{"id":7449,"date":"2022-10-16T13:21:21","date_gmt":"2022-10-16T17:21:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elizabethannwest.com\/author\/?p=7449"},"modified":"2024-08-31T10:40:12","modified_gmt":"2024-08-31T14:40:12","slug":"the-heart-of-marriage-chapter-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/elizabethannwest.com\/author\/wip\/the-heart-of-marriage-chapter-4\/","title":{"rendered":"The Heart of Marriage Chapter 4"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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Is it wrong that current me is asking why past me thought 3 main storylines and 2 subplots was a super good idea? \ud83d\ude42\u00a0 – Elizabeth Ann West<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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Chapter 4 - The Heart of Marriage, Book 6 of the Moralities of Marriage, a Pride & Prejudice Variation<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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Elizabeth Darcy happily escaped to her suite of rooms at Pemberley and warned her maid, Higgins, that she was not to be disturbed.<\/span><\/p>

“Unless it is my husband,” Elizabeth added and Higgins gave her a knowing grin.<\/span><\/p>

“I will have a tray for luncheon brought up to your room, Ma’am,” Higgins said, and then curtsied. She had worked for Elizabeth long enough to know when her mistress wanted her company and when she could dismiss herself. Mrs. Darcy was not too keen on all of the formalities where it came to having her own lady’s maid, but she did relent in calling Betsy by her surname when they were in Scotland over the summer.<\/span><\/p>

Finally alone, a rarity despite the expansiveness of Pemberley, Elizabeth braved breaking the seal on the letter from her husband’s cousin. However, since her visit to Rosings in the spring, Anne Fitzwilliam was one of the few women Mrs. Darcy considered to be a friend.<\/span><\/p>

As she expected, more than a few sheets slipped out of the thicker parchment protecting the letter, and Elizabeth bent over to pick them up and reassemble the order. She laughed at herself as the new changes to her body hindered her ability to simply reach down, and she adjusted to bending her knees and turning slightly to the side of the papers. When she stood back up, she enjoyed the mid-day sunshine on the settee in her private dressing room.<\/span><\/p>

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November 20, 1812<\/span><\/i><\/p>

Dearest Mrs. Darcy,<\/span><\/i><\/p>

In the absence of news to the contrary, I trust that you and your family are doing as well in health and prosperity as can be expected. I pray that good fortune and the Lord’s blessings continue to shine on everyone in residence at Pemberley.<\/span><\/i><\/p>

Despite all the trials and tribulations our great families have faced, I am so relieved to have your friendship and support during these difficult times. You truly are one of the strongest and most courageous women I know, and I admire you deeply. I still laugh at the way you were so willing to conspire with me against my mother so my dear Richard and I could wed. I have not forgotten. One of my biggest regrets is that Mother never truly accepted our marriage, and I did not have another chance to seek her blessing.<\/span><\/i><\/p>

An unloving relationship between a mother and daughter is no less of a burden to lose, it appears. The grief I have suffered over the loss of my mother has at times consumed me. I have fallen into despair far more often than I ever wished to experience, most especially in front of my poor Richard. The man wants a great villain to slay, a battle to command, and I’m afraid there is none. I suspect even though he was most often rejected by my mother, he too, grieves the loss of his aunt, despite her personal failings.<\/span><\/i><\/p>

The journey from London to Rosings felt longer and more arduous than before, largely in part to my body’s penchant for exhaustion. I am eager, more than ever, now to meet the babe that will begin our family. I argued most fervently for us to hasten back to Rosings, and Dr. Sims agreed with me over my husband’s wishes. Do not breathe a word to Richard, but I fear he was more correct. Graciously, he did not once remind me of what a fool’s errand it was to travel over thirty miles with my health, even as I had to request we stop and rest almost triple the number of times we usually would. Richard offered words of endearment and support whenever I needed it most.<\/span><\/i><\/p>

We arrived at Rosings at nearly dusk. A home that had once seemed so promising and beautiful to me stood as a hollow mausoleum, meant to hold a family whose spirit had long since abandoned it. Before we left London, Richard brought Mr. Longwell, the younger, to the townhouse and he explained to me the particulars of both my mother’s and father’s wills. Another few months, assuming the child and I both survived, and Rosings would have been mine. Instead, it will no longer be held in trust and pass to my Uncle Frederick de Bourgh. I cannot recall ever meeting the man, I believe my father and he were estranged…<\/span><\/i><\/p>

As Elizabeth turned the page, she felt a sympathetic pain in her abdomen as she imagined Anne’s plight. It was only two months ago she had traveled from Hertfordshire to Pemberley and she could readily attest that travel by carriage did not always agree with the expectant mother. Rising to stand, to alleviate her physical discomfort, she continued reading.<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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For the Love of a Bennet<\/strong><\/p>

What if Elizabeth Bennet traveled with Lydia to Brighton<\/em>?<\/span>

A reimagining of Jane Austen’s most beloved tale,\u00a0Pride & Prejudice,\u00a0<\/span>join author Elizabeth Ann West as she writes the romantic adventure story she always wanted! When Lizzy and Lydia arrive in Brighton, it’s very clear that the younger Bennet sister came with very serious plans towards Mr. Wickham. Thankfully, an old ally is also in town, with problems of his own to solve. After Mr. Darcy, himself, is summoned to Brighton to hopefully solve two dilemmas with one wealthy member of the gentry, the whole militia is thrown into an uproar by Wickham’s most dastardly deed, yet. Together, Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy have to save Lydia from her own undoing, or it will mean more than just mere reputations are ruined.

For the Love of a Bennet<\/em>\u00a0<\/span>is a novel length story, currently being posted chapter by chapter on Elizabeth’s author site. This story was originally conceptualized in 2019 as a part of the All Go to Brighton challenge.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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I worry that my grief is not only for my mother but also for the estate that I grew up on, where I dreamed of raising my family and lifting the sad, dark veil of my mother’s reign upon the land. How does one reconcile they mourn a house and not question if they are being punished by God for their own sin of greed? Perhaps I should not question too greatly the plans of the Almighty in both His timing in taking my mother and the details of my inheritance. With my mother’s settlement, Richard and I will have more than enough to live almost anywhere of our choosing, and that is a blessing I am most grateful to keep. I did pray for freedom of Rosings almost my entire life, how wretched am I to turn down an answer to my pleadings?<\/span><\/i><\/p>

By the time we arrived, Mrs. Georgiana Wickham had already seen to the arrangements of my mother’s interment. Mrs. Annesley, my long-time companion who stayed behind with Mother, confirmed that she passed away in her sleep, there was nothing to be done. Dr. Smeads has left, now that there is neither Mother nor me to care for or pay his bill. Almost immediately upon our arrival, Richard and I were made to feel unwelcome in our return and unwanted by Georgiana.<\/span><\/i><\/p>

The larder was practically bare. Richard used funds to procure food from the village. I learned that my mother fell ill some weeks ago, not long after we left for London with Darcy. Not a line was written to alert us, though I cannot truthfully state that my husband and I would have taken much stock in the report. My mother died not a week after we left for London. Without my mother at the helm, the staff listened to Mrs. Wickham, who grew bolder and bolder in her demands. Her decisions left the household in an uproar…<\/span><\/i><\/p>

Reading the ghastly report in Anne’s own hands, Elizabeth gasped and mindlessly paced her room. Her steps grew more agitated as Anne described Georgiana’s reprehensible behavior in great detail. When she had reached the part about Mr. Darcy’s sister concealing the death of Lady Catherine de Bourgh for weeks, she came to an abrupt halt. Tears began to well in her eyes in empathy with poor Anne as she began reading the next part.<\/span><\/p>

My mother’s body had been buried for weeks before we received word from Georgiana, as she intended to keep control of Rosings Park, undisturbed, for as long as she could. Mrs. Annesley, I believe, was also instrumental in confronting my younger cousin, as the staff began leaving in droves. They each had received their quarter’s pay at the end of September, and even without a reference, they took their fortunes elsewhere. I can only guess at what terror Mrs. Wickham put them through, and if she held more experience, she would have known the first few weeks after the quarter is the worst time to place stress on the staff. The new owners of Rosings will have a difficult winter until the hiring fair in spring. But perhaps my uncle and his family will not be so very inconvenienced if their living conditions are less than Rosings is now.<\/span><\/i><\/p>

By the third day, both Richard and I grew weary of holding the same argument with our cousin. Georgiana is convinced that the correct will of Sir Lewis de Bourgh states that her deceased husband held the priority of inheritance. No amount of logic or evidence to the contrary persuaded her otherwise. She demanded of my husband that the remainder of her dowry be released to her control, a decision I believe would be greatly to her detriment. I endeavored to feel compassion for her, as she has most recently delivered her son, and still mourns the loss of her husband. I suspected the loss of my mother, even though the protection she provided is far from pleasant, was protection, all the same, has increased Georgiana’s sense of vulnerability. It is the only explanation I can give for her harsh words and disgraceful behavior…<\/span><\/i><\/p>

“No! That is what everyone always does for that girl! Make excuses for her behavior. But this time, she has gone too far,” Elizabeth said, combatively to the letter that could not reply.<\/span><\/p>

“Ma’am?” Higgins interrupted as a maid brought a tray of food into the room.<\/span><\/p>

Still distracted by the letter, Elizabeth pointed at the small table where the tray could go and waved her maid off. She turned her back and flipped the page, blinking her tears away. She felt compelled to finish the letter to learn more about what happened at Rosings.<\/span><\/p>

Unfortunately, we had to decide on our travel sooner than we desired due to my condition. Knowing how uncomfortable the trip was for me to Rosings, even I wanted to leave the estate of my childhood sooner than later. Not knowing my father’s kin, I did not wish to risk staying in the Dowager Cottage for more weeks and then finding ourselves in the difficult position of remaining in Kent through the winter.<\/span><\/i><\/p>

Despite us offering to bring her with us, Georgiana categorically refused to leave. She accused us of tricking her out of her son’s inheritance. We tried to explain that there was no inheritance for young Master Thomas Wickham, but it was to no avail. Regrettably, we loaded a wagon with the last of the things I wished to keep, even as Georgiana tried to tell me I could not take anything while the estate was in probate. I am not certain where she is getting her information, as Mr. Longwell, the senior, told my husband that Georgiana had written to him for advice and he had not written back. He believes a seventeen-year-old young woman, even if she is a widow, ought to seek the counsel of her guardians. I suppose it is lucky that Mr. Longwell was not blessed with daughters.<\/span><\/i><\/p>

We did not wish to leave Georgiana alone to accept my father’s family, but what other choice did we have? She is too old to be put into a carriage, kicking and screaming, though my husband suggested such a solution. I refused. I worry for my cousin, but I know she is resourceful when needs must. I only hope she comes to her senses before it is too late. I did wonder, privately in the carriage, if some impartial trustee could be designated for Georgiana’s dowry, but Richard said that was a question best left for your husband…<\/span><\/i><\/p>

Outside in the hall, Mr. Darcy brushed his hair back, then rapped his knuckles on the door to his wife’s bedroom. He waited impatiently, tapping his foot, and then tried the handle, entering before being acknowledged. Instead of finding a wife in the amorous mood she held when she left his study a half hour ago, she turned on him with a sour expression across her face.<\/span><\/p>

“Did Richard tell you about Georgiana’s treachery?”<\/span><\/p>

Mr. Darcy sighed. Ignoring his wife’s question, he gallantly strolled over to her bed and slipped off his shoes. As he spoke, he relaxed upon the mattress with his hands clasped behind his head. “In some words, yes.”<\/span><\/p>

Instinctively, Elizabeth drew closer to her husband, laying the unfinished letter on her pillow. She clambered up to sit facing him, with her knees tucked beneath her. She grabbed the letter and began reading it out loud:<\/span><\/p>

“Richard promised he would return within the month, once he had seen me safely delivered to London. Secretly, I don’t wish for him to go, and certainly not before we hear from Uncle Henry, who is seeking Lord Brahmington and his wife to leave Alnwick Castle in the north. We also left Georgiana with some funds, but nothing extravagant. Just before we left, the estate received a letter to expect my uncle and his son to arrive within the month.” <\/span><\/i>Elizabeth stopped reading and addressed her husband.<\/span><\/p>

“Anne suggests we appoint a trustee and give Georgiana her dowry. What are your thoughts?”<\/span><\/p>

Darcy closed his eyes. Elizabeth sat patiently, her spine rigid, as she expected an answer from her husband. The room fell into a heavy silence as their accord about handling family matters together was tested.<\/span><\/p>

“Wouldn’t you like to know how things went with your mother?” he asked.<\/span><\/p>

“In due time,” Elizabeth retorted, shaking the letter to emphasize her current quarry. Waiting for her husband to realize she would not be put off, Elizabeth read the rest of the letter, silently.<\/span><\/p>

As we drove away, I wanted to feel some pangs of pain or regret. But I felt numb to the world and my problems in it, finding the experience of being an adult orphan utterly foreign. I have not given my cousin Darcy enough credit for his work in the last few years. This void is frightening and I do not wish for it to overtake my joys.<\/span><\/i><\/p>

Regardless of what the future holds for Georgiana and her son, I must remind myself that it is their home, not mine. I hope my father’s relations are kind and will allow a distant relation and her young son to remain on the property. I even suggested that she consider moving to the Dowager Cottage, but that repulsed her.<\/span><\/i><\/p>

I believe we plan to remain in London until my confinement, but I hope we can come to see you and your family in the spring.<\/span><\/i><\/p>

With Love,<\/span><\/i><\/p>

Anne Fitzwilliam<\/span><\/i><\/p>

Carefully, Elizabeth refolded the letter and shifted her weight as to leave her bed and husband’s proximity. Mr. Darcy gently reached out and placed his hand over hers.<\/span><\/p>

“What do you believe we should do about Georgiana?” he asked.<\/span><\/p>

Casting the letter to her bedside table, Elizabeth blew out a breath and then opened and closed her mouth repeatedly, before finally speaking. “At the moment, Fitzwilliam, I have the most intense feelings of wrath against the girl, my opinion is irrational.”<\/span><\/p>

“Then you understand how I also feel.”<\/span><\/p>

The truth of their shared emotional state broke her resolve. She desperately wanted his physical comfort and so she leaned forward to lay next to him. Mr. Darcy awkwardly shifted his arms to catch her as she snuggled down into the crook of his arm. Their breathing regulated to each other, and he stroked the outside of her arm with his hand.<\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth felt her anger slowly begin to dissipate as she listened to the steady, strong heartbeat of her husband. She could not deny that Mr. Darcy loved Georgiana deeply and wanted only what was best for her. The problem was Georgiana continued to be an unwilling participant in her own success.<\/span><\/p>

“What did my mother say about the ball?” Elizabeth asked.<\/span><\/p>

Mr. Darcy chuckled and squeezed his wife’s form next to him. “I asked her to begin planning dinners for the local gentry once a week, on Thursdays, as it was a tradition of my parents.”<\/span><\/p>

“But that should be a task for me as well,” Elizabeth pointed out and her husband laughed again, with his deep, baritone voice disturbing her position, she gently pulled away to sit up.<\/span><\/p>

Darcy followed her and cupped her face with his hands.<\/span><\/p>

“Should I do everything my steward does?” he asked, nuzzling his nose to hers.<\/span><\/p>

“No,” she said, immediately.<\/span><\/p>

“Then give your mother tasks. Do you want less time, Mrs. Darcy, for your . . .” he began, clearing his throat, and tantalizingly marching his fingertips down her back until she shuddered, “other pursuits?” he finished, huskily.<\/span><\/p>

She leaned into and the couple shared a kiss, that led to another and another. As they began to divest one another of clothing, Elizabeth relented that his plan for Mother Bennet was a solid one. Any plans for Georgiana would require more thought and planning.<\/span><\/p>

For the rest of the Pemberley household, nothing was amiss. Since Mr. Darcy had returned from London at the beginning of November, the couple often spent the afternoon secluded to accommodate Mrs. Darcy’s need for rest. Even though her body no longer suffered the same symptoms she did earlier in her condition, the newlywed couple found the brief respite from family and estate obligations one they wished to keep.<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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You’ve been reading The Heart of Marriage.\u00a0<\/i><\/p>

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Book 6 of the Moralities of Marriage Series.<\/span>

The final book of the Moralities of Marriage Series sees Mr. and Mrs. Darcy fighting off scandal and family strife once and for all. Mr. Darcy is summoned to London to provide answers for Mr. Wickham’s crimes. Too many of High Society were hoodwinked by the mining scheme, and outside forces would relish plundering the Darcy coffers to compensate for their losses.<\/span>

At Pemberley, Elizabeth is set on establishing herself as Mistress of the House, no matter what her mother believes. As the house goes into mourning for Mr. Darcy’s aunt, her sisters are despondent that the yuletide ball is cancelled. Especially when none of them knew the woman! The Bingleys try to distract the younger sisters by enlisting their aid in finding a home of their own.<\/span>

The old scores of his parents’ generation keep Darcy in London longer than he planned. Not even his cousin is immune to the costs of past treacheries. Despite the machinations of Marlborough and Derby, Fitzwilliam is desperate to get home and see the birth of his first child.<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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