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  Mr Darcy’s Proposal

  A Pride & Prejudice Variation

  By

  Martine Jane Roberts

  Copyright © 2017 by Martine Jane Roberts

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  All the characters and events described in this book are fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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  Dedication

  To Peggy, who I love more than words can say.

  Also, by

  Mr Darcy’s Struggle

  What if, after initially refusing Mr Darcy's offer of marriage at the parsonage, Elizabeth finds herself in the position where she is forced to accept his proposal?

  The proud Mr Darcy has only six weeks to prove himself and make Elizabeth fall in love with him. Taking her reproofs to heart, he is determined to woo her and become a better man. Then days before the wedding Elizabeth receives another offer. Will she meet Darcy at the altar or run to the arms of another?

  Mr Darcy’s Struggle is a variation on Jane Austen’s Pride & Prejudice and therefore does not follow the original timeline.

  UK English, spellings, grammar and terminology are used throughout this book.

  Darcy to the Rescue

  When Elizabeth’s parents joined together and insisted that she accept Mr Collins proposal, she decides to take matters into her own hands.

  The consequences of this see her reputation in tatters and a proposal from Mr Darcy. However, will Mr Darcy honour this proposal when he discovers Elizabeth already has an offer of marriage?

  Will Caroline Bingley relinquish her plans to marry Darcy herself, or will she fight to become the mistress of Pemberley?

  Or will Elizabeth be forced to marry her odious cousin instead?

  Darcy to the Rescue is a light-hearted alternative to Jane Austen’s version of events after the Netherfield Ball.

  UK English, spellings, grammar and terminology are used throughout this book.

  To Love Mr Darcy

  The day after the Netherfield Ball, Elizabeth Bennet received an unexpected caller at Longbourn.

  With Mr Bennet’s full blessing, Fitzwilliam Darcy informs Elizabeth they are to be married.

  Furious to have her future decided for her, Elizabeth sets out to change Darcy’s mind.

  However, the untimely interference of Lady Catherine de Bourgh and Darcy’s subsequent action, makes it impossible for Elizabeth to break their engagement.

  The events that follow lead to betrayal, a renewal of affection, and even death.

  Yet, in the midst of all this chaos, love blossoms, and in the most unlikely manner...

  To Love Mr Darcy is an exciting alternative to the original Pride & Prejudice novel by Jane Austen.

  UK English, spellings, grammar and terminology are used throughout this book.

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  Table of Content

  Title

  Copyright © 2017 by Martine Jane Roberts

  Dedication

  Also, by

  Contact Details

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Epilogue

  Mr Darcy’s Struggle

  Darcy to the Rescue

  To Love Mr Darcy

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  The rider dug his heels into the horse’s flanks, urging him to increase his pace. Moving as one they flew over the uneven terrain.

  Unaccustomed to his master riding him with such fierce determination, Odin sporadically bucked his back legs in protest as they raced over the emerald landscape. Finally, as they approached a tall, but shallow hedge, the stallion, foaming at the bit with the exertion of the pace, decided enough was enough. As his rider leant forward in preparation for the jump, Odin dug his hooves into the ground and promptly stopped.

  Darcy, who had resolved to ride until his black mood was exhausted, found himself momentarily airborne, before landing unceremoniously in a heap on the other side of the fence.

  Relieved to be rid of his ill-tempered burden, Odin trotted over to a patch of green, winter pasture and lowered his head to sample the long blades, unconcerned with the fate of his rider.

  Winded by the fall, Darcy lay on the ground and tried to catch his breath. He could not blame his faithful steed for throwing him. He had ridden Odin hard for almost an hour as he tried to banish a particular image from his mind, and from his memory. The image of George Wickham touching Elizabeth.

  As Darcy lay prostrate on the hard ground waited for his breathing to become easier, the events of the last week played out in his mind.

  Darcy decided it would be prudent for him to also quit Netherfield, leaving only two days after the ball and one day after Mr Bingley. Miss Elizabeth Bennet and her fine eyes were a pleasant distraction, but he could not think of her as a suitable candidate for his affections. As for Miss Bingley and Mrs Hurst, it had been easy to persuade them of the necessity to return to Town; he had only to mention the words Charles, Jane Bennet and matrimony in one breath and they too had insisted on following their brother.

  Having arrived at Mr Bingley’s London residence, it took the three of them very little time to persuade Charles that Jane Bennet did not love him. Indeed, they pointed out; Miss Bennet had bestowed her serene smile on all who had engaged with her. It had not been reserved for Charles in particular; Caroline delighted in pointing out.

  Crestfallen, Charles had to agree with her, Jane’s outward appearance had not quickened when in his presence.

  However, that was not the only reason Darcy had wanted to leave the shire. Miss Elizabeth Bennet had begun to have an alarming effect on him, discomposing his emotions, and intruding upon his ability to think rationally. He had even begun to look forward to their encounters, however brief or cutting they might be. Therefore, it made sense for him to extract himself from her influence before he made a fool of himself. She was, after all, too far removed from his level in society to be a serious contender as his wife.

  Now home, and away from Elizabeth’s charms, Darcy was sure he would soon forget her.

  However, he had underestimated the effect the fairer sex could have on a red-blooded man in his prime.

  Having stayed to dine with Charles and his sisters, Darcy returned home late that evening. Convinced he could put Elizabeth from
his mind, and return to his usual pursuits, he settled down in his favourite armchair with a book and a small brandy.

  Thirty minutes later, he was frustrated to find that he had not read a single page, a single paragraph or even a single sentence. Miss Elizabeth Bennet was the only subject on his mind.

  He tried to reason with himself. Elizabeth had nothing to recommend her to a man such as he. No connections, no fortune, her inferior birth and her ridiculous family…, and yet…, she seemed to have found a way under his skin and into his heart.

  Darcy closed the book and slammed it down on the side table. He rose and paced the floor as he tried to convince himself of her unsuitability. He knew an alliance with her was unthinkable! His family would never accept her, society would never accept her… but… as he thought of never seeing her again, a physical pain made its presence felt in the centre of his chest.

  Finally, Darcy realised it was time he stopped deluding himself. He could no longer deny the depth of his feeling for Elizabeth Bennet.

  He loved her, ardently.

  Angry at his own lack of willpower, Darcy pulled open the library door and bellowed for his butler.

  Startled to be summoned in such a manner, Miller hurried to see what was amiss with his master.

  “Miller,” Darcy barked, “inform Fletcher to repack my trunks, we are returning to Hertfordshire.”

  “And the duration of your stay, sir,” Miller asked in his most professional voice.

  “Indefinitely,” Darcy replied, only to hastily change it to “Undetermined.”

  A true professional, Miller merely said, “Yes sir.” And then hurried off to do his bidding, while Darcy sat at his desk, dashed off two brief notes.

  The first was to his sister, and the other to Mr Bingley, asking his permission to stay at Netherfield Park again, although he gave no explanation as to why he was returning to Hertfordshire so soon after leaving.

  Then Darcy rang for a footman and instructed him to deliver them without delay.

  Only then, and with his emotions still in turmoil, did Darcy retire to his bed. Self-loathing at his lack of determination and suppressed excitement fought to win the upper hand, but as he slipped into unconsciousness, the latter prevailed.

  A gentle grin played on Darcy’s lips as he dreamt of Miss Elizabeth Bennet, smiling…laughing…teasing.

  On the journey back to Netherfield, the carriage had passed through the town of Meryton. With skill, the driver navigated through the busy streets, and Darcy looked out of the window, scanning the inhabitant's faces for the one he hoped to see.

  Then, as if in answer to his silent prayer, there was Elizabeth. She was standing outside the bookstore talking to an officer in a red coat. With their faces in profile, Darcy did not recognise him at first.

  Then Elizabeth must have disclosed something amusing, for the officer threw back his head and laughed raucously.

  Next, as if in slow motion, Darcy watched as the man reached out and stroked Elizabeth’s arm in a familiar way. At that moment, his identity became clear. It was none other than George Wickham!

  Elizabeth, who was enjoying an extended morning walk, watched in disbelief as a man appeared from nowhere and landed at her feet.

  Startled, she retreated a few steps, then instinct took over, and she rushed to his aid.

  “Are you injured, sir?” Elizabeth asked as she knelt by his side.

  Only when the man turned towards her, with a familiar scowl on his face, did Elizabeth recognised him.

  “Why, Mr Darcy?” Elizabeth exclaimed with surprise, “We understood you had left Hertfordshire and returned to the Town?”

  His mood, already black from suffering an undignified parting from his horse, darkened as he realised his demise had been witnessed.

  The fact that it was Miss Elizabeth Bennet who had been party to the shambolic event, only deepened his anger and embarrassment.

  Brushing off Elizabeth’s attempt to assist him, Darcy replied gruffly,

  “Thank you, but I am in no need of assistance.”

  Although Elizabeth had no brothers, she understood the concept of male pride and would have forgiven Mr Darcy for his rudeness, had he not been bleeding from a graze on his brow.

  Ignoring his black scowl, Elizabeth withdrew a handkerchief from her reticule and as she reached out to dab at the wound said,

  “May I?”

  “No,” he barked, “I have already stated that I am in no need of assistance, madam. I must ask you to desist.”

  Humiliated, Darcy rolled over onto his stomach and tried to stand, however, he could only manage to struggle to his knees. Silently cursing, Darcy wished Elizabeth would leave him to his humiliation and allow him to recover in private.

  Managing to regain his breath, he quickly realised the exertion of moving had rewarded him with a thumping in his head and a spell of dizziness. Momentarily defeated, he knew he needed to rest for a while longer before attempting to stand again.

  His harsh words did not deter Elizabeth.

  On several occasions when visiting her father’s tenant, she had tended to the scraped knees of their children. Neither the child’s verbal protests nor the sight of their bloodied knees or nose had swayed her from her task.

  So, sitting back on her heels, Elizabeth watched as Mr Darcy tried again to scramble to his feet, only to fall back onto his hands and knees.

  Now, with only one foot resting on the ground, it quickly became apparent that the gentleman was unable to stand under his own volition.

  As Darcy paused in this half sitting, half kneeling position, Elizabeth said,

  “Sir, while I hate to contradict you, it is obvious to me that you most definitely are in need of my assistance. Now, if you could stop being so stubborn for one minute, and take my arm, I am sure we could have you back in the saddle….” Elizabeth’s sentence was left unfinished.

  “So far, I have been tolerant of your interference, Madam, but no more. You will kindly desist in your attempts to nursemaid me and remove yourself from this property.”

  When Elizabeth made no move to leave, Darcy added,

  “Trespassing is a serious offence, you know?”

  If Elizabeth was shocked or stung by the severity of his address, she did not show it. Instead, she carefully folded her handkerchief and returned it to her purse.

  Standing, she brushed the dried leaves from her dress and then paused to look at the dishevelled man kneeling before her. Had she not already experienced several encounters with the proud and unpleasant, Mr Darcy, Elizabeth might have taken offence at his curt words, his brisk tone or even his dark scowl, but she now deemed them to be part of his character long ago, even when one was trying to be helpful towards him.

  “Very well, sir, I will leave you to your fate, but not because you order me from this property, but because I choose to leave. Besides, Netherfield Park ended with this boundary fence. You are now on Longbourn property.”

  Elizabeth waited until she had her back to Darcy before letting a broad smile graced her lips.

  Chapter Two

  “Oh, Mr Bennet, have you heard what happened this morning?” Mrs Bennet asked her husband as she entered the parlour behind Elizabeth.

  “Lizzy had a most unfortunate encounter with Mr Darcy, of all people. Apparently, he was thrown from that beast of a horse of his, and when Lizzy offered him her assistance, he dismissed her as one might dismiss an ordinary servant. In fact, he threatened her. Now, what do you make of that, sir?”

  Mr Bennet rested his book on his knees and turned to his wife of more than twenty years. She was still a handsome woman even though she was in her fifth decade, and the bearing of five daughters had done little to sabotage her figure. Some might say she was prone to exaggerations or indulged a bit too much in self-promotion, but these character foibles had made their life together both happy and amusing, leastways for him. Willingly, he admitted, without her constant daily interruptions to share some snippet of gossip she had just gleaned
from one neighbour or another, his days might have been a little less diverting.

  “Well, my dear.” Mr Bennet said, “I think any man foolish enough to slight our Lizzy, does not deserve to know her true worth.”

  Turned to Elizabeth, he asked,

  “And pray, Lizzy, what assistance did Mr Darcy need that he could reject your offer so out of hand?”

  “It was quite amusing really, Papa. Apparently, he was thrown from his horse, but imagine my surprise when the gentleman landed squarely at my feet, and…”

  “He could have killed her, Mr Bennet.” interrupted Mrs Bennet, exaggerating the actions of Mr Darcy travelling through the air with her arms. “Flying through the air in such a cavalier manner, and with no regards for where, or whom he landed on. Such a proud and disagreeable man, I cannot afford him any charity in the matter. Now, if it had been that nice Mr Bingley…” her words trailed off.

  Mr Bennet rolled his eyes and then indicated for Elizabeth to continue.

  “I had not meant to walk as far as Netherfield, Papa, but the morning was mild and the solitude welcome. Once I had recovered my wits, I offered to help him home, or at least back to his mount. But he not only declined my assistance, he then ordered me from his property.” Then Elizabeth laughed, saying, “But I was not offended Papa, for the jest was on him.”

  “How so, Lizzy?”

  Still laughing, Elizabeth replied.

  “When Mr Darcy took me to task for trespassing, he did not realise that his horse had deposited him on the Longbourn side of the boundary.”