled her efforts to keep his presence from her mind, but with little success.
The shock of sensation she felt when his sleeve touched her skin caused her to stumble in her playing, but she resisted the urge to glance in his direction to see if he had noted her confusion. By the time she came to the end of the piece, her cheeks were quite flushed.
Without looking up, she sought out the simplest of the scores for her next effort. Her rescue came from an unexpected source. Collins in surprise; usually they stayed much later. She noticed that he appeared flustered, and she quickly gathered up the music into a neat pile before joining him.
She glanced at Darcy from under her lashes, but his expression was unreadable. They had no sooner arrived at the parsonage after a cold adieu from Lady Catherine when Charlotte drew her aside from the others.
I beg you to be careful; her wrath could quite easily move from you to Mr. We barely spoke all evening! Lizzy, I cannot claim to understand what is happening between the two of you, but I am not 33 Abigail Reynolds blind and, unfortunately, neither is her ladyship!
I know he does not call here anymore, and I am no doubt happier not knowing if you are meeting clandestinely elsewhere, but you are playing a dangerous game, doing this under the eyes of his entire family. You must know they would not approve his interest in you. Darcy does not call here anymore because he and I quarrelled, and I assure you that I am the last person whose company he would seek out.
If you are sensing something between us, it is hostility, not affection. I know that you have never wished to acknowledge his interest, and I must respect that; but, for your own sake, I feel obliged to recommend that you take this courtship far away from his family, or you may risk being disappointed.
One fine day when Miss Darcy called, Elizabeth suggested walking out. Charlotte claimed that she could not be spared from her work, and Maria was not in the habit of walking, so the remaining two set off together. They followed the pathways into Rosings Park, Elizabeth making an effort to 34 By Force of Instinct appear more in spirits than perhaps she felt.
They had not long been out when they spotted a gentleman at a distance. A disturbance of a different sort was taking place inside her at the idea of encountering him, and she struggled for equanimity despite the fluttering of her pulses as they approached him.
Elizabeth looked away as he took his place between them. He inquired civilly after the Collinses and, after receiving her none too articulate response, asked after her own plans, noting that it had been some time since he had seen her.
She noted with amusement that he seemed no more at ease than she; when he spoke, his accent had none of its usual sedateness. She stole a sly glance at Darcy, to see how he bore it; he sustained it however with fortitude. Her teasing spirit could not help but to try him a little further.
My aunt is originally from Derbyshire, in fact, not far from Pemberley. He has no idea how very low my connections can go. Her father was a tailor there. She saw Georgiana glance up at Darcy in embarrassment as if seeking 35 Abigail Reynolds assistance in finding a way to reply to such a startling assertion, but he did not seem to be attending to her, but rather was looking off into space with a somewhat preoccupied air.
Feeling an odd disappointment at his lack of response, Elizabeth began to wonder if he had in fact begun to put his affection for her to rest. She and my uncle are a very good match in that way. Elizabeth looked over at him, meeting his gaze squarely. I find the idea of your participating in a discussion of Wordsworth a particularly intriguing one, since it strikes me that your minds are of a remarkably similar bent. I imagine the two of you more on the banks of the Wye than in a London parlour, though.
Did he truly think of her while reading poetry? It should be his place to take her to the Lakes, his should be the figure to stand beside her on the banks of the Wye.
He somehow forced himself to continue. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear,—both what they half create, And what perceive; well pleased to recognize In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
He stared off into space as he spoke simply but powerfully, but Elizabeth knew his words were addressed directly to her.
She could not help but be moved by the vision of this proud man thinking of her as he read, and by the image he had shared. She bit her lip, realizing how much of him she did not know, and how greatly she had misinterpreted him. Georgiana, catching some of the intimacy of the moment, looked first at her brother, then at Elizabeth, whose eyes were directed towards the ground, an abstracted look upon her face.
Had she only heard their words, and been unable to see them, she would have thought it a romantic moment, but with both looking so distant and solemn, it did not seem to be such at all. She was completely baffled by his behaviour, and by the way in which Elizabeth, who called the indomitable Lady Catherine to account, seemed to be deferring to Darcy over some matter beyond her understanding.
She hardly knew what to say; yet, with each passing moment, the silence became heavier. And if he is, her heart whispered, how will you accept it? Darcy was himself even less certain of his own motivation for revealing so much of himself.
It was not so much a conscious decision as a need to unburden himself of the thoughts and feelings that had haunted him for months and confess them to the only person who could offer him absolution. He was unsure whether it was an attempt to cause her to think better of him or, by airing his feelings in public, to bring them to a sort of closure.
He gave her a sidelong glance; it was apparent that she felt uncomfortable, but she did not appear distressed. It is rather more than you deserve, he told himself sternly. Elizabeth turned to Georgiana. Embarrassed, she glanced away. Had she been able to 38 By Force of Instinct encounter his eye, she might have seen a certain awareness on his face that would have brought a blush to her cheeks; but, though she could not look, she could listen.
He heard the apology inherent in her words, and realized with a touch of surprise that he had already forgiven her for her harsh words and accusations.
She felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, and realized she was glad it seemed that they were to be able to establish peace between themselves before saying their goodbyes.
Fitzwilliam, perhaps we should return to the house. Darcy looked from Georgiana to Elizabeth in painful indecision. In any other circumstance, he would have stopped everything to attend to his sister, but he was exceedingly loath to leave Elizabeth when she seemed inclined to hear him out, with so much only partially resolved. He recalled that Elizabeth would be leaving Kent in only a few days, and found that he had already taken his decision. Once Georgiana was safely, if somewhat irritably, ensconced at Rosings, they walked on in complete silence, a strained silence rather than one of companionability.
Elizabeth thought several times to initiate a conversation to diffuse the tension, but fear over what Darcy might say if they were to speak held her back.