Scotch and Sirens

Chapter Twenty Seven

 

Lizzy arose late in the morning and decided to continue her old habit of walking out alone, since she could not continue the new one of meeting Mr. Darcy. However, when she left the front entrance to set out, Monsieur Vian called out to her from behind. He fell into place beside her and, without asking, joined her on her walk.

“Mademoiselle Bennet, is there any particular destination you are heading off to, or is it just a leisurely stroll? I hope I do not interfere with any plans of yours, but Mrs. Tournier suggested we might entertain each other by taking a walk together and sent me immediately out after you when she saw what your intentions were.”

This did not surprise her. Her aunt would play gooseberry now and had begun in earnest it seemed.

“I am going nowhere special this morning, Monsieur Vian, just where my whims take me. Do you have a particular direction you would like us to go in?”

He gave her his most encouraging smile and briskly glanced at her charming bosom.

“I am eager to go in whichever direction you lead. I am sure you must have some favourite spots.”

Involuntarily blushing, as she thought of many places now dear to her because of Mr. Darcy, she turned her head away from him. Remembering her resolve to stick to well-travelled routes, she replied, “We will save treks across the countryside for another time perhaps. Today we will keep to the roads and paths so that you can better see the possibilities at your disposal for future walks.”

“I really do not know if I will have the need. I hope that in the future I will have the pleasure of your assistance in exploring other routes as well.”

She was not certain if she was pleased that he would presume to join her in all of her walks, but she realised he was probably encouraged to assume he should, and he was a guest so she would do her part in entertaining him.

“I am certain that we can enjoy such walks during your stay if you so wish it. There are many beautiful places to explore together, I am sure.”

He was more and more pleased with the way their conversation was proceeding. If she understood his meaning well, it seemed that with just a little effort on his part they would reach a much deeper understanding in the near future.

“Mais bien sür, Mademoiselle, I do indeed wish it. You may be assured of my willingness to partake of any exercises of the kind.”

They talked on and spoke in an alike and amiable manner until they returned to Rosefarm Cottage and the company of Mrs. Tournier. All in all, Lizzy felt that her skills in talking with this Frenchman were vastly improving.

 

 

Darcy woke up early that next morning with a feeling that he had slept a full night and a day. There were some slight memories rattling around in his mind connected to Brougham’s library, but nothing that would give him a hint about how he had completed his day. It was obvious that he had drunk far too much, and he would probably have very unpleasant remarks about his own behaviour ready in his mind now if it were not for the fact that the sound of his stomach was jamming everything else out.

He entered the still empty breakfast parlour and started arranging food on his plate.

“Good morning, Darcy! Up and about so soon on this fine morning? You must have fallen asleep quite early.

“Mm, excellent smell. I am famished. I had no idea I had so much poetry languishing on my shelves. Or that it would be such complicated work putting them back in their rightful place. I think I might have to hire one of those librarians to do the sorting for me. Do they come cheap, you think? Excellent fellows to have around, they could do all sorts of other things, too – sorting I mean - and I bet they are quiet as church mice. And clever, as well, what with all of that alphabet and classification stuff. Have you seen the little cards they have for each book? Or many cards for one, actually, depending on what you need the card for. Very impressive.

“I have been up and down the ladder the whole morning and it is damned hard work. Not to mention dusty. How are you doing? I think what you need is some fresh air and then some tea. What do you say we go for a ride this morning and conveniently finish it at Rosefarm Cottage’s tea trey?”

Darcy felt his headache severely and decided to focus on food and coffee while Brougham rattled on. How was it possible he had chosen such a chatterbox for a friend? He sipped his coffee in silence until Brougham finally came with a sensible offer at the end of his string of babble.

“Why, yes, morning ride would be just the thing. Fresh air should serve me well. May I ask what you need a librarian for?”

“Why, for my books, of course! I could hardly find where you had managed to pull them out at all this morning. And - I must admit - when I finally did, they were in the stupidest places. No logic at all! Why should Burns’ first edition be on the opposite wall from the second just because I purchased it in London ages ago together with nice leather-bound volume of Catullus? You know, I did not even know I had that old Shakespeare Oxford edited thing in two volumes! I expect one of them was my father’s, and I purchased the other one myself. Stupid to have them both here. And in different places! I have someone in London who takes care of the collection there, but it makes no sense not to have someone here, since I use this one far more.

“Well, you must have spent a fair amount of time browsing through such a slapdash collection last night. No wonder that bottle was empty! I should not wonder if your head is aching like the devil. Well, never mind! I say we set out as soon as we have sustained ourselves. I might take you over to that prettish waterfall several of miles up-stream. Might sooth your senses.”

“Very well, Brougham. If you are ready, I only need to change.”

Darcy left the parlour as soon as possible so as not to have his friend discover that he himself did not remember a thing about the previous evening. They met near the stables soon after, and Darcy let Brougham drag him wherever he wished only so he would not be forced to talk. The fresh air had the expected influence on his fettle, and he was even ready to speak on their way back. But when they were finally approaching Rosefarm, Darcy saw Elizabeth from afar entering the house in the company of a gentleman. The couple, immersed in conversation, did not notice the newcomers, and Darcy’s tension silenced him.

Brougham tied his horse to the gate and looked up the garden path to the cottage with a smile. He too had noticed Miss Bennet and her companion entering, and he gave a thought to his friend and his renewed silence. Perhaps a little Bennet was just what he needed to restore him. He had seen what an effect she had on him, and the thought made him mutter, “like a moth to a flame, or coal gas light rather…” before he turned his grin on Darcy.

“Well, I am dying for some tea and some conversation! Come on, Darcy! This will be just the ticket!”

They made their way up the path and soon after were admitted into the parlour where noises of the clinking of tea paraphernalia were already heralding the pleasures to come.

Darcy greeted Mrs. Tournier and slowly paced to the window. As he did so, he could feel her sharp, piercing look on his back as if it were a physical presence. Neither Elizabeth nor the guest were in the room. Brougham had chattered animatedly with the hostess when the door to the parlour opened again and a young man entered.

“Ma Tantine, mais we have guests!” Everyone’s eyes centred on Vian, those of his aunt warmly playing over his slightly dishevelled hair. “Oh, my dear tricking Tantine, to have kept such a surprise from me!” With perfect ease he walked to Mrs. Tournier and gave her a smooth kiss on her cheek. “Mademoiselle Bennet is the partner of one's dream for any pursuit one might fancy. You should not have risked sending us out together without apprising us of your plans. We very likely might have lingered much longer.”

 

 

Lizzy went upstairs upon arriving back from her walk with Monsieur Vian. She knew that the two gentlemen from Clyne would be arriving soon, and she wanted to look her best. She was nervous – more nervous than she wanted to own.

How would he receive her now? Although they had parted on good terms, he had since had time to consider. Perhaps his views had somehow altered once he had reflected upon being refused yet again by her? Regardless of the relief he probably felt for not being trapped into marriage, he might have also felt affronted by her audacity all the same. A man would have his pride, and to be told no twice when his intentions had been good cannot be an easy thing to take. And being aware that her aunt had knowledge of their secret rides would be uncomfortable for him at best. She felt that discomfort most certainly herself.

How would he behave? Somehow, she felt that her behaviour today was more important than ever, and she was nervous about doing and saying all of the right things, whatever those things might be. How she would make it through these next few hours was beyond her comprehension, and she tried to fight the panic that she felt grow with each passing minute.

As she descended the stairs she heard male voices and knew that they had already arrived. She entered the parlour.

 

 

Mrs. Tournier’s lips twitched mischievously and she gave Monsieur Vian a wink before turning to Brougham to make the necessary introductions. The two gentlemen eyed each other with curiosity. Brougham was just going to state the obvious about the man’s heritage when he noticed Miss Bennet had crossed the threshold. There was an awkward moment of everyone apprising each other and their relations within the known and the unknown, but since Brougham had the advantage of standing so that his eyes met hers first, and he was unencumbered with any emotions except a sincere wish to speak with her again, he managed to address her first.

“Miss Bennet!” he happily exclaimed and moved towards her. “How nice to see you again! You must have been all over the countryside now that your cousin has left you to your own walking devices. You must tell me what you have learnt of the beauties of the surroundings since we last met!”

“ Good morning, Lord Brougham, it is very nice to see you also. You are correct about my cousin's absence. I feel it most keenly and find myself wandering farther and farther each day in my efforts to entertain myself. I do find I miss her lively company.” She smiled warmly at him.

“And what about you, Miss Bennet? Does no one miss you in Hertfordshire enough to deprive us of your company? I can scarcely believe it! I think you told me you have four sisters. And no doubt many friends. How long can we rely on you indulging us here?”

“I had originally planned to stay for several months. I have since had news that one of my sisters is to be married to Mr. Bingley, a friend of Mr. Darcy's. That may alter my plans if she writes to hurry me home, but I hope not. I think I can still safely stay for the intended length since they will not marry for some two months. I hope I may. I would not wish to leave Scotland yet. Its beauties and other allurements call me to remain. I, too, can think of no other place I would rather be.”

Brougham’s joy was genuine. “Mr. Bingley, you say! Well, my sincere congratulations are in order then! Why, that will make you practically family with my friend here since I know he is very attached to Bingley. He never told me, the sly thing! Or perhaps he does not know? Well, with such excellent news I must admire your attachment to Scotland. Tell me, is the scenery really all that alluring, or are you thinking of something else also?”

“I find the countryside alone offers much in itself to induce me to stay, but I am also pleased with the company I find here. It is varied and luring in and of itself. You must also be aware of the difficulties involved when one travels. Or perhaps you do not after all, as your circumstances are somewhat different from my own. But one does not usually come so far to visit without an extended stay, especially when one has such dear family and other acquaintances to visit with. Would you not agree?”

“I would indeed. And so, I think I will say I wish you would never leave, for now I can have no qualms about keeping you here!” he laughed. “I cannot tell you how many good things have come from this most unexpected and unorthodox visit Darcy sprang on me just a few weeks ago. As I told you, I rarely entertain or socialise when at Clyne, but I must admit I have seen the error of my ways and I am very glad to have been able to use your acquaintance with my friend to further my own. It is a very good thing he thinks so highly of you and your family to make these very pleasant meetings come about.”

 

 

Mrs. Tournier watched Mr. Darcy standing quietly by the window. He was a picture of studied indifference and calmness, but there was a moment when Lizzy had walked in, before Lord Brougham had claimed her attention, when a look of anxiety had overcome him for a fraction of a second, just before he had turned away again.

She was entertaining Monsieur Vian with offhand comments about Lord Brougham being the owner of an estate in the neighbourhood, but her eyes were focused on the man by the window and her thoughts on the unanswered questions she had about that gentleman.

“Mr Darcy,” she eventually said from across the room. “I believe I have something I must ask you. Would you care to sit with me a little closer? It is quite drafty in front of the window, and I do not believe you look too well.”

Darcy knew that the eventual conversation would have to come, though her too loud voice now brought the reality of it sharply to him. He waited for her to take her place and sat beside her.

“Certainly, Madam. I am at your disposal.”

“Well then, I must take advantage of that and impose upon you. Would you care for a fresh cup of tea?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Vian, sensing that his aunt would like to converse uninterrupted with the dark gentleman, insisted that she remained seated while he fetched the beverage, and left them without any intention of ever doing it.

“Now, tell me Mr. Darcy,” Mrs. Tournier continued, “why is it we have not had the pleasure of your company for such a long time here at Rosefarm? I felt certain you had expressed a wish to spend time with us the last time we parted. Indeed, I know some of us have been looking forward to your visit.”

Darcy smiled ever so slightly, wondering why this lady, who usually thought she knew everything, now pretended that she knew nothing.

“You are very kind, Madam. It is always good to know there are some who look forward to meeting us, but I was under the impression that we were not expected until today. It would not do to disturb you while you are settling in with your newly arrived visitor.”

“Perhaps that consideration does you justice, Mr. Darcy. But I would warn you not to be too careful when it might be considered insulting, or too eager when the circumstances speak against it. It is hard to distinguish sometimes, I am well aware, but in this instance I would have you know Rosefarm Cottage’s wealth lies in its society and friends. We are simply not rich enough to manage a dignified aloofness or rely too heavily on ceremony.”

He briefly wondered what Elizabeth had told her aunt about their meeting yesterday.

“I hope I am guilty of none of it, but I am not surprised your opinion might differ. I am glad, however, that you put consideration for your friends over ceremony.”

“Let it not mislead you, Mr. Darcy. I forgo ceremony when I see the benefits to myself and to those around me outweigh any vain claim of offence by someone who simply does not know any better or just might choose to not discern the difference between what is right and what society merely deems as correct. However, it does not follow that I enjoy others who disregard ceremony when their reasons are not ones that come from such thoughtful contemplation.” She eyed him carefully, waiting to see how he might respond.

“No, I would not expect you to.”

She thought him certainly politic in his answer. “Perhaps you think it unfair, but I trust my own judgement.” She looked at him meaningfully.

“I do not know anyone who would not trust their own judgement.”

Yes, she mused, he was almost sly in his way of avoiding a direct reply. “It will not surprise you then that it is also my judgement that such thoughtful contemplation comes best to those who have more experience, but then you are young so you might not agree with that assessment. Yet I have examples of it all around me. A young lady, for example, often has a mind that takes such lively paths at times that she might not consider all of the implications of her decisions. Had she more experience that comes with age, her judgements might not sometimes mislead her.”

“I beg to differ, Madam. I think you mean a young lady whose judgement I truly admire.”

Mrs. Tournier carefully crafted what she would say next, for she was fully aware that she had promised Lizzy she would not speak to him about it, and she did not intend to, at least not directly. “I am not surprised that a young, intelligent man would admire her judgement, and perhaps even know how to benefit from it. But a man of honour, Sir, would know to share the consequences.”

“I am sorry to disappoint,” was all he could answer, expecting that Elizabeth would not tell her aunt about his proposal.

“I could not be more, I assure you.”

“Perhaps it would be easier to bear for you if you knew that your niece was not mistaken in her judgement, unless of course we put ceremony over friendship.”

“I think we have already gone over my thoughts on that subject. Youth, Mr. Darcy, has not earned the right to judge, since youth cannot possibly tell the difference between what is right and what is correct. There is a reason for ceremony!”

“Perhaps an even better premise to any judgement other than age is information. What if I provide you with it and at the same time adhere to ceremony? Would you allow that we continue the lessons if I ask, fix with you convenient hours, and obey any other conditions you might see fit?”

“As honourable as the request is, I find it much delayed.”

“You know that I could not ask before, Madam.”

“Sir, perhaps better than anything else life has taught me practical sense. I was never fond of outdoor activities, and I cannot believe anyone can seriously see any benefit in them. In my opinion Lizzy is in the habit of spending far too much time on futile performances instead of developing skills that might be useful to her in life. Such a parent’s indulgence towards daughters does not surprise me, indeed, as far as my sister-in-law is concerned. She has always naively believed that youth and lace can provide for their future. However, I think that my brother should know better, and I am afraid it is only his own weakness in his own resolves that does him this disservice. Therefore I plan to engage Lizzy for the time she is planning to spend here in a more practical manner. If you are as concerned about the wealth of your friends as you profess, I am certain you will admit the wisdom of this resolution. Lizzy is but two years younger than my daughter, and has certainly no more beauty and only a little more money to recommend her. Her father is not everlasting, and sooner rather than later she will have to provide for herself and her younger sisters.”

She paid him a taxing glance.“Perhaps it is not what someone like you would fancy, but after giving it some thought I am certain you will see that there is nothing more to do about it.” She paused, waiting to see the confirmation in his countenance. Since none was offered she only added with similar haughtiness, “You are, of course, still very welcome here.”

“Thank you,” he said simply and excused himself. Slowly, he resumed his place beside the window and remained there until his thoughts were as composed as his countenance had remained for the duration of the conversation.

 

 

Lizzy listened and responded to Lord Brougham, but while this talk they engaged in was pleasant it was not necessarily demanding in its form. Or maybe it was and she was not giving him her best attention, but he was at least kind enough to not make that apparent to her if that was the case.

She was situated so that she could see Mr. Darcy over by the window with only a slight shifting of her eyes, and so she wistfully watched him stand there quietly, retreating into himself once again. It seemed to her that he was always like that in the company of her family, and this conclusion made her cringe slightly inside as she outwardly smiled to her companion and answered his latest enquiry.

When her aunt called to him to come to her, she knew instantly with what intention. While she had promised to not speak to him about it, her curiosity and interest in whatever she might glean from him was enough to have Mrs. Tournier toy with the boundaries of that promise. She might not bring it up herself, but she would surely dance all around the topic. If Mr. Darcy felt it expedient to finally come directly to the point, her aunt would not miss the opportunity. Lizzy was saddened by this and nervous for the outcome. She was unsure of her aunt’s opinion of him, though she thought it not very high, and she herself had done nothing to help it along considering the results of her latest actions. Knowing that lady’s perspective on life, even if she were to be told all there was to tell about the man in question, it was likely she would deem him unworthy still. Lizzy worried she would loose him for certain now, for her aunt would always react in ways that Lizzy could not predict. Surely this time would be no different. Even if it were only a budding friendship that were at stake and nothing more, it was of great value to her and she would ache to lose it.

In any case, there was nothing she could do about it except to possibly make it worse by adding her own presence. Even if she endeavoured to intervene in this current conversation, there would only be another. It was inevitable, and so she did her best to give Lord Brougham the attention he deserved whilst wrestling with her fears about the outcome of the match that took place in the corner across the room from her. She only wished that she could hear what was being said there.

 

 

Maurice Vian was taking his time. He was not used to playing second fiddle, and he certainly did not plan to learn that lesson now, but he was also nothing if not a good strategist, and while his carefree style of behaviour served him well in distracting those in his environment, in fact his every move was skilfully planned in advance. Of course there was nothing that would oppose his undertaking such a tactic, and that little deceit was an art and amusement in itself. He knew for certain that petite mademoiselle Bennet was having a secret affair with a gentleman. What he did not know though, was the identity of the man and the depth of the attachment. In fact he hoped the gentleman would be of considerable consequence and the attachment relatively deep. Little satisfaction would be derived from interfering in a smaller issue. One might of course think him vain, or even cruel, but Vian preferred considering his little sport harmless. After all, any real emotional attachment should survive his interference. Funny that it never did, though. Realising that he would have to consider marrying soon, he knew of course that this mind-improving diversion would have to end in the near future. All the more reason then, that no current opportunity be lost or wasted.

Now, to the task at hand. There was a lady and a gentleman. Would he be one of the men present? If so, was it the fast and eager man, or the silent and private one? He knew only too well that neither of the gentlemen's behaviour was significant. If love does not speak out, then let us see what jealousy will reveal. He cut a slice of cake and poured a cup of tea. Ascertaining that everyone would see his actions, he took leisure steps in Miss Bennet’s direction, addressing her in a loud and steady voice.

“Mademoiselle Bennet, I simply must insist on your having some refreshment. What with all of the rambling we had partaken of together, you must be totally worn.”

Vian put on one of his most disarming smiles and waited for what was to come. He noticed her companion paid him a curious look. Not only curious, he rather thought it was one of warning. That certainly was the message – 'mind yourself, sir'. But then the other gentleman appeared at her side as if from nowhere.

Darcy took Elizabeth’s hand and placed a soft kiss on it.

“Miss Bennet, please excuse my not greeting you properly. I hope you are well.”

He took the dishes from Vian and passed them to Elizabeth. “You are perfectly right, Sir.” He said still looking at her. “Miss Bennet, you should not neglect yourself for the sake of your guests.”

Vian’s amusement grew with every passing second. Surprisingly, both men appeared to be protective of her, but only one seemed determined. Interestingly enough, he could not tell for certain which man had her passion. Surely such willingness on her part, which he had observed the other day, could not give reason for insecurity in Mr. Darcy. On the other hand, the attitude of Lord Brougham was much more secure, though still on guard. He would have a truly exciting pastime before he would finally decide.

“You are completely forgiven, and yes, I am well.” She smiled to Mr. Darcy and took the plates from him.

Mrs. Tournier, who was curious to speak with Lord Brougham on the topic of her recent intelligence about sheep and his neighbour called him to herself, and Elizabeth proceeded to converse with the two remaining gentlemen.

“I thank you both for your consideration,” she said as she took a seat, and both men did the same.

“We did not walk so very far, Monsieur Vian, so I assure you that I am not fatigued.” Turning toward Mr. Darcy she asked, “Did you have a pleasant morning, Sir?”

Darcy relaxed a little but listened to her every word with utter attention.

“Yes, thank you. Brougham did his best to acquaint me with the beauties of the neighbourhood. I would be ungrateful if I did not acknowledge his efforts. Actually, there was a very picturesque waterfall that I would hope to show you if you and Miss Tournier would not be against the idea. Did you enjoy your morning walk?”

His words, although not meant to, stung her. She certainly did not have the morning she would have wished for, and his feeling the need to intentionally include Holly in the offer made her recall how he blamed himself for her own thoughtlessness. She could not show this to him however, and Monsieur Vain was sitting there as well, so she could not claim that the walk was not to her liking in some way without risking that man's feelings.

“It was a nice walk. The morning was clear and the wind was mild. Although I must admit to liking a strong wind when I travel across the glens.” She gave him what she hoped was a smile that he would understand.

“I am sure I would like to see the waterfall. I know Miss Tournier would also. Perhaps we could all take a walk there when she returns?”

“Quelle excellente idea!” Vian interjected, “But why wait for Miss Tournier? The time of her return is so uncertain and the weather so very tempting. Since you admitted yourself, Miss Bennet, that our wanderings today were not tiring at all, maybe we might walk to the waterfall tomorrow. Mr. Darcy, would you be so kind and explain the way to me?”

Darcy’s thoughts sharpened. Certainly sending Elizabeth to that place with this man was not his intent.

“I am afraid it is much too far for a walk, even for such a fine walker as Miss Bennet. It took us about half an hour to get there riding.”

“Oh, riding! Even better. Do you ride Miss Bennet?”

She had been taking a sip of her tea, and felt a flush creep up her face. She bent further to drink some more of it in order to give herself a moment.

Still not looking at anyone, but instead reaching for her cake, she replied, “I had a very good teacher, but my lessons were interrupted, so I do not know if I would consider myself a good rider or not, Sir. But it matters not as there are no horses here at Rosefarm Cottage.”

“Mademoiselle Élisabeth, think nothing of it. I have my own horses and a proper saddle can be certainly borrowed from someone in the neighbourhood. I hear that Lord Brougham has a little property here. Surely he could find something for us in his stables.” He paused and looked at her seriously, “Mademoiselle Bennet, it seems to me that your real concern lies elsewhere. Yes, you simply must be afraid of riding. Please, trust in my skill. With me behind you, you will feel nothing but perfect confidence.”

Lizzy was at a loss for what to say to him in light of recent events. “It is not that, Monsieur Vian, it is that I do not think my aunt would allow me to ride so far in only your company.”

“Indeed!” Vian exclaimed, clearly recalling the picture he had witnessed two days before. “Please, Mademoiselle, leave ma tantine to me. She certainly cannot refuse me any little pleasure.”

Darcy could stand it no longer. He was trying to abstain from any remarks so as not to embarrass Elizabeth, and he calmly witnessed the Frenchman’s trespassing his territory more and more, but seeing that the man would not stop, but only discomfit her even further, he reacted.

“Do you fence, Mr. Vian?”

Vian looked at him with a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “Of course I do. Why do you ask?”

“There will be a fencing contest held during the harvest festivities in town. I would gladly participate, though with Brougham being my only probable match it made little sense. But now I think you might be willing to stand against me. Will you take up the challenge?”

Vian grinned. “Avec plaisir, Monsieur, avec plaisir.”

There was a small part of Lizzy that wanted to laugh, but she quickly quelled it before it could escape. She knew Mr. Darcy was only trying to help her out of this situation, but it was such a funny way to go about it. How was a fencing contest going to stop Monsieur Vian from taking her on a long horseback ride alone? She could not help but smile at him for his efforts on her behalf though.

“I have never seen such a contest. Tell me, are ladies allowed to watch?”

Vian was quick to answer, “Why, Mademoiselle Bennet, of course they are. It is Harvest after all and everyone is welcome.” He bent closer and smiled. “And I will be happy to fight in the name of the beauty of the ladies of the house. Therefore, I would wish to take your ribbon as my martial colours. It will be an honour to regard the old tradition and praise your beauty and virtues along with my triumph.”

Darcy was defeated. There was nothing to be done about it, and certainly Elizabeth could not refuse such a request of a guest and a friend of her family even if she wished it. He had lost the battle, and he knew it. Would he lose the war as well? That depended on Elizabeth only, but he vowed to be her friend even if she chose another. He swore to hide his pride and feelings. Only he did not foresee that it would be this difficult.

The Frenchman was a riddle. He was bordering on the edge of propriety and politeness all the time. Either it was a sign of attachment or a common salon flirt. Darcy did not like either of those alternatives. He recalled Elizabeth’s opinion of Vian. That she was confused by him, and yet amused by the man all the same. Darcy could see very well why. Vian’s tactic might not have been successful so far, but only because he was pulling at the wrong threads. What would happen though, when the man finally shifted to the proper course?

“You are very faithful to the old traditions, Mr. Vian.”

“Of course, I am. You, the English gentlemen, are more about what you have than what you are. We, the French sang blue*, have our honour and responsibility for preserving traditions and the world’s order as our duty.”

“You did not seem to be successful in your endeavours. Perhaps votre sang est trop chaud**?”

“Why, yes, certainly you may hold it against us. Many of us mistook responsibility for privileges. But can you say that you would still be successful in remaining in your position if not for our failure?”

“Or maybe we still hold our responsibilities foremost in our mind,” Darcy countered.

“I am sure you do, Sir.”

After an extended exchange of stares with Mr. Darcy, Vian moved his gaze towards Elizabeth and smiled broadly at her. “Mademoiselle Bennet, I am sorry, we strayed from pleasant subjects. Pray, would you be so kind and play for us. Ma tantine had no adequate words to voice her delight for your talent. I would wish to witness it for myself.”

Reassured that she still had Mr. Darcy's friendship, and assured that he did not need her help in any way in the conversation touching on the French Revolution, she returned Monsieur Vian’s smile.

“I would be happy to play for you, but do not have your hopes set so high, Sir. Remember that Mrs. Tournier is related and must say such kind things about her niece. What would you like to hear? Do you have any special requests?”

She moved to the piano with Monsieur Vian while laughing at his appeal to hear Se Vuol Ballare from The Marriage of Figaro. Having to inform him they did not have that piece among Rosefarm’s collection, she offered to see what she could find to substitute for it. Mr. Darcy stayed firmly planted in his chair.

Vian searched the music sheets and suggested Tu chiami una vita*** and asked if he could join her in singing it. She started to play, and their voices rang out in harmony.

Fatica d'amore, tristezza,
tu chiami una vita
che dentro, profonda, ha nomi
di cieli e giardini.

The melancholy of the song filled the room. Everyone listened in tender quietness. Darcy observed Elizabeth from afar, enchanted with the beauty of her voice and complexion, trying to forget about the presence of the Frenchman, exclude his voice from his hearing. Yet, he felt as if she eluded him, went away, away to the charms that blazed around her.

E fosse mia carne
che il dono di male trasforma.

Lizzy enjoyed singing with Vian. His voice was very pleasant and harmonised well with hers. When they had finished the song, he began seeking another.

"You sing beautifully, Monsieur Vian. Your voice is so fine I think you should do a solo next while I play for you. What say you to that?"

Vian leaned to her and whispered, “Mais non! Mademoiselle Élisabeth, my voice gains only thanks to yours.” And then added in a louder voice, “I would never dare to exhibit alone. Pray, can we pick one more for you, and I will think about another duet in the meantime?”

Vian chose another song, this one needing two to perform it. He sat beside Elizabeth and they began playing together.

Lizzy was highly amused by his playing and was sure that it could not have been worse if he had tried to make it so, but he was so earnest in his efforts that she could not help but laugh each time his hand would reach for the wrong keys and come down on hers instead of the keys. She was laughing heartily by the time they came to the end of the piece.

“Monsieur Vian! You are sorely in need of lessons!”

“Mademoiselle Bennet, nothing escapes you. I am certain my playing will improve considerably under the conduction of such a superior teacher as you. Thank you very much for your kind offer. I am eager to take lessons daily after our morning walks. Can we play some more?”

Lizzy laughed at his assumption. He was so youthful and natural in his exuberance, she thought. How could one be upset with his errors in such a case when he seemed so oblivious to them himself?

“Well, I am not sure when I offered my services, nor whether I shall make a very good teacher for you, but since you assumed so nicely...”

He gave her a cheeky smile and began to pick out another piece to play.

“I do not mind one more, but do you not think we should help entertain the other guests with some conversation?” She looked over to where Mr. Darcy sat and found him to be looking at them. She longed to know exactly what he and her aunt had spoken of.

Vian glanced at Darcy and turned back to her. “Why, Mademoiselle Bennet, are the guests not best entertained with music?”

With the merry banter at the piano Darcy had felt that he had lost Elizabeth’s notice altogether, and only now, encouraged by her look, he slowly wandered around to the side of the instrument.

“Miss Bennet, as much as I admire your talent, I am afraid that any further performance may strain your voice. Mr. Vian, I would ask you to be more thoughtful.”

 

 

Brougham sidled up to the group just as they were leaving the instrument and Monsieur Vian was preparing to follow Miss Bennet and Mr. Darcy. Brougham languidly let his fingers ramble over some of the pieces while he addressed Monsieur Vian.

“I am much impressed by your skills, Monsieur. That was a remarkable display of talent. But then the English are easily impressed with such prowess since we are not necessarily a nation of musicians. Do you not find it is remarkable that we should use the same word for practicing sports as well as art? Not to mention childish games.”

Vian grinned at Brougham, “Why, Lord Brougham, it only signifies that the English cannot tell the difference between one thing and the other.”

“I think you must be right”, Brougham smiled. “Or perhaps the other alternatives are inconsequential in comparison.”

He turned from the piano and faced Monsieur Vian, still smiling. “Mrs. Tournier tells me you are a great traveller, Monsieur. I am much impressed that you are able to indulge in this preoccupation during such harsh times. Tell me, are your travel plans much circumcised by the predicament our two countries find themselves in at the moment? It must have been a great incumbency upon you to pay this visit. Or was it something particular that dragged you all this way at this time of year?”

“I do not see any difference, apart from the fact that while in one country I am greeted with such a curious questions as yours, while in others I am welcomed even more cordially than ever. My family is a grand and old one. There is hardly any country across the Continent where my relations do not live. Do you suggest I should alter my plans and stop visiting with my family? There is a war, and yet I do not see you, my Lord, in regimentals.”

Brougham tried his disarming smile on his companion and put a conscious twinkle in his eye.

“We are alike then, Monsieur, for as well as the army apparently feeling they are better off in their quest without our contribution, we refuse to let our pleasures be spoiled by trifles. I am quite envious of your resolve and of your devotion to your family. You must understand I am quite lacking any myself, besides being of this cursed insular race. My own travels have lately not been as extensive as I should have liked, but then I am given to understand you have been visiting far beyond our Christian World. Therefore you must take my curious question to be more an English eccentricity pertaining to the predicament we find ourselves in at the moment rather than a wish to offend.”

He threw a glance around the room to find Darcy and Miss Bennet in conversation and Mrs. Tournier watching all of them with a sharp eye. Brougham walked around Monsieur Vian to force him to turn his back to his friend and his companion and engaged him once again with a smile.

“Pray tell me, Monsieur, do you hunt?”

Vian’s face cheered up at the mere thought of some sport.

“Mais bien süre, Milord! I derive a great pleasure from hunting. It is one of my favourite pursuits and the variety of the chase makes the task even more pleasant. I used to hunt bison and tiger, but I will not disregard tiny hares as well.”

“Ah, well, I would hate to disappoint your tastes, Monsieur, but our quarry is a little less exotic.” Brougham laughed. “Sometimes I think it is perhaps the trial of the elements that is the real test of sportsmanship during the season. But there is a tolerable population of grouse, and soon we will have pheasant. If you like, I should be glad to invite you to partake of our modest expeditions. I fear you will find society very dull after all your experiences.”

“Thank you very much for your kind invitation. Actually I do not think it possible to be bored here, but any new diversion will be welcomed all the same. I think we could have a very agreeable threesome with yourself and Mr. Darcy. I am already looking forward to that pleasure and the fencing contest as well.”

“Are you referring to the village harvest fair? Do you fence?”

“Most certainly, I do.”

“Well then, if you plan to participate in that event, you will be needing a kilt! The organisers require that all fencers wear one. A sort of show at Scottish pride and all. Will that provide a deterrent to your plans to be involved in it? Not that I mean to imply that you would abstain due to the fact that you will be forced to don a skirt. I find kilts very comfortable in fact. Sort of freeing if you know what I mean. Although one always wonders if one should wear something underneath, on the off chance that one gets off balance in a duel.”

Vian grinned. “I have no objection to that attire at all. I will procure one as soon as I may. I look forward to this event in more ways than one. I find it more interesting with each passing moment.”

“Yes, I suppose it will be a jolly affair. And my steward informs me there will also be a prize-fight of some calibre. Our diversions must be new to you, I dare say. And then, of course, to add to your pleasant stay here your cousin will return home soon, and I am certain you will find it delightful to stay in a house with three very clever women. I imagine you will be involved in most spirited conversations. No, I do not suppose you will be dull if you choose to stay and brave the inhospitality of our weather conditions later in the season.”

“O oui, I am very fond of my memories of little Holly, and I think she must have grown into a very promising lady. I plan to spend a lot of my time here in her company. Had I known she had gone off to London, I would alter my plans and accompanied her on her way back.”

“Indeed! Yes, quite.”

Brougham found there was nothing he could think of to answer that would not betray his amusement at the characterisation of Miss Tournier as being either “little” or “promising”. He looked around and gestured to Mrs. Tournier, still seated, and together the two men moved over to her side.

 

 

After leading Elizabeth to a sofa and away from Monsieur Vian, Darcy engaged her in conversation, hoping to restore at least some of the closeness they had shared not so long ago.

“Miss Bennet, can I truly count on your attendance at the fencing contest? Will you not find it too drastic a sight?” Darcy enquired.

“You can count on me to be there, but I have never seen such a thing, Mr. Darcy, so I do not know how I will find it. I would hope my constitution is strong enough. Perhaps you can enlighten me by answering some questions so I can better gage it? Is there any chance of someone becoming impaled? Will there be blood shed?”

Darcy looked at her with concern. “Are you afraid of the sight of blood? There will not be a lot, but still the contests are usually terminated at first blood. I really would not like you to feel any discomfort.”

She felt a sense of panic that he could be hurt in this contest. “I would not like to see anyone be struck by a sword, especially if it meant they would be cut. Can anyone be seriously injured?”

“There are usually just scrapes. Once in a great while someone can be hurt, but that does not usually happen with skilful fencers. However, you still might want to rethink your consent to attend.”

If he was to fight nothing could keep her away from the scene. She would need to be there to ensure for herself that he stayed well and in one piece. Without hesitation, she replied, “No, I would wish to go and watch you fence.” She hesitated for a moment, and then most shyly added, “I would have wished to watch you fence earlier with my aunt. Pray, tell me, was anyone wounded in that contest?” She gave him a sincere and serious look.

“Think nothing of it, Miss Bennet. I considered it rather a draw, for neither of us withdraws from the field at present.” He smiled gently at her. “Your aunt only cares a great deal for you and your welfare, and her actions and words speak to that cause. We mostly disagree in our views on my own character, but after my latest actions she could not be too hard on me. Unfortunately, I was not able to offer a sufficient apology to your aunt. As much as I am sorry for the outcome, I cannot bring myself to say I am sorry for having had the pleasure of your company. I think she can sense the lack of remorse in my conduct, and so I am not surprised she does not want to credit my words nor find my assurances of my friendship for you as sincere. But you have nothing to worry about, and you should not trouble yourself any further with thoughts on the matter.” He almost reached for her hand but stayed the motion, and instead he captured her eyes with his own and held them. “I do insist.”

They stayed that way for a moment, she now at least somewhat reassured that her aunt had not completely chased him off.

“Then please,” she grinned, “do satisfy one whim of mine, and tell me what you find about fencing that is enjoyable? What drives you to do it? Surely it is not the ending part?”

“I like the challenge it provides. The competition, the quickness of response, which is needed to best my opponent, and yes, I think I like being put on guard. Fencing is not only a physical exercise, but foremost it is the encounter of minds.”

“It sounds as if you appreciate it a great deal then. Of course I would like to see you participate to better understand it.”

She looked down at his hands, which were large and strong, and imagined his long fingers holding a sword. He would look gallant, she thought.

“How do you find Monsieur Vian, Mr. Darcy? Do you think he will be a formidable opponent?”

“I have been taught not to estimate my rivals before the actual encounter. I do not really know what kind of man Mr. Vian is. Either he is a very uncomplicated man, and the skirmish will be an undemanding task, or under that cover of ease there hides a shrewd strategist, and then the encounter may be really interesting.

“I do not think Mr. Vian is a shrewd man at all. On the contrary, he seems most simple, and his forwardness only seems to underline this fact. But I think you show great wisdom. To judge based on very little evidence is not wise. This I know to be true from experience,” and she held his gaze for a moment before looking away.

Darcy looked at her seriously. He could understand her meaning, but his concern was different.

“I truly hope you are right, Miss Bennet. It would be a great relief if you were. Perhaps, basing one’s judgement on little evidence is not wise, but misjudging the risk may be much more harmful.” Darcy stopped himself from saying more.

“This fencing seems to be a rather complicated sport. That you would use such caution in discerning your partner's skills gives me comfort for your safety.”

“Miss Bennet, fencing merely teaches the proper humbleness, but is not more successful in its lessons than a particular young lady. There are bigger concerns than just the sport of gentlemen, yet the same techniques might be applied to them all. Their unwanted outcome threatens to be much graver than several shallow cuts. I do not know then if my caution derives from my irrepressible love of the sport or of my habitual inclination to be on guard.”

She listened to his words. The general meaning was clear, but if he had a particular thing in mind for her to apply caution to, or to be on her guard against, she could not fathom what it might be. It was possible that she was reading more into it than he had intended.

He strove to change the subject from the current topic. “Miss Bennet, could you advise me on which part of the day would suit you best if I wanted to call on you again? I understand that you will be quite occupied during the coming days.”

She reached for her tea and took a sip, smiling inwardly at his question. She glowed with the thought that he would come to visit her.

“My days are not so full as you would imagine, Mr. Darcy. I spend them mostly here at Rosefarm after my morning walk. Unless there is some social engagement to be met that comes about, you can usually find me here after that.”

Darcy smiled to her slightly, “Miss Bennet, I understand that you should not be disturbed right after your walks, as you will be occupied with instructing the gentleman and improving his music skills.”

“Mr. Darcy, I do not think Mr. Vian was serious in his request, so you should not let that hinder your visiting. I am sure he only meant to be droll and to make me laugh.”

“Pray, I have noticed that you were lacking some music sheets. Can I be of service and fetch for you some of them together with my next delivery from town?”

“I do thank you for your kind offer. You are far too generous, but if you wish to have any music brought from town, please have it be what you yourself would like to hear me play. Otherwise I shall make do with what is here.”

“I will then. It will be gratified if you allow me to enjoy your performance again.”

Noticing that Brougham was preparing to leave, he rose as well. “Miss Bennet, it was a pleasure to see you again. I will look forward to our next encounter.” He kissed her hand and joined his friend.

 

 

* sang bleu – blue blood
** votre sang est trop chaud – your blood is too hot
*** Tu chiami una vita – words: Salvatore Quasimodo - music: Jan Kaczmarek click to hear and watch this song

 

 

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