Simply Beautiful, page 1
Simply Beautiful
A NOVEL
A PRIDE & PREJUDICE VARIATION
P. O. DIXON
Contents
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Introduction
Prologue
Chapter 1 - Intentions
Chapter 2 - Intervention
Chapter 3 - Apprehension
Chapter 4 - Confusion
Chapter 5 - Communication
Chapter 6 - Champion
Chapter 7 - Machinations
Chapter 8 - Conversation
Chapter 9 - Desperation
Chapter 10 - Resignation
Chapter 11 - Expectation
Chapter 12 - Deception
Chapter 13 - Separation
Chapter 14 - Exploration
Chapter 15 - Observation
Chapter 16 - Relations
Chapter 17 - Connection
Chapter 18 - Exasperation
Chapter 19 - Consideration
Chapter 20 - Confrontation
Chapter 21 - Aspiration
Chapter 22 - Anticipation
Chapter 23 - Assignation
Chapter 24 - Reservations
Chapter 25 - Reflection
Chapter 26 - Explanation
Chapter 27 - Consolation
Chapter 28 - Determination
Chapter 29 - Consternation
Chapter 30 - Contemplation
Chapter 31 - Confession
Epilogue
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Introduction
In a fascinating tale of long-lost family ties, Miss Elizabeth Bennet finds herself face-to-face with her father after years of separation. The reunion sparks a whirlwind of conflicting sentiments as Elizabeth grapples with the daunting task of reconciling her past with her present. The challenges ahead loom large, requiring her to summon every ounce of strength and resilience she possesses.
Amid the tangled web of complicated family dynamics, one person remains steadfast by Elizabeth's side—Mr. Darcy. Their bond, forged through their shared upbringing at the illustrious Pemberley estate, is an open secret. Yet, as their connection deepens, doubts begin to emerge, and whispers of criticism surface. Some question the boundaries of their relationship, pondering if their closeness defies the conventions of propriety.
While Elizabeth courageously navigates the maze of familial obligations, she finds herself at a crucial crossroads. Will Mr. Darcy, her devoted companion, stand resolutely beside her as they face the trials ahead? Or will the winds of change and the manipulations of others conspire to tear them apart?
In this gripping tale, the timeless characters from Jane Austen's beloved classic, Pride and Prejudice, come alive once more, captivating readers with an enthralling exploration of love, duty, and the indomitable power of the human spirit.
“Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.”
— Jane Austen
Prologue
Mr. Thomas Bennet raked his fingers through his hair, and a dark strand fell onto his brow. He caught it with his other hand and pushed it back into place. His gaze rested on his child—a little eight-year-old girl who held her hands to her mouth as she cried. Tears streamed down her angelic face, leaving tiny streaks along her skin. Her anguished sobs filled the air.
“Mama! Mama! Jane!”
The sound of his child crying ate away at Mr. Bennet’s heart, but the reason behind her tears caused him the most pain. A young man in the prime of his life, the distraught gentleman now called himself a widower and a single father of a motherless child. His wife, the late Mrs. Francis Bennet née Gardiner, and his firstborn child, Jane, had perished in a carriage accident a little more than a fortnight ago.
Such pain, unlike anything he had ever known, filled his world. Bennet had never suffered a large family. An only child, he lost his parents to a carriage accident over a decade prior. He had steeled himself against the ensuing pain as best he could, for that was what everyone expected of him. Though his sadness was insurmountable, he had held back his tears with great fervor because that was what grown men did: they did not cry.
A world without his parents had come upon him in an instant. Yet, it was not enough time for him to truly grieve their loss, for, despite Bennet’s carefree ways, he had been thrust into a position of power as master of Longbourn Village in Hertfordshire, where people depended on him for their livelihoods.
A sense of guilt had also compounded his suppressed grief—guilt that he had not taken his role as the future master of Longbourn more seriously when he should have by learning what he needed to know from his father. Guilt that he, therefore, had disappointed his father by choosing the gaieties of youth and caprice over the responsibilities of an only son and future heir.
Faced with the daunting task of managing an estate, another more life-altering challenge awaited him mere months after his parents’ deaths—a forced marriage to a young woman from the nearby town of Meryton who was with child. Although she was respectable enough, she was by no means the woman his parents would have chosen for him, owing to her family’s roots in trade. Her father was an attorney, and her mother was the daughter of an attorney, too, from a neighboring county.
Miss Gardiner was a great beauty, however. What did lineage have to do with anything when the prospect of courting a beautiful woman was at stake for a young man sowing his wild oats? It was the only way he could describe his fascination with Miss Gardiner, for she was not an intelligent woman—not by anyone’s standards. In contrast, he was a man of sense and education, a Cambridge man who walked among the pillars of society’s elites. How great his love was for her was hard to say and, indeed, wholly irrelevant. His actions charted his life’s choice from almost the moment he first danced with her.
“Mama! Mama! Jane!” the child cried out once more.
Mr. Bennet stroked his daughter’s soft cheek and wiped away a tear with his thumb. “Hush … do not cry, my darling child. My little angel is sad because Mama is not here to tuck you into bed and your dearest Jane is not here to snuggle next to you. They are both at rest, though they are surely smiling at you as we speak and are proud of you. I am proud of you, too, for being so strong.”
Mr. Bennet then leaned over and kissed his daughter’s forehead.
“But I do not want to be strong. I want my mama and Jane,” the little girl replied.
“Yes, I know, my dear. I know.”
Her small nose crinkled as she sniffled. “Will you stay with me tonight, Papa?”
“If that is what you want, my little angel.” Mr. Bennet took off his coat and sat on the bed beside his daughter.
She threw herself into her father’s arms and clung to him. “Promise you won’t leave me too.”
A sharp pang tugged at Bennet’s heartstrings as he softly stroked her tiny hand until her eyelids grew heavy and she drifted into a peaceful sleep. He stroked her hair gently until he was sure she was sleeping soundly then leaned over. He kissed her on the forehead, whispered that he loved her more than anything in the world, and left the room with a heavy heart.
No, Thomas Bennet had not cried when he lost his beloved parents in a carriage accident more than a decade ago. He did not cry when he lost his young wife and firstborn child. Though he had successfully held back the tears for so long, the well of sorrow had not been deep enough to contain his grief. As the carriage pulled away from Pemberley Manor in the early pre-dawn hours with the recently widowed young man its sole passenger, all he could do was cry.
Chapter 1 - Intentions
PEMBERLEY IN DERBYSHIRE, 1811
Elizabeth remained oblivious to the fact that her father, Mr. Thomas Bennet, had arranged a surprise visit to Pemberley. Similarly, Fitzwilliam Darcy was unaware of this impending arrival as no one had informed him about it. Given their understanding of the profound bond between Elizabeth and Fitzwilliam, Mr. Gerald Darcy and his wife, Lady Anne, could not help but question their son’s capability to keep this visit a secret from Elizabeth.
Mr. Bennet had insisted that his imminent visit be kept secret in case unforeseen circumstances prevented his arrival. Even if he had not, Mr. and Mrs. Darcy would have had it no other way. Thomas Bennet was not known for keeping his word.
Every time he deemed himself fit to see his only child, he wrote to the Darcys, telling them of his wish to pay his daughter a visit. On each occasion when the visit was arranged, he would withdraw at the last minute, citing one excuse after another. Only he knew what the actual explanation was. Others might speculate. Be it his overindulgence in drink, be it gambling. There were quite a few vices from which one might choose.
Indeed, any of those factors could have played a role. Still, the underlying catalyst was always his profound grief, which continued to engulf him a decade later. The haunting image of the carriage hurtling down the cliff, with his wife and elder child trapped inside, remained etched in his mind. Amid the carriage’s de scent, he had managed to save his youngest daughter, who sat beside him, by clutching her tightly and holding on as they both tumbled from the vehicle.
Aside from Elizabeth and him, there were no survivors: not his wife, elder child, or the drivers. To that day, gunshots rattled him, recalling the instant the horses were relieved of their suffering at his hands.
The Darcys were gathered in the smartly appointed drawing room upon the arrival of Mr. Bennet. Mr. Gerald Darcy, a refined gentleman of distinguished stature, sat with an air of quiet dignity, engaged in polite conversation with his wife, Lady Anne. The room exuded an atmosphere of elegance, reflecting the refined tastes of its occupants.
Fitzwilliam Darcy, their son and heir to the grand estate, stood by the window, his tall and commanding figure casting an imposing shadow. With a brooding air, he stared out at the expanse of lush green lawn below, his thoughts veiled behind a mask of stoicism. The play of sunlight upon his face emphasized the strong angles of his features and the sharpness of his countenance. His expression was guarded, revealing little of the thoughts that swirled within.
Unlike his father, who greeted the guest with all the warmth that could be expected of two long-standing friends, Fitzwilliam barely uttered more than a monosyllable, leaving Mr. Bennet to suspect that the young man harbored some sort of ill will toward him.
If such indeed were the case, he could not blame him. No one was more disappointed in Mr. Bennet than he was in himself. If the parents felt the same as the son, they did not show it. On the contrary, they were as gracious and kind to him as they ever had been, further bolstering Bennet’s resolve that he had done the right thing for Elizabeth by allowing her to be reared by his dear friend and his friend’s wife. He was sure he owed them a debt of gratitude he could never repay.
I am here now, both willing and able to be a father to my daughter.
Amid a lull in the conversation, Mr. Bennet consulted his pocket watch.
Noticing this, Lady Anne said, “I am afraid I do not know what is keeping Elizabeth all this time.”
“I am happy to go to her and find out,” said Fitzwilliam.
Lady Anne Darcy loved her only son more than she loved life itself. She doted on him, in fact. He was meant for greatness; of that she was sure. Being the future master of Pemberley was really something, especially in that part of the world. True, her son was not a peer. Young Fitzwilliam Darcy was, however, the grandson of a peer and the heir to one of the grandest estates in Derbyshire. If Lady Anne had her way, which she often did, he would also stand in line to inherit Rosings Park, one of the finest estates in Kent. Indeed, she and her sister, Lady Catherine de Bourgh, envisioned a glorious future for young Darcy. This future was sure to unfold with his marriage to Lady Catherine’s daughter and Lady Anne’s namesake, Miss Anne de Bourgh.
Lady Anne had not always known such happiness as now existed in her life. She had suffered more than her fair share of grief, in fact. She had desperately wanted a daughter. Several unsuccessful attempts and years later, her favorite wish unfolded with the birth of baby Georgiana. Lady Anne was robbed of her joy within days. An extended period of grief ensued. She dared not risk giving birth again. Not just because it was life-threatening for her to do so but because she simply could not bear the thought of suffering another such heartbreak as the loss of an infant would bring. There would never be another child—at least not her own.
Grief and sorrow, her constant companions, only began to fade away when she welcomed young Elizabeth into her home and heart. Despite the sorrow surrounding Elizabeth’s circumstances, Lady Anne saw her as the blessing she had longed for. The one condition Thomas Bennet insisted upon was that he would never relinquish his parental rights. Not that the Darcys expected him to do so. It sufficed for the grieving couple to raise Elizabeth at Pemberley, providing her with the nurturing, care, and guidance that only a mother could offer—a task that Lady Anne was more than capable of undertaking.
Elizabeth and Lady Anne shared the same birthday, a remarkable occurrence that naturally forged a bond between them. They were kindred spirits—private, yet adventurous. Both possessed a love for books and held passionate beliefs. Their connection, akin to that of a mother and daughter, gradually grew as they supported each other through the trials of grief and the profound emotional wounds that followed. Lady Anne was convinced that Elizabeth considered Pemberley her home and the Darcys her family. However, she could not help but wonder and worry about Mr. Bennet’s reappearance after so many years.
“You shall not, my son,” Lady Anne declared firmly. “I shall have the honor.” With that, her ladyship rose from her seat and made her way toward the door just as a servant opened it, allowing Elizabeth to enter.
Elizabeth offered a polite smile to Lady Anne. She expressed her apologies, saying, “I am sorry for keeping everyone waiting for dinner. I was so engrossed in my book that I lost track of time. Thank heavens for Mrs. Eastman,” she added, referring to her paid companion.
“Come, dearest Elizabeth. Come and welcome our guest,” Lady Anne said warmly, extending her hand.
Upon this invitation, Mr. Bennet stood up, capturing Elizabeth’s attention for the first time. He cleared his throat, but before he could utter a word, Elizabeth’s face drained of color.
“Papa…” she gasped, and then she fainted.
Chapter 2 - Intervention
As Elizabeth teetered on the brink of collapsing, Fitzwilliam sprang into action, reaching her just in time to prevent her fall. He cradled her fragile form in his arms, carefully lifting her and placing her gently on the settee. However, before he could tend to her further, his mother intervened, nudging him aside and taking charge of the situation.
A wave of powerlessness washed over the young man, an intense desire to care for Elizabeth himself. He watched as his mother fanned her and helped her regain consciousness. The sight of Elizabeth’s shaken state pained him deeply.
Elizabeth cast a questioning glance at Fitzwilliam, who responded with a subtle nod, offering her reassurance in his presence. She redirected her eyes toward Lady Anne. Her voice was tinged with remorse. “I apologize. I do not know what came over me.”
“There, there, my dear. You have experienced quite a shock, that is all,” said Lady Anne.
Mr. Bennet, now hovering nearby, said, “It is I who should apologize. Undoubtedly, seeing your father after all these years is a complete surprise.”
Elizabeth nodded. “Indeed, it is a surprise, sir … though not unwelcome.”
The wheels in Elizabeth’s busy mind were moving at a rapid pace. Lady Anne always took extra care in keeping Elizabeth abreast of the comings and goings of Pemberley’s guests. However, she had never mentioned that her father—the man who had abdicated his paternal responsibility toward her a decade prior—would be visiting. If Lady Anne knew he was coming, Elizabeth wondered why she had not told her.
Turning her eyes back to Lady Anne, Elizabeth asked, “Did you know of this in advance?”
Lady Anne nodded, her expression carrying a mix of understanding and compassion.
With curiosity brimming within her, Elizabeth pressed further. “Why did you not inform me earlier, Lady Anne?”
Seeking to defend her ladyship, Mr. Bennet said, “You must not fault Lady Anne, my child. I insisted that my visit be kept a secret to protect you from disappointment if something unforeseeable were to prevent my being here.”
