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  Despite the Circumstances

  A Pride and Prejudice Variation Anthology

  Leenie Brown

  Leenie B Books

  Halifax

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  Contents

  Oxford Cottage

  October 1797

  July 1802

  May 1808

  August 1810

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  October 9, 1811

  July 5, 1812

  Listen to Your Heart

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Waking to Mr. Darcy

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  A Very Mary Christmas

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Epilogue

  Before You Go

  Leenie B Books

  About the Author

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  Oxford Cottage

  October 1797

  Elizabeth clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle as the marble rolled across the floor and hit the boot of the finely dressed gentleman sitting in the armchair across from her uncle.

  The gentleman’s leg leapt in the air, and he muttered a startled oath as he looked about the floor trying to discover what had thumped his foot.

  In her hiding spot behind the velvet draperies, Elizabeth sat as still as a five-year-old girl possibly could. She was sure she was not supposed to be hearing those words. Mama scolded Papa when he said that. She waited, counting to ten before she sent another marble rolling. This time, she could not quite catch her giggle.

  Edward Gardiner felt the marble hit his foot and heard the muffled giggle. He smiled and looked at his guest. He gave a little nod of his head toward the window and placed his finger on his lips, indicating that neither of them should pay attention to the wiggling fabric. He studied the chess board which lay on the table between them. Selecting a piece, he made a show of moving it. Holding up a finger to indicate that his opponent should not make a move, he turned back toward the fire and continued the discussion the two men were enjoying.

  Elizabeth crept out of her hiding place. Fortunately, the back of her uncle’s armchair was just as tall as she was, so she could stand behind him without being seen.

  Cautiously, she reached out her hand and grabbed the chess piece that her uncle had moved. She had just wrapped her fingers around it when she was snatched from behind.

  “I caught you.” Edward Gardiner swung Elizabeth around and placed her firmly on his lap.

  Elizabeth squealed and laughed. Her eyes sparkled with delight. “What are you up to my little scamp?”

  “You were going to lose. You moved the wrong one.” Elizabeth reached over to the table and placed the chess piece in what she considered a better location. “There that is better.”

  Elizabeth looked pleased with herself for a moment before concern crossed her face. She placed a small hand on each of her uncle’s cheeks, tipping his face so she could look in his eyes. “Did you mean to lose? Papa does that sometimes when he is playing with Jane.”

  Her uncle chuckled. “No, I did not mean to lose. I meant to tempt my tormentor from her hiding place, and it worked.” He gave her nose a little flick. “Matlock, I would like you to meet my niece, Miss Elizabeth Bennet, Bennet’s second daughter. Lizzy, this is Lord Matlock.”

  “It is an honour to meet you, Miss Elizabeth.”

  “Thank you, my lord.” Elizabeth used her most proper voice and bobbed her head instead of a curtsy since her uncle still held her securely within his arms.

  “And what is a young lady such as yourself doing hidden away in a study?” asked Lord Matlock. “Should you not be playing games with the other children?”

  “But, I am, my lord. I am playing with Jane. I am hiding, and she is looking for me, and since Jane never comes in here, I am going to win.”

  “Now, why would Jane not come in here?” Her uncle raised his brows in question.

  Elizabeth looked at her hands. “Aunt told us not to disturb you because you were working. But you are not working. You are playing.” She caught the corner of her lower lip in her teeth and turned soft brown eyes up at her uncle.

  Her uncle chuckled. “It definitely would appear that way to young eyes, I suppose, but I assure you, we are working. Now, I think you should go back to the nursery before your aunt discovers you here.”

  “Yes, Uncle.” Elizabeth slipped off her uncle’s lap and gathered her marbles. She stuffed them in her pocket before dipping a quick curtsy that caused her chocolate brown curls to bounce. Opening the door to the study, she looked up and down the corridor before racing toward the nursery.

  July 1802

  “How…did…you…get…up…there?” Richard managed to gasp out between peals of laughter. Lawrence, his older brother, sat clinging to a branch several feet off the ground.

  “I climbed” Lawrence growled. “Now could you please help me get down? The ladder I used has fallen.”

  Richard held his sides and gasped for air. “No, I shall not help you until you tell me how you, Viscount Brantworth, heir to the earldom of Matlock, have managed to become ensnared in a tree.” A few more chuckles escaped Richard as he desperately attempted to control his mirth.

  “Lizzy’s bonnet was in the tree, and she implored me with her big brown eyes to get it down for her. You know no one can say no to her when she turns those eyes upon him.”

  “So, that tells me how you came to be in the tree, but I still do not see why you are still there. I assume after you had freed Lizzy’s bonnet from the branches of the evil tree, you threw it down to her?”

  “Of course, I did.”

  Richard, his arms across his chest with one hand rubbing his jaw, paced in front of the tree looking up occasionally at his vexed brother. “Then, when you turned to climb down, the ladder slipped and fell, leavin
g you perched on that branch like a forlorn cat?”

  Lawrence winced at his brother’s reference to a cat. “Something like that. Could you please right the ladder so I might climb down? I am finding this to be a most uncomfortable place to sit.” His legs straddled the branch, and no matter how he shifted, parts of his body were becoming decidedly painful.

  Richard smiled at his brother and considered waiting just a bit longer, but knowing there would likely be retaliation for such an act, he wisely chose to move the ladder.

  A rustling came from the bushes behind him. He turned just as a bonneted ball of fury raced toward the tree and plopped herself on the ladder.

  “He has not been up there long enough,” said Elizabeth. She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at Richard daring him to challenge her.

  Richard, who had jumped back in surprise, now stepped closer and sat on the ground near Elizabeth. “Am I to believe that my brother, who is nearly twenty, has been treed by a mere girl of ten?”

  “Mere girl?” Elizabeth’s eyes flashed in anger. “And am I to believe that anything that is younger or smaller than a gentleman is to be treated with little or no respect?”

  “Lizzy, calm yourself. I meant only to point out my brother’s ridiculousness. I did not intend to disparage you. I would not dare.”

  “And so you shouldn’t.”

  “Now, Lizzy, could you perhaps tell me why you are so angry with my brother? What has the scoundrel done?”

  “Do you know Mrs. Allen, my Aunt Gardiner’s friend?”

  “Yes. It is the Allens with whom you are staying, is it not?”

  Elizabeth nodded. “She has a new mouser. It is very young and still learning to be brave.” Elizabeth looked up at Richard with sad eyes.

  Richard found himself falling under the spell of those eyes.

  One day when she is older, he thought, those enchanting eyes will catch some poor young man’s attention, and he shall be leg-shackled before he realizes their true power. Richard sighed. “And what did my brother do to this mouser?”

  “He scared Esther.”

  “Who is Esther? I thought we were talking about a cat?” asked Richard in confusion.

  “We are.” Elizabeth looked at Richard as if he was not quite intelligent enough to understand spoken language.

  “She named the cat Esther,” Lawrence called down from the tree. “You know how she is always naming things.”

  “I can think of many names for you, my lord,” shouted Elizabeth, “but I shall not say them as I do not particularly fancy the taste of soap.”

  Richard laughed. He found it humorous how Elizabeth could make my lord sound like a disparagement when she was exceedingly put out. “How did Lawry scare Esther?”

  “When my lord attended your father, Lord Matlock, on his call to my Uncle Gardiner yesterday, Esther greeted my lord by purring and rubbing against my lord’s leg. He was wearing trousers and shouted at Esther to not leave her fur on his clothing. Then he kicked her. He kicked her!”

  “I did not kick her. I simply nudged her away with my leg.” Lawrence moaned. “This branch is becoming most unbearable.”

  “Good.” Elizabeth smiled wickedly at Lawrence before returning to her tale. “He nudged her forcefully away from his leg and then stomped his feet and clapped his hands to shoo her away. The poor little thing took such a fright she raced right up a tree and sat there mewing until Mr. Allen could get her down.”

  “How long did the poor creature suffer?” asked Richard with some trepidation.

  “Two hours,” said Elizabeth. Lawrence groaned.

  “And my brother has been in the tree for how long?”

  “Not long enough.”

  “How long is not long enough?”

  “Half an hour,” came the call from the tree. “I am sure that sitting in a tree is not nearly as painful to a cat as it is to a man. They are more nimbly made after all. Please do not make me sit here for two hours.”

  Elizabeth glowered at Lawrence. “Do you promise to be kind to Esther and all other creatures?”

  “I assure you, Elizabeth, that my arms and legs shall soon lose all feeling, and then I shall fall from this tree.”

  “Do you promise?” Elizabeth called up to the tree.

  “Do I promise to fall from the tree?” asked Lawrence in shock.

  “Were you not attending?” Elizabeth stood, hands on her hips. “I said, do you promise to be kind to Esther and all other creatures?”

  “Pray forgive me, Elizabeth. It seems my discomfort must have distracted me.”

  Elizabeth huffed in exasperation. “Do you promise?” she repeated.

  “Yes, yes, I, Lawrence Alexander Berkley Fitzwilliam, Viscount Brantworth, future Earl of Matlock, promise to be kind to Esther and all other creatures.”

  “Very well, you may come down. Richard, the ladder for my lord,” Elizabeth commanded with the authority of a lady of great rank.

  “Your wish is my command, my lady,” said Richard with a bow and a smirk.

  “As it should be,” she returned with a laugh.

  Richard propped the ladder against the tree and held it steady as his brother descended. Lawrence shook and patted his limbs as he tried to relieve the tingling sensation which coursed through them.

  “Lizzy,” said Richard as the three began to walk back to Lambton. “Two questions are plaguing my mind. First, why are you out here in the orchard without a chaperone or your sister? Second, how exactly did your hat get lodged in a tree?”

  “I was not alone, Richard. Lawrence was with me, and before that, Jane. Did she not send you to seek me?”

  “Yes, she did. She said you had wandered away, and she was afraid you were lost. But, that was a ploy, was it not?”

  “Indeed,” said Elizabeth with obvious satisfaction that her plan had succeeded so well. “I was strong enough to knock the ladder over, but knew I could not lift it back into place.”

  “And the answer to my second question? How did your bonnet become lodged in a tree?”

  “I climbed up and placed it there,” said Elizabeth.

  “But there was no ladder near the tree, and you said you could not lift the ladder,” said a bewildered Lawrence.

  Elizabeth smiled sweetly at him. “Perhaps a mere lord needs a ladder to climb a tree, but I can assure you a mere girl does not.”

  Lawrence gaped at her as Richard howled in laughter.

  May 1808

  Wilkinson waited at the study door until he heard his master grant him entrance. “Sir, there is a young lady at the door who is looking for her father. She came with Peters on his delivery from Lambton.”

  George Darcy looked up from his work and removed his spectacles.

  “Says her name is Miss Elizabeth Bennet, sir. Wishes to know if her father and uncle are here or if she should continue on with Peters.”

  “Is her father Thomas Bennet?”

  “Yes, sir. That is the name she gave. Her father and uncle are among the gentlemen you expect this afternoon, are they not?”

  Mr. Darcy smiled. “Yes, Bennet and Gardiner are both travelling with Matlock. You may show Miss Bennet to my study, Wilkinson.”

  “Very good, sir.” Wilkinson disappeared for a few minutes and then returned followed by a young lady. She was a slight little thing with curly chocolate brown hair and expressive brown eyes. She looked to be about fifteen years of age, yet she carried herself with great confidence.

  “Miss Elizabeth Bennet,” Wilkinson announced.

  George Darcy rose and bowed as he greeted her. “Miss Bennet, welcome to Pemberley.”

  Elizabeth curtsied and quickly studied the man who greeted her. His bearing was authoritative, yet his eyes were kind. His dark hair was speckled with grey, his figure was somewhat gaunt, and the stiffness of his movements acknowledged his pain. Although she did not know him, she felt sorrow for he was obviously in ill health.

  Elizabeth seated herself in the chair to which the gentleman had motioned.
“Thank you, Mr. Darcy, but I prefer Miss Elizabeth. Jane is Miss Bennet.”

  He nodded his acceptance of her request.

  The smile which crossed her face and sparkled in her eyes was captivating. Her dress was that of a gentleman’s daughter to be sure, but her flushed cheeks and the few errant curls which fell from their pins indicated she had been engaged recently in strenuous activity.

  “You accompanied Peters today?”

  “Yes, sir. Maggie has taken ill, and there was a need for another set of hands to speed the deliveries. Mr. Allen agreed to let me travel with Mr. Peters until I reached Pemberley, then, I was to await my father and uncle while Mr. Peters continued on his route.”

  “That is unusual work for a gentleman’s daughter.” Mr. Darcy thought of the many gentlemen’s daughters he had met. He could not think of one, beyond the one he had married, who would so happily exert herself to assist those of a lower rank without great persuasion. This young lady was special.

  “My father is not a usual gentleman; therefore, I am not a usual gentleman’s daughter.” Elizabeth raised an eyebrow as amusement danced in her eyes.

  Mr. Darcy watched as Elizabeth looked once again at the books which lined the shelves in his study. “Do you like to read, Miss Elizabeth?”

  “Very much—which pleases my father but vexes my mother. My mother contends ladies who read too much hinder their chances of attaining a suitable match.” Elizabeth’s nose wrinkled of its own accord as if the thought of a good match was in some way repugnant.

  A grin tugged at Mr. Darcy’s lips. Elizabeth certainly spoke her mind as freely as her father did. “And what do you think, Miss Elizabeth?”

  “My mother would be sorely disappointed were I to answer that, Mr. Darcy,” Elizabeth said playfully.

  “Ah, but would your father be disappointed if you did not answer?” Mr. Darcy relaxed back into his chair.

  Elizabeth laughed—a sound that wrapped its way around the gentleman warming him in its embrace. “Indeed, he would be, so as much as it will vex my mother, I dare not disappoint my father. I shall tell you what I think, Mr. Darcy, but only because you have insisted.”