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Chapter 2 - A Winter Wrong, a Pride and Prejudice Variation
Warm sun, diffused by a window, shined on Elizabeth’s face. She slowly opened her eyes before groaning at the stiffness she felt all over. Rising from the bed, she remembered she was at Netherfield Park, yet her head ached something awful. As her eyes were still sleepy, she rubbed them until the bedroom came into sharper focus.
Decorated in soothing greens and creams from the rug to the paper on the wall, Elizabeth sighed as she adored the fine suite she had been assigned while caring for Jane. But today she would be returning home since Jane felt better and her father would surely send the carriage for them. Finding a fresh morning gown in the wardrobe, Elizabeth dressed and cleaned her face. As she twisted her hair up into a simple style, the bedroom door opened and a maid appeared.
“Pardon me, madam. I did not know you had risen,” the maid said.
Elizabeth laughed and smiled at the young woman she recognized as Becky, the eldest daughter of the Combes family who farmed the northern edge of Longbourn.
“Becky, it’s me.”
Raising her eyes, Becky flashed a quick grin before swiftly averting her eyes as was expected of all of the servants if they wished to stay employed in the Bingley household. Elizabeth frowned when she accepted the situation.
“I am nearly finished. I do not need your help this morning. Thank you,” Elizabeth said as she gently dismissed the maid.
Becky nodded slowly and began to walk backward out of the room. This made Elizabeth cross her arms in front of her. Inconceivable! Miss Bingley thought herself royalty now? Elizabeth felt she would have to say something about that when she had the chance. In the meantime, she checked her appearance once more in the mirror and released a breath.
As Elizabeth descended the stairs, she felt herself grip the banister with more urgency than usual. The dizziness in her head threatened to return, and it was only her firm resolve that she would not be ill that allowed her to continue on, suddenly realizing she felt ravenous. Entering the breakfast parlor Elizabeth became confused to see the room empty of prepared food and people. Hearing voices behind her, she closed the doors and crossed the foyer to the study.
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Chapter 2 (cont'd) - A Winter Wrong, a Pride and Prejudice Variation
As she opened the doors, which felt too heavy for some reason, she spied Jane sobbing on the settee with Caroline holding her hand. The two gentlemen in the room rose as Elizabeth entered.
Jane looked up, and though her eyes were red-rimmed, she screamed out her sister’s name.
“Oh, Lizzie!”
Jane held her arms out, and Elizabeth did what any sister would do when presented with such a distressed loved one, she rushed into them. Hugging her sister, Elizabeth tried to hush her as Jane cried harder.
“Jane, Jane! I’m fine. Whatever’s wrong?” Elizabeth pulled back to see if there was any obvious reason for her sister’s distress.
Miss Bingley slithered away from Jane’s side as Elizabeth arrived and managed to find the arm of Mr. Darcy who stood watching the tender scene between the sisters.
“Well, this is quite mawkish, wouldn’t you say, Mr. Darcy?” Caroline asked off-handedly.
With his sternest gaze, Darcy looked down at Caroline and refused to answer.
“They just lost their father, Caroline! How could you be so uncaring?” Mr. Bingley chided his sister as he continued to watch Jane, his perfect angel, Jane, crying so freely. His face grim, he rubbed his mouth with his hand and turned away from the scene to collect himself.
Elizabeth heard the exchange behind her and keeping an arm on her sister, she froze. Slowly, she turned around to address the Netherfield residents.
“Pardon me?” When none of the London set would answer, she looked to Jane.
Making eye contact with her sister, Jane nodded her head and began to sob anew. Stunned, Elizabeth lowered herself onto the settee next to Jane and became like stone.
How? When? She was so confused, and nothing made any sense. Words and voices swirled around her, and though the dizziness was making another rally, she shook her head.
“Home. We must go home, Jane. Thank you so much for your hospitality, Mr. Bingley, but might we borrow your carriage?” Elizabeth’s voice croaked, and she felt so very thirsty but pushed that need aside.
“No!” Charles Bingley responded before straightening his waist coat as he turned around and moderated his tone before speaking again. “What I mean is, Miss Elizabeth, you should not travel. You have barely recovered yourself, and it would not do to jeopardize your health and Miss Bennet’s again.”
“But we too could be at risk Charles!” Caroline piped up from where she sat with Mrs. Hurst.
Charles shook his head between the two groups of women, on the one hand, his scheming sisters and on the other, the kind and distraught sisters he wished to make his family. Before he could say anything, Mr. Darcy’s deep baritone voice interceded.
“Miss Elizabeth? Have you eaten?”
Elizabeth looked up at him with a quizzical expression. How had he remembered that she had yet to eat and could she possibly eat at a time like this? Becky suddenly entered the study carrying a tray that someone must have ordered. She was stunned to see Mr. Darcy prepare a plate of strawberries and cheese and hand it to her.
“You’ve been so ill. Eat this, and we shall explain all that has happened.”
Elizabeth nodded and gingerly took a bite of the cheese. She had not realized how hungry she had been, hadn’t she just eaten last evening? Yes, they had roast duck, and Miss Bingley kept talking on and on about a past dinner the rest of them had the pleasure of eating at a ball in London to the exclusion of Elizabeth.
“Bingley, perhaps Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst would be willing to assist Miss Bennet upstairs to rest?”
Charles brightened at the excuse to offer his arm to Jane, ignoring that Darcy had suggested his sisters escort her. Once Charles began to escort Miss Bennet to the door, Miss Bingley faced a dilemma. She wanted to stay and prevent Miss Elizabeth from having time alone with Darcy, yet if her brother escorted Jane upstairs alone, he could likely find himself in a compromising position and be forced to marry the penniless woman. Aggravated, Miss Bingley rose from where she sat with Mrs. Hurst and decided she could simply return to the study with Charles as soon as Jane was settled.
When Mrs. Hurst appeared unwilling to rise, Darcy gave her a stern look, and the older woman found herself most disconcerted. Collecting the baby clothes she had been sewing, she too quit the study to check on her husband. By this time of day, Mr. Hurst could typically be found full from drink and napping in the library. Mr. Darcy rose to follow Mrs. Hurst before bidding the maid to stay in the room. Then he closed the door.
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Chapter 2(cont'd) - A Winter Wrong, a Pride and Prejudice Variation
Elizabeth tried to voice that she was not comfortable being alone with Mr. Darcy, even with a maid present, but couldn’t think of a polite way to express such a notion.
“Forgive me, but I recall the day when I lost my own father and thought you might like a more private audience to learn all of the particulars.” Mr. Darcy stared at the door and swallowed hard before he turned around to see Miss Elizabeth.
Elizabeth slowly nodded, wondering why the disagreeable Mr. Darcy was being so kind to her? Perhaps the man had more to him than she gave him credit for, but that little thought left her mind as quickly as it surfaced due to weightier matters at hand.
“How long was I ill?” she asked.
“Two days.” He made himself a plate of refreshments and motioned for the maid to pour them both some tea.
Elizabeth’s throat suddenly felt as if it was on fire, and she happily accepted the tea and dedicated herself to draining the cup.
Watching her drink so eagerly, Darcy smiled briefly as he was reassured she must be on the mend. Finishing his own refreshment, he returned his plate to the table between them and rested his hands on his knees. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that his attraction to Miss Elizabeth was ill-conceived, and even more so now that they were friendless in the world.
She ignored the impatient Mr. Darcy and held out her cup for another serving which Becky happily supplied. After taking a few more sips, Elizabeth slowed down and finally looked to Mr. Darcy.
“I fear I must ask your pardon for eating and drinking like an ogre. I find myself thirstier than I anticipated.” Elizabeth gave a light laugh and then suddenly remembered the somber news Mr. Darcy had to tell her. Seeing the man’s face remained stern, she scolded herself for inevitably disappointing Mr. Darcy’s strong sense of propriety and slid her cup back to the table.
“We all thought Miss Bennet’s illness the result of her ride in the rain, but it was not to be. After you succumbed to the same sickness, we quickly learned that many in the county were likewise afflicted.”
“And my father?”
“Settled in his chest before he knew what was wrong, or so we are told.”
Elizabeth covered her face with her hands and imagined her father’s face, white and stricken, coughing but still going about his day.
“He had ridden out to check on a tenant with a stricken young child, and it appears he never returned home.” Darcy’s voice was barely above a whisper as Elizabeth let out a sudden loud sob.
Her poor father! No one was there to tuck him into bed and care for him when he was rendered unconscious. As the minutes ticked by, the doors to the study opened and Caroline entered with an air of superiority.
“The carriage is waiting, Miss Elizabeth, if you would like to return to your home.”
Elizabeth stood too quickly and gripped the couch arm as Becky rushed forward to steady her. Before Elizabeth could say a word, Mr. Darcy issued another edict.
“Please help Miss Elizabeth to her bed and send up some broth. Will you be sure that she eats it?” he said, spying her plate of cheese and fruit untouched beyond the first bite. Becky nodded before slowly escorting the woman who had always brought the nicest fabric scraps to her father’s home for her and her sisters to make gowns.
As Elizabeth complied with the gentle steering from Becky, she came to a halt at the foot of the stairs. The flight took on the appearance of an insurmountable climb and Elizabeth needed a moment to collect her energy. She refused, though, to ask Mr. Darcy or anyone else for more assistance and instead took them one step at a time, unable to eavesdrop on the heated conversation between Mr. Darcy and Miss Bingley wafting into the hall from the study. But she did clearly hear the names of her sister and Mr. Bingley spouted in angry tones.
As Becky tucked her into bed and promised to retrieve her some broth, Elizabeth managed to ask a question or two.
“Becky, who was the child my father was checking on?”
Fluffing up the pillows, Becky frowned and could barely speak above a whisper.
“Was me brother, Davey.”
Elizabeth swallowed as she nervously asked for one more detail. “Is he… is he?”
Becky nodded. “This sickness is a nasty business Miss Elizabeth. Took many it did.”
“Thank you,” Elizabeth whispered before giving in to her mental, physical, and emotional exhaustion and falling deep asleep.
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A Winter Wrong, Book 1 of the Seasons of Serendipity
a Pride and Prejudice novella variation series
Release Date: July 17, 2014
33,000 words, ~177 pages in print.
When Jane Bennet’s illness at Netherfield ends up not being just a trifling cold, but an epidemic that sweeps through Hertfordshire, the lives at Longbourn are turned upside down. Elizabeth Bennet finds herself lost without a cherished loved one and the interferences of one Fitzwilliam Darcy most aggravating. Combating the bombastic behavior of Mr. Collins, Elizabeth runs to London for the protection of her aunt and uncle. But acquaintances and introductions bring Mr. Darcy back into her life and Elizabeth discovers he might just mend her broken heart.
A sweetheart romantic novella, A Winter Wrong is the first in a series of seasonal episodes following the Bennet family after the loss of their patriarch. Winter explores the feelings of grief and loss we all have experienced, while still retaining a silver lining for that dark cloud.
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