A Spy at Pemberley Page 6

  She walked away and he wanted to call her back and explain his reasons but couldn't do so. They would depart next week, sooner if possible, not leave it until the end of the month. He must send a message to Georgiana cancelling the dinner engagement tonight. Better no one else knew about today's events.

  He would go upstairs and talk to Lizzy when he had written the letter to his cousin. Hopefully she would have calmed down a little and be ready to listen to him by then.

  An hour later he arrived at their shared apartment to find everything had changed. She had removed herself and her belongings from his bedchamber and the communicating door was firmly locked from her side. She could not have made it plainer.

  He stared at the door and was tempted to go around to the other side and remove the key but thought better of it. Lizzy was upset and he didn't blame her. He would allow her a night to get over it before making the closed door an issue.

  He loved her – she was his life – but this was his house and he would not be denied access to any of its rooms even by Lizzy.

  *

  Lizzy collapsed on the bed expecting to hear her husband hammering on the communicating door at any moment. The knob turned. She held her breath but he did no more and she was relieved there wasn't going to be further confrontation.

  One thing was certain, if he insisted that she accompany him to London she would never forgive him. She would always love him but things between them would never be the same. It was fortuitous he already had an heir as the way things were at the moment he was unlikely to have the opportunity to produce another.

  A woman was in law, considered a chattel of her husbands for him to do as he wished with. She believed there was even a statute that said a wife could be beaten with a stick no thicker than his finger. Fitzwilliam could demand his marital rights, indeed could take them by force, but however estranged they became she was certain he would never do anything like that.

  The door between their rooms was locked. That would be enough to tell him he wasn't welcome in her bed until – well, until he agreed that they shouldn't go away before she and Jane were reconciled.

  Her first task must be to send a letter to both the butler and housekeeper at Grosvenor Square informing them they would not now be coming. It would probably be wise to also cancel the dinner engagement tonight as she had no desire to share her marital problems with anyone else.

  It took several attempts to compose the necessary correspondence as her penmanship was all to pieces. Eventually she was satisfied and sanded the sheet, folded it, applied the sealing wax and pressed in the Darcy seal.

  Her abigail had been arranging her gowns and underpinnings in the closet. She could take the letter down and make sure Peterson sent a footman to the village immediately. She glanced at the clock on the mantelshelf and saw to her surprise the time was only half past eleven. How could her world have fallen apart in so short a time? Returning to the nursery was not possible as the children would be taking their morning rest. She needed to clear her head and a long, brisk walk around the grounds would do exactly that.

  The sun was out – a perfect day to be outside. She had never enjoyed riding, that pastime was left to her sister Jane. Thinking of her brought tears to her eyes and she blinked them away. She would not be a watering pot but remain calm and dignified and not allow her innermost feelings to influence her behaviour.

  A warm cloak, gloves and stout boots were required for this venture. Suitably attired she hurried downstairs and slipped out through one of the many side doors without being seen by anyone. She took a little-used path that led past the home meadows where the house cows grazed.

  Once she was a mile away from the house she began to relax, to enjoy the early spring sunshine and notice wildflowers growing in the hedgerows. This narrow track wasn't one she had taken before – but then this wasn't surprising as the grounds of Pemberley were so vast she doubted that even Fitzwilliam had traversed it all.

  The sound of the birds singing was soothing and soon she was striding out enjoying the walk and able to forget about the catastrophic events that had taken place earlier. There was nothing she liked more than an invigorating walk in the countryside. Her lips curved as she remembered several years ago when she had walked across the fields from Longbourn to Netherfield. Caroline Bingley and her equally unpleasant sister Mrs Hurst had been so shocked by her appearance.

  She paused midstride as something struck her. Jane would take Caroline's side – she could hardly do anything else when she was living under her roof. Perhaps things weren't as bad as they appeared and she might be able to speak privately to her sister and persuade her that the love between them was too important to be put at risk by Caroline Bingley.

  The walk had done her good and she was ready to return. This was the first time since her marriage that she and Fitzwilliam had fallen out. It must not be allowed to continue so she would do her best to reach a compromise with him before things escalated.

  After the vigorous exercise she was hungry and more than ready for her midday repast. That her skirt hem and petticoats were an inch deep in mud bothered her not one jot. She was mistress here and could be as dishevelled as she wished and nobody was in a position to comment.

  The route she had taken brought her out just below the ha-ha. She ran up the steps and began the long trek across the grass to the terrace. A movement in one of the windows on the ground floor of the East Wing caught her eye. Was that someone waving to her? She was in a quandary, not sure if she should respond. If it was Caroline then she had no wish to acknowledge her – but if the person waving was anyone else living in the house then she must respond.

  Perhaps she could pretend she hadn't noticed – yes – that was the best option. She continued on her way keeping her eyes lowered as if admiring the daffodils and crocuses blooming around the trees.

  'Mrs Darcy, I beg your pardon, but could you spare me a few moments of your time?'

  Her head shot up. Mr Forsyth was bounding towards her and she had no alternative but to stop and talk to him. She nodded but didn't speak uncertain what to say to the betrothed of the woman whose malevolence had caused the rift between herself and her beloved sister will stop

  He slithered to a halt beside her and half-bowed. 'My Caroline is desperately upset about what happened between you. She considers Pemberley almost like a second home as she has spent so much time here over the years. Also, Mr Darcy is more than a friend to her…'

  She had heard quite enough of this nonsense and interrupted him midflow. 'Mr Forsyth, Miss Bingley has never been more than the sister of his close friend, Mr Bingley. She was an acquaintance allowed to visit because of her relationship to my husband's closest friend. I believe you have been sadly misled on this subject.'

  She set off towards the house indicating that the conversation was over, but he followed her and had the temerity to grasp her elbow.

  'Mrs Darcy, I beg you to reconsider your position and apologise to Caroline so matters can be put right between you.'

  This was the outside of enough. 'I have no intention of discussing this with you. You are a stranger to me.' She was about to step around him when he laid his hand on her arm.

  'If you do not do as I ask then you will lose your sister. She will not go against her husband's wishes.'

  Chapter Seven

  Lizzy shook off Mr Forsyth's hand. 'I think, sir, that you and Miss Bingley must leave Pemberley at once. When I speak to Mr Darcy I can assure you he will not be pleased. Making an enemy of him will be something you will both regret.'

  She didn't linger to hear his response. Fitzwilliam must hear of this latest threat. Her heart was pounding and she was relieved to return to the sanctuary of her own abode. Once inside she leaned against the wall for a few moments to recover her equilibrium.

  How had it come to this? Was it possible that the elopement had just been a ploy to get Charles to invite the couple to Pemberley? Why would the wretched woman have given Mrs Hurst the route she in
tended to take unless she wished to be found by her brother?

  Fitzwilliam would be able to make sense of this. The fact that they had parted on bad terms an hour or so ago made no difference. She must speak to him immediately. His study was empty. She sent for Peterson and the butler told her that her husband had gone out.

  She would wait for him here – he would be informed of her whereabouts when he returned and they could be guaranteed privacy in this room. Pacing the carpet only made her more distressed. She slumped onto a chair and sat watching the flames flickering hoping these would calm her. Her eyes slowly closed and she drifted off into a light doze.

  *

  Darcy returned from his ride determined to put matters right between him and Lizzy immediately. He tossed the reins of his hunter to a waiting stableboy and strode into the house.

  He was accosted by the butler. 'Mr Darcy, Mrs Darcy is in the study waiting to speak to you.'

  Thank the good Lord! She too had decided this rift could not be allowed to continue a moment longer. His study door was ajar and he stepped in. She was curled up in a chair fast asleep. He walked softly to her side and dropped to his knees. 'Lizzy, my love, we must talk.'

  Her eyes opened and she sat up immediately. 'I've been waiting this age, Fitzwilliam. There's something I must tell you.'

  She pointed to a chair opposite and he did as she suggested. This was not to be the rapprochement he had hoped for – but any communication was better than none.

  'What is it that has caused you so much agitation?'

  He listened with incredulity to her story. 'I should have realised that a young lady taking part in a genuine elopement would never reveal their destination, let alone the exact route she intended to take.' There was something else that had been said that was pertinent. He frowned in concentration and then remembered what it was. 'Forsyth told me he reaches his majority next month. All he had to do was remain incommunicado until then. There was no need for the two of them to make a dash for Scotland and involve both Bingley and I in this charade.'

  'The whole escapade was a ruse to get Miss Bingley to Pemberley. She knew that Charles and you would immediately ride to her rescue and would invite her here.' She stood up and shook out her gown.

  'Good God, Lizzy, look at your skirts! You should have changed and then come down here.'

  Her expression changed from friendly to aloof. 'I beg your pardon, sir, for offending your sensibilities. I shall go at once and change into something that meets with your approval.'

  'I didn't mean…'

  'There's no need to apologise. I have said what I came here to say and will now leave you to take whatever action you think appropriate.' She stalked to the door but he called her back.

  'There's little I can do as Bingley has as much right to entertain his family next door as we do. I cannot dictate to him on this matter. However, you can be very sure they will not set foot here. Neither will they marry in the chapel.'

  'Even if matters between Jane and I are restored I shall not leave here whilst they are still in residence. So if you intend for me to accompany you to London you had better come up with a way of removing them.'

  Then she was gone. He snatched up a ledger from his desk, was about to hurl it at the wall, but managed to restrain himself in time. God's teeth! She was pushing him too far. He was master here and she should not issue him with an ultimatum.

  There was no option open to him apart from sending a message to Bingley in the hope that he wouldn't ignore it. His friend was well aware of his sister's shortcomings – after all had not her interference caused his beloved Jane untold heartache before they were finally reunited?

  He slammed his hands down on the desk making the inkpot and documents jump into the air. At that time he had behaved far worse than Caroline Bingley and had persuaded his friend to abandon Jane as he'd considered the whole family beneath his notice.

  He thought his proud behaviour behind him. Falling in love with Lizzy had opened his eyes to a better way of doing things. Why then was he reverting to his previous character?

  He eyed the decanter of brandy on a side table and was sorely tempted to pour himself a large measure. Drowning his sorrows wasn't a sensible option – he must keep a clear head and come up with a solution to these apparently insoluble problems.

  As he was writing the note to Bingley he changed his mind. He would go next door himself – the staff there had been employed by him before they'd moved into the East Wing. They would not refuse him entry whatever Bingley or his wife might think.

  His boots were muddy, his breeches not much better; he had better smarten himself up before he left. His valet had already laid out an array of clean raiment and soon he was ready to venture out on his mission.

  The communicating door was still locked. No doubt it would remain so until this matter was resolved. If he was going to persuade Bingley to eject his sister and her paramour then he must come up with a reasonable alternative. There was a small estate presently unoccupied as his tenant had died the previous month. This would be ideal. The fact that sending them to live together without the benefit of clergy would be considered scandalous was of little import.

  Caroline and Forsyth had already stepped outside the rigid rules of Society and would be ostracised if they appeared in Town at the moment. After they had been married for a year or two the ton would have moved on and their behaviour would be forgotten.

  It would be better if he made his approach formal so he sent a footman ahead of him to announce his arrival at the front entrance to the East Wing.

  He stood a few yards from the door where he was clearly visible to anyone who cared to look from the drawing room window. The door opened and a brief conversation ensued between the servant and Bingley's butler. Darcy strode forward and marched in as if he owned the place – which technically he still did.

  'Darcy, come with me to my study. It wouldn't be wise for the ladies to see you here.' Bingley grabbed his arm and all but dragged him from the entrance hall.

  'Enough. Please release my arm, Bingley.' He spoke quietly but it had the desired effect.

  'You shouldn't have come here; it will only exacerbate matters when Caroline discovers I've spoken to you.'

  'I don't intend to hold a discussion in the passageway. Shall we keep our thoughts to ourselves until we can be private?'

  They walked in uncomfortable silence until they were safely ensconced in the study. He didn't wait for Bingley to speak again but immediately told him what he and Lizzy had concluded about the elopement, as well as telling him how Forsyth had accosted her on the terrace.

  'I didn't think things could get any worse, but they have. I don't know what Caroline was hoping to gain by her machinations. Is she so jealous of our happiness that she wishes to destroy it? I don't wish her to remain here anymore than you do but I can hardly send her packing with no destination.'

  'I have a solution for you.' Darcy explained about the estate and Bingley looked less fraught by the time he'd finished.

  'If the place has been empty for several months it will hardly be fit to live in. How long do you think it will take your people to make it ready for occupation?'

  'A few days at the most, I should think. I will have to find extra staff as most of those that were employed by my tenant have now retired. There are but a handful taking care of things at the moment.'

  'Although Caroline's reputation is already in tatters, I'm reluctant to make matters worse by sending her without a chaperone. I shall write immediately to my other sister and ask her and her husband to go there.'

  'If you send a letter by express they will have it tomorrow and can set out the next day. This means they will be there within the week. That will be ample time to prepare the house. Although the estate is small, the house is handsome enough and might well do as a permanent home for Forsyth once they are wed. I'd be prepared to sell it to him.'

  His mission accomplished, he stood up to leave. 'I'm relying on you to speak to J
ane. I shall expect her to visit Lizzy this afternoon and put matters right between them.'

  He nodded and Bingley reciprocated. Satisfied he'd set things in motion to bring this unpleasant incident to a close Darcy returned to his side of Pemberley. Perhaps it would be the best if the East Wing was returned to him – things would never be quite the same between him and his erstwhile friend.

  *

  The afternoon dragged by and even the pleasure of spending time with her precious babies couldn't raise Lizzy's spirits. Being at odds with her beloved wasn't something she enjoyed and she was now regretting the fact that the dinner party tonight had been cancelled. It would have been so much easier to spend the evening with Fitzwilliam if Georgiana and Jonathan had been present.

  Changing for dinner had been abandoned, unless they had guests, so there was no need for her to return to her room before going downstairs. Would this evening be an opportunity to mend fences or would things get worse?

  The drawing room was unoccupied. She looked at the clock and saw she was five minutes past the appointed time and he was always here before her. She wandered around disconsolately picking up objects and putting them down again.

  Then the sound of raised voices alerted her. Fitzwilliam was arguing with someone on the terrace. She hurried to the long windows in order to see who he was talking to. Not wishing to be seen she remained out of sight behind the curtain.

  The other voice was Mr Forsyth and he sounded most agitated.

  'Look here, Darcy, that won't do at all. We are comfortable here and have no intention of removing to some dismal little estate of yours. Caroline will not budge until we are safely married and can buy a substantial place of our own.'

  'Bingley wishes you both to leave so it would be polite to do as he requests.'