Amanda Grange: Wickham's Diary

'Call on us at ten in the morning,' she said. 'I will take care to be out of the room when you arrive, and you can have five minutes alone. Is that long enough?'

'Yes. Five minutes is all I will need.'

I dressed with great care this morning and I wore the cologne I know Georgiana likes. I called at the house at exactly ten o'clock, and, as Belle had promised, Georgiana was by herself. I was shown into the drawing-room and she started up, took a step towards me. then stopped and coloured, and said that Mrs Younge was upstairs.

'But she has only gone to fetch her workbasket. She will be down directly,' she said.

'I cannot say that I am sorry to have found you alone,' I said, going over to her and taking her hand, then kissing it impulsively before looking deeply into her eyes. 'Georgiana, you must know, you must have felt how much I like you. In our childhoods we were always friends, but, now that we are grown, my feelings for you have deepened, and I find that friendship is no longer enough for me. I love you, Georgiana, with all my heart and soul. I have no right to ask it, no right to expect it, but'—I sank to my knees in a very pretty gesture of submission—'will you do me the very great honour of becoming my wife?'

She blushed and smiled and said, 'It is you who do me too much honour, George.'

'Does that mean that you accept?' I asked, standing up and touching her cheek.

'Yes, it does. As long as Fitzwilliam gives his consent to the marriage, I will be your wife.'

'Then you have made me the happiest of men,' I said, kissing her hand again.

Belle, who had been listening at the door, then entered the room and said, 'Oh, Mr Wickham, how good of you to call.'

'I had something very particular I wanted to say to Miss Darcy,' I said.

'Oh?'

'Mr Wickham has asked me to be his wife,' said Georgiana.

Belle clapped her hands together in delight.

'Oh, this is wonderful news,' she said. 'The best news possible. I cannot say I am surprised. You two were made to be with each other. I knew it from the first moment I saw you together. Just like my good, dear Stephen and me. Oh, the happy times we had together, from the moment we met, to all the magic of our wedding in Scotland, to all the happy years we had together until he died. I only hope you two young people can have the same.'

'Why should we not?' I asked, as though suddenly struck by the idea. 'Why should we not go to Scotland?' I turned to Georgiana. 'What do you say to the idea, my love? Just you and me, pledging our love for each other, with none of the pomp and circumstance of more trivial marriages, marriages contracted for the sake of family connections or for the sake of convenience. Then there needs to be a show, for there is nothing else to unite the two people. But for us, who love each other dearly, there is no need for it. We need nothing but each other.'

Georgiana was carried away by the idea of it and we made our arrangements then and there, with Belle adding her comments every now and again to help the matter along.

'I left the house with only a bandbox,' said Belle. She was so convincing with her reminisces that even I almost believed her stories. 'My dear Stephen was waiting for me with a carriage at the end of the road.'

'Were your family not worried?' asked Georgiana, as she began to think of the matter more carefully.

'Bless you, no.' said Belle. 'I did not just run off, you know; I left a letter explaining everything. I would not have worried them for the world! My papa said afterwards that it was the most romantic letter he had ever read. He said that that was when he knew I was really in love, when he knew I would do without all the fripperies that went with a wedding, just to be with the man I loved.'

Georgiana looked at me and I smiled.

'If you want a large society wedding then we will have one. I would not deny you any pleasure for the world. But if you would like something more romantic then we will go to Scotland. The scenery there is very beautiful and the people are warm and friendly. Well, my love, what shall it be? Shall we elope?' She smiled and I took that as her answer. 'Very well, then, I will arrange the carriage for tomorrow, and then on to Scotland,' I said.

'Oh, yes, George.' Then she faltered. 'What about when we return? What will we do then?'

'We will buy a house and surprise all our friends by throwing a party to celebrate our marriage,' I said.

I left her then. I had no fear of her changing her mind, for I knew Belle would spend the rest of the day encouraging her in her plans for the future.

A calamity! I am undone!

I hired the carriage and was just about to set off to collect Georgiana, with our route to Scotland firmly planned in my mind, when who should I see but Belle, hurrying down the road towards me.

I knew at once that something was wrong, and I called out for the coachman to stop.

'Fly!' she said, when she reached the carriage. 'Go! It is Mr Darcy! He has found us out! He called on us not an hour ago, wanting to surprise his sister, and she, poor fool, could not bear to deceive him and told him everything. He is in a towering rage. He is ready to murder you. You must be gone from here before he finds you, or who knows what he will do?'

I could not believe it. To be so near and yet so far.

'Damn!' I said. 'Damn Fitzwilliam Darcy! Was he born to ruin everything for me? First he denies me a living and now he denies me a wife.'

'Do not stay!' Belle begged me. 'Go, now, at once. He is a powerful man. He has friends, influence; he could make things very difficult for you.'

I looked at Belle with her comely face and figure and I thought, Why shouldn't I have some company on my flight.

'Come with me,' I said impulsively, seizing the moment.

'Come with you?' she asked in surprise.

'Yes, come with me, Belle. You cannot stay here. The carriage is waiting. We can go to Scotland together. Oh! Not to marry, but to have an adventure and get away from this dreary place. We will yet grab some pleasure from the day.'

She was undecided and then, suddenly picking up her skirt and climbing into the carriage beside me she said, 'Aye, what do I have to stay for?'

We were soon away, and before very long we had decided that we could be just as happy in London as in Scotland, and for a lot less expense, and so thither we went.

It was not what I expected from today, but what is the use of repining? Something will turn up, I am sure of it, and for now I have Belle to keep me company.

Besides, there is always still Anne de Bourgh.

Our money has at last run out. Belle has invested what little she had left in a boarding house, and we have reluctantly decided to go our separate ways.

I am thinking of enlisting. One of my acquaintances happened to recommend his regiment to me this morning, and as I have nothing better to do I believe I will join. It will get me away from London, where my creditors are once again pressing me, and take me into Hertfordshire, a place where I am not known. Then I can begin again, and at the very least, run up some new bills.

And at the most... There will be impressionable young women in Meryton, no doubt, and they will all be susceptible to a charming and handsome young man in a red coat.

Who knows? I might meet my heiress in Hertfordshire, and by this time next year I might have eloped!