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Ayelet -- very nicely done. I like how much emotion you have given to Anne. (I do have one little comment about Darcy's age, however. Since he was about 12 years older than his sister, he couldn't have been 8 when his mother died. Otherwise, I find your writing to be very clear and enjoyable.)

I decided to re-post this. I hope it doesn't offend. EMMA: DEJA-VU Part 3 Emma could not remember a time when she had slept so little and yet so well. How perfectly satisfied and content she felt this morning, compared to the previous day's anxiety! Her head resting against Mr Knightley's pillow-like chest, she smiled at his peaceful, eloquent slumber. "How handsome he looks," she sighed. "almost like a little boy-so young as he looked." Turning on her side, Emma playfully brushed a stray piece of grass from Mr Knightely's dark, lustrous hair; indeed, this was the only visible reminder of their night of passion. Instantly, Emma replayed over and over in her mind every treasured word and look, the tantalizing feel of his skin against her's. Smiling, she traced an intricate design a long his face, finally bestowing a tender kiss on his lips. To her great musement and surprise, Mr Knightley opened his eyes. "Good morning," she said sweetly. "I think it would be safer to say good afternoon," he replied huskily. "And never have I been awakened in such a delightful way, or by such a charming lady." Emma blushed deeply at his words. Ever so gently, Mr Knightley grasped her face between his hands. His eyes burned her forehead. Brushing Emma's hair from her face, his mouth insistently found her own. Emma clung to him breathlessly, as much out of necessity for never had she felt so dizzy by his embrace. "My Dearest, beloved Emma. Are you hungry?" Knightley muttered passionately against her ear. Momentarily confused by his words, Emma finally answered: "No-not particularly. Have our clothes dried yet?" "I don't think so. It will probably take another hour or two at the most." Meeting her gaze, Mr Knightley smirked bewitchingly. "Really-a whole hour. What can we possibly do here for a whole hour?" The brilliancy of her countenance and her hazel eyes was such that Mr Knightley could no longer prolong the suspense. Slowly running his hand along her cheek, he clasped Emma to him. ************************************************************************** Three hours later, Mr Knightey sat before his former dressing table, buttoning his white shirt. Emma was not helping matters much. For every button he succeeded in fastening, she undid two. "My Darling! I wish I could stay with you all day, but Mrs Jennings must be wondering where we are. And it doesn't help that you must look so fetching in my clothes. You should always wear my clothes." "Mr KNightley-how I wish we could always stay at Donwell. I've never seen such a perfectly, delightful place." "Emma dearest-do you mean that? You know what that would entail-leaving your father." "I know-but perhaps Father could be persuaded. Besides, I think there might be an even more important reason for our removal to Donwell..." Her eyes shining brightly, Emma met Mr Knightley's anxious gaze. "Emma-my dearest, beloved Emma! You don't mean...My Darling! You shouldn't be on your feet." Effortlessly, Mr Knightley swept Emma up into his arms, protectively shouldering her head against his chest. Carrying her once again to the bed, he covered her face and hands with kisses. "My Dearest, sweetest Emma. Why didn't you tell me? Are you quite certain you are alright?" "I wanted to be completely certain," she replied calmly. And, I am more than well. I don't think I have ever been more content and happy." The perfect happiness of the moment was too swiftly interrupted by an insistent knock at the door. Hesitantly, Mrs Jennings entered. "Sir. Ma'am. I do not wish to disturb you, but Mrs Martin is desperate to see you-Mr Knightley. Her husband has taken a turn for the worse and is in need of Mr Perry."

EMMA: DEJA-VU PART 4 Under the most unusual and stressful circumstances, Emma found herself for the very first time in the Martin farmhouse. Mr Knightley had insisted that she return to Hartfield, deeply concerned for her safety and especially the welfare of their unborn child. However, in this case, Emma persisted and won, declaring that she wished to be of service to the Martins and Harriet. As mistress of Donwell, it was her duty and obligation. Faced with such a sweet and ardent appeal, Mr Knightley relented. Indeed, thes days he found that he could not deny her anything. It was not sheer benevolence alone which drew Emma to the Martin farmhouse, this very evening. She had long wondered how much of Mr Knightley's praise and enthusiasm for Robert and Harriet Martin's home was just hyperbole, a testament to his kind and generous disposition. Once again, however, Emma had to admit that his judgment was sound. Although the farmhouse could never be called fashionable or elegant, it had a warmth and palatable dignity, negating the cracked floors and smokey chimney. As Emma sat at the kitchen table, little Johnny's brown moppet head resting on her shoulder, she could not help delighting in the delicious aromas emanating from the wood-stove. Harriet Smith Martin's touches were everywhere, from the delicate, lace curtains hanging above the window to the brightley coloured wildflowers, set so betwichingly at the centre of the table. Furthermore, old Mrs Martin and Elizabeth could not have been more attentive or kind to Mrs Knightley. As deeply distressed as they all were over Robert Martin's fever, the two women still found time to inquire after Mr Woodhouse's health, profusely thanking her for her service. Emma herself noted that their manners were as fine, if not superior, to the grandest of ladies. Sensing Mr Knightley's eyes on her, Emma looked up and met his gaze. Instantly, she knew that he was reading her thoughts and a blush of pleasure went to her cheeks. "How much I love and need him," she thought. "Poor Harriet-What she must be suffering! I don't think I could bear it if anything happened to Mr Knightley." Around the same time, Mr Perry came out, along with a weary Harriet Martin. Mr Knightley was the first to speak. "Well Perry, I am certain the ladies have suffered enough. How is he?" "Ladies-I am happy to report that he will be fine. He is a very lucky man. I have seen lesser men succumb under such a fever. This is the sickly season and all. Still, he is a strong man and his fever finally broke, thanks in no large part to Mrs Martin and her continuous application of cold compresses. She is quite the nurse." "Thank-you Mr Perry. Thank-you for everything. Mrs Goddard always said that cold compresses were the best remedy. We are indeed indebted to you. And Mr and Mrs Knightley too. We are most grateful for all of your service and kindness." Silently, Harriet kissed Mrs Knightley's hands. For once, Emma was rendered speechless. ***************************************************************************** Moments later, Emma found herself safely ensconced in Mr Knightely's carriage, his arms wrapped tightly around her. Gently, he stroked her hair. Exhausted, Emma soon found herself falling asleep against her husband's shoulder, lulled by the motion of the carriage. Within an hour, they arrived at Hartfield. Silently, Mr Knightley lifted Emma out of the carriage and carried her upstairs, placing his wife before the fire. "My Darling-are you cold?" he asked, lifting Emma's hand to his lips. "A little," she replied softly. Immediately, he took off his coat and wrapped it about Emma's shoulders. Tenderly, he cradled her against his chest, placing his head against her own. "Dearest Emma-do you know how very proud of you I am. You could not have been more compassionate to the Martins." After a while, he added: "Emma, were you in earnest, earlier? Do you still wish to remove to Donwell? As you know, it is immaterial to me where we live. You made me the happiest of men, consenting to be my wife." "Indeed, I was Mr Knightley," she replied strongly. "As much as I hate the thought of giving Father pain, I believe it is time that we had our own house, our own privacy." "Well, as you are determined, we will both speak to him when I return from London." "London? Oh yes. You have some business to discuss with John. I completely forgot," she replied, lowering her face. Lifting Emma's chin to meet his face, Mr Knightley softly answered: Dearest, I wish I could take you with me, but it will only be of a few weeks' duration. I promise. Smirking bewitchingly, he further stated: "There is one obvious benefit of a separation of which I can think: the pleasure to be derived by all when I return." Kitty's thick, irish brogue broke the delicious silence of the room. "Mrs Knightley-will you be needing any help undressing?" Commanding Emma to her feet by the ardent look in his eyes, Mr Knightley pressed her against him and lifted her to the awaiting bed. Possessing a keen perception way beyond her years, Kitty wisely and instinctively decided not to pursue the matter.

It's terrific, Cass!

EMMA: DEJA-VU PART 5 Three days later, Emma went to Randalls for her weekly tea with Mrs Weston. Emma loved nothing more than to visit her former governess. Next to Mr Knightley and her father, Mrs Weston was the dearest person in the world to her. This very afternoon, however, an unwelcome intrusion in the usual familiarity and intimacy of these occasions was one Mrs Elton. As Emma sat opposite her, calmly sipping her tea, she could not help recollecting with some degree of pleasure that this was the first time she had seen Mrs Elton socially in many months. Mr and Mrs Elton were hardly frequent callers at Hartfield or even Donwell. In fact, Mrs Elton had just returned from another extended trip to Bath, visiting her "very particular" friend, Mrs Partridge. In between ravenous bites of her sandwich, the lady was endeavouring to relate, to Emma and Mrs Weston, the intimate details of her latest excursion. "Why Mrs Knightley-you look so pale! Doesn't she look pale, Mrs Weston? You really should consider going to Bath. The waters and air would do wonders for you. You should see Mr E-quite the changed man. His few grey hairs have simply gone away!" "Mrs Elton, I have no inclination to visit Bath," Emma quitely protested. "There is no place in the world more conducive to my health and spirits than Highbury." "The collosal nerve of that woman!" Emma silently remarked. "Grey hairs indeed. I am in no doubt as to how he got them." "You'll never guess whom we saw in Bath," Mrs Elton continued, interrupting Emma's reverie. Before any of the ladies could reply, she smugly uttered: "Mr and Mrs Frank Churchill! Dear Jane was always a favorite of mine, so sweet and charming. And such lady-like manners. That's such a rare quality these days," she added, gazing intently at Emma. "They say he simply adores and spoils her. And her jewels...." "Yes, we had a letter from Frank just the other day, concerning their trip to Bath and London," Mrs Weston interjected uncomfortably. "Mr Weston and I both hope that they will be able to visit Randalls soon." "Yes-that would be lovely. Oh Mrs Knightley," she continued with greater enthusiasm, "you do not know what a shock I had on my last evening in Bath.." "I am sure I can't imagine," Emma replied sharply. Still Mrs Elton persisted. "Mrs Partridge, the lady whom I always reside with on my trips to Bath, introduced me to the most charming creature-a Lady Hollingsworth. Apparently, she spent her girlhood in Highbury. Mrs Partridge and I simply raved about her. And such beauty-flawless, ivory skin and the true crystal-blue eyes. Now that I think about it-she ressembled your little friend. What was her name? Oh yes-Miss Smith! Anyways, she expressed a great interest in you." "I am confidant I have never met the woman. You must be mistaken, Mrs Elton." "Now, that I think about it-you would have been too young. From what I understand, she was quite a favorite with Knightley at one time. She entreated me to convey her sincere good wishes for your marriage" A red-faced Mrs Weston immediately sprung to her feet. "Oh my-look at the time. And Mr Weston shall be home soon." "Indeed. And I was never one to wear out my welcome. As my friends always say, I am the soul of tact. It would not do for Mr E to come home and find me elsewhere. For he is simply lost without me! Please excuse me ladies and give my best wishes to Mr Weston. Good evening Mrs Weston...Mrs Knightley" Moments after Mrs Elton departed, Emma remained blankly staring at her empty tea cup, her head spinning. "Vulgar, insufferable woman! What did she mean? This is all so strange." Lifting her head, Emma's anxiety increased as Mrs Weston busied herself with the china, deliberately avoiding her gaze. "Tell me! Emma cried, her voice filled with terror. Tell me the truth! About what was Mrs Elton speaking? Who is this woman?" "Emma dear-I am as mystified as you.." "I charge you to tell me at this moment. I cannot bear this silence a moment longer." "Emma dear-if I had known what Mrs Elton planned to say, I would never have permitted her to remain in this house!" To be utterly honest, Emma had never seen Mrs Weston so enraged. After a few uncomfortable minutes, Mrs Weston gently sat down beside Emma. Warming Emma's trembling hands, she finally decided to speak again: "When I first came to Highbury, I do recall that Mr Knightley was engaged to a local girl, a very pretty and high-spirited young lady named Annabel Edwards. Her father was the curate here. I was not privy to the entire story, but I do know that the engagement was broken off almost as soon as it was made. The young lady left for London to reside with her aunt. I believe there were many objections to the match as Miss Edwards possessed neither fortune or connection. A mutual aquaintance informed me, a long time later, that she had managed to marry a member of the House of Lords. Although I never met the lady, I often heard her beauty and poise praised." "And, he was in love with her," Emma managed to utter in the thinest of voices. "Emma-you cannot doubt Mr Knightley's affection for you! I have never seen a man more in love with his wife. Whatever he may have felt for this woman is in the past. I beg you to put it out of your mind this instant. He loves you, only you. Of that-I am certain." "Then-why has he never spoken of this to me?" Receiving no audible answer, Emma stood up and flung her cloak about her shoulders. Mrs Elton had aimed to wound her and had admirably succeeded. This only served to heighten Emma's intense pain and dread. "But-Emma dearest. Will you not let me send for the carriage to take you home? "No thank-you Mrs Weston. I would rather walk. Do not be concerned." Turning sharply, she closed the door.

I cannot wait until part 6, Cassandra. Keep up the good work!

Thanks, Kathleen. Ann, may you fix Darcy in the guide? Chapter 13 This chapter's use is merely to make connection between Anne's childhood and the rest of her story, and it may be useful to understand what happened to Anne in the next 16 years I am going to skip, mostly because there is not much to tell about them: Anne never quite gave up, she just recovered from the losses she had in this painful half-year, she had to recover the loss of Miss Williams, her beloved teacher, for although she got letters from Miss Williams, and answered them in her trembling hand write, it was still painful. She had to get over the loss of Anna and all the other girls, she discovered she even missed Mary Wilson, something in Mary's decided pride made Anne like her. She had to recover from the most painful loss, of Lady Anne, for if s e could still toy with hope of meeting her other friends, with Lady Anne it was quite impossible, the most she could do was hold Helen and remember her sixth birthday, so long ago, when she got Helen, and Lady Anne said, she remembered the exact words: "This is a friend for you, Anne, her name is Helen, do you like her? It's your special doll, only for you!" Oh, what wouldn't she do to hear that friendly voice again! And most of all, Anne had to gather confidence for the day she would insist upon doing wh t she pleases, for she never gave up that brave childish dream to be independent, she just was not as daring as she was as a child. These reasons made Anne sickly and pale, for she used all the energy she had for her soul, and left very little for her body. In those sixteen years, only one did much change her life, the year in which Darcy and Elizabeth met, especially the weeks they were both in Rosings Park. Elizabeth's daring, playful nature proved Anne that you could show Lady Catherine your independen e without behaving highly rude or improper, and when Lady Catherine took her to Hunsford to show her how Elizabeth would NOT marry Darcy, and to comfort her, for Lady Catherine truly belived that Anne wants to marry Darcy, and she heard every word of their conversation, she felt somewhat surprized, and glad, to discover Lady Catherine, as she heard by the silly punishment Elizebeth got, may bark, but not actually bite, it gave her courage, and she decided that was time to act. To be continued...

Oh, I'm really silly today, I wrote Hunsford instead of Hartfodshire! Better do no more writing to-day.

Ayelet, what age do you want me to make him?

12 is just fine. Chapter 14 After Lady Catherine returned from her call at Pemberly, Anne adressed her immidiatly, it was now or never: "Mother, I am going" She said it so suddenly and decidedly, that Lady Catherine's first words weren't a declaretion that Anne won't, but a question: "Where?" "To visit some old friends, and maybe to visit Elizabeth and Darcy, after they'll return from the honeymoon" "Elizabeth and Darcy? What do you mean? I must know! Miss Bennet is not to marry Darcy!" "She is" Said Anne, quietly but firmly "I heard her words, and as for Darcy, why, I beg your pardon, but you have to be blind if you hadn't noticed how violently he's in love with Miss Bennet, or shall I call her Mrs. Darcy? No, not yet, but soon enough, Mamma" "Anne! What nonsense are you talking! You know very well that you will marry Darcy, let's have no more of this, it's bad for your health" "I will not marry Darcy, I don't want to, I never did, nor did he, he loves Miss Bennet and she loves him, why shouldn't they marry? But leave it alone, the point is, I'm going to visit childhood friends, I will be gone for two months, may I send for the carrige?" "You! Don't want to marry Darcy! Anne, you are getting sicker" "I understand this is "yes", thank you, Mamma" "Anne! Wait! You are sick! you can't go outside in such weather! Anne! What ever came into your head? Come back!" Lady Catherine ran after Anne, but was surprised to see how quick Anne could walk, leaving Lady Catherine far behind, talked with the charioteer, and sharpened her tounge in the case she'll have to stand on her own once more, as she did: "Anne! Rude girl! You will kill yourself! You are sick!" "Your Ladyship, I am somewhat sick, that's right, but I'm sure fresh air and change will only help me" "Anne! And where will you sleep?" Asked Lady Catherine, sure that this time she won the argument. "It's up to the day: I will be two weeks at Miss Williams', two at Woodlawn Park-" "Woodlawn Park? Where is it? What have you got to do there?" "A friend from school lives there" "And that rude Miss Williams? Why shall you visit her? Maybe she is not alive?" "She is, she's a great deal younger than you, so if you, thank godness, are still alive, why shouldn't she? She's only ten years older than me" "Anne! You can't go! I don't allow you! Anne! You are sick!" But nobody heard it, because Anne went to her room, to pack. To be continued...

Anne, you go girl! ;-) (Thanks Ayelet!)

All right, Anne, you are on your way!!!!

I've been away from Spring for a few days and now I find that most of the fanfic is in archives..I must be allowed to say this: Inko, you have managed to make fitz a person i care about. i feel proud of him, not hesitating to interfere against injustice. And the foreshadowing when he asks Joe to keep quiet about it. So he did not like to have his private actions known to the world, even at this early age then!? You have so enchanted me, that I smiled to myself at his question'Will I be able to make friend ?' and made a tiny noice of concern. And he is so sweet asking Mr Stone about love. I have to agree with Mrs Reynolds, he is goodnatured. But pray tell, who is Edward? Aylet, Anne is so mature and wise for her years, I have read as far as the funeral and how she saw her mother as a human being. I liked that. About Mr Knightley...Cass, I have been waiting for that continuo for weeks...

I suppose I'll give this a try. Please be kind, gentle readers. This is my first ever attempt. Charlotte Spins a Web It was a rainy fall day in Kent. Charlotte Lucas Collins was sitting in her parlor at Hunsford Parsonage working at some sewing when she heard her maid open the outside door for delivery of the post. It sounded as though the rain and wind had worsened. Indeed it was not a day fit for man nor beast. This had not, however, prevented Charlotte from earlier in the day urging her husband to attend to his usual routine of waiting upon his patroness, Lady Catherine De Bourgh. Mr. Collins had set off for Ros ngs Park with his hat pulled firmly down about his ears, resolute in the duty to Lady Catherine that his wife had assured him was necessary despite the threatening look of the day. It was never difficult to persuade Mr. Collins that he was quite essential to Lady Catherine. This thought was quite in keeping with his view of his main purpose as clergyman of the Rosings Park neighborhood. These times of solitude were quite essential to the preservation of the harmony of the Collins household. Charlotte remembered once telling her friend Elizabeth how often she and Mr. Collins might spend a day without more than a few moments of time together. What she had not revealed to her friend was the intense relief she felt every moment that her husband was absent from her. When Mr. Collins had made his addresses to Charlotte a scant few days after her friend Elizabeth had refused those same offers to herself, Charlotte�s only concern in accepting him had been anticipation of how her friend might view such an action. Though a stupid man, William Collins was quite incapable of violence toward her, was quite eligible in his standard of life, and was attached to a great family of the land. Escaping spinster-hood, a mantle she had unwillingly begun to assume at the age of 27, nd securing a providential situation for herself was her one consuming purpose. Charlotte well knew, however, that she had sunk in her friend�s opinion when she accepted her new role as mistress of Hunsford Parsonage. From Charlotte�s perspective, though, Elizabeth had been quite foolhardy in her refusal of that post. Thus, a gulf of understanding separated the two friends from the closeness that they had shared previous to these events. Charlotte�s affection for Lizzy was unwavering. Lizzy�s affection for Charlotte was also quite strong. But the intimacy they had previously enjoyed, the camaraderie and confidence, was altered. As a result of this change and also her near constant solitude, Charlotte had taken to studying Lizzy carefully as one way of passing her days. She had had only had brief opportunity to do so in person in the past year--- when Lizzy had joined her father and sister in visiting Charlotte in the springtime. But Charlotte and Lizzy maintained a regular correspondence with one another. Charlotte eagerly and carefully read through all of Lizzy�s letters for clues as to all the particulars that might be omit ed as a result of their changed friendship. One situation Charlotte had been taking particular note of was the changing state of her friend�s feelings toward Mr. Darcy. Almost since the first moments of Mr. Darcy�s entrance into Meryton society Charlotte had noticed that he was quite taken with her charming friend. Fitzwilliam Darcy was all that Charlotte could ever imagine any woman hoping for in a husband. He was wealthy, respectable, sensible, handsome and of good connection. His only lack was notable amiability out amongst society. By righ he was a proud man. That he was also a quiet man of reserved disposition did little to endear him to the general populace. For Charlotte�s part, the only ill behavior she had ever noted of him was his initial slight to Lizzy. Amusingly enough, he had seemed to regret this attitude with haste. Charlotte had noted Lizzy�s determined refusal to dance with him at the very next assembly and had seen the admiration this challenge had sparked in Mr. Darcy. Indeed, by the time Lizzy had visited Hunsford in the spring, Fitzwilliam Darcy had been unable to tear his eyes from her. Though he did his best to maintain his composure, Darcy studied Elizabeth with a hungry desire that made Charlotte envy her friend�s good fortune. First he had called at the Parsonage immediately after his arrival at Rosings--- a practice highly unlikely to have occurred with only the Collinses as inducement. Then he had -- so the servants informed Charlotte -- called on Lizzy more than once when he had known her to be alone at the Parsonage. Thus, Charlotte had been only a little surprised when a report from the servants at Rosings had reached her that Mr. Darcy had written letters addressed to Miss Elizabeth Bennet! At least one such letter had been seen in his bed chamber. The most puzzling aspect of this situation was Lizzy�s sudden illness near the end of her time at Hunsford coupled with Mr. Darcy�s obvious discomfort when he called to take his leave at the parsonage. He had looked like a man in deep shock. Her sister, Maria, had als mentioned that Lizzy�s humor had been quite bad when she returned to the parsonage immediately following this call. Maria thought the letter Lizzy had apparently been reading over during her walk had been the cause. Could that letter have been from Mr. Darcy? Could it have met with Lizzy�s disapproval somehow? The idea that Lizzy could have refused even HIM was amazing to Charlotte. But try as she might to arrive at another possible conclusion, it was the only logical explanation for the events between those two. "What other reason could he have in writing to her but expression of his admiration? Why else could she have been so out of sorts?" Charlotte thought. Even Lizzy would have to have had some regret in refusing such an eligible offer (thought Charlotte), no matter how much she had convinced herself s e disliked the man making it. More significantly, Charlotte could see that Lizzy liked Darcy much more than Lizzy knew. They were both independent, intelligent, passionate people. In Charlotte�s opinion, Darcy was most likely the perfect mate for Elizabeth Bennet. A recent letter from Lizzy with information about her visit to Derbyshire and to Mr. Darcy�s great estate was therefore of intense interest to Charlotte. Apparently just returned from an evening at Mr. Darcy�s home, Lizzy described at length the beauty of that great estate. According to Lizzy, "Pemberly is a perfect invention of nature and beauty on the part of its owner... The decor of the house is elegant without being overdone by its occupants... The upstairs family Portrait Gallery is truly elegan - a perfect showplace for the distinguished artistry therein... The grounds are exceptionally arranged." Lizzy�s admiration of the estate was all stated in compliments to its owner. Lizzy had also noted that they had been received with great civility and gentlemanly behavior by Mr. Darcy on his unexpected return during the Gardiners� and Lizzy�s visit. "What a meeting that must have been!" thought Charlotte. Lizzy also related that Mr. Darcy had introduced her to his sister (effusively described as a lovely, delicate, accomplished young lady). "His sister! What a fine compliment all these attentions are to you, Lizzy," said Charlotte aloud to herself. The energy, the happiness, and the enthusiastic tone of this letter was quite different from letters Lizzy had sent in late spring and early summer. Those letters had shown a quiet and reflective Lizzy, one much dissatisfied with herself. In this letter fro Derbyshire, Charlotte had felt intense joy and vivacity flowing from her friend�s words. Charlotte began to anticipate a happy resolution to the relationship between Darcy and Lizzy after all. Unfortunately, Lydia�s scandalous elopement had come to light at this very time. Lady Lucas had written to Charlotte with all of the particulars that Mrs. Bennet had shared. Apparently Mrs. Bennet was unable to even leave her room, Mr. Bennet was off in London seeking the young couple and Lizzy and the Gardiners had been recalled from Derbyshire. The Bennets were spoken of as the most unfortunate of families. Recalling Lady Catherine�s officious comment, "Who would seek to connect themselves to such a f mily?" made Charlotte shudder in sympathy to her friend. The maid entered with two letters for Charlotte and one for Mr. Collins- from Sir William Lucas. One of Charlotte�s letters was from her mother. The other, indeed the more welcome of the two, was from Elizabeth. "Finally, Lizzy. I began to despair of when I might hear from you again." Charlotte knew that Elizabeth must have been terribly mortified by her sister�s conduct. Adding to this the discovery of her former favorite Wickham�s bad character, Lizzy must have suffered greatly. But Charlotte kne that consolation was impossible. She was deeply embarrassed by the triumphant visits of both her mother and husband to Longbourn. Much as she wished to offer comfort, she dreaded any action of hers being misinterpreted as being in agreement with those of her family. She had avoided writing to Elizabeth at all during this dreadful time. Elizabeth�s letter was somewhat brief, but brought joyous news for Jane and Mr. Bingley. "At last they are to be married! Jane is beautiful in her goodness and joy. Mr. Bingley is the luckiest of men. I believe they will be truly happy," said Elizabeth�s letter. One other line of the letter stood out. "Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy called on us three days after the arrival of the party at Netherfield. Mr. Darcy was off for London the next day. Mr. Bingley�s rekindled admiration of Jane soon led to their happy engagement. " "What about Mr. Darcy�s admiration of you?" said Charlotte aloud. "Mr. Darcy, calling at Longbourn and leaving the country immediately thereafter. What can be the meaning of this? How strange for two people so perfect for each other as you and Darcy to have such difficulty in coming to an understanding, Lizzy. Will you never learn to know your own heart? If not, what good do you do in waiting to follow it?" Charlotte continued to think on these things as she read her mother�s letter. Lady Lucas was not so erudite as to require one much attention of thought to understand her letters. One paragraph did catch Charlotte�s attention, though. "The Bennets are considered the luckiest of families. Jane is to marry Mr. Bingley. This will throw all of the Bennet girls into company with other rich men. Mr. Darcy has already called on Longbourn. Your father has long suspected an attachment between Mr. Darcy and El zabeth Bennet. One marriage so often leads to another. We shall see!" Charlotte laughed out loud wondering what would happen if Elizabeth were to hear of such idle gossip. Laughter soon gave way to quieter reflection on the matter. What if other forces came to work on the situation between Elizabeth and Darcy? How would she react to such a report? How would he? And who would dare to approach either of them with such a report? END, Part 1

I suppose I'll give this a try. Please be kind, gentle readers. This is my first ever attempt. Charlotte Spins a Web It was a rainy fall day in Kent. Charlotte Lucas Collins was sitting in her parlor at Hunsford Parsonage working at some sewing when she heard her maid open the outside door for delivery of the post. It sounded as though the rain and wind had worsened. Indeed it was not a day fit for man nor beast. This had not, however, prevented Charlotte from earlier in the day urging her husband to attend to his usual routine of waiting upon his patroness, Lady Catherine De Bourgh. Mr. Collins had set off for Ros ngs Park with his hat pulled firmly down about his ears, resolute in the duty to Lady Catherine that his wife had assured him was necessary despite the threatening look of the day. It was never difficult to persuade Mr. Collins that he was quite essential to Lady Catherine. This thought was quite in keeping with his view of his main purpose as clergyman of the Rosings Park neighborhood. These times of solitude were quite essential to the preservation of the harmony of the Collins household. Charlotte remembered once telling her friend Elizabeth how often she and Mr. Collins might spend a day without more than a few moments of time together. What she had not revealed to her friend was the intense relief she felt every moment that her husband was absent from her. When Mr. Collins had made his addresses to Charlotte a scant few days after her friend Elizabeth had refused those same offers to herself, Charlotte�s only concern in accepting him had been anticipation of how her friend might view such an action. Though a stupid man, William Collins was quite incapable of violence toward her, was quite eligible in his standard of life, and was attached to a great family of the land. Escaping spinster-hood, a mantle she had unwillingly begun to assume at the age of 27, nd securing a providential situation for herself was her one consuming purpose. Charlotte well knew, however, that she had sunk in her friend�s opinion when she accepted her new role as mistress of Hunsford Parsonage. From Charlotte�s perspective, though, Elizabeth had been quite foolhardy in her refusal of that post. Thus, a gulf of understanding separated the two friends from the closeness that they had shared previous to these events. Charlotte�s affection for Lizzy was unwavering. Lizzy�s affection for Charlotte was also quite strong. But the intimacy they had previously enjoyed, the camaraderie and confidence, was altered. As a result of this change and also her near constant solitude, Charlotte had taken to studying Lizzy carefully as one way of passing her days. She had had only had brief opportunity to do so in person in the past year--- when Lizzy had joined her father and sister in visiting Charlotte in the springtime. But Charlotte and Lizzy maintained a regular correspondence with one another. Charlotte eagerly and carefully read through all of Lizzy�s letters for clues as to all the particulars that might be omit ed as a result of their changed friendship. One situation Charlotte had been taking particular note of was the changing state of her friend�s feelings toward Mr. Darcy. Almost since the first moments of Mr. Darcy�s entrance into Meryton society Charlotte had noticed that he was quite taken with her charming friend. Fitzwilliam Darcy was all that Charlotte could ever imagine any woman hoping for in a husband. He was wealthy, respectable, sensible, handsome and of good connection. His only lack was notable amiability out amongst society. By righ he was a proud man. That he was also a quiet man of reserved disposition did little to endear him to the general populace. For Charlotte�s part, the only ill behavior she had ever noted of him was his initial slight to Lizzy. Amusingly enough, he had seemed to regret this attitude with haste. Charlotte had noted Lizzy�s determined refusal to dance with him at the very next assembly and had seen the admiration this challenge had sparked in Mr. Darcy. Indeed, by the time Lizzy had visited Hunsford in the spring, Fitzwilliam Darcy had been unable to tear his eyes from her. Though he did his best to maintain his composure, Darcy studied Elizabeth with a hungry desire that made Charlotte envy her friend�s good fortune. First he had called at the Parsonage immediately after his arrival at Rosings--- a practice highly unlikely to have occurred with only the Collinses as inducement. Then he had -- so the servants informed Charlotte -- called on Lizzy more than once when he had known her to be alone at the Parsonage. Thus, Charlotte had been only a little surprised when a report from the servants at Rosings had reached her that Mr. Darcy had written letters addressed to Miss Elizabeth Bennet! At least one such letter had been seen in his bed chamber. The most puzzling aspect of this situation was Lizzy�s sudden illness near the end of her time at Hunsford coupled with Mr. Darcy�s obvious discomfort when he called to take his leave at the parsonage. He had looked like a man in deep shock. Her sister, Maria, had als mentioned that Lizzy�s humor had been quite bad when she returned to the parsonage immediately following this call. Maria thought the letter Lizzy had apparently been reading over during her walk had been the cause. Could that letter have been from Mr. Darcy? Could it have met with Lizzy�s disapproval somehow? The idea that Lizzy could have refused even HIM was amazing to Charlotte. But try as she might to arrive at another possible conclusion, it was the only logical explanation for the events between those two. "What other reason could he have in writing to her but expression of his admiration? Why else could she have been so out of sorts?" Charlotte thought. Even Lizzy would have to have had some regret in refusing such an eligible offer (thought Charlotte), no matter how much she had convinced herself s e disliked the man making it. More significantly, Charlotte could see that Lizzy liked Darcy much more than Lizzy knew. They were both independent, intelligent, passionate people. In Charlotte�s opinion, Darcy was most likely the perfect mate for Elizabeth Bennet. A recent letter from Lizzy with information about her visit to Derbyshire and to Mr. Darcy�s great estate was therefore of intense interest to Charlotte. Apparently just returned from an evening at Mr. Darcy�s home, Lizzy described at length the beauty of that great estate. According to Lizzy, "Pemberly is a perfect invention of nature and beauty on the part of its owner... The decor of the house is elegant without being overdone by its occupants... The upstairs family Portrait Gallery is truly elegan - a perfect showplace for the distinguished artistry therein... The grounds are exceptionally arranged." Lizzy�s admiration of the estate was all stated in compliments to its owner. Lizzy had also noted that they had been received with great civility and gentlemanly behavior by Mr. Darcy on his unexpected return during the Gardiners� and Lizzy�s visit. "What a meeting that must have been!" thought Charlotte. Lizzy also related that Mr. Darcy had introduced her to his sister (effusively described as a lovely, delicate, accomplished young lady). "His sister! What a fine compliment all these attentions are to you, Lizzy," said Charlotte aloud to herself. The energy, the happiness, and the enthusiastic tone of this letter was quite different from letters Lizzy had sent in late spring and early summer. Those letters had shown a quiet and reflective Lizzy, one much dissatisfied with herself. In this letter fro Derbyshire, Charlotte had felt intense joy and vivacity flowing from her friend�s words. Charlotte began to anticipate a happy resolution to the relationship between Darcy and Lizzy after all. Unfortunately, Lydia�s scandalous elopement had come to light at this very time. Lady Lucas had written to Charlotte with all of the particulars that Mrs. Bennet had shared. Apparently Mrs. Bennet was unable to even leave her room, Mr. Bennet was off in London seeking the young couple and Lizzy and the Gardiners had been recalled from Derbyshire. The Bennets were spoken of as the most unfortunate of families. Recalling Lady Catherine�s officious comment, "Who would seek to connect themselves to such a f mily?" made Charlotte shudder in sympathy to her friend. The maid entered with two letters for Charlotte and one for Mr. Collins- from Sir William Lucas. One of Charlotte�s letters was from her mother. The other, indeed the more welcome of the two, was from Elizabeth. "Finally, Lizzy. I began to despair of when I might hear from you again." Charlotte knew that Elizabeth must have been terribly mortified by her sister�s conduct. Adding to this the discovery of her former favorite Wickham�s bad character, Lizzy must have suffered greatly. But Charlotte kne that consolation was impossible. She was deeply embarrassed by the triumphant visits of both her mother and husband to Longbourn. Much as she wished to offer comfort, she dreaded any action of hers being misinterpreted as being in agreement with those of her family. She had avoided writing to Elizabeth at all during this dreadful time. Elizabeth�s letter was somewhat brief, but brought joyous news for Jane and Mr. Bingley. "At last they are to be married! Jane is beautiful in her goodness and joy. Mr. Bingley is the luckiest of men. I believe they will be truly happy," said Elizabeth�s letter. One other line of the letter stood out. "Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy called on us three days after the arrival of the party at Netherfield. Mr. Darcy was off for London the next day. Mr. Bingley�s rekindled admiration of Jane soon led to their happy engagement. " "What about Mr. Darcy�s admiration of you?" said Charlotte aloud. "Mr. Darcy, calling at Longbourn and leaving the country immediately thereafter. What can be the meaning of this? How strange for two people so perfect for each other as you and Darcy to have such difficulty in coming to an understanding, Lizzy. Will you never learn to know your own heart? If not, what good do you do in waiting to follow it?" Charlotte continued to think on these things as she read her mother�s letter. Lady Lucas was not so erudite as to require one much attention of thought to understand her letters. One paragraph did catch Charlotte�s attention, though. "The Bennets are considered the luckiest of families. Jane is to marry Mr. Bingley. This will throw all of the Bennet girls into company with other rich men. Mr. Darcy has already called on Longbourn. Your father has long suspected an attachment between Mr. Darcy and El zabeth Bennet. One marriage so often leads to another. We shall see!" Charlotte laughed out loud wondering what would happen if Elizabeth were to hear of such idle gossip. Laughter soon gave way to quieter reflection on the matter. What if other forces came to work on the situation between Elizabeth and Darcy? How would she react to such a report? How would he? And who would dare to approach either of them with such a report? END, Part 1

apologies for the double post

Genette, this is fun! I look forward to more.

Genette, great work! I like Charlotte's way of thinking--always thought she knew and saw more than anyone else about Darcy and Lizzie!! Nicely done!

Genette, you did a great job for your first time. I look forward to the conclusion. It never would have occurred to me that this would make a great story. It has also given me an idea. Maybe someone should write a story on Mr. Collins proposal to Charlotte. Might be fun!!

Chapter 15 One of the servants addressed Anne: "Er... Miss, can I tell you that you were brave, once again? it would be sad these weeks without you, but at least I know I can trust you, that you returned to your own self again, I didn't know what happened to you in the last sixteen years" "Oh! Yes- thank you, Sarah" Anne remembered the names of the servants from her childhood, they were kind to her in her worst days, they liked her, and she liked them, she never thought of being above speaking with them as human beings "How is your cough today? I hope it's not getting worse" "Oh, no, Miss, it's much better, Miss, thank you. Can I help you with something?" "Yes, thank you, Sarah. Can you help me to find proper clothes?" "Oh, sure, Miss" Sarah opened the closet "There, here's a nice one, don't you think?" "Yes, it's perfect. Can you do the rest of the packing please? I've got to do many other things to do" "With pleasure, Miss" "Thank you, Sarah" Anne went to write to Anna and Miss Williams. She checked the addresses again, yes, she had them both, clearly written, that address was Anna's gift to Anne, She decided to write to Anna first: To Miss Anna Lane, (Anne was somehow sure Anna didn't marry yet) I must introduce myself first, you probably don't remember me, I am Anne De Bourg, I have been in school with you, the little brown haired girl you always talked with, with the china doll she pretended to be alive, do you remember? I sencirely hope you do. For I am going to call on you in a fortnight, and stay for a fortnight, if it doesn't fit you, please write and inform me. Yours, etc. Anne De Bourg Anne attached to the letter a picture of Woodlawn Park, that she drew when she was six and a half years old. Now, she had to write to Miss Willaims, that was easier, for Miss Williams often suggested Anne to call on her, and "Remember the good old days", and Anne always replied that she would wish to, but she cannot yet, not before she takes enough courge to talk bravely with her mother, and that may take time, she was sure that Miss Williams would be glad to have her visit: To Miss Elenor Williams, You would be probably be delighted to know, my dearest friend, that I can come and call on you, I would be there, god willing, on march fifth ----, we may talk, as you wish, of the good old days, and tell each other of our lives, I am sure it would be most exciting to hear your story, and I hope you would find mine interesting, for so much happened when you were not here. Anyway, I leave it all to you to find out, Yours, etc. A. De bourg To be continued...

Genette, thank you. That is a very interesting angle...both Charlotte ... and Sir William knew from the very beginning that something was likely to happen..and they did try to help it happen.Can't see any signs of first time...and remember, you don't perform to strangers.;-) I am keeping my fingers crossed for Anne, hope Anna will be found, they seemed to be such close friends. Thanks, Aylet.

CRISIS AT PEMBERLY CHAPTER ELEVEN For Georgiana and Captain Denny passage on the Merryweather was a great emotional release. As they stood on the deck reaching the open sea Denny remarked, "Free at last! The beginning of a life without portent." Georgiana was of mixed feelings, "I trust we are doing the right thing." He squeezed her hand as if to reassure her. Neither noticed the small boat remnant to the north as the voyage progressed. Charlotte Collins had not received word from Elizabeth as time had drawn near for Georgiana's departure. Miss Darcy had chosen to remain at Rosings to assist Caroline and occupy familiar company. On the night of the 16th Mr. and Mrs. Collins had attended the couple's farewell dinner at the Manor. Lady Catherine had not yet emerged from her room. Nothing had proved remedy for her despondency. Captain Denny arrived, and despite the awkwardness of the situation, was at ease in conversation. "We are so anxiou to be at sea. By this time tomorrow the Merryweather will have us underway to Lisbon." "Captain are you quite sure there are no other options?" Caroline pleaded. "May you not appeal to the Darcys for acceptance of this relationship? I do not believe this action is warranted by the experience of Wickham. Georgiana, you were so much younger then and given your feelings for Richard, Darcy is certain to make some accommodation." "I am sorry, but if you value my feelings, I would beg for your support in this matter," she replied. "Our course is set. We will pay the price. Perhaps, some day if things change..." But that was the only concession she would imply. Charlotte, however, was determined to know their plan to its end, for she had little sympathy for their pretense of changing lifestyles. "If Lisbon is your destination how will you live in such a country?" Captain Denny was not completely forthcoming, "But it is not our "final" destination. We will spend only time enough there to secure passage to a pleasing location of English speaking people. I have a distant relation to whom I have sent word of our need for residence. It shall not require a great deal of adaptation." It was only two hours after their encounter with the Merryweather that the Darcys were rescued at last. Shortly after the ship had receded from view, land was sighted placing them near the mouth of the Thames. A small sailing craft resembling a yawl was then sighted on a direct path to their location. From the sea they were taken to medical facilities in London and after a week's recuperation, returned to Pemberly. With the exception of Darcy's leg they both were in reasonable health. He was able to hobbl with help, but was anticipating two months of relative inactivity. Never had Elizabeth been so thankful to be in Derbyshire! It was the following day, when, hearing of their homecoming, the Bingley's paid a visit to the Manor. After each couple's account of recent events, including Charles' sincerest expression of remorse for his actions in Parliament, attention turned to the elopement. "We were able to determine that Georgiana and Captain Denny were on board the Merryweather," Elizabeth announced. "If not for the storm or a more prodigious current we might have made the interception. It was unfortunate to have come so close without a favorable outcome after all that we had endured. On the other hand if only we had not seen the letter from Lydia, time would then not have been a concern. I imagine by now they have congratulated themselves over a successful escape." "He is a decent sort of chap, " Bingley proclaimed, "he helped me to realize that coming home was the best thing I could have chosen. It raised my spirits." "Since when have abduction and desertion become attributes of decency?" countered Mr. Darcy. "And was it honourable to flee without a word or solicitation to the family? I think not." Elizabeth objected "But he knew the consequence of approaching us at Pemberly. Had he the slightest hope of success it might have been attempted. Could Georgiana have made you react otherwise?" Jane added, "He is but a young man who admired a girl of poise and beauty. He could not bear to lose her by incurring your objection or wrath. Perhaps we might have given him some post which served both our estates." "Then you are all against me?" William was frustrated. "No one sees the impropriety of an elopement with Captain Denny? I cannot accept this resolution. I will not give up attempting to recover my sister." Bingley, wanting to ease the mounting antagonism, suggested, " Might we all visit Lady Catherine? I have word from my sister that Lady de Bourgh is not well and does not come out of her room." Elizabeth, was not of much enthusiasm for such an undertaking, nevertheless, it would permit a paying a call on Charlotte, and hence she supported the proposition, "Yes, William, as reluctant as I am of further travel it is an obligation we cannot escape and the resolution of her situation may serve us all well." As they were about to depart for Rosings two days hence, when yet another express arrived. It was from her father. It read, "Lizzy I hope not to alarm you, but your sister Kitty has left Longbourn on her own. Hill discovered her room to be empty yesterday morning without much of her wardrobe remaining. We have traced her as far as Meryton where she secured passage with her aunt and uncle under the excuse of visiting Lady Catherine at Rosings Park. We have had no such invitation, however, and would never have permitted such an imposition on Mr. and Mrs. Philips. Have you had word from her? Your mother has taken ill over the ev nts and has retreated to her room under some distress. I am certain that there is a reasonable explanation to all this and expect it to be unrelated to the recent elopements, but who really knows? Also I do recall a letter arriving for Kitty two days past but have not any idea of its contents or its current location. Please advise at your earliest convenience. Best wishes and all my love. Father" "I expect she intends to help Caroline with Lady Catherine, or perhaps the letter was written by Georgiana before their departure," remarked Elizabeth. "It would be like Kitty to attempt an interception on her own." The trip to Rosings was uneventful. Conversation was often directed to the discussion of alternatives for Lady Catherine. Darcy was anxious to review an account of the past year's expenses. Miss Bingley was extremely receptive to their arrival and especially delighted to welcome Charles and Jane. Lady Catherine awaited them in the drawing room. Once again a discourse of past events was undertaken. Elizabeth was so involved that she had completely forgotten her father's letter nor was the absence of Kitty and her aunt and uncle given any attention.

Chapter 16 It was two days since Anne decided to visit her friends, and she was about to get into the carrige. Suddenly, she heard a loud, horrible scream, breaking the peace of country. Anne's insincts told her what it meant, and who yelled so, but Sarah took care to inform her of it: "Oh! Miss! I have not seen her Ladyship so angry since you told her what you thought of her, years ago, can you ever guess what happened?" and here Sarah stopped, to get back her breath, but Anne used this silence to guess: "Darcy marries Miss Bennet?" "Miss what?" "Miss Bennet. That girl from the country, who came here on april, that archy, pretty, witty one, Mrs. Collins's friend." "Oh, yes, Miss, you got it, Miss, I heard her Ladyship say her name, but couldn't hear it properly. I hope these news aren't unwelcome?" "Oh, no! Sarah, don't worry, I never loved Darcy, but my hate was nothing to his" "So, Miss, are you glad he marries?" "Glad? I couldn't be happier! Miss Bennet would not marry anybody unless she loves him, you could tell. You must remember the day he purposed and Lousia was accidently hearing. So if she married him, he must have became a real gentleman. Indeed, I am glad, I wish them nothing but happiness" The screams they heard showed very clearly that the mother did not share her daughter's view of the engagements, she declared that Miss Bennet was rude, headstrong, stupid, in trade, daughter of traders, and she wished Darcy had never met her, that she would never have tempted him and caught him in her net of evil, of trade, that rude Miss Bennet! How dare she ruin such love as the one that Anne, dearest Anne, and Darcy shared! And the shades of Pemberly! What pullution are they going to get! The mistress of Pemberly, in trade! "Oh, my, her Ladyship has a very different opinion!" Anne laughed slightly "Yes, she has, Sarah. This is one of the not-very-rare things we disagree about. I kept silent till now, but she shall hear my opinion, if it comforts her, I am glad, if it doesn't, plenty other people here would be glad" And with that, Anne went to the drawing room "Your Ladyship?" "What, Anne?" "I just want to tell you, that you can stop being sorry for me, I never loved Darcy, and never wanted to marry him, so, altough it might give you some pains, I want to tell you I am glad that Darcy married, it freed me from the thought of marrying somebody I hate, for I hate him, when he was a child, I only hated the idea, but now, when he became so proud, I hate him too. If Miss Bennet wants to marry him, she must really love him. And if he wants, despite his prejudice of people who do not have much mone , to marry her. Well, bless them, I wish them only joy", Anne saw from the corner of her eye that most of the servants were now standing at the door. "Anne! How could you! You know very well that Miss Bennet is only wanting Darcy's money!" "No, she is more than a golddigger. But if you have more to say on this subject, I beg your pardon, but I must go, we shall talk about it later" Anne heard quiet cheers from the door, she smiled, and waved them all farewell, Anne was leaving Kent. To be continued...

(sorry to take so long with this, been out of town on business) Hope you like it! Charlotte Spins a Web, conclusion Charlotte�s reverie was interrupted by the return of her husband to the parsonage. Though Lady Catherine had granted him use of a carriage for his trip home, he was still quite wet from being caught in the rain on his journey to Rosings. "My dear, we are invited to dinner at Rosings Park this evening. Lady Catherine has even offered to send her carriage back to wait upon us in an hour�s time so that we shall not be importuned by the weather. Is she not the soul of generosity?" prattled Mr. Collins. Charlotte replied with mild patience. "Yes, of course, my dear. Lady Catherine is quite kind to us in her remarkable attentions." Charlotte knew the responses expected of her on the subject of Lady Catherine by rote. Standing to help Mr. Collins with his coat, Charlotte remembered his letter from her father. "The post has arrived, my dear. You have a letter from my father." she said, handing him the letter. Charlotte hung Mr. Collins� coat in its proper place. Mr. Collins placed his hat carefully on the rack. He turned to Charlotte and accepted his letter. He smiled broadly and leaned toward Charlotte to confide, "I am completely overwhelmed by her attentions! Lady Catherine was kind enough today to suggest a selection of appropriate sermon topics from which to choose for Miss Anne�s wedding. Such an honor! Such distinction! I dare say that presiding as clergyman in the uniting of two such noble persons must be a very high honor. I am overwhelmed, indeed. With this said, he left the room humming to himself before Charlotte could even respond to his statements. Charlotte considered what Mr. Collins was meaning. Lady Catherine had long cherished the belief that Mr. Darcy would marry her daughter. As to the feelings of the two principally concerned in that scheme, Darcy had seemed completely indifferent to his cousin when Charlotte had observed them together. For that matter, so had Anne De Bourgh! Lady Catherine seemed quite alone in her hope that the two would unite. Lady Catherine. Now there was a person who would dare to confront anyone! Especially as concerned the interests of her estate. Would Darcy bow to his aunt�s wishes? Charlotte thought not. Darcy had seemed impervious to all of his aunt�s opinions when he had visited Rosings Park. Though he had politely attempted to conceal his discomfort, it had been easy for her to see that he did not agree with many of Lady Catherine�s assertions or give much credit to her follies. Darcy had seemed completely intent on his thoughts of Elizabeth. And Elizabeth. Elizabeth delighted in nothing so much as deflating the self-importance those who thought themselves above her. Just look at how she had treated Darcy! Such behavior as Lady Catherine would be likely to exhibit with Elizabeth in a dispute over Darcy might even help Elizabeth to see clearly her own feelings. Perhaps Lady Catherine might be of some use after all. With proper management, Charlotte thought this situation capable of a turn in which all concerned, except perhaps Lady Catherine, would benefit. Mr. Collins went to his room to change into dry clothing and read his letter. Charlotte waited patiently for his return. "Charlotte? Charlotte!" cried Mr. Collins, scurrying down the staircase some minutes later. "I am exceedingly puzzled by this letter from your father. In it he reports that it is believed Miss Jane Bennet will weds Mr. Darcy�s friend, Mr. Bingley. Then he says, here, I shall read� 'It is believed that this may not be the only such celebration approaching. Other gentlemen�s attentions to the ladies of Longbourn are a matter of much interest as well...' Whatever can he mean by this?" "Yes, my dear. Jane is to marry Mr. Bingley. I have received the same glad tidings. I have had letters from both my mother and your Cousin Elizabeth." said Charlotte in her most matter of fact manner. In this same way she continued, "As to the other, it is also reported that Elizabeth may wed Mr. Darcy soon following her sister�s wedding." "What?" cried Collins, his astonishment plain to see. "That is impossible. Mr. Darcy to marry Cousin Elizabeth? You must be mistaken. Mr. Darcy is to marry Miss Anne De Bourgh. I have it on the highest authority." Carefully, Charlotte advised her husband. "Do not be so surprised by this engagement, my dear. Elizabeth is a very lively, charming young woman. Mr. Darcy has been in company with her many times during the past year. I know that you--- who are so perceptive--- must have noticed his attentions to her." As she had expected, Mr. Collins� vanity led him to consider Charlotte�s assertions. "Yes, yes. I have in truth noted several times� well, well. At the Netherfield Ball he did ask her to stand up with him, and he did talk with her several times here this past spring�" he nodded as he recollected all of the times he now remembered noticing attentions from Darcy to Elizabeth. "My dear, I have even been informed by the servants that he wrote her letters when she was here in the spring. At least one such letter was seen in his bedchamber the morning before he departed Rosings Park!" confided Charlotte. Mr. Collins� shock at this revelation was quite evident. "Letters! Cousin Elizabeth engaged to Mr. Darcy! It must be so. Oh, my dear. To know of such ill tidings! What shall I ever say to Lady Catherine? Oh, what shall I do?" "My dear, you must be of assistance to Lady Catherine. You must tell her the truth. If she were to hear it from any other and realize you had not warned her�" Charlotte paused as Mr. Collins paled at the thought. "� she would be most displeased indeed. You are her clergyman after all." Mr. Collins was a much pastier shade of white than usual. Perspiration beaded his lip. Charlotte couldn�t help but feel a little sorry for what he must be feeling. That he was not a brave man was no secret to her. "Of course you are right, dear Charlotte," he croaked after a moment�s reflection. "Your wise advice does you credit. I only wish that I knew of some assistance to offer her." He then began to practice to himself phrases which might ingratiate him to his patroness. "Cousin Elizabeth, no, no, don�t say cousin. Elizabeth, yes, Miss Elizabeth Bennet must be out for Mr. Darcy�s fortune! He must have been taken in by her. Her arts and allurements�" Collins glanced quickly at his wife. Charlotte only looked at him, but he set off on another approach to the subject all the same. "After her younger sister�s misstep I wonder that she has the presumption to aspire to such an advantageous match. Even if all her sisters were to marry respectable men like Mr. Bingley it would not make her worthy of such a noble personage as Mr. Darcy - your own nephew, Lady Catherine! It seems impossible for her to make such a match." Charlotte was ashamed of her husband�s lack of familial loyalty as well as his petty resentment at the idea of his cousin�s good fortune. This made her direction of him easier. "Mr. Collins, perhaps you are correct in your assumption of Elizabeth�s motives and perhaps you are not. However, this does not change the report of their engagement. You must be the one to gently break this news to Lady Catherine. Who but you could advise her so appropriately at such a time?" said Charlotte assuringly. "Yes, yes, my dear, I am sure that you are right. No one else could possibly be of as much comfort to her as her clergyman. Yes, yes. That is quite right." Mr. Collins seemed to convince himself. Yet as they arrived at Rosings Park some moments later his ill color and perspiring state returned. "Anne is not well enough to join us this evening. We shall have to make do as best we may in overcoming the loss of her company," pronounced Lady Catherine by way of greeting. "Indeed, sir, you do not look well yourself. Whatever is troubling you?" "Y..y..you are� ever the soul of graciousness and condescension, your ladyship," replied Mr. Collins, stammering and shaking in his speech. "Please do not concern yourself. My health is good. Indeed, I am well. I am only distressed." "But of course you are distressed to be deprived of Anne�s company," nodded Lady Catherine. "That is well and good, for she is such a charming and well-bred young woman. Who would not be so?" Lady Catherine looked expectantly to Mr. Collins for his expected and usual replies given such an opening. Mr. Collins swallowed hard at the lump in his throat. The perspiration fairly flew from his brow. "Indeed, Miss De Bourgh is... I am, of course, saddened to be deprived of her charming company," he said, stiffening his shoulders visibly. "I must confess, however, that I am also distressed by the existence of a report which I feel called upon� by my position as a clergyman� to share with you this night. I only hope that the report may prove to be false or alterable and that I might be of some comfort and use to you in this difficult�" Mr. Collins broke off as Lady Catherine interrupted him. "What report are you speaking of? I must have my share of it. This instant! Do not keep me in suspense," she called out archly. "Lady Catherine, it is indeed my sad duty to inform you that it is reported of that the fortunes of the Bennet family of Longbourn have taken a most dramatic turn. Miss Jane Bennet is engaged to marry Mr. Bingley - dear friend of your own nephew, Mr. Darcy," he hesitantly related. "Well, that is a most unfortunate alliance, indeed," said Lady Catherine, her eyes narrowing. "But what can you mean in offering to console with me so on that matter? I will certainly express my disapproval to my nephew, Darcy, and hope for his friend�s sake that he may be shaken from this ill-advised course of action in due time. But what can you mean in relating THAT news in such a manner?" Mr. Collins quaked under Lady Catherine�s steady gaze and continued, "Your ladyship would be most kind and gracious in advising Mr. Bingley of his folly." Mr. Collins noted Lady Catherine tapping her fan against her chair arm with impatience. "I am more concerned, however, with a report that Mr. Darcy has allowed himself to be affected by his friend�s actions and, undoubtedly, by the allurements and the willful attentions... of his friend�s fianc�e�s sister..." Mr. Collins was unable to continue. "Allurements of his fianc�e�s sister? What, Miss Bennett? Willful attentions? What are you saying of my nephew?" cried Lady Catherine. "You cannot possibly mean to imply that he has so forgotten himself, forgotten his duty to family and respectability, as to have gotten attached with one of the Miss Bennets?! Mr. Darcy is to marry Anne! It was the wish of both his mother and hers." Charlotte was amazed at the changes Lady Catherine�s complexion underwent. First, her countenance lost all of its color (emphasizing the resemblance between her and her daughter), then, just as quickly, her face was suffused with a startling shade of purple. The veins in her neck stood out in a most dramatic fashion and her lips pursed together so tightly that Charlotte feared she might somehow burst. Mr. Collins cowered and emitted a noise somewhere between a mew and a whimper. Charlotte spoke up. "Lady Catherine, my husband is referring to a common report that your nephew is engaged to or likely to soon be engaged to Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Undoubtedly the excitement over Mr. Bingley�s engagement to Jane Bennet has made people eager for another wedding. You know how these things� well� perhaps the situation is not beyond alteration of some sort. May we be of assistance to you in any way?" To her husband she added, "William, fetch her ladyship a glass of wine for her present relief." Lady Catherine howled, "I know that Mr. Darcy is to marry my daughter! I know that the �people� who are eager, as you say, must principally include Miss Bennet! I know that he could not possibly be involved with such a common girl! I will see that this report is universally contradicted at once! This is not to be born! Could the upstart pretensions of a headstrong young woman, a woman without fortune, family, connection, possibly be supported? Indeed not." Lady Catherine knocked the proffered glass of wine from Mr. Collins� hand to the floor, shattering the piece. He cowered before her. Charlotte, with all apparent meekness, fetched the servant to clear the remains of the glass. Lady Catherine calmed herself, mollified by the Collinses attendance of her, and continued. "Mr. Collins. You will write to this young girl�s parents at once. You will advise them of my objections to such a match. You will tell them that she must be made to give up her ridiculous pretensions. You must act for me in this matter!" she declared. "I will not allow this match to take place!" Following a long evening of such declarations the Collinses set off for the parsonage. After seeing Lady Catherine buzz about for the entire evening with more anger than even Mr. Collins� insufferable bees, Charlotte was glad to escape Rosings Park. Upon their arrival home, Mr. Collins immediately set about his appointed task. He completed his letter that night and gave it to his dear wife to hand to the post. Though Charlotte knew well that the letter was meant urgently for Longbourn, she took some additional time to consider her suppositions of how either Mr. Darcy or Elizabeth would react to the report of their relationship that she had so inflated. She held onto Mr. Collins� letter for a few days while she pondered the matter further. Upon hearing of Lady Catherine�s departure for Longbourn, however, she sent Mr. Collins� missive on its way to Mr. Bennet at last. Some days later a short letter from Mr. Bennet arrived for Mr. Collins. "Dear Sir, I must trouble you once more for congratulations. Elizabeth will soon be the wife of Mr. Darcy. Console Lady Catherine as well as you can. But, if I were you, I would stand by the nephew. He has more to give. Yours sincerely, &c." Charlotte read over this note with great satisfaction. When a note came from Elizabeth the following day she pored over her friend�s lengthy and excited descriptions of the upcoming festivities and all her expected joy. As to Mr. Darcy�s proposal, Elizabeth did own that "he had somehow been given reason by universal reports to believe I might receive his attentions with joy. I know not how such a report came about regarding my feelings for Mr. Darcy, but I do love him and am exceedingly grateful that th ngs have turned out as they have. I shall be happy, indeed." "Indeed you shall, my friend. I hope that your lot in marriage will be all that you have ever desired," said Charlotte to herself as she put away the letter and returned to her sewing. Knowing that her friend was well pleased added to Charlotte�s pleasure in the day. Soon she would write back and then anticipate the excitement of the festivities in Hertfordshire. For today, her solitude felt comfortable and right. She settled back with a sigh of contentment.

So it was Charlotte! Genette, you have a real gift for this; thanks so much for sharing your largesse with us!