Darcy and Anne (15 page)

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R DARCY'S FEARS HAD PROVED WELL FOUNDED. A SECOND lawyer's letter had arrived, to inform them that Sir Lewis de Bourgh had left the five thousand pounds, which his daughter was enjoying, in trust, only “until such time as she should marry,” at which time, of course, he had assumed that a proper provision would be made for her. It has been said that what always happens, after legal provisions have been made, is the unexpected; no one could have envisaged that Anne would marry without her mother's consent or approval. Such, however, was the case: her mother was very angry, and with the entire estate at her discretion, was not prepared to allow Anne anything at all.

Anne was a little surprised to find the entire Bennet family abuzz with the news; she liked them very well but knew them little; it might have been expected, she thought, that Mr Darcy would discuss the news with her and Edmund privately, at least at first; and as she hastened to his business room, she even thought,
What could he mean by such horrible indelicacy?

“My dear Anne,” Elizabeth cried, “we are so sorry!” it transpired that Mr Darcy, appalled by the letter, had dashed into his wife's sitting-room, where she was occupied with her child, and informed her of the Whole, giving full vent to his feelings, and unaware that Mrs Bennet was sitting with her daughter, screened from his view by the back of a large armchair. From such a woman, of course, there was no hope of discretion, and the news was all over the house in the course of half an hour.

Mr Darcy's lawyer was hastily summoned: suits and counter-suits were suggested, for clearly it had been Sir Lewis' intention that Anne should have, not less money, but more, on her marriage. “My dear sir, intentions do not matter,” said Mr Foreman. “Unless she is feeling charitable, and wants to provide a good living, for some years, for several lawyers and their wives and children, Miss de Bourgh should certainly not go to law, for nothing else would be gained by it.”

Everyone had a voice, everyone had an opinion. Mrs Bennet's, expressed only to her daughters, was that Anne was well served for not marrying the son of a Duke; Mr Bingley's was that it was the worst thing he had ever heard, which he repeated until even his wife grew tired of hearing it. Miss Mary Bennet had been reading in the library, and found an old book of household recipes; how it got there, no one could imagine, but it assured the reader that it was possible to live on sixpence a week. Anne felt that this, at least, was an attempt to be practical; and “Look, Edmund,” said she, “it says that a very good soup can be made from watercress, which grows in the streams, you may pick it for nothing; and they say that beer can be brewed from nettles.”

“I think that nettle beer might make you bilious,” said Mrs Darcy. “I think we should find some other solution.”

Edmund, taking Anne's hand, declared firmly that he would not hear of breaking the engagement, or even putting off the wedding: he was willing to risk everything, and marry, if Anne were willing; and if they could not live in England, they would go to Barbados. Anne, handfasted with her lover, begged Mr Darcy only to procure them a special license, and they would marry that very day!

At this point, it was insisted by Mr Darcy that a moratorium should be called until everyone's feelings died down, and everybody separated, to exclaim, and advance their own views, and propose their own solutions.

Darcy and Elizabeth did not at all like the idea of their young friends going to Barbados; but Edmund's house, as well as being historic and beautiful, needed a good deal of money spent. Darcy was concerned for the roof, and Elizabeth for the furnishing. “And Anne has had no experience of running a house,” she said.

“But you knew very little,” her husband said. “Do you not recall your mother saying that only Miss Lucas knew how to cook, that you and your sisters had nothing to do with housekeeping?”

“That is true; but even so, I know more than Anne, for she has always lived either at Rosings, or here, great houses with butlers and housekeepers; as far as she knows, dinner comes to the table, and washing gets done by itself. She must have a capable housekeeper, at least, or she will have a terrible struggle, and it is all very well to say that she can earn some money by writing, but how is she to find the time to write? Especially if they have some children, as I hope they will. But where there are little children to care for, and very little money, a woman has no spare time at all; she is fortunate if she gets a few hours' sleep at night.”

Matters went on in this way for several days, with everyone making suggestions, and no one suggesting anything useful, for the fact was that, though his prospects were excellent, Edmund's income, at present, could not be thought sufficient to support a wife and children, as well as his parents. The best advice that anyone could give was that recommendation, so depressing to a lover's hopes, so killing of youth and joy: “Wait.”

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URPRISINGLY, IT WAS LORD FRANCIS WHO SAVED THE SITUATION. He was not a clever man, nor particularly generous, but he was not unkind, and he knew his world. During their short acquaintance, he had liked Anne, and he bore her no resentment for her refusal of him, since he had made a far better match in her mother. Also, he was in an exceedingly good temper.

It had been agreed, as a condition of the marriage, that Rosings should be sold, for “What good does it do for one's standing in the world,” said Lord Francis, “to be shut away in the country, when you could live at stilbury castle with my sister?” Lady Catherine, delighted at the prospect of living with a duke and a Duchess, had consented; and a buyer, a rich manufacturer, had been found, and a very handsome price agreed upon, far more rapidly than could have been anticipated. In the course of subsequent financial discussions, Lady Catherine happened to mention that an advantageous saving had been made in the denial of Anne's dowry.

To her astonishment, Lord Francis told his bride that it was a d—d shame. “I don't like her choice of a husband,” he said, “but it ain't right to pauperize the poor girl. And don't think it won't be talked of,” he added. “People always know; everything gets known.

Girl marries a quarryman, they talk about her. You cut her off without a shilling, they talk about us. Sort of thing that gets in the papers. Don't want that. D_ it, ma'am, I won't have it. Let the girl have ten thousand. I'll see Colby about it tomorrow.”

Lady Catherine, on both of the occasions of her marrying, had thought nothing, standing beside her bridegroom, of promising to “honour and obey” with no intention of doing any such thing. Now, for the first time in her life, she actually found herself in a position of being obliged to do something, whether she wanted to, or no; and Anne's marriage was not long delayed.

Anne went to live at the house on the hillside, and the room with the wide-sweeping views was the beloved haven where she wrote her books. The little white cottage became the home of Georgiana's old nurse, Mrs Grainger.

The quarry prospered, and in a very short time Edmund had a quite sufficient income to support a family. Although they never made a large amount of money, the series of historic novels by “A. Caldwell” (publisher: John Endicott) enjoyed a good success with the more discerning members of the reading public.

Anne's impression that she might like Mary Bennet was wellfounded. Mary, who had never received much affection from either her two silly sisters or her two clever ones, found a friend in Anne. By suggesting books that she herself liked, exchanging letters, and receiving Mary for the occasional visit, Anne was able to direct her mind, and actually persuaded her, rather than collecting extracts, to try a little writing. Mary wrote some pretty verses, and became more self-confident, and much happier. Her looks improved with the improvement in her spirits, with the result that she and her mother actually began to enjoy each other's company. They lived together with much more of mutual cheerfulness, and Mary, having got a few of her verses published in the kind of periodicals that ladies read, became something of a star in Meryton society, and received the admiration she had always craved.

Darcy and Elizabeth continued as happy as they had always been. Lewis Bennet Fitzwilliam Darcy grew up a beautiful, clever, and sweet-natured child, and had several brothers and sisters, all as delightful as he. Their favourite excursion was to ride their ponies up the track to see Cousin Anne, who read them the most wonderful stories, and spoiled them, their father said, quite dreadfully. The road to Pemberley was never made up for carriages, but that deterred none of them from making the journey very frequently, for Anne regarded Darcy and Elizabeth as a brother and sister, and Pemberley as her second home.

Georgiana had one season in London, enjoyed it very much, came home, and married Mr Rackham; thus becoming happily settled within two miles of Pemberley; and when Minette had a litter, Anne gave her a puppy.

Mrs Annesley, now Mrs Fitzwilliam, was, as her husband had suspected, a perfect soldier's wife. She went with him to every place that he was sent to, could make a home anywhere, in any circumstances, was never dismayed by bad weather, supply problems, or the sound of cannon fire, and was beloved by everyone in the regiment.

As to the happiness of Lady Catherine and her husband, it may be assumed that she reaped the reward of her marriage, in the opportunity it gave her, as the sister of a Duchess, to associate with those of the very highest rank. The happiness of Lord Francis may be inferred from the fact that, soon after they were married, he spent forty thousand pounds of her money to purchase the command of a regiment of cavalry.

Lady Francis Meaburn to Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy

Stilbury castle