Most recent archived messages: __ Topic 43 of 172 [austen]: New P&P2 Scenes Response 388 of 398: Caroline (Carolineevans) * Sun, Feb 9, 1997 (14:37) * 2 lines I,too, liked the letter very well! More Fitz! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Topic 43 of 172 [austen]: New P&P2 Scenes Response 389 of 398: Inko (Inko) * Sun, Feb 9, 1997 (15:13) * 17 lines 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, broth er-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 gigglin g, 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 t o 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. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Topic 43 of 172 [austen]: New P&P2 Scenes Response 390 of 398: Inko (Inko) * Sun, Feb 9, 1997 (15:16) * 23 lines 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 accomp any 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 t o 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 pronounc ements. 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. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Topic 43 of 172 [austen]: New P&P2 Scenes Response 391 of 398: Inko (Inko) * Sun, Feb 9, 1997 (15:19) * 31 lines 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 Te rror, 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 go ing 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, perhap s 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 upheav als 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. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Topic 43 of 172 [austen]: New P&P2 Scenes Response 392 of 398: halgor (halgor) * Sun, Feb 9, 1997 (16:49) * 1 lines Inko -- It is truly excellent! ! ! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Topic 43 of 172 [austen]: New P&P2 Scenes Response 393 of 398: Caroline Evans (Carolineevans) * Sun, Feb 9, 1997 (17:02) * 2 lines Inko- this is beautiful- as usual!He's still so cute! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Topic 43 of 172 [austen]: New P&P2 Scenes Response 394 of 398: Carolyn Esau (Carolyn) * Sun, Feb 9, 1997 (17:08) * 3 lines Ann, thanks for putting France as author for Gypsy Baron. Inko, as always, it is delightful to visit little Fitz. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Topic 43 of 172 [austen]: New P&P2 Scenes Response 395 of 398: Katy Kendall (kendall) * Sun, Feb 9, 1997 (17:46) * 1 lines Inko - very nice - still coming along very well. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Topic 43 of 172 [austen]: New P&P2 Scenes Response 396 of 398: Carolyn Esau (Carolyn) * Sun, Feb 9, 1997 (17:52) * 5 lines 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. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Topic 43 of 172 [austen]: New P&P2 Scenes Response 397 of 398: Sharon (sld) * Sun, Feb 9, 1997 (18:50) * 1 lines Capital, Inko, capital! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Topic 43 of 172 [austen]: New P&P2 Scenes Response 398 of 398: Ann (Ann) * Sun, Feb 9, 1997 (19:03) * 1 lines Inko's story has been updated on the writers guil

Cheryl made me do this. Dinner at Netherfield Caroline Bingley and her sister descended on Netherfield, determined that they would put the best face possible on their brother�s forthcoming marriage. He was, evidently, quite determined to marry Miss Jane Bennet, regardless of who she was, and they we re equally determined not to act in such a way that would bar future access to his most comfortable home. They were, then, quite delighted for dear Charles and had always been so fond of Jane. Both were unaware, as they began their journey into Hertfordshire, that even more invidious news lurked behind the friendly facade of their brother�s country estate. For Caroline Bingley, the news of the wedding had at least brought the comforting thou ght that one wedding frequently begets another. Mr. Darcy would almost certainly be one of the party during this happy time. It would be natural for his thoughts to also turn to matrimony. And, of course, she would be right there, so clever, so elegant so available. Little did either lady guess what small comfort they would find in the thoughts of matrimony currently harbored in the breast of the very gentleman on whom Caroline was depending. Even as their carriage entered Netherfield Park, Fitzwilliam Darcy was in the library of his future father-in-law, applying for the hand of Mr. Bennet�s dearest, loveliest daughter. And Darcy did not come away disappointed. Despite his misgivings, Mr. Bennet had consented to the marriage. But Darcy and Elizabeth determined to keep the knowledge of their engagement to themselves for a day or two. They did not wish to detract from the joy all felt over the pending marriage o f Jane to Mr. Bingley. Moreover, they both felt that the attention their announcement would receive from the entire town would materially lessen their own joy in this time courtship. They agreed that they would first share their happy news only with Bin ley and Jane. Caroline slipped easily back into her accustomed role at Netherfield and, in her waning days as hostess of that estate, issued an invitation to Jane Bennet to join the Netherfield party for a celebratory dinner. Her brother, aware of what was due to his friend, insisted that Miss Elizabeth Bennet be included in the party, an attention to that lady that his sister found both mystifying and mortifying. Miss Bingley had not forgotten that Mr. Darcy had, in the past, thought the younger Miss Bennet handsome. Indeed, she had found it necessary to draw his attention to this unseemly attraction more than once. But it had been some time since Elizabeth Ben net had fled Derbyshire, smarting from the humiliation of a sister disgraced. Caroline was quite sure that this dismal family picture had soured Darcy forever on the charms of any of the Bennets. In due course, the evening of the dinner arrived and Caroline bordered on philosophical as she awaited the arrival of the Misses Bennet. Darcy had not mentioned Elizabeth once since Caroline had arrived and had even refused to respond to her barbed refer ences to fine eyes and lack of fashion. She felt confident that whatever power Miss Elizabeth Bennet may have had over Mr. Darcy had long since evaporated. She looked forward to an evening during which the happiness of the engaged couple might fill the ouse with thoughts of matrimony. She had dressed with particular care, selecting a very elegant dress and her best jewels, and had arranged the seating at dinner so that Darcy might be close enough to fully admire the finery. The country attire of Miss Bennet and her sister must pale in comparison with the latest fashion from town and Darcy was discriminating enough to appreciate the difference. Dinner itself proved to be particularly unsatisfying. Despite Caroline�s best efforts and the carefully planned seating arrangement, Darcy�s gaze seem to be frequently turned to the other side of the table where Miss Elizabeth Bennet sat between her sist er and Mr. Hurst. Elizabeth Bennet, however, did not seem to be able to meet his gaze. This was sufficient to assure Miss Bingley that Elizabeth was still extremely embarrassed over the family scandal and would be unlikely to cause any problem. When the ladies retired to the drawing room after dinner, Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst ushered Miss Bennet to the divan and began their campaign to repair the rift they had created in the spring. They were only too aware that entr�e to Netherfield, or any place their brother lived, depended on the good will of Miss Jane Bennet. Despite what they knew of her good nature, they were careful to offer every imaginable courtesy, spurred on by visions of endless evenings of cards with Mr. Hurst. They felt no s ch compunction about Miss Elizabeth Bennet who they left to amuse herself looking over such books as were lying on the drawing room tables. Elizabeth was perfectly content to have it so. She certainly did not envy Jane the acquisition of two such sister s, but thought that if anyone could bear that burden with good humour it would be Jane Bingley. When the gentlemen entered, all flattery to Jane was at an end. Bingley immediately took his place by her side and the sisters� attention was turned to his companion. Darcy gravely strode to the fireplace, where Elizabeth was examining a book, and peere d over her shoulder at it�s contents. She glanced up at him briefly, her eyes twinkling and a smile lurking just at the corners of her mouth. It was enough for Miss Bingley. "Miss Eliza Bennet, pray play for us this evening. We do so enjoy hearing you at the pianoforte. Is that not so Mr.Darcy?" Darcy inclined his head slightly and Miss Bingley swept Elizabeth away and seated her at the pianoforte, a safe distance from the fireplace. Elizabeth played. Elizabeth sang. Before the first song was half through, Mr. Darcy had stationed himself at the pianoforte where he could command an excellent view of the performer. Elizabeth had just completed the closing bars of the sec nd melody when she found herself as unceremoniously supplanted by Caroline Bingley as she had previously been engaged. "If ," Caroline thought, "Mr. Darcy wished to watch a performance, he could watch a capital one." Mr. Darcy, it appeared, did not wish to view this particular performance. Once Caroline had chosen a lengthy selection and begun to play, he turned from the instrument and offered his arm to Miss Elizabeth Bennet. "Miss Bennet, I believe you will find a much better selection of books in the Netherfield library. May I show you the way?" Darcy had put his free hand over the one she had placed on his arm and led her out of the drawing room. Caroline ground her teeth in time to the music�. When they had gained the library, Darcy leaned against the door and grinned. Elizabeth answered him with the smile he had once despaired of ever seeing directed at him. He simply gazed at her for several moments, evoking in Elizabeth a memory of an eve ning at Pemberley that seemed lifetimes in the past. Suddenly, he became very solemn. "What is it, sir?" she inquired. "Have I displeased you in some way?" "You? My Elizabeth, never. But we shall soon relinquish our secret and I fear that the time until our marriage may not be the happiest period of our lives." Her face mirrored his changed mood. "Perhaps not. but. . . ." She came toward him and took both his hands in hers. Darcy stood absolutely still and looked directly into Elizabeth�s eyes. Then he lifted her hands to his lips. He turned her left hand over and kissed the palm. He was rewarded with the sound of a soft, sudden sigh. Slowly, he took both hands in one of his and pressed them to his heart. With his free hand, he brushed a curl back from her forehead and then ran his fingertips along her cheek, all the while gazing intently into dark eyes which met his with equal intensity. His hand slipped around to the back of her neck and drew her toward him as he lowered his lips to hers. She move to meet him and they kissed tentatively. Darcy�s hands moved to Elizabeth�s shoulders and then slowly down the length of her arms, gently caressing her skin through the s oft material of her gown. His kiss was gentle; he touched her as if she would break, holding himself in check, afraid that the force of his passion might frighten her. But, as the embrace continued, he felt a change. Elizabeth suddenly gripped the fabric of his waistcoat and b egan to return his kiss. He was aware of her lips warm and responsive against his and could feel her quick breath on his mouth. Her hands slid over the waistcoat, under his jacket, until her arms were around him, her hands firm on his back. He respond d in kind, slipping his arms around her pliant frame and gathering her to him, delighting in the knowledge that this lovely woman would, indeed, meet his passion with her own. The world around them stopped for long minutes. Lost as he was in the wonder of holding the woman he loved in his arms, Darcy was the first to realize that they must regain their composure before they were discovered. Slowly, reluctantly, he separated f rom her. The kiss ended, but still she remained in his arms, unwilling to leave the strength she felt there. Darcy looked into her face and saw what she felt. It took all of his will to disengage himself and hold her from him. Convention, however, pre ailed. They released each other, although his Elizabeth insisted on retaining a hand, and turned to face the time remaining until they wed and . . . Miss Caroline Bingley had finished her song and gone in search of the missing members of the party. Her brother had tried to stop her, but had not been able to think of a reason that could outweigh her determination. She had not missed the reference to the library and repaired there straight-away. She had reached the door and pulled it open only moments after Darcy and Elizabeth had parted. She found them, eyes locked, oblivious to any movement in the room. Caroline froze in shock and mortification. What could this mean? What had Elizabeth Bennet done? Elizabeth and Darcy turned toward the doorway where Caroline stood rooted, but seemed not to see her. Even when they finally recognized that she was there , they made no sound. Miss Bennet would have pulled her hand away, but Darcy would not release it. They looked back at one another for a moment, but still nothing was said. Elizabeth looked briefly at Caroline and blushed deeply but Mr. Darcy gave her a smile such as she had never seen and the two walked past her into their future.

Thank you Cheryl for making Myretta write this wonderful piece. Keep them coming Myretta. You have a great talent that is appreciated by many. I love coming home to Darcy & Lizzie's romantic interludes. I hope they never end!

Myretta, That was WONDERFUL, absolutely wonderful!

Myretta - this is beautiful. I can see it happen. How nice.

lovely, Myretta. You make me feel so sorry for Caroline!

Myretta - that was wonderful! Thanks Cheryl for making Myretta post this :)

First the billiard room - now the Library! I love both versions, and I do like to see Caroline and all her pretensions put in her place!!;-)

Told you so, Sister!

myretta! you've made my day! this was SO wonderful! ah... caroline finally gets what she deserves; and darcy and lizzy's passion grows stronger...you write so beautifully; keep them coming :)

Myretta's story is now available at the Derbyshire Writers Guild site.

Cheryl, you did a great thing! Myretta, thank-you! I am quite speechless in the face of such talent! Please, may we have some more?

[I love coming home to Darcy & Lizzie's romantic interludes.] Me, too! Me too! And glad Cheryl's so bossy;-)

Myretta - Capital! Capital!

Very nicely done, Myretta.

Myretta, thank you very much. Lovely story. I liked it very well indeed. I am glad Cheryl made you post it. Keep the coming.

Oops. Keepthemcoming Myretta. PS--really loved this line: Caroline ground her teeth in time to the music. Great visual image. I can see this happening.

Myretta, Let me borrow Margaret's " I am quite speechless in the face of such talent!" My heart beating gently to the pace of the action, each frame well define, each image one after the other rolling slowly in my head. "but a kiss, two people's lips together, their breaths, a little bit of their soul" Sigh...

I would like to acknowledge the help of Katy in the writing of this one To Kitty, however, it did not seem to come as such a surprise as to the rest of us. Kitty closed the door on her mother's cries, and by the light of the candle, re-read each of Lydia's letters. The first was but a repetition of that which had been received by her mother. She had tried sea bathing and found it to her liking, the famous Mrs Gunn was a quiz, and there was a new style of chip-straw to be seen on the elegant ladies walking on the Steyne.She had been to two card-parties, and one had been most entertaining, but at the other she had had little luck. An extra sheet, however, co tained the news of Denny's engagement to a Miss Creedy, of Worthing, a pity, to be sure, but she would not let such news spoil her enjoyment of the place. The other officers had been very kind. Wickham, in particular, had been very attentive, and devis ed many small amusements to entertain her. The next letter continued in similar vein. A red coat was the most becoming thing on a man. She had danced all night with no-one but officers- even Harriet could not boast of doing as well. Wickham was an angel, and by far the handsomest man in the regim ent. He had hired a horse and was much admired on it. Colonel Forster had refused to let her ride behind him on the downs, and instead had arranged a picnic in a carriage, which She and Harriet had enjoyed immensely. Wickham had done this, for her, and t at, almost anything she asked. She was prepared to think him the kindest man in the world, and since Lizzie no longer seemed to want him, was determined to try for him herself. Denny had returned, and the famous Miss Creedy-Amelia, it seemed, was pretty e nough, but not very lively. The third letter was then taken up again. It read:- Dearest Kitty, You must send me some money as fast as you can, for I have lent my last to my dear W., and he has yet to win it back, though he is sure to do so, at the party at Sir Francis G.'s in a few days. I could buy you one of the new bonnets to go with your yellow gown if you did, Kitty. Colonel Forster has rented a box at the Theatre Royal, and we are all to go and see a new play there. Lord! I forget the name of it, but W. says that it is most droll, and that I will enjoy it, when he explains it to me. Denny wil not be bringing Miss Creedy because her father will not allow her to see such things. I am compelled to feel sorry for her, no wonder she is so dull! And Kitty, I am to have an adventure! I am not to tell you yet, for it is to be such a surprise! You will laugh, and so will Mama, because it will be so exactly what she has always wished for me! Mary will be jealous, and so will Lizzy and Jane! And you may guess who will share the fun- I shall think you very stupid if you cannot! I am to be the happiest woman in the whole world! You will know all in a few days. But send the money quickly, wrapped up in a handkerchief, so that no-one guesses any thing! And be careful to take it to the post yourself. Your affectionate sister, Lydia. Kitty, remembering the difficulty with which she had contrived to walk to the post alone, wondered whether any revelation of the last letter would stop the sounds still coming from the drawing-room. Yes- she would show all to Jane, and then Jane co uld explain to Mama - no, to tell Papa would be best! But her father's accusing gaze was still before her. She fled to the safety of her bed, and covered her ears.

Caroline - I like it - but I did not help enough to deserve a credit. thanks, anyway. I do like the story - I thnk that is exactly the sort of letters Lydia might have written.

the possibilities are endless! we may have to start dividing up our fanfic into categories! this was great, caroline! i especially love your rememberance of lydia's trademark, "i shall think you (a simpleton/very stupid)..."

Caroline's story has been posted to the Guild.

Great insight in Lydia's, Caroline, kept it up dearest

you know I meant keep it up dearest, dearest

Thank you, dearest!

Very nice, indeed, Caroline.

Sounds just like Lydia, Caroline. Great work. Also sounds like Kitty at the end!!

A Celestial Conjunction Written by Cheryl Edited by Myretta Elizabeth had left her father one half hour ago. After some time alone to reflect and compose her feelings, she returned to the parlor, went straight to her chair, picked up her needlework and began to sew busily. After a few minutes, when she felt he rself capable of meeting Darcy's eye, she stole a glance at him. He returned her gaze with a half smile and raised an eyebrow inquiringly. She gave a slight smile in return and, blushing furiously, returned to her work, not trusting herself to look at h m and maintain their secret--her father had given his blessing to their union. Darcy, who wanted to be alone with Elizabeth above all else, resolved himself to action, and rising, walked past Mary, exhibiting on the pianoforte, to where Mrs. Bennett was playing cards with Jane, Bingley and Kitty. He addressed Mrs. Bennett and ask ed, "Do your grounds afford a good southern view of the night sky?" Mrs. Bennett looked up, annoyed, and said distractedly, "Yes, it does..." "I ask because I am a student of astronomy and there is a particularly fine conjunction of the planets Venus and Jupiter this evening, but one needs to view it from the south." "You are most welcome to stroll around the back of the house and find such a view." Mrs. Bennet was anxious to get the hated Mr. Darcy out of the house where he could not infect Bingley with his arrogance. Darcy feigned ignorance and asked, "And I would get there by going...?" Mrs. Bennett loudly said, "Lizzy, please take Mr. Darcy round the back of the estate to the meadow where he may view his planets." Elizabeth, with uncommon alacrity where her mother's commands were concerned, quickly said, "Yes, Mama." And with eyes downcast to hide her smile, she left the room with Darcy. They wordlessly donned their coats, left the house, and walked along the side of the building. When Darcy was sure they were out of sight of all windows, he took Elizabeth's hand and, with a smile of immense satisfaction, placed it in the crook of his arm. After a few moments he asked Elizabeth, "How did your talk with your father go? " Elizabeth gave an exasperated sigh. Startled, Darcy quickly asked, "What is it my dear? Did he not give his consent to our marriage?" Elizabeth hearing the concern in his voice sought to ease his mind by saying quickly, "Oh no, it is not that. Father gave his consent, it is just..." "Dearest, what is it?" Darcy was beginning to worry. Chagrined, Elizabeth blurted out, "Oh! How I wish I had been more temperate in my former opinion of you! That I had held my tongue regarding my dislike for you!" Darcy relaxed as he smiled down at her. "No one believes me when I tell them how much I..." Elizabeth stopped, blushing, "...how much I care for you. It took a great deal of explanation before either Jane or my father believed me. They are the two people who know me best, if they do no t believe how much I feel for you, then what of everyone else in Meryton? Why, they will all believe that I am marrying you for your money!" By now, they had reached the meadow south of the house, which was bordered by large elm trees. While standing beneath a great overhang of branches, Darcy suddenly stopped, faced Elizabeth and took her hands in his. "My dearest Elizabeth. I am sure that once our engagement is announced and people see us together, there will be no doubt as to the sincerity of our feelings for each other." "What do you mean?" "I mean, " Darcy replied smilingly, "That your feelings for me are so plainly written on your face that no one can help but see it. When I look into your eyes and see such undeserved love looking back at me, I can scarce catch my breath. I know that it is totally unmerited and that I am the most fortunate of men. It is all I can do to keep from taking you in my arms." His actions belied his words as he enfolded Elizabeth in his arms. Elizabeth, though surprised, relaxed against his body, resting her head on his broad shoulder as Darcy let out a quiet sigh of utter contentment. After a few moments, Elizabeth raised her head, and looking up at Darcy said, "It is I who feel overpowered by the look in your eyes. Right now, at this moment, it seems to me as if your eyes are looking into the very depths of my soul, and I can only marvel that we have found each other after all we have been through." "Yes, it is miraculous. This is exactly where I have longed to be for so many months now...holding you in my arms, feeling your heart beating against mine... My skin," he said, caressing her cheek with his hand, "against yours... My lips," brushing his lips across her forehead, "against your lips....." His lips found hers as he dropped several gentle kisses on her mouth. She reached up to run her hand through his hair, pulling him towards her as his arms tightened around her and they were locked in a dizzying embrace. The moments turned into minutes a s they revelled in each other, oblivious to all until they heard in the distance, "Lizzy? Mr. Darcy? Are you there?" It was Jane and Bingley coming in search of them, as it was long past the proper time when Bingley and Darcy should be leaving. Reluctantly they parted, each looking deep into the others eyes, which such a look as made their knees quiver. When she regained her power of speech, Elizabeth called out, "We are here, Jane." As she hastily adjusted her hair, Elizabeth's playful mood returned as she asked Darcy, "Sir, is there even a conjunction of the planets tonight or has this all been an elaborate fabrication to get me alone?" "Madam! How could you doubt me? I always speak the absolute truth!" Darcy asked in mock consternation. "Yes, there is such a conjunction of the planets." He turned to the southern exposure and pointed out the two bright planets which were closer to each other than they had ever been before. Elizabeth, caught up in the beauty of the sight said in great awe, "Beautiful!" Darcy, looking down at his future wife, murmured, "Yes, beautiful indeed!"

oh! i'm all giddy with delight again! ... and has anyone got a special valentine's day fanfic in store? (hint hint, wink wink, nudge-nudge) ;-)

OOHH Cheryl, beautifully done too, my dear. To get such a hearttouching scene at my day's beginning...it is almost to much. I'm delighted. I hope this will never end...

I forgot that I have not made my gratitude public on other recent contributions here. Must admit that having had pc trouble I've had difficulties keeping up.Been copying at work and reading at home off line. And so not given all the credit due to Myretta - you pierce my soul (I've actually been on to that Lizzy response thing too, so it was like two souls one thought , if that is the correct expression in English), Inko, I speek to myself as I read about Fitz and just loved his hardships on Wickham party, playing lemon and oranges(?), girls giggling and boys too unmannered. Kitty's letter remains to be read... glad I have something to look forward to. Thanks to you all.

Okay, I've succumbed to the peer pressure. Some caveats: 1) I can't write; 2) This is gonna be long; 3) There's another volume coming. Thanks to Cheryl for editing.

Cheryl-- swoon. I liked that very much, indeed! Kali-- I am impatiently awaiting the next installment. I'm glad someone is filling in the Frank/Jane blanks, as I've always wanted to know more about the nature of their attachment. I'm exceedingly pleased there are so many creative and talented folk here! I'm becoming quite addicted!

It is a new addiction this wordplay... BEWITCHED, BOTHERED AND BEWILDERED (more patchwork) Although it is very true that Mr Darcy had rather wished for the Misses Bennets� Netherfield visit to come to an end, he realized as Bingley�s carriage drove off towards Longbourne that his feelings were a mixture of relief and regret. The more than usually teasing behaviour of Miss Bingley�s towards himself, and her manners bordering to the impolite versus Miss Elizabeth Bennet had been the cause of his insight. He feared that he had been on the brink of giving Miss Bennet too much att ention, and that Miss Bingley had noticed it. Consequently, he had spent the last day of their stay very much to himself and scarcely spoken at all, especially not to Miss Elizabeth. Taking great care to avoid any suspicions of her being able to influence his felicity. He was convinced that he had made his point and was glad that the reason for this disturbance of minds (Miss Caroline�s and to some extent his own) was now removed. Miss Bingley exclaimed something about having the house to oneself again and could not help adding:�But I fear Mr Darcy is pining for the loss of Miss Eliza Bennet�s pert opinions and fine eyes.� He was able to answer truthfully :�On the contrary, I assure You �. However, almost as soon as he had murmured those words, while his gaze was following the disappearing vehicle, he began to contemplate the loss mentioned. He became gradually aware of a peculiar sense of emptiness. He suddenly found himself staring at th e sofa, where she had been seated with her lovely profile bent over a book. Or his thoughts had pictured her in front of the fireplace as she was eagerly accusing him of a propensity to hate everybody. He was not aware of the faint smile on his lips at is inner reply :� No, I do not hate everybody; certainly not You, Miss Bennet�. As he noticed that Miss Bingley�s eyes were admiringly fixed on him, he abruptly finished his reverie and made an effort to devote himself to his present book.. Then a Tuesday followed that Sunday of partings. The parting not being such sweet sorrow to him as it appearantly was to Bingley, he all the same felt that it was necessary for him to accompany his friend on a visit to Longbourne, to find out how Miss Ben net was recovering. He decided, that this courtesy to the elder sister could not be interpreted by Miss Elizabeth Bennet as any particular attention from him. They were riding through Meryton, as they caught sight of all the Bennet sisters engaged in an a imated and very agreeable (from the looks of it) conversation with several gentlemen, some of them officers in their red uniforms. Mr Bingley directed his horse towards the party and dismounted, saying that they were on the route to Longbourne to enquire after Miss Bennet�s health. Darcy made a bow and was about to follow him, determined not to fix his eyes on Elizabeth, when they were suddenly arrested by the sight of the stranger, and recognized him as George Wickham, the very last person he wished to m et with. (to be continued)

The latter, after a moments hesitation, touched his hat and Mr Darcy made the sligthest movement of his head and urged his horse to carry him away from the unwanted company. He caught one glimpse of astonishment in a pair of dark eyes and experienced som e regret on this hurried removal from her presence. He did not know, that Elizabeth had noticed the cool manner of their greeting and the mortified expression on his face. She watched his tall figure disappear and percieved that his head and shoulders see ed stiffened with repugnance. What could this mean? It was obviously not the first time those two men had met and she reflected on the significance of it all. Conveying her attention back to Mr Wickham she saw that the moment of embarrasement had passed and he was again all smiles and charming manners. Darcy had some time to ponder this meeting, until Bingley joined him for their ride back to Netherfield. He was disturbed to know that Wickham was in the neighbourhood. And even more so if he were to apply his notorius charm of manner to the Bennet daught ers...He broke off. Why was this thought so appalling to him? Wickham had always had a way with women, none knew this better than Darcy, who had been observing his rampaging during their years at Cambridge, and later ... He checked his thoughts and they t ok a somewhat different course. In former years he had been amazed at the man�s conquests and , though it was now akward to admit , sometimes secrety envious and wondering how he did set about. Taking a deep breath he told himself that this was no concern of his and smiled in a somewhat forced manner at his approaching friend, whose face showed every sign of happiness and content. During the following days Darcy spent a lot of time wandering or riding about the grounds of Netherfield. More than once during those rambles did he happen upon that particular group of trees bordering to the surrounding meadows; vaguely hoping against hi s reason that �she� would miracolously turn up again. He recalled her sudden appearance, clear eyes and rosy cheeks, breathing a bit heavy from the exercise and maybe slightly annoyed at his sceptical �On foot?� Then she had raised an eyebrow glancing at him and fascinated him with her reproachful : �Would You be so good as to show me to her?� Maybe this was the first time he had noticed the strange pleasure of being subjected to her disapproval. As he directed h er with an arm gesture, she immediately went ahead with locks of hair dancing around the nape of her neck and skirts swaying at her rapid pace. He had been surprised to suddenly find himself in such high spirits.

It was a puzzlement, that this country girl should take up so much of his time, even after she had left the house. He could not explain this urge to hear her voice, to have her opinion on almost any subject. When they were playing cards in the evening and Miss Caroline Bingley had given her view on some topic, he noticed that he was trying to figure out, what would have been Miss Bennet�s reaction to it. He actually missed her sharp wit and decided opinions... He was spending a lot of time playing billiards too, as it was such dull and grey autumn days with a succession of rains. And when he was alone in the room, and there was the faintest sound from outside, he would glance at the doorway and figure her there ...In that same softlooking yellow silk gown with its bothering neckline, dark hair framing her dark eyes. He recalled the blush on her face as she found him alone, and cursed his failing abilities to say something charming that would have kept her within sight a little longer. Why he had only bowed to her and probably been staring at her like some fool. No wonder she had turned her back upon him, appearing rather confused, and been gone the next moment. Leaving behind her the faint fragrance of perfume a nd his own aroused feelings, which at that time had caused him both astonishment and wexation . He made an effort to ignore the whole incident and with one firm stroke sent the red ball across the green cloth placing it where it was meant to be. Darcy began to anticipate new opportunitiesto enjoy the company of Miss Bennet at the Netherfield Ball . Even if they were often in argument when they conversed, he did not mind that. She did not annoy him, the way Caroline Bingley so frequently did by he r artful sentences filled with hints to please and flatter him. Compared to that ,the chats with Miss Elizabeth Bennet were fresh and exciting. He wanted more of her amusing observations and was delighted to imagine himself the object of her pert uttering and the teasing sparkle in her eyes. Sometimes half asleep he�d remember the way she had played with his dog, believing herself alone...It was as if her teasing manner was conveyed to her whole body... just playing and still.... so full of life and joy....If I�d been the dog ... she would no t have gotten away with it so easily. I would have cought her and...Good God, what is the matter with me ... And he would rise from his bed, pour out a glass of water and walk over to the window , violently gulping it as he stared out into the black and l nely night. 13/2 1997)

Ann2: he had noticed the strange pleasure of being subjected to her disapproval. Oh I like this phrase Ann! Definately one of the things that intrigues him the most, isn't it? ;-)

Ann2, Cheryl and Kali, thank you all for such a delightful morning read.

and here i was, thinking i would not be delighted with such merry fanfic until later in the day! that was great! i can now go about my work with happy thoughts indeed :)

You guys sure have been keeping me busy! Cheryl's, Kaliopi's, and Ann2's stories have all been posted to the Derbyshire Writers Guild.

Three stories, all in one morning! you are too good!Ann, I really like the idea of Wickham rampaging through Cambridge! And, as usual, you understand Darcy only too well, it will unnerve me for the rest of the day! Kali, thanks for taking on Jane F! She deserves a good hearing! More later, when i have time....

What a great week this has been! Surely there is not a more talented group of ladies to be found any where else on the whole of the internet. I feel so fortunate that you all share your superlative abilities with those of us who are not so creatively in clined. Thank-you for enhancing my pleasure! :-)

I declare that I cannot think of a more pleasant way to spend a half hour than reading these new offerings -- all of it is quite wonderful, and mesmerizing. And, of course, it makes me want more (not that I am pressuring any of you) and that includes fre quent rereads.

I too wish to applaud the excellent offerings of all of you. I'm so impressed and feel I can only join in the chorus singing your literary praises. Anne2 I have not read Darcy's Story, but I don't see how Ms. Aylmer could do it any better. I love Darcy's ruminations about Lizzie and his dog--great stuff.

Mr Knightley's story "Why Brother dear!" exclaimed Isabella. "I had no idea you were coming to London." "A sudden scheme of mine. Forgive me Isabella. I have some pressing business to discuss with John that could not wait." "It is indeed a pleasure to see you. And I know the boys will be delighted as well. John shall be home shortly. Oh-but do tell me all the news from Highbury. How are Father and Emma? And-Frank Churchill-is he as handsome and charming as everyone says. Dea rest Emma writes so fondly of him in her letterrs. At the mere mention of her name, Mr Knightley felt a sharp pain seize his heart. "Why George dear! Are you quite well? You look so pale. You know John had a nasty cold about a month ago. But, thanks to Mr Wingfield, he is much better now. I hardly feel an y uneasiness about it. "My dear Isabella," replied Mr Knightley softly, "pray do not concern yourself. I am quite well. A little tired perhaps from the journey." "Of course Brother. And here I am rattling away. You know John says I do have a tendancy to go on and on...." "Uncle George!" cried John and Henry in unison. Much to the chagrin of the boys, Mr Knightley neglected to toss them up to the ceiling. Greeting them instead with an affectionate pat on the head, he gingerly made his way upstairs. Alone once again with his thoughts, Mr Knightley sunk into a nearby chair. Instantly, he realized the futility of his situation. He had gone to Brunswick Square to make himself indifferent, only to conclude how desperately and hopelessly he was in love wi th Emma. The distance only made his feelings more painfully apparent. The events of this morning should have shown him that, try as he might, he could not forget her. Insanely jealous of Frank Churchill, Mr Knightley had decided that he could not bear another sleepless night, fearing that the coming day would bring about th e announcement of their engagement. For weeks, this dread had weighed on his soul as he paced the floors of Donwell. Like some madman, he finally decided, early this morning, that he could bear this torture no longer and would go to London, without even s eing her. Only to find himself an hour later in Mr Woodhouse's parlour, inanely chatting about the weather with Miss Smith. An inexpicable, invisible bond always drew him to her. Indeed, he had postphoned his journey an extra hour, just to see his dearest Emma one last time. How long he had loved Emma, he did not know. For too long he had been a stranger to his own heart. The arrival of Frank Churchill and the threat of losing her had obviously stirred his emotions. It was as if one sentiment had enlightened him to the other. "To lose her is torture enough, but to such a man," Mr Knightley cried passionately. He had known for quite some time that Emma was intended for Mr Frank Churchill. It was the favorite wish of both Mr and Mrs Weston. Mr Knightley had seen the pleasure and hope in their eyes during Emma and Frank's duet at the Coles' party. He also believed that Emma fancied herself in love with Frank. For Mr Knightley, the Box Hill party and Emma's shameful treatment of Miss Bates only confirmed her partiality and his inf uence. "God knows, I have been an indifferent lover, always lecturing her-determined never to flatter her. Still, I was determined that she would hear nothing but truth from me." Sighing deeply, Mr Knightley took out a delicate, lace-covered ladies handkerchief from his breast pocket. Like some adolescent schoolboy, he had seen Emma drop it at the ball and had hastly retrieved it, keeping it with him always. Pressing the handkerchief to lips, he suddenly thought: "She is loveliness itself." Indeed, for Knightley, she had never looked more beautiful than this mornining, her cheeks a bewitching, rosy hue from the walk. It touched him deeply that that she had vi sited the Bates. As he had long known, Emma, faultless in spite of her faults, was capable of great kindness. For the briefest of seconds this very morning, he had even entertained the notion that if it weren't for Frank, he could in time make her care fo him. The change in her countenace, when he got up to leave, had startled him so much that he impulsively bent to kiss her hand. Only to hold back, for fear of her hearing how fast his heart was beating. "If there were some chance of winning her, I would wait forever! Dearest, Beloved-Emma." With a sinking feeling in his heart, Mr Knightley rose from his self-induced reverie and furiously splashed water on his face; the water felt cool against his brow. "I'm a damned fool!" he disdainfully thought, throwing the handkerchief against the chair.

Oh Cass! Poor Mr. Knightly! I love the hanky...and you had him splash water on himself! Was that for my and Candace's benefit? A WET Knightly? It has a definate appeal...;-)

What a wonderful day for creative writing! Thank you Kali, Ann2 and Cass! *samooch* ;-)

Cheryl, Kali and Anne2 - Thank you, thank you. It's all great reading. Cheryl I just love the excuse "I'm a student of astronomy"! What better way to get L. alone! Anne2, "The strange pleasure of being subjected to her disapproval" is absolutely marvel lous. Just the way I see him too -- all through his life he's had nothing but approval and he's bored with it!! Kali, I really like getting to know more about Jane Fairfax - she's always been somewhat of a cipher to me. Please continue!

Ditto to all the comments of appreciation. This is the first topic I've visited today and your efforts have put me in a wonderful mood. Kali - you might yet convince me to like Emma... :)

Cass: If you continue with Mr. Knightley in this manner, you might eventually get me not only to like him but to actually drool over him!!;-)

Cheryl-you know me too well. Of course that was intended for you. A wet, tortured KNightley is just as sexy as Darcy. I loved your story too-very romantic. Beautiful-yes! Sigh!!!!! ANd Kali, Ann2-I loved your stories as well. Great reading after a very trying week. I'm looking forward to more. And finally Inko-that was the best compliment anyone could have ever given me. Join the drooling anytime!

I no longer believe people when they say they can't write. Kali your story was lovely. Please give us the next installment soon (but don't neglect your studies!) Cassandra's story has been posted to the guild.

Ann Haker, you're the greatest! Thank YOU for giving these stories such a lovely permanent home. --- Hey, how could anyone EVER think that Mr. Knightley was any LESS attractive than Darcy? A curious sentiment indeed, deserving the most adamant censure (even if I do say so myself)! ;(

Kali, did I spell your full name right at the guild?

Let me check, Ann...:) Even if you didn't, I care not...

Cassandra! Kali! So much Mr. Knightley will make me incapable of anything else but haunting this site!!! You are both wonderful and are giving us all so much pleasure -- keep it up!!! And Cheryl -- I think of CF every time I read your Darcy stories! Too much fun!

The second part of Kali's story has been posted to the Guild site.

I don't write so beautifully as you do, but here's my try: When the news about Lydia's scandal first came, Mary wasn't so very surprised as the rest of her family were, she may have never spoke about anything but books, but, as it was beautifully put in one of the books she read, "Not everything that is known, is told", and she, cleverest, educated, Mary Bennet, have known it all the time, she never spoke a word about it, because, as she meditated weeks ago, nobody would listen. Mamma would be angry, Papa and Lizzy would tease, they always did, they never thought about listening to her seriously, and Kitty would be vexed with the mentioning of her sister's doing, and therefore her own, as a wrong thing. Her only hope was Jane, but Jane, kind and attentive as she was, would never admit that Lydia, or anybody, behav ed wrong. Besides, Jane always made her uneasy, Jane was an angel: Beautiful, kind, affectionate, she was all the things Mary wasn't, and never could be, Mary was ugly, and couldn't think well of anything but great philosophers, all the world seemed to hate Mary, while all the world loved Jane, it wasn't fair! Mary read many great books about justice, and none of them made her think the world was a fair place. She tried everything she could think about, and everything she read about, to be admired and loved, but p ople didn't seem to admire education as much as they did beauty, and every piece of education in the world couldn't make her look prettier, she was sure to die an old maid with no friends or people that, using Lydia's wild way of expressing herself, would care three straws about her. Nobody ever understood her, and nobody ever will. Mentioning Lydia brought her back to reality, which was not less bitter than her thoughts. If she had ever fancied herself able to find a husband, that would love her in spite of her ugliness, now she lost all hopes, she knew perfectly well that sensible men don't want to marry women that their sisters were involved in such a great scandal. Hopeless Mary returned to nursing her weeping mother with a great sigh.

Oh ayelet! I actually feel sorry for Mary! I never thought that would happen! Thank you for your story!

I am so proud of all of you!!!! God, I am ever to get any school work done!!

Hey, this is great stuff, ladies! Cheryl, I'm proud of you. Well done!!

Ayelet - you made us feel for Mary, poor soul. Only you and Maria Lucas take time for her at all!

Ann2, Ayelet,Caroline,Cassandra,Cheryl,Kali and anyone else I forgot - Keep up the great work. Like Rebecca, I'm in danger of not getting work done.;)

Karen: Ann2, Ayelet,Caroline,Cassandra,Cheryl,Kali and anyone else I forgot - Keep up the great work. Like Rebecca, I'm in danger of not getting work done.;) Very good karen! And alphabetized as well! ;-)

Very politic, Karen...you're a dear. ;)

What Were They Thinking? Part Three

What Were They Thinking? Part Four

You are all so creative. Just sorry its taken me so long to figure how to get around this site! Have you considered trying to publish on paper...I know its just for fun, but you are good!

Kali's story has been updated at the Guild. I have also begun to put new stories and newly-added-to stories at the top of the Guild page (or rather at the top of its section: Expanding Austen or Fantasies). There is also a revision date for on the main guild page at the end of each story descritpti on, which tells when the latest additions were made. Starting with Kali's addition today, I will be adding a jump link whenever an addition is made to a story. This link will automatically take you to the newly posted section of the story, so you don't have to read through old stuff to try to find the new. I hope this makes the Derbyshire Writers Guild site easier to use. Any suggestions on improvements are welcome. Enjoy...Ann

Ann, I have been wondering how to contact you for some time now. If I click your name above message will you then get my mail? I find it most appropriate however, to use this public place to thank you for all the trouble you have taken in collecting and arranging our stories. I consider you a dear sweet girl and would not be sorry to carry our acquaintance further. I am also very fond of your introducing lines, after every story title; to me this has a ring from pleasant old books where every chapter has a long and appetizing title.

By the way can anyone explain why that last sentence is parted after and to put appetizing title on a new line??? I have also noticed that the first letter of a word migth then disappear. It is not to my satisfaction. Suppose the error is all mine.

Yapp does weird things to certain spaces/characters, especially t's, it seems...

Ann2, if ever anyone solves that problem they will have undying gratitude from me! Ayelet, your story is lovely!Mary deserves a little something, don't you think? AND THIS IS A PRIVATE MESSAGE TO CAROLYN-SORRY FOR THE INTERRUPTION! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Valentine's too! I DID get your e-mail And have wrote back to you!(hope it's not too slow!) Kali- never mind Law school, start the sequels!

Thanks, Caroline...and Happy Birthday Carolyn!

Aylet , I'll bring your story to bed with me as well as Kali's . I have been thinking of a book you might enjoy. It is called Amy's eyes and is written by Richard Kennedy. We liked it a lot in my family, it is thick and full of contents. And if you are ever able to find any book by author Irmelin Sandman-Lilius please try it. She is an excellent writer from Finland, though she writes in Swedish (Finnish-Swedish actually). Birthday Greetings for You, Carolyn !

Ayelet, thank you for giving Mary more personality than I ever thought she had! I even feel sorry for her. Kali, your Frank/Jane story is really going well. It makes me think, though, how differently the whole last scene would be played today!! Haven't looked at the calendar, but happy birthday, Carolyn, and Happy Valentine's Day to everyone!

MR KNIGHTLEY'S STORY PART TWO It had been only three days since Mr Knightley's arrival at Brunswick Square. For Mr Knightley, however, it seemed like an eternity. His brother's house had long been a place of comfort to him, but now this domestic bliss, a reminder of what he would neve r have, only served to heighten his anguish. Indeed, Emma was never a moment out his thoughts. It pained him, in particular, to see Isabella who was too much like Emma, differing only in those striking inferiorities which always brought the other in brill ancy before him. Even looking at little Emma was torture. Mr Knightley's very soul ached as the child sat smiling at him, her plump, rosy hands toying with the yellow rose he had given her. Emma had always loved yellow roses; Mr Knightley felt that the fl ower best complimented her brilliant hazel eyes and warm, vibrant complexion. All at once, Isabella, who had been entertaining everyone at the pianoforte, interrupted his thoughts. "Dearest Brother! Do you really think Emma will marry Mr Churchill? I strongly suspect an attachment. She writes so highly of him in her letters." A red -faced Mr Knightley, offering no response, immediately began adjusting the top buttons on his leather boots. Still, Isabella persisted. "What do you believe, John? Can she love him? Poor Father will be so distresses. And so soon after Miss Taylor. No doubt, Mr Churchill will insist on taking her into Yorkshire. And, Mr Wingfield tells me that the air in Yorkshire is not very at all favour able." "My dear Isabella," Mr John Knightley exclaimed abruptly, "pray do not concern yourself. If Emma were to marry Mr Churchill, she would be a very fortunate girl, indeed. The man stands to inherit quite a fortune." "Please excuse me, Isabella. But, I think I shall retire for the evening. Good-night John." About to climb the stairs, Mr Knightley instead decided to take a turn about the square. The night air emanating from the parlour window was soft, caressing, and even beckoning. Outside, his attention was immediately transfixed by the brilliant full moon, lighting up the sky. Every where he turned and from every angle its power and golden beauty entranced, moved and bewitched him. And thus for hours, Mr Knightley remained under its haunting spell, comforted by`the thought that she too, so many miles away, was also beholding such perfect majestry. ************************************************************************** "Why Brother dear! You have hardly eaten anything. I really think you should see Mr Wingfield. Such a ghastly day too. It only breathes disease. I don't think it will ever stop raining." "Isabella-Has the morning post come yet?" "Yes-and there is a letter for you from Mr Weston. It must be some parish business" With trembling hands, Mr Knightley tore open the letter. His attention was drawn to the paragraph at the end of the page: You will probably be shocked by this news but Mrs Weston and I have just learned that Frank and Jane Fairfax have been secretly engaged these past months. It was formed at Weymouth, last October, through their friend, Mr Dixon. Mr Knightley felt a torrent of emotions rush through his body. It was if he had been re-born. Shock, however, was not one of the many, all-encompassing emotions that he was experiencing. "Contemptible, selfish-a disgrace to the name of man," he thought an grily. Mr Knightley had long suspected a connection between Frank Chuchill and Jane Fairfax. He had even tried to warn Emma. "OH Emma-the dearest and sweetest of all creatures. What she must be suffering from this discovery!" Without even a moment's thought to how this news might affect his own situation, Mr Knightley immediately knew he must get to Highbury. Filled with only t he most sincere anxiety for her feelings, he needed above all to see her and comfort her. "I will ride all day in the rain if I have to," he muttered passionately. Hastily making his excuses to Isabella, he ran for his horse.

Oh, my! %-}

I want more SEX, Cass!!!!!! :)

Oops...rating limit? :}

Why Kali-I was afraid I might get a reputation. Don't worry more to come in Emma 2. Meet you at Pemberley?

"Yapp does weird things to certain spaces/characters, especially t's, it seems..." Tell me about it!!! I have to try to put back the missing letters when I edit the stories. Luckily the missing letter is usually fairly obvious. I think Terry told Dave about the break every fifth line, apparently that is a part of the Yapp program. Hopef ully Dave will write it out.

cass and kali - I love it all. Poor Jane and george. how much distress they all felt.

Cass's story has been updated at the Guild.

Cass, thank you dear! Poor Mr. Knightly, how he suffers...

What Were They Thinking? Part five

Kali's story has been updated to the Guild. Since parts 3-4 and 5 came in so quickly, I have put jump links to both sections. I also went back and put in the italics that I didn't notice before (Sorry I mi ssed them, Kal.)

OOh Kali-If you keep this up, I might fall in love with Frank too!!!! And poor, tortured Jane. How she suffered!

]And poor, tortured Jane. How she suffered! I agree -- I have frequently wanted to see this story from Jane's point of view. Now, thanks to Kali I am able to do so. :)

Thanks, guys - I'm amazed you're still with me on this marathon serial. I've always had a strange fascination with Frank...okay, obsession. But I could never involve myself with someone like him (again!)...

Cassandra and Kali - thanks for more wonderful reading.

Kali's story has been updated at the Guild.

I hope you don't mind a total newcomer adding something to your collection. Here goes: A letter from Aunt Gardiner My Dear Niece We have just received your letter with your most wonderful news! Your Uncle and I are absolutely delighted. Please extend our warmest congratulations to Mr Darcy. I must confess that when I had no reply to my letter explaining Mr Darcy�s role in the arrangements about Lydia I thought that I had offended you with my assumption that there must be some understanding between you. It seemed so clear when we were all to gether at Pemberley that you knew him somewhat better than we had earlier believed (and liked him somewhat better) and we had really assumed when he came to us with news of Lydia that it was with your knowledge and approval. I was, as I said, rather surp ised to find out it was not so. But it is wonderful to discover that we were not so far wrong in our conjecture. I look forward very much to visiting you at Pemberley. It is almost impossible to contemplate that you will be mistress of that beautiful house and park! What a great Task it will be. But I have no doubt that you will do it admirably, and that Mr Darcy (and indeed all of us) will only have reason to be proud of you. Will you forgive me for saying that I think he is just the husband for you, my dear Lizzy? He is strong and generous and trustworthy and needs only to be reminded occasionally that life need not be so very Serious. You have asked me to praise him, and t here, I have done it. I am so glad to hear that you are so happy and I am sure that your happiness will endure for the length of your life together. I will not write too long, because I want to send this letter to you quickly. I have a Proposition for you and Jane. I am sure you both have much to plan and purchase before the wedding and your Uncle and I would be very pleased to welcome you both to L ondon for a fortnight to visit the warehouses and seamstresses. I am sure that your mother would be glad of a respite from all the preparations also. What do you think of my plan? Your Uncle asks me to send you his best wishes, and you know that you have always had Mine. Yours, very sincerely M. GARDINER Elizabeth sat in the garden reading her aunt�s letter. Mrs Gardiner�s suggestion had immediate appeal. Mrs Bennet had become, if anything, even more excitable about the imminent double wedding in the short weeks since the announcement of Elizabeth and D arcy�s engagement. The strain of the constant fuss was beginning to tell on even Jane�s even temper and Elizabeth was hard put to shield Darcy from the worst of her mother�s importuning. Whether or not Mrs Bennet would be glad of a respite, she knew tha she would. As she reread the note, a shadow fell across the page. She looked up. Mr Darcy stood before her, smiling gently. She had not heard him arrive and he had come into the garden to look for her. �It must be an important letter.� His eyes met hers and she fel t the warmth of an unspoken greeting. She smiled back, her heart lifting as it always did when she saw him again. �It may be more important than you think�. He held out his hand and she took it, rising from the bench. He took her arm and they strolled towards the wilderness at the back of the house, where the last of the autumn leaves were still clinging to the trees. Elizabeth told him of her aunt�s propos al. �But that is a wonderful idea. I was going to tell you today that it has become necessary for me to go to town next week. Georgiana is there and would be overjoyed to see you.� As they walked and talked the plan became even more attractive. Darcy was anxious to show Elizabeth his London house, and introduce her to his London acquaintance. And she could tell, although he did not mention it, that the opportunity to escape from h er family would not be unwelcome. The only remaining obstacle was her mother. The following day Elizabeth headed out for a long solitary walk, as was her custom. She strode energetically up the hill side, her skirts occasionally brushing through the puddles. As she reached the top of the hill she slowed, catching her breath as sh e turned to look at the view. �And what did she say?� Darcy spoke from behind her, and stepped to her side, taking his hand in hers. She turned to him, giving him her other hand, and laughing up at him with delight that he had guessed her intention to walk this way today. �Well, after Jane managed to persuade her that the whole idea was her own, she was in full agreement. We will leave on Monday, and stay for at least a fortnight.� His pleasure was obvious and he caught up her gloved hands and bent his head to kiss them. He tipped his head back and grinned at her. �Bravo Jane� he said softly, causing a catch in her heart. He turned, her hand still firmly in his, and they walked towards the nearby grove of trees, silhouetted against the wintery sky. They didn�t speak, but she felt the unspoken communication of his happiness and love in the pressure of his hand. She skipped, partly to keep up with his longer stride and partly out of pure lightness of heart. He turned to her, smiling and raising an eyebrow in inquiry. �I�m just so happy� she said, her eyes dancing. �It will be so wonderful to go to London, to see my aunt and uncle, to see Miss Darcy and.... I�m just so happy.� He smiled, infected by her light spirits, and raised her hand to his lips. As he lowered i t their eyes met and her breath caught as she received a burst of an altogether more serious emotion. Unable to drag his eyes from hers, he slowly raised his hand to her face, tenderly pushing one escaping curl behind her ear, then gently touching her cheek. Without taking her eyes from his, she inclined her head towards his hand and kissed his gloved fi ngers. �I love you� she murmured, all seriousness now. He closed his eyes and reclaimed his hand, and breathed again. He swallowed, struggling to control his need to touch her again, to hold her. Soon he thought. He opened his eyes and smiled at her. � I love to hear you say it� he said quietly, and, taking her hand again, walked on.

What a thoughtless cad. He deserves to be publicly exposed! tell us more, Kali

kate - no thoughtless cads in your story tonight. YOur lovely story must have come in while I was reading kali's latest installment. lovely of you to get Elizabeth and Darcy some relief from Mrs. Bennet. Even Jane and Bingley will welcome the opportunity to get away.

Brava Kate! What a welcome addition to our merry little band you are! ;-)

What Were They Thinking? Part Seven

Sappy, sappy. Please shoot me.

Kali: Sappy, sappy. Please shoot me. No, no, not at all...I really like (well, I suppose "like" is not the word!) really feel Jane's anguish here. She always comes off as so controlled that it's refreshing to see that she's human after all! ;-)

This is my first attempt at Fan Fiction. Please be kind! Note: This chapter takes place assuming that Lizzie never traveled to Derbyshire with her aunt & uncle and that the chance meeting at Pemberley never took place. The Bennett household was awoken by a knock at the door. Mrs. Bennett, in an agitated state got up exclaiming "Oh Mr. Bennett, who could it be at this hour of the night? Do be careful, we could all be murdered in our beds!" Mr. Bennett, although a little shaken at being pulled out of bed in such a manner went down stairs and answered the door. An express had come from Colonel Foster informing the family that Lydia had run off with George Wickham. Mrs. Bennett couldn't contain her displeasure and cried:"We are all ruined!" Lizzie knew it had been a mistake to send Lydia to Brighton. She had warned her father against it and insisted he watch over his youngest daughter's reckless and wild behaviour but her pleadings had gone unheard. Now they were all going t o feel the consequences of her ill breading. Mr. Bennett decided there and then to go to London and search for his youngest child and enlisted the help of his brother-in-law Mr. Gardiner. Both men searched for days but to no avail. London was far too big and neither knew where to begin. The two love rs had concealed there whereabouts very well. It did not take long for news of the scandal to spread. All over Longbourne and Meryton all anyone could talk about was Lydia and Wickham. Anywhere the rest of the Bennett girls went they were stared at, snickered and ridiculed. It was indeed a most unfor tunate affair. What made matters worse was the fact that Mr. Collins knew about it as well and couldn't contain the news for long and even told his patroness Lady Catherine. "Oh what horror" thought Lizzie, "Mr. Darcy must be congratulating himself now on his escape." Mr. Bennett returned from London without Lydia. He was so distraught over his daughter's behaviour, lack of morals and most of all of his neglect as a father to his children that not long after he suffered a heart attack and died. Mrs. Bennett's worst fea rs had come true: Mr. Bennett was dead, none of her daughters were married and the estate would be entailed to Mr. Collins. What were they to do? Where were they to go? Luckily for them, Mr. Gardiner was their salvation. He offered his sister and nieces a place to stay and settled all Mr. Benett's affairs. All five daughters were left with --- pounds from their father's estate. The chances of Lizzie or Jane making a good match were now non-existent. They couldn't depend on a husband to relieve their suffering. They had to take care of themselves. Both Jane nad Lizzie knew that they couldn't rely on their uncle's generosity forev er. There was only one respectable thing that a young woman could do to earn a living, become a governess. With the money inherited from their father's estate the two eldest Miss Bennetts enrolled in --- school. TEN YEARS LATER Lizzie was now thirty years old but had not lost any of her beauty. She still had a lively disposition and frankness about her that was endearing to all who met her. Her students were now at an age where her services would no longer be needed and decided to advertise in the London newspapers to seek new employment. She received many replies but one attracted her more than others: "Dear Miss Bennett, Your services as governess are required for a six year old girl named Anne. I am searching for a qualified woman with great knowledge and insight to teach my child to become an accomplished woman like her mother. Please send your references to me at ---- Park as soon as possible. Richard Hindley" The words "accomplished woman" brought Lizzie back to the time at Netherfield Park when she was discussing the meaning of those words with Miss Bingley and Mr. Darcy. "Did that time in my life ever occur, or was it just a dream? How long it has been since then" she thought. Life was much simpler and happier then for Lizzie causing tears to well up in her eyes at this refelction. Mrs. Hindley was extremely pleased with Elizabeth as governess. She found her to be open, funny, knowledgeable and amiable. Indeed she was a perfect choice for her shy daughter. To Mrs. Hindley's displeasure, Anne had inherited her mother's shyness but sh e was confident that with Elizabeth's guidance and personality that Anne would soon grow out of it. There was something else about Elizabeth that Mrs. Hindley found familiar. She couldn't put her finger on it but knew that she had heard of her before. On a beautiful spring day, Lizzie was giving Anne a piano lesson when Mrs. Hindley interupted them and said:"Miss Bennett, please ensure that Anne learns her piece by heart by next week. I want her to give a recital for my brother when he visits." To this Anne excalimed "Is uncle coming? I can't wait! Do you think he will bring me a knew doll Mama?" "I'm sure he will Anne, he loves you too much to disappoint you!" replied her mother. The following Saturdy, late at night, a carriage was heard coming up the path at --- Park. Anne stopped playing and ran towards the window. "It's him, he's here" she exclaimed. "Uncle has arrived, I must go down and see him." Before Lizzie could reply, An ne was out the door to greet her uncle. A few moments later Lizzie heard Anne's voice:"Uncle, you must come meet my governess, she taught me a new piece to play for you. Come this way, she's in the music room." To Lizzie's surprise, standing there before her was none other than Mr. Darcy. He wa s equally shocked. He never in a million years expected to see her there as governess to his niece. "Miss Bennett, what a surprise, it's been a very long time, I never expected, I mean I never knew you became a governess!" he exclaimed. "You know Miss Ben ett uncle?" asked Anne. "Yes" he replied, "we knew each other a long time ago." As he uttered those words, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. Here she was, standing before him as lovely as ever. He never loved anyone the way he loved her. He thought he had gotten over her but upon seeing her again those same feelings came rushing back. Her presence overpowered him, she intoxicated him with a pleasure that he never wanted to end. For Lizzie, seeing Darcy brought back memories of his proposal at Hunsford and of her reply. Even after all these years she was ahamed of herself for having thought so ill of him and of pre-judging him. "I didn't know that Mrs. Hindley was your sister, I never had the pleasure to meet her before I was employed here." To this, Mrs. Hindley entered the room and said:"I see you've met Miss Bennett, brother. She has become a valuable treasure to our family." Elizabeth was moved by those words. "Yes I have Georgiana, but Miss Bennett and I were acquainted once before, several years ago. You were too young to remember my mentioning her to our cousin Colonel Fitzwilliam." "I am so sorry I didn't remember you Miss Bennett. If I had I would have mentioned you to my brother sooner. Please accept my appology." "Mrs. Hindley" she replied, "there's nothing to forgive, we hear and meet so many people in our life that it's impossible to remember them all." Darcy never forgot her, she was always in his thoughts. He never met anyone like her before or since. He was eager to be alone with her, but how? Mr. Hindley arrived and welcomed his brother-in-law to his home. He then invited Darcy to play a game of bill iards before dinner. Darcy wanted to say no and stay with Elizabeth but hadn't thought of an excuse so he was forced to concede. He was ushered out of the music room but before leaving turned back and gazed once more at the beautiful vision that haunted h s dreams. He tried to keep up his end of the conversation with Hindley but it was too hard a task. While shooting billiards, he recalled the time at Netherfield when he was alone, in the billiard room and she walked in. She was so beautiful, her fine dark eyes spar kling, her dark brown hair perfectly coiffed, her figure light and pleasing in that cream-coloured dress. He hadn't forgotten anything about her. "If only I had said something" he thought, "instead of standing there mute and reserved. Had I had more pleas ng manners we could have entered into a wonderful conversation and she could have learned to love me the way I loved her". This was getting him nowhere. "Could have, should have, would have, serves me no good now. I must act in the present. I must show he r that her reproof changed me for the better!" My mind has drawn a blank now. If someone wants to finish it please feel free.