Alias Thomas Bennet (3 page)

Thomas took her hands, laying a brief kiss on each one, and said tenderly, “I also wish it could be so, my dear.” He looked into the girl’s eyes for a moment then recollected himself and stepped back.

“I am surprised you are so calm!”

“As am I, but you did not see me as I was preparing! I behaved as if angry at the maid and could not sit still for an instant. It is a wonder I am here; she should have murdered me the way I was speaking to her! But truly, Thomas, it is your presence that calmed me.”

“Well, then! We must not waste your good humour! If I cannot have the first dance, let me at least escort you into the ball.”

“I thank you, sir!” She smiled as she took his arm.

She was much admired at the ball. Most would agree she was the most beautiful girl in attendance that season, even if her gown was not quite as fine as were those of the young ladies from families of greater affluence. She was fortunate to have the Bennet connection. As the ward of a gentleman, she was held in higher esteem than as the daughter of a solicitor, her father’s occupation.

Thomas was correct in his prediction; his cousin’s dance card was full soon after they entered the ballroom. She shared a lively conversation with him between dances as he stood by the side of the room leaning on his cane, helping her feel comforted in this exciting yet daunting situation. Thomas enjoyed watching the people around the room posturing and parading about. The men were like peacocks and the mothers like wildcats ready to pounce. The girls, including Fanny, tittered about like chattering monkeys, mindlessly talking of gowns and balls, with curls bouncing and skirts swishing and their eyes darting about to gain intelligence on the next bit of gossip.

The supper dance had been claimed by a friend of Thomas from Cambridge. The three of them sat together during supper, and the gentlemen teased her about the number of young men who would call on her the following morning. When Thomas expressed an interest in cards, Fanny encouraged him to take a seat in one of the card rooms as he was looking fatigued from standing all evening. Thomas’s friend escorted Fanny back to the ballroom, and they parted when her next partner claimed her. At the close of the set, Fanny’s partner escorted her towards the refreshment table, but then he was called away. Fanny smiled in assurance as he took his leave, but in reality, she was feeling a bit awkward without Thomas. A gentleman unknown to her approached and passed her a glass of punch.

“I do not believe we have been introduced, Miss . . . ” He smiled at her, and she noticed he was well favoured and expensively dressed. She smiled in her confusion then averted her eyes and did not respond, aware of the impropriety of his introducing himself to her.

“I am sorry, Miss; I would ask for an introduction, but you do not appear to have any companions.” He smirked as if amused by a child. She thought it not proper to speak to him and kept her eyes turned away, hoping someone she knew would engage her in conversation.

The unknown gentleman startled her when he quickly moved towards her, put her hand on his arm, covered it with his other hand, and strode away from the crowd with his head high as if he were well-acquainted with her—as an uncle or a brother. She was so surprised and confused that she followed along as they moved away from the others.

He leaned over and spoke into her ear. “You have not yet told me your name, Miss . . . ” She was overwhelmed by his impudence and unable to think what to do in the face of such impropriety. She blushed and looked around like a scared rabbit.

“Gardiner,” she squeaked, blushing deeply.

“Miss Gardiner. What, pray, is your Christian name, Miss Gardiner?”

“Fanny,” she whispered.

“Well, Fanny! I am Lord Malcolm, at your service. You seem to be flushed; you must be ill.”

She nodded, regarding him with wide eyes, then quickly looked away.

“I will accompany you to a balcony to get some air,” he said evenly with an air of confidence that further disconcerted her. Without missing a step, he boldly led her out of the ballroom, around the corner, and out of sight before she was able to protest. She was flustered; her throat felt tight, and she was blushing deeply. She tried to think of a proper response to his improper addresses but could not find a way to think or talk. Lord Malcolm released her hand and stood to face her, much closer than was comfortable.

“Well, Fanny, you are undoubtedly the most handsome girl at this ball. I am much honoured by your attentions towards me. I am very pleased you offered to accompany me to the balcony for my entertainment, and it is a compliment to you that I have condescended to acquiesce.” He spoke in a low voice and moved even closer until he was nearly touching her. She could feel his panting breath against her cheek. She moved back, only to collide with the outside wall of the house, and he leaned into her, taking her upper arms in his hands.

“I . . . I . . . must . . . I . . . have promised . . . a dance . . . I . . . must go inside . . . ”

“Do not tease. I know what girls like you want, and it is not a dance with a boy.”

He leered as he tightened his grip on her arms and pressed his body into hers, trapping her against the wall, and pressed his lips upon hers in a startlingly rough manner.

She did not know what to do and tried to move away, staring wide-eyed at him while he forced his passionate kisses on her and held her body in a most inappropriate manner. He reacted by grasping her cruelly by the upper arms and slamming her body against the wall of the house, biting and kissing her mouth brutally. She froze momentarily at the shock of the forcefulness of his actions. He responded to her hesitation by rubbing his body against hers, growling deep in his throat like some kind of animal. She started to cry quietly under his fierce kisses and bites of her lips.

“Feel my desire for you, bad girl. You are lucky to have my attention.” She felt a hard ridge grinding against her stomach as he tore at her gown and roughly grasped at her breasts, pinching and squeezing. She tried to move her head away, but he responded by grasping her hair and pulling up with one hand. She cried out under his mouth.

He put his hand over her mouth and muttered, “Keep quiet, else you will be disgraced for seducing a peer.” He bit her breast while grasping at the skirt of her gown with his free hand, all the while trapping her between his body and the house. The sensation of cold air on her thighs brought her attention to the location of her skirts, now bunched up at her waist.

“My lovely maiden, you have waited just for me,” she heard him say as she felt his hand roughly rubbing her in her most private of places. She was mortified and shocked beyond any reasoning. Her mind started to escape from what was happening into a state of numbness. He pulled her hair upward painfully; she was on her toes to lessen the pain. She barely noticed him pressing his knee then his pelvis between her thighs. Her body was frozen, her mind shocked, and she felt pain ripping through her again and again and again as she stared with blind eyes at his red and puffing face.

Then he grunted and stilled. He released her hair and backed away, buttoning the fall of his breeches as he looked at her with no expression on his face.

“Very pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Fanny,” he mumbled as he smoothed his hair and walked back into the ballroom.

Chapter 2:
Fresh blood at the Meryton assembly, and Darcy is an ass.

October 1811
Meryton assembly hall, Hertfordshire

The entrance of the Bingley party created a disruption in the assembly ball as everyone slowed or stopped what they were doing to take stock of the newcomers. Few had been successful in securing an opportunity to meet Mr. Bingley thus far, and his guests had just arrived that afternoon. Mr. Bennet was one of the few who had made the acquaintance of Mr. Bingley and had some intelligence of the composition of his party. Contrary to earlier rumours of dozens of young men and ladies, Bennet learned four others were staying with Bingley. Of most interest to Bennet was Mr. Darcy of Pemberley.

Elizabeth was somewhat amused by the whole of Meryton and the surrounding countryside being in such awe of the party from Netherfield Park. Although she was of an amiable nature, she could not see anything more remarkable about the group than an opportunity to make new acquaintances. Her neighbours and friends were ready to proffer the utmost deference, and even if the gentlemen were of higher standing than those in the area, Elizabeth did not think they deserved the attention and distraction the Meryton matrons demonstrated. Elizabeth was not pleased to hear Aunt Philips gossiping with Mrs. Long and Mrs. Goulding about the incomes and properties held by the gentlemen and their desirability as husbands for the young ladies of Meryton. It was embarrassing to see her neighbours show such ill breeding and create such an unfavourable first impression of the families of the area.

The Netherfield residents were not long in the hall when they approached Mr. Bennet to seek an introduction to the ladies of his family in attendance. Bingley immediately requested the next available set from Jane, who was pleased to accept. This surprised Elizabeth since Jane often had many dances, especially the important ones, promised prior to the start of a ball. Elizabeth previously agreed to the first set with John Goulding and Mary with Henry Lucas.

Mr. Bingley seemed an affable fellow. However, the rest of his party were somewhat reserved and did not much participate in conversation when introduced. Elizabeth could not but suspect the rest of the Netherfield party unwilling to mingle with mere country gentlemen and their families.

Although the ladies’ finery was the latest in London fashion, they were quite overdressed for a country assembly and even for the London balls that Mr. Bennet had permitted Elizabeth to attend with Aunt and Uncle Gardiner during the Season. She mused that, although the Bingley ladies’ behaviour was more in tune with the manners expected of the
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, they acted with a great deal more self-importance than their social class deserved, particularly in such relaxed society. She was therefore not unhappy to see their party move on to introductions with other families until the first tones indicated the opening dance. Mr. Bennet took his wife to the line, and the young gentlemen came to collect the three Bennet girls.

Elizabeth acknowledged that both Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy were handsome gentlemen. In fact, she found herself quite taken with the agreeable face and elegant figure of the tall and noble master of Pemberley. She noticed he did not dance the first but took to the floor on the second with Miss Bingley, the third with Mrs. Hurst, and then did not dance again. Mr. Darcy seemed to keep to the outskirts of the room, gazing distractedly at those enjoying the fête. A few times, she thought she saw him looking intently at her or Jane, but he looked away when he realized he had been caught. Elizabeth wished the gentleman would request a set from her as she hoped to know him better.

Darcy had indeed been looking at Jane and Elizabeth, as well as Mr. Bennet. He was distracted by a feeling that they looked familiar but could not place where he might have met them. He was sure he had not made the acquaintance of a Bennet family from Hertfordshire before that evening. He also noticed Elizabeth looking at him and was wary that she could be just one more predatory female looking to wed the master of Pemberley.

The Longbourn and Netherfield parties were once again drawn into conversation between sets, though Jane, Elizabeth and Mary were quickly called away to dance and spent little time in discussion with their new neighbours. Mrs. Bennet enquired about the ladies’ liking of Netherfield and Meryton and received brief, polite answers that showed good breeding but little interest in the conversation. Although Bennet’s good judgement would suggest he should be circumspect, his impulsive and curious nature, as well as his responsibility as a leader in the neighbourhood, insisted he be welcoming and solicitous to the new visitors. Thus, he approached Darcy and started a conversation.

“Mr. Darcy, I was fortunate enough to have made the acquaintance of your father when a student at Cambridge.”

“My father passed away five years ago, leaving me the care of my younger sister and the estate. Did you know him well?”

“Yes, I believe I can safely say I did. We were in the same year and in many of the same clubs. He was a good man.”

“Have you ever been to Pemberley?” Darcy asked.

“No, I have not had that pleasure,” Bennet dissembled.

“Have you spent any time in Derbyshire?”

“I had family in the north, so I had occasion to pass through Derbyshire once or twice.” Bennet did not look directly at Darcy, hoping his countenance would not reveal this was not the whole truth.

“Forgive my impertinence, sir, it is just that you look quite familiar to me.”

“I doubt we have met recently, Mr. Darcy, though I am pleased to know you now.”

Darcy was perplexed. He was certain he had met Mr. Bennet before but could not place the situation. “Do you spend much time in Town?”

“I prefer to live the quiet life of a country gentleman, sir,” Bennet replied. Attempting to leave the awkward subject, he continued, “It allows me to concentrate on my chess game.”

“You play often?”

“Mostly with my daughters, although I am trying to teach a neighbour’s boy to become a worthy opponent. Do you play Mr. Darcy? Your father was a formidable adversary.”