Oups, tried to stop it but....

I just enjoy reading everything everyone writes.:-)

So do I and was only indulging in the swwet picture of girls in park. No offense intended as I know everybody is quite capable of writing their own story. Just love it all so far,Inko, have saved part 8 and 9 for more peaceful moment... As for Georgianas worries about her brother I have only started to read... but that suspected tear on cheek of Fitz ...oohh...

great stuff, inko. keep 'em coming. and yes, ann2: i have to agree with you there about the tear on the cheek... i got an emotional response myself.

Though I am at work and really ought not to... I've read about Fitz learning to be sociable and rather mature in circle of friends(!) and family, ...loved his father's remark about him probably beeing shy and uncomfortable among strangers! And naughty Georgie boy never doing his homework and gossiping with his mother and sisters. He practised his charms whenever he got a chans, eyh? Two examples of the very good foreshadowing you are giving us Inko.

For all those who have trouble reading the stories here--since this page takes a long time to load and parts of stories are scattered about, I have collected everything together and made a home page for our stories. New posts should still come in here, I will then take them and put them up on the new page. Here is the the link: Derbyshire Writers Guild I'd appreciate feedback on improving it. Happy reading!

Whoops, I must have typed that wrong. Here it is again: Derbyshire Writers Guild

naughty Georgie boy Georgie, porgy, pudding and pie, Kissed the girls and made them cry. When the boys came out to play, Georgie porgie ran away. (originally said about the Prince Regent, but it fits Wickham too, don't you think?) Inko, I am so glad that Fitz likes geography and history!And that there is a Canadian connection!

naughty Georgie boy Georgie, porgy, pudding and pie, Kissed the girls and made them cry. When the boys came out to play, Georgie porgie ran away. (originally said about the Prince Regent, but it fits Wickham too, don't you think?) Inko, I am so glad that Fitz likes geography and history!And that there is a Canadian connection!

Cannot explain THAT double-post!Great idea, Ann. I wish I had had a chance to correct my grammer tho! ABFARCE was done in a real hurry!

oh ann! i'm ovejoyed! thank you, thank you for creating the home page! i shall bookmark it promptly.

oh ann! i'm ovejoyed! thank you, thank you for creating the home page! i shall bookmark it promptly.

Ann, would it be possible to date each story on the new home page? It would be easier to pick out new stuff.

"Cannot explain THAT double-post!Great idea, Ann. I wish I had had a chance to correct my grammer tho! ABFARCE was done in a real hurry!" Caroline, if you want to edit your stuff, send it to me by e-mail and I will update it. "Ann, would it be possible to date each story on the new home page? It would be easier to pick out new stuff. " Mich, I'll think about it.

That message to Caroline about editing her stuff, is only for editing. Please post new stuff here.

Very nice, Ann! It would be nice if the new pages could become the complete archive for this topic. So we would not have to duplicate Ann's work in Spring Cleaning. Comments on the pieces could be treated as "review quotes, " you know like on the back and first few pages of paperbacks? Other comments? Maybe we could lose them or think of another way to incorporate them. Ann, would you be open to having a volunteer work with you to make such a thing possible? If you are like me, it might be hard.

I don't know Amy. If someone wants to collect the review quotes, I'll link them to the stories, but I think that it would be hard to do, for example some of the quotes refer to different pieces in the same message. I'll leave it for someone else.

Ann- Thank you for the effort. I noted the FoF stories had the following copyright notice, which I think we need attached to our stories in a similar, if not identical, way. Copyright 1996 All content herein is held in copyright by the individual authors whose works are included here. Copying is prohibited except by permission of the authors or artists.

My third attempt today to post this - got kicked off each time before. RE #305: Anne2, glad you like the foreshadowing. But then we know that "those who are good natured as children are good natured when they grow up." So the reverse could be true, those who are lazy, vain, and gossipy as children are probably so when they grow up!;-) RE #308: Caroline, I love the Georgie Porgy analogy. It suits Wickham very well. I'd forgotten that it was said about Prinny. Also glad you approve of the Canadian connection. I was trying to think of where he might have been and Canada seemed a logical choice. After all those pesky former colonials (ingrates or D*** George III, as an Englishman said while travelling along the California coast) might decide to invade up north!;-) RE #318: Thanks Cecily, I think you're right. My husband told me the other day that I should copyright my Little Fitz, but I thought it was too late since it was already posted on the Internet.

"Ann- Thank you for the effort. I noted the FoF stories had the following copyright notice, which I think we need attached to our stories in a similar, if not identical, way. Copyright 1996 All content herein is held in copyright by the individual authors whose works are included here. Copying is prohibited except by permission of the authors or artists. " I asked Henry about this and he said that he thought that there was an implicit copyright on everything, so a message like that wasn't necessary. He also said he wasn't a lawyer and did not know for sure. Does anyone out there know what we need to do to copyright this stuff?

Ann, My husband is a lawyer and since he suggested a copyright I think it would be a good idea to put in a disclaimer like the one suggested. It certainly can't hurt!;-) P.S. I don't think there is such a thing as an implicit copyright; I think one has to be very explicit about it.

Sorry, I just checked with my resident lawyer! He says Henry is right, there is such a thing as an implicit copyright under common law. But he suggested that it would be better, for those that have a single author, to put "Copyrighted 1997 by [name]. Of course, if you can make a small c in a circle, that would be shorter, but I wouldn't know how to do that and it's not on my keyboard. Hope this answers your questions.

Ann and Inko - absolutely splendid! Your writings are so enjoyable I might be endanger spending even more time on the web just to sample these delights.

I don't think there is such a thing as an implicit copyright; I think one has to be very explicit about it. This may actually vary from nation to nation, so it probably would not hurt to put some kind of explicit copyright language in original material.

So, Ann, may we trouble you to put the copyright year (1996 or 1997, depending on actual first posting date) next to each scene you transfer? Then maybe Amy or Henry could insert a broad copyright 1996, 1997 statement at the top header of this topic thread for us too, while it's still here and for when it's left in archive. Much appreciated, everyone.

© 1997, Done.

Ann, thanks and very clever. How did you do the c in the circle?

How did you do the c in the circle? It's probably in the font. But I did not realize that it would be the same keystroke across platforms. I wonder if this will work, too? Probably only for Mac users... If it works, you may see little graphics such as bunnies, sheep, birds and litle Macintoshes. If not, I hope it does not mess anything up! � � � � � �

Hmmmm it does work - but I guessed wrong about what the smallest size was. Mac users will see the pictures - what do others see? � � � � � � �

I see various sized Y with two dots over them, from small to large! I'm on an IBM clone with windows95. Sorry!

HC says that is what is supposed to be displayed - but in some Mac fonts they have put in little pictures instead. You must be using Geneva instead of Times as your browser's default proportional font to see the keystroke pictures.

HTML has codes for all sorts of characters including © and £ and ¿. I have a list of them in my HTML for Dummies-Quick Reference book. When I wrote the tutorial I also had to figure out how to make < and > appear without the browser interpreting them as tags.

I also had to figure out how to make appear without the browser interpreting them as tags. BTW, Ann, it would be a good idea to explain in the tutorial that you have left spaces after and before the brackets, but when they are used as tags, there should not be any spaces. People are trying to copy and paste your examples, but they will not work with the spaces in them.

Okay! Joan.

BE NOT ALARMED (Bits and pieces to form a patchwork) Darcy was furious and agitated as the door slammed behind him. How eagerly he had been entering that same door not an hour ago. He now felt as if he could not get away from Hunsford fast enough.The tumult of his mind was painfully great. A lovely evening it was, the sky so clear, the flowery fragrant breeze resembling a soft caress and the singing of the birds amongst the ligth green foliage seemed to be all in praise of the scenery. This was however wasted on the tall man who at a determined - almost aggressive - pace hurried on trying to blind himself to nature�s delights. To him they were a mere insult. His stern face revealed traces of a torment he was not able to suppress. He was exposed to humiliation and shock as detached fragments flashed in his mind �...the last man in the world whom I could ever marry... � He still felt the twinge of pain that had made him startle at those merciless words from her sweet lips. To suddenly realize that she thought so little of him... that she in fact looked down upon him. It was almost unbearable. He remembered how he had told her of the strength of his feelings ; that he had not found it possible to conquer them. At those recollectio s the disturbance of his mind was visible in every feature. �... your arrogance, your selfish disdain for the feelings of others.... your character was unfolded in the recital from Mr Wickham .� His rage blazed up again and he burst out: � In that at least, I must defend myself !� whilst running up the entrance steps to Rosings. Making haste as he passed the hall ; yet he could not escape her indignant words echoing in his head . �You are mistaken, Mr Darcy ... merely spared me the concern I might have felt in refusing you, had you behaved in a more gentlemanlike manner . � An inarticulate sound escaped his lips. Halfway up the stairs, he had to slow down as his cousin appeared downstairs in the hall to inform him that their aunt was expecting his company. Darcy flinched from the thought of being forced to endure such tiresome conversation, maybe even an unfeeling and unveiled crossexamination performed by Lady Catherine. He absolutely wished to be alone and pleading some pressing matter, asked Fitzwilliam to convey his excuses to Her Ladyship. At last he was able to close the door and be safe in his room. The last hour had been one of the most bewildering in his entire life and actually, his selfreliance had been shaken to its foundations. The effort to keep his feelings back, had been exhausting and he remained immovable for a moment, before he composed himself and sat down at the writingdesk. He placed an empty letter-paper in front of him, and thus began his letter to Miss Bennet.

continuo � Be not alarmed , madam, on recieving this letter... of its containing any repetition of those sentiments or renewal of those offers which were, last night, so disgusting to you ... �. He let the pen drop and leaned back on his chair. His eyes were lost watching invisible scenes from the parsonage. They reflected distress and it was painful to remember her words and the expression on her face - and it was likewise distressing to think ahead. What foolish anticipation of a happy evening and of continued high spirits for the days to come. Totaly unaware of her opinion about him, he had devoted his mind to the construction of a castle in the air. And only a few hours ago ... As he walked over to Hunsford, he had contemplated the happiness before him. To be entitled to meet with Elizabeth every day...to be able to present her to his relatives at Rosings and to her relatives at Hunsford , as his future bride...and not merely that.... He had been meditating on the pleasure that her sweetness, her gentleness could bestowe. He had permitted himself to indulge in pleasant dreams of her lively and passionate abilities, when it came to love.... dreams of her bringing some relief to his ardent desire. He had pictured her quite as gifted and breathtaking in tho e matters, as he knew her to be in conversation and society. He blushed at his power of imagination and groaned as he considered his own conceit. Such selfassurance ! Certain that she would be flattered at the prospect of becoming Mrs Darcy, that she admired him, that she would feel honoured and gladly accept his proposal. How wrong he had been ! The presumption of it all ! She was not a woman who would marry for money. He knew that now. She did not like him - to say the least - and so she would not be prevailed upon to have him for a husband, no matter who he was, how fine his estate or how large his income ! What a precious woman ! No wonder he had not been able to repress his feelings. And he loved her even more now, when there was no hope of her returning his affections. If Miss Bennet�s heart was available, it was to another...Any tender feelings of hers were certainly aimed at another more fortunate man ... he shivered with repulse and jealousy at the thought of George Wickham. Was that scoundrel to enjoy her smiles and be in her good graces ... no no, it must be prevented ... everything must be laid before Miss Bennet. He was certain of her discretion and reliability. His confidences would not be put to any improper use by this sensible and thouroughly honest woman whose sparkling eyes were so bewitching ... He moaned and renewed the torture of recollections from his recent Hunsford visit. Ann2 (1997) PS I am in a hurry to do the Darcybits, before I read the Darcy book. Took one week from my posting the order till the parcel was in my home. Such excellent service.

Oooooh! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

]. . . dreams of her bringing some relief to his ardent desire.... ooohhh! Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!

Ann, I am in awe! Is not English your second language? Wonderful, sweet, and passionate enough even for Cheryl. So glad that you consider us your friends, for I'm sure you would not perform before strangers in this excellent manner!

The proper HTML code for the copyright symbol is © and the way to use it is "© Copyright 1997 Elizabeth Bennet Darcy". It probably isn't necessary to include a copyright statement in a lot of cases, but it's true that it never hurts to put it in...

Nice trick Henry. How did you get & 169; to appear as plain text and not as ©???

Here's what somebody posted to Usenet: From: lsg@xroads.com (Lester S. Garrett ciwah) Newsgroups: comp.infosystems.www.authoring.html Date: Wed Jan 29 02:29:14 CST 199 ...Copyright accrues once the work is fixed in a medium -- the copyright notice is not required. However its use is recommended by the US Copyright Office: ". . .Use of the [copyright] notice is recommended [my emphasis - lsg] because it informs the public that the work is protected by copyright, identifies the copyright owner, and shows the year of first publication. Furthermore, in the event that a work is infringed, if the work carries a proper notice, the court will not allow a defendant to claim 'innocent infringement' -- that is, that he or she did not realize that the work is protected. (A successful innocent infringement claim may result in a reduction in damages that the copyright owner would otherwise receive.)" From, Copyright Basics, Circular 1, Copyright Office, Library of Congress, Washington, DC 20559-6000 (June 1995)

Absolutely wonderful Anne2 - all the passion and feelings beautifully detailed. I loved it.

Ann's story has been added to the Derbyshire Writers Guild page. (Though, I have been having a devil of a time FTPing stuff over to the Spring. Terry and others, why am I having so much trouble? I was trying to send stuff for an hour and having very little luck.)

Oh Ann! *samooch*

Ann: APPLAUSE!!

DARCY AND ELIZABETH: THE SEQUEL Elizabeth Bennett Darcy awoke to the delightful sights, sounds, and smells of her white-lace bedroom. Instinctively, she reached out to the pillow beside her her but the only trace of Mr Darcy that remained was the imprint of his handsome profile. Smiling to herself, Lizzy lifted the soft sheets to her chin. A blush danced across her face as she eyed the disheveled clothing on the floor. Mr Darcy had been in such a amorous hurry last night that he had torn her new green silk gown. Indeed, Mr Darcy had ord red the dress himself from Paris with the strictest of orders that it be made to compliment her fine eyes. Sighing, LIzzy rose from her sumptious bed and began to comb out her luxuriant, chesnut-colured hair. Suddenly, Darcy appeared, having just returned from his fencing match with Bates. Lizzy could not remember a time when her heart did not jump at the sight, touch, sound of him. Just last week, he had gone away to London for business and her heart had positively ached. So much in love was she with Mr Darcy. His white shirt suggestively clinging to his masculine shoulders, Darcy sat down beside her and began to brush her hair. This had become a game with them. "Dearest, Lovliest Elizabeth. I have brought you some letters from Jane." "Oh, Jane. How I miss her! And once again she wrote the address very ill indeed. This almost reminds me of the time I received that dreadful letter at the inn at Lambton-concerning Lydia's elopement. I thought I should never see you again after that. Poor Lydia. Poor, stupid girl. Mama tells me that she and Mr Wickham have just had another baby and they hardly have a thing to live on. Wickham spends it all drinking. "My Darling-How I wanted to comfort you then," Darcy murmured passionatley in a voice that made Lizzy want to rip off his shirt. "The pain and the torture-not being able to take you in my arms." Slowly, Darcy brushed Elizabeth's quivering lips and enfolded her in his strong embrace. His muscles tightening-he carried her to their rose-covered bed. "When did you really fall in love with me, Fitzwilliam? The exact moment. You never really told me," Lizzy cooed in her most playful of voices, many hours later. "You know you never opened Jane's letter, dearest," Darcy replied, tossing her one of his rare toothy grins. Smiling, Lizzy opened the letter, while Darcy kissed her fine eyes. Suddenly, Lizzy uttered a piercing cry. "Dearest, Elizabeth. What is the matter? Is there nothing I can get you for your present relief? Darling-you look very ill indeed," a panic-stricken Darcy uttered, gazing at her blanched face. He could not bear to see her in so much pain. "It's Father," Lizzy cried. He is most seriously ill." Without another word, Darcy reassuringly squeazed her hand and with one of his most intense looks, left the room. Such was their bond that Lizzy immediately knew he was off to make the necessary arrangements. "I must get to Longbourn", she whispered. "Oh Jane-what you must have suffered!"

Ann2 - WOW! I can't believe English is not your first language. Your story was great! Cassandra - Wonderful! I just love having scenes of Darcy and Lizzy in love painted for me.:-)

probably isn't necessary to include a copyright statement in a lot of cases Why Mr HC you might have a point there... To Ann number one, I just saw your Derbyshire page, thank you my dear for taking all that trouble, I'm honoured to be member of such a distinguished society. Any chance we could be invited to Pemberley for some recital and supper? My humble offerings of gratitude to kind remarks from fellow addicts. The problem now of course is, to simply hold your horses... (Don't you agree?) Cassandra, love is all we need, n'est ce pas? Thank you for 'amorous hurry' and now you've got me worrying about Mr Bennet.

ann2 & cassandra: i've never swooned before...but i was definitely close. this is positively, absolutely, "swooning material". ah, how you spoil us!

Ann2 & Cassandra--thank you for the lovely stories. I enjoyed reading them very much. Summer Picnic Part I--Poetic License It was a lazy, hot July afternoon. Elizabeth and Darcy had decided a picnic would be the perfect way to spend the afternoon. Alone. Darcy found the perfect spot under an old oak tree, which provided some shelter from the heat. He had discarded his coat, waistcoat and cravat. They lunched on an excellent repast provided by Pemberley 's chef. Afterward, Lizzy was leaning back against the oak tree using Darcy's discarded jacket for a cushion while he lay with his head in her lap, resting a book upon his bent knee. Lizzy idly ran the fingers of her left hand through his curls, as he read to her from the book of Shakespearean sonnets.* He began to read in his rich voice, "Those lips that Love's own hand did make Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate' To me that languish'd for her sake;" "Did you languish for me?" Lizzy interrupted. "Forever, it seemed," Darcy replied. He caught her right hand and brought it to his lips. Lizzy gave him a smile. After locking her finger in his, he inquired "Shall I continue?" Lizzy nodded. But when she saw my woeful state, Straight in her heart did mercy come, Chiding that tongue that ever sweet Was used in giving gentle doom, And taught it thus anew to greet: 'I hate' she alter'd with an end, That follow'd it as gentle day Doth follow night, who like a fiend From heaven to hell is flown away; 'I hate' from hate away she threw, And saved my life, saying 'not you'. Elizabeth looked down at Darcy and smiled. "Indeed, I hate not you." "I believe you did at one time," he reminded her. "Yes, but that was only when I first knew you. I have for some time considered you the best gentleman of my acquaintance." At Darcy's pleased look, she added, "That is why I can forgive all your faults." "You must be mistaken, my dear, for have on the best authority that I am a man without faults." "Come, come, sir, this lack of modesty is quite unbecoming," "I only speak the absolute truth," he said solemnly. He let go her hand, and began to seek another sonnet. At last he found the one he was looking for. Solemnly, he told Elizabeth, "This sonnet is the one that best describes you, I think--and remember, I am only speaking the truth." He began to read "My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;" Elizabeth bit her lip to keep from laughing. It was one her favorite sonnets. Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; "A trifle tan perhaps" she muttered as Darcy reached up and gently pulled one her curls. If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. He let go the curl. It bounced back into place. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. Elizabeth put her hands on her waist, the picture of (mock) indignation. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: At this point, Elizabeth pushed Darcy off her lap, then pushed herself away from the tree so that she was in a kneeling position. As Darcy sat up, he abandoned the book, turned, and pulled Elizabeth into his arms, finishing the last couplet And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. Whereupon, he kissed her ardently and they tumbled to the ground. When they finally came up for air, Elizabeth muttered, "Teasing, teasing man. Now I know what your cousin meant when he said you were lively enough in other places." Darcy lifted an eyebrow, and commented "But my dear, I thought you already knew that." Elizabeth just laughed, and he resumed the embrace. Quick note: * first Sonnet is CXLV, second Sonnet is CXXX

Summer Picnic Part II--Stormy Weather They spent a great deal of time agreeably in engaged in this activity, so much so that they failed to notice that the sky had darkened. The first raindrops recalled Elizabeth and Darcy to their surroundings. The rain started gently at first, but soon was coming down fast and furious. The picnic was abandoned. Darcy placed his jacket over Elizabeth's shoulders (though it offered little protection against the downpour) grabbed her hand and began to run towards home. Mrs. Reynolds has been on the look out for the Master and Mistress of Pemberley since the first dark clouds had begun to gather on the horizon. She watching from the drawing room window when she spotted them. Darcy & Elizabeth were running, hand in hand, down hill through the buttercups. Mrs. Reynolds went off to see that there were plenty of towels, and some restorative brandy for their return. She failed to notice that they had stopped at the bottom of the hill. "I must rest a moment" gasped Elizabeth, for she was out of breath. "But we are almost home," Darcy countered, ready to start again, "and getting wetter every moment that we stay out doors." "Please remember, sir, that my legs are not as long as yours, nor is a damp skirt conducive to running. I am already wet, a little more water will not make a difference." Darcy, thinking of their warm, dry bedroom, offered, "Shall I carry you?" Elizabeth nodded, "Now that is what I call gentleman-like behavior." Darcy gave her a wicked grin, and instead of taking her up his arms as she expected, tossed her over his shoulder, and resumed his journey toward home. "FITZWILLIAM DARCY!" she exclaimed, but was having trouble to keep from laughing. Darcy set Elizabeth down just outside the doorway to Pemberley. He bowed low, "I am ever at your assistance, my dear." Elizabeth sniffed haughtily, "I believe it is customary to a thank a gentleman for such assistance, but I cannot," Elizabeth said, before entering the house in a credible performance of wounded dignity. Unfortunately, her performance was ruined as she went sliding on the newly polished floor. Darcy caught her, and picked her up his arm (this time in a much more romantic fashion) before she could suffer a severe wound to her.....dignity. During this contretemps, Darcy's jacket, which had somehow remaine upon Elizabeth's shoulders during their dash home, fell off.

This part of the spring sure is exuberant, and has been so lately. As my homecomputor is down and has been so for the last days,I find it hard to get time enough to read all your stories (at work). But it is very nice to always find something new here. I have today been reading your 4 chapters of Darcy's sufferings, Ann, and I like them a lot. Ann wrote : �If I could only have a chance to show her that I heard her words, and took them very much to heart; if I could know that she no longer thought ill of me, I could be content and would wish for nothing more--almost nothing more. If I could just see her again!" Oh, Ann, one almost wishes to tell him that it will all end very well ;=) And the way Georgiana and Colonel Fitzwilliam share their worries about Darcy's mood is great. And now Carolyn's picnic...I'll dare to copy it(Copiator not placed in my room so someone might wonder about my kind of work!!) and bring it home with me to read before I go to sleep. "Yes, I have been sad, have I not. That, my dear, is because the woman I love does not love me. While I was falling in love with her, it seems she was learning to hate me."

Summer Picnic Part III--Private Reserves Darcy set Elizabeth down. Both were dripping water all over the floor. The damp fabric of of their clothes clung to their bodies. The footman, bringing up the restorative brandy, and the maid carrying the towels caught site of their Master and Mistress. Both were quite shocked with what they saw. The footman dropped his tray. The clang of metal, the shattering of fine crystal, and the smell of alcohol invaded the entry, startling everyone. Mrs. Reynolds, hurrying from below stairs ran smack into the maid, who had come to a standstill, gaping in a most unseemly fashion at Mr. Darcy. Mrs. Reynolds snapped "Whatever are you doing", she grabbed the towels, "get below stairs, and tell Jessup to send someone up to clean this mess, now" she added with an emphasis that finally broke through the girl's stupor. The maid turned and ran. Darcy accepted the towel Mrs. Reynolds gave him, and gently placed it around Elizabeth's shoulders, before accepting a second towel for himself. He glanced at the footman, who was by now trying to gather the larger pieces of glass off the floor. The footman, who would have tried to apologize if could have found his voice, instead mumbled incoherently, backed up and beat a hasty retreat below stairs as the clean up crew arrived. As soon as the glass was cleared away Mrs. Reynolds shooed Darcy & Elizabeth upstairs, "I had them lay a nice fire in your rooms, you need to get out of those wet clothes, before you catch cold." Darcy followed Elizabeth up the stairs, but instead of going to his room, followed Elizabeth into hers. He sat down before the fireplace and began to remove his boots. "These are utterly ruined," he sighed, when he noticed Elizabeth staring at him. "What is it, my dear?" he asked. "I was just thinking that is a great pity you cannot always go about attired in such fashion," she stated, removing her own wet kid slippers. "May I return the compliment, madam." Darcy grinned at her, removing his wet shirt, "However, I fear there will too much broken crockery about the place." "Whatever do you mean, sir?" Lizzy asked, her mouth going dry at the sight before her. "Take a look in the mirror," he suggested as he removed his socks. Elizabeth followed his advice, "Oh, my" she blushed, for what had been a perfectly respectable dress this morning, now revealed....everything. The thin cotton of her gown and petticoat had been no match for the pouring rain and were now transparent. Darcy came up behind her, and began to undo the buttons on the back of gown, "Do you see the impracticality of this attire?" he asked as he pushed the gown off her shoulders. Lizzy turned into his embrace, "I see now that it would be impossible for either of us to go about in this rainment. What with footman dropping trays at the sight of me and maids coming to a standstill at the sight of you, the house would be a complete mess inside of a week." Her gown fell to the floor, though with a little help from Darcy. "Exactly, it would be too great a distraction." He began to undo the buttons on her chemise. "I would prefer to keep such enticements private" he stated as the chemise fell open. "Yes, our own private reserve," Elizabeth agreed as she pushed Darcy onto the bed and followed him. ************************************************************************* In the hallway Darcy's valet and Elizabeth's lady maid stood outside the door. The sounds eminating from the room informed them that their services would not be required at this time.

Ouh Baby! What a picnic

Ann2, Cassandra, and Carolyn-----What a treat this week has been! Thank-you!

Ann, Winter, Karen, Margaret-I thiank you for your compliments. Hope you enjoy the rest. And now parts 2& 3....

Ann, Winter, Karen, Margaret-I thank you for your compliments. Hope you enjoy the rest. And now parts 2& 3....

Carolyn- you are such a busy girl! and to such great effect!

It's difficult keeping all this PG13, is it not? Perhaps this topic #43 is outgrowing Amy's perimeters (of staying within the limits for "our younger friends") and if so, I think this topic thread should be remodeled -relocated- outside to another conference, as was Drool, Nonsense, etc. What say you, Amy? As initiator of this topic 43, and considering also its length, I say it seems logical to shift it elsewhere (part to austenarchives, part to its own at...?) soon. BTW, I DO enjoy everybody's output here! ("Prodigious," as Mr. Collins says)

Elizabeth and Darcy Chapter 2 It had been almost seven months since Elizabeth visited Longbourn. Pemberley was home now in every sense of the word. From the moment, she had gazed at its emerald-green foilage and sparkling pond, Elizabeth knew she had never seen a place so happily situated. And, to think that she was mistress of all that! The mere thought still overwhelmed her, even frightened her. As mistress of Pemberley, Elizabeth supervised the welfare and education of the estate families. Mr Darcy loved nothing more than to praise his wife's many accomplishments. For Lizzy, though, her beloved work was always secondary in her heart. She loved best those quiet, star-blanketed nights when the servants and Georgiana had gone to bed. Then, Darcy and she would take a turn about the gardens, while he delighted her with tales of his boyhood at Pemberley. Lizzy had never suspected Mr Darcy was such a compelling story-teller. Indeed, to be truthful, he was forever surprising her. It was one of the things she loved most about him, that intan ible sense of mystery. The carriage suddenly turned sharply to the right. A momentary sense of dread overtook her. Elizabeth knew they were but a few miles of Longbourn. "I have been so consummed by my own happiness. I never one thought of my father," Elizabeth thought. Silently reading her thoughts, Darcy gently caressed her face and pulled her against him. They stayed in that most eloquent and intimate of embraces until a smiling Jane Bingley appeared before them. "Oh Jane! Dearest Jane! How I have longed to see you," a teary-eyed Elizabeth cried as Mr Darcy hepled her out of the carriage. Jane met her sister's words with a heartfelt embrace. "Oh Lizzy! And Mr Darcy-too. You are looking well. Charles will be so happy to see you. He is showing Aunt and Uncle Gardiner our new home in Meryton. But, they will be return soon. Yes-Mother sent for them too." If sincere happiness is said to be the best defense against age, then Jane Bingley was its greatest testament. Expecting the birth of her first child, Jane radiated goodness and youthful exhuberance. Indeed, to everyone, especially Charles, she was still the angelic creature who had captured his heart at the assembly ball, two and a half years ago. "But, Jane-tell me about Papa." "The doctor is with him now. They say it is his heart. He had an attack several weeks ago and he is very weak. Oh here is the Doctor now. Doctor Wentworth-may I present Mr and Mrs Darcy. "Sir. M'am," the owl-eyed doctor muttered. I'm afraid I have no news of glad tidings. Ladies, you must prepare your mother. Mr Bennett has a heart. He denies it. But, he does. Any shock....But, I have done my best to keep him comfortable. "Doctor, may I see him?" an anxious Elizabeth asked. "Yes-but alone. Your father is very weak." Squeazing Darcy's hand, Lizzy entered Mr Bennett's study. As she gazed at the impressive array of books and ever-present bottle of port, Elizabeth could not help smiling. Many a night, she and her father had taken refuge in this room, entertaining each other with stories of their neighbours. All at once, Lizzy glanced at the slight, emaciated figure on the divan and her heart leapt to her throat. "Dearest, Papa," she cried, resting her hand on his forehead. "Lizzy. Is that my Lizzy? Pleasure bent again, I see. How is that Darcy fellow treating you?" Lizzy's happiness shone clearly and brightly on her face. "Mr Darcy is the best of men. As I said, we have determined to be the happiest of couples." "And-What about the infamous Lady Catherine de Bourg?" "She is at least civil to me in her letters. I am no longer referred to as Miss Bennett. She has thought it proper and time to call me Mrs Darcy. It enrages Darcy more than it does me." A sudden look at Mr Bennett's trembling hands brought a single tear down Elizabeth's face. "Now Lizzy. None of that. We have enough tears in this house from your mother. "Papa!" "And-Have you seen Mrs Bennett, yet? I'm sure she heard you drive up and sent Hill to investigate. I understand that she still keeps to her room above stairs and gives as much trouble as possible. Think what mischief she can make as a widow. I am almost sorry I won't be here to see it!"

By the way, Ann's, Carolyn's and the first part of Cassandra's stories are now available on the guild site: Derbyshire Writers Guild

Wow! I am in complete awe of your literary talents ladies, and Ann2 - don't you dare ever apologise for your English again ;) Thank you very much for several very happy minutes, and Ann, for making sure that I can relive them by visiting the Writer's Guild. Capital, capital!

Response 359 Caroline (Carolineevans) * Thu, Feb 6, 1997 (13:21) * 1 lines Carolyn-you are such a busy girl! and to such great effect! Thank you. I was trying to have a little fun. My other stories seem to be of a more serious nature. Response 360 of 363: Cecily (panache) * Thu, Feb 6, 1997 (14:04) * 5 lines It's difficult keeping all this PG13, is it not? Very difficult indeed! Cassandra, I am praying Mr. Bennet makes a full recovery!

Carolyn, I just loved the picnic - as Cheryl would say OOOHHH Baby!! Cass, Love your story, but please let Mr. Bennett get better after seeing Lizzie, I'd really hate to lose him!! Didn't he say he may outlive Mrs. B?? Great work everyone.

Darcy and Elizabeth Chapter 3 "Now, Lizzy. Be off like a good girl and let your poor Papa get some sleep. Perhaps, you can read to me later." Gently, Elizabeth bent her head and brushed Mr Bennett's cheek. Upon entering the parlour, she was delighted to see her Aunt Gardiner. "Dearest Auntie. It is so good to see you again." The Gardiners would always be favorites with Elizabeth and Darcy and they frequently dined at Pemberley. As Darcy often said it was really the Gardiners who were responsible for bringing about their union. And Elizabeth could not thank them enough for bringing her to Derbyshire instead of their planned tour of the Lakes. "But, Jane, Lizzy-where is Lydia?" "Charles and I sent an express the moment Father had his first attack. But, we have yet to receive any news. Perhaps-they didn't get it. That's what Charles thinks. They have been know to move around quite a bit. I am hopeful that we will hear some news soon." "Still it is very odd," Aunt Gardiner said. Even if they have changed addresses, their correspondence would have been forwarded." "Yes-very strange indeed, Elizabeth uttered. Lydia has always been a heartless, selfish girl." "Oh Lizzy, cried Jane. You don't believe that Lydia would deliberately stay away. I know she would want to be here and comfort Mama." Sighing, Elizabeth gazed fondly at her sister. She often wished she could believe so fervently in the inherent goodness of people. Still, she knew Lydia and what a disaster she had brought on her family, once before, when she had eloped with Wickham. Oh-to think that she had once admired Mr Wickham and desired his attentions. The mere thought filled her with shame. "Hateful! Insufferable man! How much we owe Darcy," Elizabeth thought as her eyes searched yearningly for his. Sensing her thoughts, Aunt Gardiner replied: "Mr Darcy has gone off hunting with your Uncle and Charles. He instructed me to tell you he would be back shortly." "Come Jane, then. Take me to Mama. Shall we bring her some tea?" With a knowing look, the three ladies made their way upstairs. *************************************************************************** The scene which greeted Jane, Lizzy, and Aunt Gardiner was one to which they were all long accustomed: A plump Mrs Bennett sat in her usual habit of dresssing gown and nightcap, a box of chocolates and smelling salts beside her: These were her most trusted companions, next of course to the perpetually unmarried Kitty and Mary. All at once, Kitty began to cough uncontrollably. "Oh hush up girl! Have you no compassion on my poor nerves?" And your father's not even cold in his grave. Hill, where is Hill? I'm sure that was Lizzy!" "Here-Mama," Lizzy brightly said. "My dear Lizzy! What fine jewels you have and what a pretty frock! Didn't I tell you that you would have better than Jane. Sister dear-did you know that the man has 10 000 a year, at the least. Bingley's wealth is nothing to his. They say he's the richest man in Derbyshire. My son-in-law-Mr Darcy! I don't know how poor Jane is going to manage with only 5000 a year with the baby coming. And if Bingley is anything like Mr Bennet, he will want another every year! "Mother!" a red-faced Jane exclaimed. "Where is Mr Darcy, Lizzy? You know I always liked him-such gentlemen-like manners. I knew he was in love the minute he saw you and told Mary. So smooth. "Mother-you told me no such thing," replied an indignant Mary. "Oh hush up Girl! Who asked you?" Oh Jane-Oh Lizzy-Have you heard from Lydia. I know it is that Wickhan devil that keeps her away for she's not the sort of girl who would do a thing like that. Have you seen your father, Lizzy? Is he dead yet? I tell you no one knows what I suffer. I have such pains in my chest and such beatings in my heart that I can get no rest, not night or day! And-that odious man-Mr Collins! He has already sent a letter and your father not even in his grave. They can't wait to throw u out to starve in the streets. Oh JAne, Jane....I say it is all his wife's doing. Those Lucases were always artful creatures. I've always said that are just out for what they can get. Oh-what is to become of us all-I do not know. If you had only married Mr Collins, Lizzy. But, you are much better off where you are. Oh Jane-where's my smelling salts.......

Oh God! Cassandra I guess we could say this is how she might react,but I could see her having no trouble moving in with Jane. Mr.Bennet story has bought tears to my eyes. I sure hope he recovers. I hope it isn't anything I have said about PG13. I guess it is up to Amy.

CAROLYN! high praises are due, indeed! You are pushing the limits of the P&P2 Scenes and Drooling conference, aren't you?! (but that's a good thing!) Cassandra, I beg of you... Please spare dear old Mr. Bennett! Poor Lizzy will feel his loss the most if anything happens. At least let him live to see his first grandchild! (grandson, especially) ...oh boy. I'm really going to have to manage my on-line time

All three parts of Cassandra's story are now on the guild site. Derbyshire Writers Guild

My dear Carolyn, Ooh Baby, Ooh Baby, Ooh Baby! Thank you! And Cass dearest...Must you? Must you really?

Carolyn - I used to think I wanted to be Lizzy. . . now I KNOW!! Keep up the good work.:) Cassandra - Please, please don't let Mr. Bennett die.

Re: #368- You are pushing the limits of the P&P2 Scenes and Drooling conference, aren't you?! (but that's a good thing!) Well, as long as it doesn't become too risque for our 9 and 11 year old readers who visit here periodically...After reading the above #368 comment, it has once more occurred to me how old-fashioned I am, despite a weird sense of humor. Maybe that is why Jane Austen still appeals to me the most- so much left unsaid or subtly hinted at from an almost cerebrally wry humor perspective, as opposed to what our own styles focus on today. We may be good, but she had the spark of genius. Her stories sure allow or great spinoffs, right? Shall be on leave from the BB for a time, but best regards to all, Cecily

Emma-Deja-vu Part 1 Emma Woodhouse Knightley, handsome, clever and rich, with a comfortable hoome and a happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence. But, even at the age of two and twenty, she was still vexed by how little she knew of the world and by how much she had yet to learn. "Oh, but, how could he leave me like that?" Emma incredulously thought, shivering in her cream chiffon evening gown. "And without so much as a word or look of kindness. Emma shivered from a combination of cold and despair as the rain beat furiously at the windowpane. Pulling at her pink hair ribbon, her mind raced back to the events of that very evening. For it was only but four hours ago that she and Mr Knightley had so eagerly and happily anticipated the party at the Westons. Indeed, as was custom, it was Mr Knightley who had dismissed the maid and helped Emma dress, deciding finally on the aforementioned white dress, and simple strand of pearls set so bewitchingly around her swan-like neck. "You take my breath way, my darling Emma. I have never seen you look lovelier," murmured Knightley passionately, arms encircled protectively about his young bride's waist. Bending his head, Knightley impulsively bestowed a playful kiss at the nape of Emma's neck. Cheeks burning bright, Emma trembled with secret delight. She knew that she would always remember how vulnerably handsome Knightley looked that evening. Indeed, she could see this admiration reflected not only in her countenance, but in the eyes of both men and women at the party. Mr Knightley's firm, upright shoulders, thick chesnut-curls, and gentlemen-like manners easily set him apart from the rest. AS Emma hers lf had noted with singular pride, he virtually towered over the other men. And-how he had looked at her when she had played the pianoforte for the Coles, as if he wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and cover her face in kisses. It made Emma's heart ache to think how desperately she wanted and needed him. All at once, a quiet knock at the door suddenly disturbed Emma from her reverie. "Knightley," she cried," a faint smile creeping across her face. "No, Ma'am-t'is not the master. Will you needing any help tonight, Ma'am? Undressing I mean." "No, Kitty, that will be all," a dejected Emma managed to utter. "Oh Kitty-Mr Knightley- did he say where he was going tonight?" "I believe he told James that he had business to take care of with Mr Martin, early tomorrow morning. So, he would be staying at Donwell tonight. Ma'am-you look awfully pale. Is there anything I can get you? Receiving no audible reply, Kitty left an even more agitated Emma, alone once again with her thoughts. "Oh God that I had never seen that Harriet Martin! That nasty, freckled face little thing," Emma cried passionately. It was not that Emma envied or was remotely threatened by Harriet. In public, in fact, she deliberately praising Harriet's considerable virtues as a mother. Her little Johnny was already a strapping young lad of two and a great favorite amongst the people of Hartfield. What truly vexed Emma, then, was when Mr Knightley complimented Harriet. This was not often, usually following one of his t ips to Donwell, and to be truthful his praise included Robert Martin as much as his wife, Harriet. Still Emma found it unbearable to hear Mr Knightley's exclamations of what a good mother Harriet was, and what a charming, clean, little house she kept. Even more unbearable to Emma, this very evening, was the way Harriet had accepted Mr Knightley's arm at the party. Robert Martin was ill with a slight cold; thus, Mr Knightley escorted both Harriet and Emma to the Westons'dinner table. "So familar," Emma thought. "As if she were Mrs Knightley!" Such was her state of her mind, then, that she couldn't resist plunging Harriet's spirits at the party. After managing to finish a rather halting solo at the pianoforte, Harriet immediately turned to Mrs Knightley or encouragement. "Mrs Knightley-do tell me honestly. Has my playing improved?" "Was that really all, My dear Mrs Martin? I've known four year olds who could play better than that. And after a year of my own tutelage." Almost immediately Emma regretted what she had said and if she needed any further help, she only had to remember the devastated look on her husband's face and the stinging words he had spoken to her during the long carriage ride home. "Emma-How could you say such a thing to Harriet? And in front of all of our friends-shaming her like that. Badly Done, Emma. Badly done." Emma felt deep remorse and mortification deep in her soul. "Oh God-What have I done?" she cried, throwing herself on the bed. And so she cried herself to sleep, her tears staining the pillow.

Emma-Deja-vu Part 2 Emma Knightley spent the most wretched night of her existence. She doubted even getting a hour's sleep. And, as if she needed any further proof, she only had to peer into the looking glass, perched opposite her. Emma's cheeks flushed hot as she recalled Kitty's knowing looks at her dark circles and pallor, earlier this morning when she brought up the breakfast tray. Emma could hardly swallow a bite. Her every thought was consummed by Mr Knightley and what he must be thinking. Wrapping her dressing gown around her shoulders, Emma began to restlessley pace the floor. Almost immediately, she grabbed a pen and paper and began writing a letter to Harriet. Shamefully, she knew that she could not face her yet. Ringing for Kitty, she then instructed her to send the letter and draw her bath. This in many ways revived Emma's strength, although not her spirits. The whole day in fact she purposefully kept to her bedchamber. "I don't want to worry, Father," she thought. "Or worse still, have him send for Perry." Emma had even made a pact with herself that if Mr Knightley did not appear before six o'clock, she would go after him. This was not a time for ladylike restraint. And, so Emma watched the hours go by one after the other on her mantel clock, until the hour finally came. Almost relieved, she flung her coat about her shoulders, bearly hearing Mr Woodhouse's breathless cries. "But Emma-dear. It's going to rain again. You'll catch your death in this cold." It was cold and terribly damp, the wind howled against Emma's lightweight cloak. However, onwards she went, oblivious to everything and everyone except her desire to feel Mr Knightley's strong, tender arms about her. She knew she could not bear another night without him next her. Finally reaching Donwell, Emma's sprits flagged upon finding the house all but empty. Only the housekeeper, Mrs Jennings, remained. Graciously excusing herself, Emma made her way to the Gardens, but still there was no Mr Knightley. She was on the verge of regretting this stupid, idiotic escapade when she suddenly heard a voice call her name. Spinning about, Emma's eyes instantly met his and without a shred of caution, she instantly flew into Knightley's arms, covering his face with kisses. "Oh my Darling-can you ever forgive me? I've behaved like such a stupid child. Such a jealous fool. It's only beacause I'm so madly in love with you. I couldn't bear another night without you." "My Darling-I'll never forget the look on your face last night. Emma dearest-you know I'm no speechmaker, but how I wanted to rush back and take you in my ar,s last night. Wretched night! The torture-not being able to hold you, to... "Do not speak of it! I tell you do not speak! And with that, Emma brushed his lips with the sweetest of embraces. "Hold me, don't ever let me go," Emma pleaded as Knightley drew her closer and closer to him. "But-Here-My Darling!" "I don't care if the whole world sees us." Ever so gently, Mr Knightley, then, lowered his bride to the ground, his breath hot on her face. Emma could feel the insistent pounding of his heart against hers. For so long, due to the differences in their ages, he had been almost afraid to show Emma the full extent of his passion. Suddenly, clothing became superfluous. Knightley's lips burned her forehead, eyes and cheeks, until finally meeting her own in the most tender of embraces. Emma felt herself flying as never before. Running her fingers through his hair, she even called him George. So down and down they went, having to remind each other that it wasn't a dream.... At dawn, as luck would have it, Mr Woodhouse's prediction came true and it furiously started to rain. Wrapping Emma in his blue coat, Knightley swept her up in his arms and carried her into the house. And, so Emma blissfully awoke with Mr Knightley's arms still wrapped around her...

Before I get a reputation, I am sending these two scences. The first one is very quick, the other is somewhat long, however both are very PG. Darcy's Letter to Lady Catherine, telling of his engagement Madam, You longer need be concerned with any rumors regardiang myself and Miss Bennet, for she has done me the very great honor of accepting my offer of marriage. I am sorry if the news I related causes you pain, but I cannot deny my own happiness in order to ensure yours. Even though this letter must put an end to those hopes which you have longed entertained, I beg you will harbour any resentment towards myself or Miss Bennet. The marriage is to take place on the --th of December at Longbourne Church. It is our sincere wish for both you and Cousin Anne to be there. Your nephew, Fitzwilliam Darcy.

Now for the longer story: The Billiard Lesson Time: Shortly after Darcy becomes engaged to Elizabeth--it is not public knowledge yet. Part 1 Caroline had just finished breakfast when a letter from her brother arrived. The servant brought it to her on a silver platter. She reviewed the letter with great interest. Though it contained much drivel on the many stunning qualities of Miss Jane Bennet that she felt were quite unwarranted, it did contain the invitation to come and stay at Netherfield until the wedding. "Louisa, listen to this" she ordered, as she began to read the letter out loud, ........I would be greatly pleased if you, Louisa and Arthur could join me here. Darcy, who is to be my best man, is already in residence........ Caroline looked up from the letter, "So that is were he has gone. I had noticed him missing from the theater the other night. When I asked Georgiana, she said he had been visited by Lady Catherine de Bourgh, and left almost immediately after his aunt. I had thought he was in Kent on some family business. But no doubt he has gone to try talk some sense into Charles." "Very likely, my dear," Louisa agreed, as she buttered her toast. "Now would be a good time to secure his affections for when one's friends start to marry, it plants the germ of the idea of marriage into a man's brain. How can the seed fail to grow when given the proper inducement?" "Oh, I quite agree. Do you think being exposed to the charms of Mrs. Bennet will cure Darcy of his infatuation with Miss Elizabeth Bennet?" Caroline still felt the sting of his defense for that woman last August. "I fail to see how it can do otherwise" Louisa stated, then proceeded to do a wicked imitation of Mrs. Bennet "I'll have you know, sir, that we dine with quite four and twenty families." Oh, Louisa, you are too cruel" Caroline dissolved into tittering laughter. When she had recovered from this merriment, she asked, "Do you think you could be ready to leave by this afternoon?" "I doubt Arthur will be, but he can come tomorrow or the day after. If we pack lightly today, he can carry the extra baggage when he comes." Thus it was decided between the Superior Sisters that they would leave that very afternoon.

Part 2 Since Caroline's and Louisa's idea of packing light was to carry no more than ten pieces of baggage--each--it took them longer than they had anticipated to get ready for the journey. Mr. Hurst, further delayed their departure, for when arriving home to find the house in chaos, demanded to know what was going on. When told of the invitation to Netherfield, he decided to accompany the two ladies (for Bingley's stock of brandy was of much finer quality than his own). Mr. Hurst then had to fortify himself with a large amount of his own inferior brandy (to avoid being sick in the carriage). When he was near a comatose state, the ladies had the footmen bundle him into the carriage, where his snores provided background noise for the entire journey. During the journey, the sisters entertained themselves by putting down the entire Bennet family, (even Jane was characterized as being too sweet, she made their teeth ache). They also discuss what the best way to get Darcy's attention, since nothing Caroline had done previously had provided any results. This failure on the part of Darcy to recognize her true worth often vexed Caroline, but not so greatly that she gave up trying to capture his interest. His wealth, connections, and looks made him the most desirable man she knew, and she was not about to give up and she would marry him. She would!

Part 3 Jane and Elizabeth were to visit Netherfield that day. Mr. Bingley had come up with the excellent excuse that Jane must come over to see if there was any changes she wished to make in the furnishings, etc. Mrs. Bennet had eagerly anticipated this diversion, and was to come along with her "favorite daughters". However, circumstances prevented her from doing so. It was cold day, with a mix of precipitation that could not decide if it wanted to be rain or snow. Mrs. Bennet passed the morning in a boastful gossip session with Mrs. Phillips and Lady Lucas. She was just seeing them off when she slipped on the rain slick step and twisted her ankle rather badly. The house was thrown into an uproar. After escorting Mrs. Bennet into the drawing room, Jane did a quick examination of her mother's ankle. It was swollen twice the normal size. Mr. Bennet came into the r om, upon seeing that Mrs. Bennet was truly injured, went to fetch the doctor. When the doctor came, he examined Mrs., Bennet's ankle, bandaged it, and ordered her to remain off it for the next two weeks. He then presented his bill to Mr. Bennet, and left. As soon the doctor left, Mrs. Bennet was determined to get up. "For there are wedding clothes to see to, wedding plans to be made, and who will see to all the details if I do not. What do doctors know anyway?" But the moment she tried she fell back against the sofa, the pain from her ankle to great to be born. "Oh, Jane, Oh Lizzy, I do not what will become of your weddings. I do not! For who will see to the wedding clothes if I do not. Then there is the wedding breakfast to plan and, oh, Jane, who is to help you choose the new furnishings for Netherfield? Oh, it will all end in disaster, I know it will." She continued to bemoan her fate in this fashion for quite some time. "I shall write to Mr. Bingley and cancel our visit," Jane said, only to be interrupted by her mother. "No, Jane, you must go, for I am sure Mr. Bingley is anxious to show you your new home. And Lizzy will be accompanying you, for I am sure she is looking forward to seeing Mr. Darcy. And if you do not go then Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy will be pounding on the door, and I really do not believe my nerves up to entertaining either of them today. I will be fine with Mary, Kitty and Hill. Sara will go along to lend propriety. Hill, have them bring the carriage around." Mrs. Bennet had settled the matter. Further protests from Jane and Elizabeth were silenced--if Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy wanted them at Netherfield, they would go to Netherfield. No argument could persuade Mrs. Bennet to change her mind, and as she would not rest until she had seen that they were safely off, Elizabeth and Jane set off for Netherfield.

Part 4 They reached their destination shortly. Bingley and Darcy were anxiously awaiting their fiancees. Both gentlemen were relieved that Mrs. Bennet was not one the party (though they did their best to conceal their delight) and expressed the proper concern for her injury. Amongst the four of them it was decided that a tour of Netherfield was the first order of business. Sara begged leave to visit her cousin who was a maid at Netherfield. She was escorted below stairs by the housekeeper, who could see that the gentlemen did not mind not having the maid trailing in their wake. Sara was given two tasks below stairs--polishing the silver with her cousin and giving a detailed account of the morning's events at Longbourn to the rest of the servants. The tour of the house lasted almost an hour. The foursome made their way about the house--up to the third floor (Jane and Bingley both blushed on the discovery of the nursery)-- down to kitchens and most of the rooms in between. They gathered in the drawing room for some refreshing tea. Bingley asked Jane if how she liked the house and were there any changes she wanted to make? "I think it is a perfectly lovely house," Jane smiled. "And do you think you will be happy here?" Bingley asked hopefully. "Oh, very happy" Jane replied, looking at Bingley lovingly. Darcy looked at Elizabeth, and rolled his eyes. Elizabeth suppressed a burst of laughter. "Jane, how can you say that, why you have not seen the entire house. We missed the billiard room. I discovered it myself, when I stayed on while you were ill. It engendered in me a desire to know more of the game." She looked Darcy as she said this. "Shall I teach to play, then?" Darcy asked. "Would you?" Elizabeth answered, "now?" "Of course, I taught my sister years ago. If your sister and Bingley will come along, then I see no reason why you cannot have your first lesson today?" Jane, having no real interest in game, came along just lend Elizabeth support. They all trooped off to the billiard room. The gentlemen remove their coats, for it was impossible to play the game in their restrictive outer garments. After a short lecture on the rules and object of the game, Darcy and Bingley played the first round, to show Jane and Elizabeth how the game was played. The second game was for Jane and Elizabeth to play. Bingley moved beside Jane to tell her how to make the shot. Jane listened carefully, tried her best to follow his instructions, but the shot was missed. "Bingley, that will no do, you will never be able to teach Miss Bennet to shoot properly that way. Elizabeth, if I may" Darcy put his arms around Elizabeth, and began to show her the proper positioning of her hands on the cue stick by covering them with his own. As she leaned over to make the shot, he leaned with her, and whispering words of instruction into her ear, they hit the cue ball and were able to scatter the rest of the balls across the table. "Are certain this is the way you taught your sister to play?" Lizzie asked. "She was six or seven at the time, and it seemed the best way to go about it, don't you agree?" "Yes" said both Elizabeth and Bingley, who placed his arms around Jane. They continued to wile away the afternoon playing tandem billiards. At around six that evening, the sound of carriage was heard entering the courtyard and assuming that it was the carriage from Longbourn come to collect Jane and Elizabeth, it was decided that this would be the final round.

Part 5 Outside, Caroline, Louisa and the still recumbent Mr. Hurst had arrived. Louisa decided she wanted to rest, since it would be awhile before a late supper could be provided. She directed the footmen where to deposit Mr. Hurst. Caroline, eager to find Mr. Darcy, instructed Fawcett to lead her to him. He led to the billiard room. She felt her jealousy rise when she heard a voice from within call out "Oh, Jane, it will not do." She nearly trampled the footman before he could announce her. "Miss Caroline Bingley," Fawcett announced, quickly stepping out of her way, for it looked like she was ready to run him down. For a moment Caroline was taken aback by what she saw in the room. the was Darcy with arms around Miss Eliza Bennet, leaning over the billiard table. She failed to notice that Bingley still had his arms around Jane. The quartet turned toward her. Charles greeted her rather oddly "Caroline, your timing, as always, is perfect." Darcy gave him a enigmatic look. The sound of a second carriage arriving could clearly be heard in the room. It was the carriage they had anticipated earlier, come to take Jane and Elizabeth back to Longbourn. Darcy stepped away from the table and putting on his jacket, offered his arm to Elizabeth. Charles, raised Jane's hand to his lips. He then whispered in her ear "Go with your sister and Darcy, for I some things to discuss with my sister." Jane looked at him questioningly, but he just smiled. She walked to the opposite end of the table. Darcy lifted an eyebrow in silent query, and Bingley gave a slight nod. He offered his other arm to Jane and the trio left the room. Miss Bingley was ready to follow them when her brother ordered, "Caroline, Stay," in a tone of voice that she had never heard before. She looked at him, ready to walk of the room, but something in his countenance caused her to rethink her plans. She went to the window to view the departure of the sisters Bennet. Bingley went back to playing billiards. The crack of ball hitting ball was the only sound in the room. From the window Caroline watched as Darcy helped Jane into the carriage. He lingered a few moments talking with Miss Elizabeth Bennet before finally kissing her hand and seeing safely into the carriage. He dallied at the carriage side until a maidservant came running up from below stairs. She bobbed a quick curtsey and would have scrambled into the carriage when Darcy gallantly offered his hand and assisted the maid into the carriage. As the carriage drove off he turned to the window, as if sensing Caroline's eyes upon him. He tipped his hat to the window, the went for a w lk in the garden to cool his......thoughts. In the carriage, Sara could not help blurting out "Oh Miss Eliza, ain't you a lucky one!" Elizabeth smiled and agreed. "Not that Mr. Bingley is not a fine gentleman

OOPS! the final paragraph should have read: In the carriage, Sara could not help blurting out "Oh Miss Eliza, ain't you a lucky one!" Elizabeth smiled and agreed. "Not that Mr. Bingley is not a fine gentleman also, Miss Jane" Sara felt compelled to add. ***************************************************************************** Part 6 Back in the billiard room Caroline watched Darcy wander into the garden. Charles no longer seemed threatening, not with thought of Darcy being in need of her company. She was making excuses to her brother so could rush to join him, but Bingley was quicker. He placed the cue stick in front of her. "Charles, what are doing?" Caroline asked crossly, pushing aside the stick and making for the door. "They are getting married." Caroline stopped. "What are you talking about?" she snapped, very much afraid she already knew the answer. "Darcy and Miss Bennet are getting married. The announcement should appear in the papers tomorrow." Charles felt a certain sense of satisfaction at the look of horror that appeared on her face. It was mean and base of him to take pleasure in her discomfiture, but by God, she deserved it. "No, it is impossible, Darcy married to that, ...that....." words failed her, "you are lying. You must be lying." Bingley looked at her, "I am not lying. I fear I do not have your talent for that." He then returned to billiard table, and sunk the final black ball. Bingley retrieved his jacket, and left her alone in the room.

OOPS 2, should read: He placed the cue stick in front of her to block her way. "Charles, what are you doing?" Caroline asked crossly, pushing aside the stick and making for the door.

This is great Carolyn. I love it all and am anxiously waiting to read of Caroline's face when she sees what's going on in the Billiard room. In fact, I'm LOL just thinking about it ahead of time! Warning, more Little Fitz coming tomorrow!!

I guess I sent my last post in the midst of your posting the entire story. I take nothing back, though, it's still GREAT!! Caroline finally gets her comeuppance, and at Charles' hands at that. Just love it!!;-)

I would like to appologise to France for not properly attributing the authorship of The Gypsy Baron story on the guild site. I was completely unaware that a large portion of the story was in fact written by France, and not by Carolyn as I had erroneously attributed it. My excuse is that France's portion appeared in the "Drooling" topic and my attentions were soley focused on this topic. It was not my intention to overlook France's contribution and I am sorry that I made this error. If I have made other errors, or if I make them in the future, please let me know, and I will correct them as quickly as I can. Once again, I am sorry for this error. It has been corrected. Ann

Carolyn - great. I do love it. the scene of the two engaged couples playing "tandem pool" like a quartet of love struck teenages on a double date was great!

Carolyn, I particularly love the letter to Lady C (#375) -- really puts her in her place and sounds just like Darcy wrote it.

I,too, liked the letter very well! More Fitz!

YOUNG FITZWILLIAM DARCY--Part 10 Charles Fitzwilliam and his family left Pemberley at the start of the new year, but John remained behind; after two years away from England, he was allowed several months rest from his regiment and he enjoyed the quiet winter months with his sister, brother-in-law, and nephew. Fitzwilliam was glad to have John's company, especially when he related tales of his experiences in Canada. In the middle of January, Fitzwilliam was invited to a party at the Wickham's house for George's ninth birthday. As he entered the house with Mr. Stone the noise emanating from the main room quite overwhelmed him; boys laughing and shouting, girls giggling, a baby crying, and adults talking in groups when not calling to one or another of the children. He shrank back a little, not really wishing to enter this fray but Mr. Stone urged him on. He found George in the midst of a large chattering group; Fi zwilliam offered his congratulations, was introduced to the others and was soon drawn into various games, such as Hunt the Slipper and Oranges and Limes, being organized by George's oldest sister. He enjoyed the games and was sorry they ended when it was time for supper. As the guests collected for the refreshments, Fitzwilliam noticed a small group of girls huddled together giggling as they looked at him and, on the other side of the room, some boys also looking at him and whispering; it made him feel extremely uncomfortable, as if he were an object of ridicule or a misfit in this company. The dining room was set up with several tables and the guests were soon seated; the adults together at one table, the boys at another, and the girls at yet a third table. Fitzwilliam was glad of this natural division; he would not have known what to say to any of these rather silly girls who had little or no education and talked only of dresses and each others' looks. But his relief was quickly overcome by disgust when he noticed the behaviour of some of the boys at his table. They lacked any table ma ners and were soon throwing food across the table at each other. He watched them with horror, said nothing, ate very little, and sincerely wished he were at home with his parents. Further trials awaited Fitzwilliam after the supper was done. There was to be dancing and he would have to stand up with one or two of these girls. He eventually stood up with George's sister, three years his senior. They talked not at all; she was in too much awe of dancing with Mr. Darcy's son to venture any of her usual flirtatious conversation while he was completely unable to find anything to say that could have interested a girl. After two dances he was happy to escort his partner back to her s at, find Mr. Stone, say goodnight and thank Mr. and Mrs. Wickham and George, and head back home. It had been an evening he did not want to repeat any time soon. At home he related the evening's events to his parents. They agreed that it must have been difficult for him but were glad that he had engaged in the games and had danced a little; they tried to explain that most of the children had not had his advantages of education and polite society and that he should not judge them harshly. They reminded him that his future social position would put him in a very different circle; while he need never mingle with these local people on a daily basis, he should alway be polite and generous, even if there was little of common interest between them.

YOUNG FITZWILLIAM DARCY--Part 11 John Fitzwilliam had divided his winter between his brother Charles, the Darcys, London and Bath. Toward the end of March when the Darcys were preparing for their annual visit with the De Bourghs at Rosings, Thomas suggested that John might like to accompany them. "You would provide company for me and Fitz, especially since Lewis is not at all well this year," Thomas added. "Yes, I suppose I should see Catherine, Lewis and Anne before I rejoin my regiment and since you will be there it will not be all bad. I can tell you, privately, I do not think I would go for more than a few days on my own." The party, which this year included Mr. Stone instead of Miss Field, reached Rosings at the beginnning of April. Fitzwilliam was glad of Mr. Stone's company; he would be able to continue his lessons instead of being forced into Anne's company all day and, at the end of their visit, they were to stay in town for a few weeks and he would be able to explore that great city with his tutor. They were welcomed by Lady Catherine on their arrival at Rosings who immediately informed them that there was another visitor, one she had never met before and had never expected to see at Rosings. "A distant cousin of Sir Lewis surprised us yesterday when he arrived here in a very dishevelled state," she told them as she led the way to the morning room where they were introduced to the twenty year old Vicomte Pierre de Bourgh. Pierre had just escaped from France where his father, the former Vicomte, had met his death by the guillotine. His mother had been too ill to endure the se voyage to England and had remained in France with her sister. After the introductions, during refreshments, Fitzwilliam noticed that Pierre stood apart, silent, thoughtful, sad and uncomfortable. He remembered George's party where he, too, had felt like an outsider and thought how terrible he would feel if he were to lose his father. Fitzwilliam was very sorry for Pierre and, trying to raise his spirits, started to tell him all about Rosings and what there was to do in the park and in the neighbourhood. The latter listened politely but answered in French; Fitzwi liam realized that Pierre did not speak English while he spoke no French and thought that perhaps they could teach each other. For the first time ever at Rosings he anticipated some interesting days ahead instead of Lady Catherine's usual tedious pronouncements. Fitzwilliam was forced to take his dinner with Anne and her governess. He found Anne a little bigger than the previous year but no more talkative; she ate very little, said less, was uninterested in his attempts to tell her about their journey south, and looked as if she were about to cry at the smallest provocation. He would much rather have been with the adults but knew that was impossible in this house. Lady Catherine's sense of decorum ruled here and her word was not to be questioned in her home. He was allowed to join the adults after dinner. Sir Lewis, looking weak and frail compared to the previous year, retired soon after Fitzwilliam joined the group. Seeking out Pierre, he suggested they play backgammon or chess by pointing at the games with a questioning look; they settled at the backgammon table and the two of them were able to converse with the help of pointing and giving the words in their respective language. By the end of the evening Fitzwilliam's knowledge of French included such w rds as salon for drawing room, salle a manger for dining room, chaise for chair, and bon soir for good evening. Fitzwilliam was proud of his new accomplishment and Pierre was equally delighted to have found such a young, sympathetic friend who was willing to provide him with some diversion.

YOUNG FITZWILLIAM DARCY--Part 12 The next day, after his lessons, Fitzwilliam saw his father and John walking in the park and ran to join them. They were talking about the situation in France and Fitzwilliam listened intently as they discussed the revolution, Robespierre, the Reign of Terror, and the recent declaration of war between England and France after the execution of King Louis XVI. "Why did they execute the King, Father?" Fitz asked. "That is a good question, Fitz, for which I have no real answer. It was probably a grab for power by some and a crowd reaction by the majority. But you must remember, they are not the first nation to behead a king; remember Charles I?" "Oh yes, but that was so long ago." Fitz replied. "Is Robespierre another Cromwell do you think?" "He would like to think he is, Fitz" John said, "but whether he will remain in power as long as Cromwell is very doubtful. These are difficult times, Fitz, and there is revolution everywhere. There was one in the American colonies and there is even one going on right now in England. "There is not any revolution in England surely," Fitz claimed, amazed. "Not in the sense of the American or French revolutions, I agree. The one here is a quiet, more insidious revolution--an industrial change that began about twenty years ago and is only now beginning to be felt. This revolution, I think, will continue far into the future, perhaps until your children and grandchildren are old men, Fitz." Turning to Thomas, John continued, "You must have seen the growth of industry throughout the land, Thomas. I believe it will continue to increase, towns will grow and take over all the neighboring farmlands, and merchants will grow rich while farmers will struggle to produce food for all those people living in the towns. And the farmers, I think, will not want to remain tenants; they will want to own their farms." John seemed to be warning his friend while his nephew listened; he had seen and learnt uch during his travels and stay in Canada. Mr. Darcy understood John's caution and remarked "you may well be correct, John; but I have not seen any signs of such change in Derbyshire, except perhaps the new pottery kilns, and they are more like cottage industries than big factories. And my tenants seem to be perfectly content, at least at present." "But look at the cotton industry in Lancashire, Thomas. The land in Derbyshire is not as conducive to large industries; and your tenants are content because you are a very benevolent and tolerant landlord, " John responded, "but the time will come, perhaps not for another one hundred years, when such large landholdings will be a thing of the past." "Well, I shall be just as benevolent and tolerant, so everything at home will stay the same," Fitz declared, adding "I love Pemberley and I never want it to change." "That is very proper, Fitz," said John, "but I think you should not trouble yourself with all the world's problems right now. If you keep to your studies and learn about the past as well as the present then you may be able to benefit from all these upheavals either to prevent or be prepared for them in the future." Fitzwilliam had much to think about as he went upstairs to prepare for dinner.

Inko -- It is truly excellent! ! !

Inko- this is beautiful- as usual!He's still so cute!

Ann, thanks for putting France as author for Gypsy Baron. Inko, as always, it is delightful to visit little Fitz.

Inko - very nice - still coming along very well.

I really need to proof read better. The following line in D's letter to Lady C should read Even though this letter must put an end to those hopes which you have longed entertained, I beg you will not harbour any resentment towards myself or Miss Bennet.

Capital, Inko, capital!

Inko's story has been updated on the guild site.

All those ~directories have to be updated, because we don't have ~ directories anymore.