Chapter 6
It was something of a revelation to Elizabeth to discover the extent to which she could enjoy deceiving her family. During the next two days, she sat through several harangues from Mrs. Bennet on the state of her nerves, moralistic lectures from Mary on the evils of loss of reputation, Kittys constant pleas for details, and Mr. Bennets concerned looks, to all of which she replied with a refusal to provide any further information and a smiling assurance that they had no cause for concern. When Mrs. Bennet began to threaten she would write to Mr. Gardiner and ask him to settle matters with Denny as he had with Wickham, Elizabeth could not restrain her laughter as she told her mother she was certain Mr. Gardiner would see no cause for concern in her involvement with FD. The frequent use of the word shameless as applied to her was further cause for her amusement.
Nonetheless, she had good intentions of confessing the truth once Miss Darcy arrived, feeling it would be quite unfair to her to expect her participation in the charade. While they were awaiting their guest, however, Mrs. Bennet announced that there would be absolutely no mention of Lizzys shamelessness in front of Miss Darcy, thus relieving Elizabeth of the necessity of immediate confessionand the attendant scene Miss Darcy would witnessbefore her guest even had the opportunity to settle in.
Miss Darcys arrival went smoothly; she was clearly pleased to see Elizabeth, and Mrs. Bennets degree of overcivility did not seem to trouble her in the least. She was amiable with Kitty and Mary, though Elizabeth, with a slightly more experienced eye, could see she was, in fact, anxious about the interchange, but attempting to battle her shyness. Mary, who had heard so much about Miss Darcys vaunted skill at the pianoforte that she was determined not to be outdone in civility as she was likely to be in music, insisted on taking Georgiana on the full tour of Longbourn and its grounds. Kitty, who was closest to her age, was delighted to keep her company as her trunks were unpacked, for the pleasure of remarking over each dress and bonnet as it emerged. By dinnertime they were all referring to each other by their first names. Between one sister and the other, it was near evening before Elizabeth had a chance to spend some time alone with Miss Darcy.
After they reassured one another of their delight in seeing the other, it was apparent to Elizabeth that Georgiana was still somewhat in awe of her, and very anxious to please. She attempted to put those anxieties to rest with warm inquiries about her time at Pemberley, their common acquaintances, and of course, Darcy. This led naturally to a rather timid question regarding Mr. and Mrs. Bennets ignorance of Darcys admiration of Elizabeth.
Elizabeth laughed. Given the timing of your visit, you will very likely have the pleasure of witnessing exactly why I have allowed this state of affairs to persist. My parents, I am sorry to say, harbor some strong prejudices against your brother, and, though I have attempted to moderate their views, my success has been quite limited.
When I said something to your sisters about what a good brother he is, they looked quite disbelieving! I did not know what to say.
I am hardly surprised, Elizabeth said with a smile.
But what reason could they possibly have to dislike him?
It is in fact quite an ironic story, in hindsight. It all began when he made a slighting comment about me at a public assembly, and refused to dance with me since I did not meet his standards.
Oh, cried Georgiana. So that is why he said that you she trailed off in embarrassment.
Pray, now you have aroused my curiosity, what did he say?
Georgiana blushed. I shouldnt have said anything it was a long time ago. He said that he had given you every reason to dislike him, and I couldnt understand what he could be talking about. I couldnt ask him about it, because that was when he was barely talking to anyone at all, and I knew I was lucky he had said as much as he did, but I always wondered what he meant.
When was this?
Oh, after he returned from visiting Aunt Catherine last spring. The words began tumbling out of her, as if she had been barely holding them back for months. It was so awful, Elizabeth! He was so quiet all the time, and if anyone asked him why, he would just stalk off, and he wouldnt even see his friends most of the time. If I tried to be sympathetic, he would tell me to save my pity for someone who deserved it, and then hed try to put a good face on it, and that was even worse. And then, after a while, he seemed to just give up, and he didnt even get angry anymore; it was just as if he didnt care about anything anymore.
The pain Elizabeth felt on hearing this was as great as could be imagined. I had no idea, she said with tears in her eyes. I knew he must be angry and disappointed, but I assumed he would move on quicklyafter all, there seemed to be no shortage of women who would be overjoyed to receive his addresses.
Move on? How could you think that? Georgiana asked. Fitzwilliam never lets go of anyone, and he never stops caring.
I am not certain I understand your meaning, Elizabeth responded cautiously.
Havent you noticed? He almost never lets himself care about anyone, but once he does, he is more loyal than anyone in the world. You have seen him with Bingleysince Bingley is his dear friend, he is willing to tolerate those horrible sisters of hisI know, I shouldnt say such things, but its truewhen any other man would have nothing to do with them. He puts up with Aunt Catherine, when I cannot even stand to be in the same room as her. He forgives everything in those he cares aboutI should knowand never blames. If he had never seen you again, he would still have been hurt ten years from now, just like with Georgiana stopped short, her face frozen.
Just like what? Elizabeth asked gently, astonished by the insights she was receiving.
Just like with George Wickham, Georgiana whispered, and burst into tears.
Elizabeth, feeling the greatest sympathy, moved rapidly to embrace the sobbing girl, murmuring words of comfort.
It took Georgiana several minutes to regain her composure. Im so sorry, she said. I feel so awful when I think of how I hurt Fitzwilliam. I didnt know at the time, of course, but that makes no difference.
My dear, please remember you are far from the only one taken in by Mr. Wickham. I myself believed his stories, and was charmed by him. All my family, indeed all of Meryton, delighted in him. You could not be expected to do more.
But it wasnt so much what I did as what he did to my brother. How could anyone be so cruel?
What did he do to your brother? asked Elizabeth with apprehension.
I did not know the whole story then, because I had been too young when it happened, but afterward I started asking questions of people who knew him. Mrs. Reynolds told me most of this. She faltered for a moment. He and Fitzwilliam were the best of friends when they were boys. As they became older, George apparently became resentful of the differences in their expectations, and began doing and saying terrible things to Fitzwilliam, but he was loyal and would never believe George did it on purpose. He caused trouble, knowing that Fitzwilliam would always try to cover up any problems he caused, even if it meant he himself was punished. The harder my brother would try to protect him and keep his friendship, the worse things George would do. This went on for years and years, until finally something must have been too much, I dont know what, but at some point even Fitzwilliam seemed to give up on him and started to avoid him, but even then he must have hoped that things might change in the future. The financial settlement he gave him was more than generous, I know. But then, the next time George approached him for help, Fitzwilliam refused, which had never happened before. And shortly thereafter, George tried to hurt him in the worst way he could, and he used me to do it. You would only need to have seen his face when he looked at George to see how pained he was that his old friend would do such a thing to him. But I shouldnt be telling you all this!