Regina Jeffers: Christmas at Pemberley

Kitty observed Georgiana’s countenance closely. She had admired Mr. Darcy’s sister from the beginning of their acquaintance. With Lydia’s speedy marriage, Kitty had been left with no confidante and little confidence in her own ability to attract a man. Fortunately, Jane and Elizabeth had stepped in — had brought Kitty to Pemberley and to Mr. Bingley’s estate in neighboring Cheshire. Her elder sisters had introduced Kitty to young women and men of quality. While at Pemberley, Kitty had found a copemate in Georgiana Darcy.“I overheard your conversation with Miss Bingley regarding Lizzy.”

Georgiana kept her eyes on the room, but she said softly, “Elizabeth is my sister, and as a Darcy, her name is mine to protect. However, even if it were not so, I would defend Elizabeth. It is the least I could do for all she’s given me: acceptance, understanding, compassion, conviction, and you, Kitty.” She finally looked at her friend. “Yes, Kitty, Elizabeth’s gift of her own sister was one of her greatest. I desperately needed someone with whom to share my childhood musings. Luckily for me, you also sought such conso-ciation. We’ve done well together, and, for that, I owe Elizabeth my allegiance.”

Kitty flushed from the notice. “You honor me, Miss Darcy.” Emotions washing through her, Kitty’s eyes filled with tears. “Those early days were awkward for us, but our amity pleases me. We’ve become quite adept at recognizing the best in each other.”

“That we have.” Georgiana smiled reassuringly. “Therefore, until Elizabeth’s return, would you assist me in seeing to everyone’s needs? You’re familiar with Pemberley’s inner workings.”

“I’d be pleased… very pleased.”

“Have you recently spent time in London, Miss Bingley?” Mrs. Bennet had cornered the woman near the pianoforte.

Caroline’s eyes hardened in disapproval. “I’m often in London, Mrs. Bennet, as well as Edinburgh. I travel to my friends’ country seats when Society is not in Season,” she intoned aristocratically.

“I certainly would have no objection to time in London, but Mr. Bennet hates town.” Mrs. Bennet announced a bit louder than necessary.

Caroline smiled mockingly. “If you were to spend time in London, Mrs. Bennet, where might you stay? If Mr. Bennet despises London, it’s not likely that he maintains a home in the city.”

Mrs. Bennet ignored the woman’s tone. Although she was well aware of her social abyss, she let nothing dissuade her, so she had succeeded where others had failed. Despite her family’s financial situation, she had married off three daughters and a fourth had made a respectable match. Only Kitty remained unattached. Jane and Elizabeth had married well, especially Elizabeth. “My brother and sister Gardiner maintain a London home,” Mrs. Bennet declared.

Miss Bingley replied with feigned graciousness. “Oh, yes. That would be the brother in Cheapside, would it not?”

“And you find Cheapside below you, Miss Bingley? If I recall, you once called upon my Jane at my sister Gardiner’s home. Did you find it lacking?”

Miss Bingley said through gritted teeth, “It was a most pleasant house for that part of the city, but you must understand, Mrs. Bennet, that the Gardiners’ home cannot be compared to those in Mayfair. A man who lives where he might oversee his warehouses wouldn’t be accepted in the finest homes.”

“As your father earned his money in trade, and your brother maintains those connections, I’m surprised, Miss Bingley, that you receive invitations to ton events. Perhaps that’s why you cling so tightly to your Pemberley association.” Having the upper hand, Mrs. Bennet strode away.

Claiming a cup of tea, she took a chair close to where Mary rifled through sheet music. She would never tell anyone how out of place she had felt as she had taken in Pemberley’s splendor: the spacious lobby, the elegantly decorated sitting rooms, the large, well-proportioned dining room, and the family portrait gallery. She’d known from Jane’s and Elizabeth’s descriptions that Mr. Darcy had extensive wealth, but she hadn’t conceived of the disparity between her own existence and that of her least-favorite daughter. She loved Elizabeth, but her second child had defied her at every turn. Elizabeth was Mr. Bennet’s daughter: Her husband and Lizzy had shared a love for reading and a fondness for twisting the King’s English, neither of which she cared to think on.

Taking a sip of tea, she settled smugly into the chair’s cushions. At least, between Jane and Elizabeth, she wouldn’t live in poverty when Mr. Bennet passed. It was that particular fear that had driven her to beg Elizabeth to marry Mr. Collins. Longbourn was entailed upon the man, and she’d thought it might remain in her control if the clergyman had chosen one of her daughters. Collins had eventually proposed to Elizabeth, but her daughter had vehemently refused the man — leaving the family in limbo. Mrs. Bennett had cajoled and threatened, but Lizzy had persevered. Now, it seemed that her second child had proven herself most astute in her denial of Collins. “Mr. Darcy holds Elizabeth in deepest regard,” her husband had assured her when he had announced their daughter’s impending marriage. She hadn’t believed it, at first. Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy had appeared to scorn each other. How was she to know that the man possessed a tendre for Lizzy? How was she to know any of it when no one thought her worthy of his trust?

The gentlemen joined them in a timely manner, and everyone prepared to enjoy Mary’s performance. Yet, before they could begin, Georgiana stepped forward. “By this time tomorrow, Fitzwilliam and Elizabeth shall have returned to Pemberley. My brother wished to surprise his wife with your presence. Our Elizabeth has missed you deeply, and she speaks of her Hertfordshire family with fondness. Traditionally, we decorate Pemberley’s halls the evening before Christmas, but I’m hoping that you’ll join me tomorrow as I undertake that task a few days early. I wish my family to return to a fully bedecked household — to step into a Christmastide fantasy.”

Jane piped up. “I love gathering greenery. Mr. Bingley and I shall join you, Miss Darcy.”

“As shall I,” Kitty added.

“Miss Bennet and I are at your disposal,” Mr. Grange said from his waiting position behind Mary. He would turn the pages for his intended.

Mr. Grange chimed in, “I’m not as young as I would like, but I can still use a saw long enough to cut evergreen branches.”

Mrs. Bennet dropped her eyes. Never very athletic nor one to enjoy the outdoors, she didn’t want to tramp across the lawns. “Perhaps I might better serve by adding my expertise to your housekeeper’s efforts.”

“Of course,” Georgiana said earnestly. “Mrs. Reynolds shall appreciate your ideas.”

Caroline snickered, drawing attention to the fact that she had made no commitment. “What?” she snapped.

“Shall you join us, Caroline?” Jane asked softly.

“I think not,” she said with indifference. “I rarely rise before noon, but, more importantly, domesticity is not my forte.”

Kitty noted Georgiana’s disappointment. “As you wish, Miss Bingley,” Kitty said pertly. “Now, Mary, what shall you play for us?” She wouldn’t permit Miss Bingley to destroy Georgiana’s plans. “Come, Miss Darcy, you’re to sit with me. When Mary finishes, we shall make a list of what we need to give Pemberley a festive look.”

Left alone, Elizabeth instinctively sought her small traveling box. Changing into a night rail and dressing gown, she curled up in a chair before the fire and unwrapped a beribboned bundle of letters. When Darcy spent time away from the estate, she often reread his letters. It was her way of keeping him close. Of course, the bundle held that legendary first letter, the one he had written to Elizabeth after his Hunsford proposal. She had once promised to burn it, but she would fight anyone who thought truly to do so. It was the letter that changed her life — the one which had given her a true understanding of the man so necessary to her existence.