Part One – 1784
“Is it not gratifying to have the sound of music echoing
about the house once more?” Lady Cat, as everyone called her, declared
contentedly upon entering the morning parlor. She seated herself beside her
eldest daughter and namesake, who was busily pursuing her work. “How wonderful
it is to have Anne home once more.”
“She no longer considers Ecclestone
Court her home, Mother,” Lady Catherine remarked.
Lady Cat might not have heard the comment, as she continued
without regarding it. “Young Fitzwilliam has grown so fast, he seems not much
the baby any longer. So very handsome, with such an astonishingly serious demeanor!
The obvious intelligence with which he observes all that transpires about him
might lead anyone to mistake him for a child twice his age.”
“He seems a very fine boy, but
of course we are partial.”
“Nonsense! Everyone who sees him
declares him the most magnificent baby ever encountered.”
“One must wonder to what degree his being the future master
of Pemberley influences that perception.”
“You seem rather cross this morning, Catherine,” her mother observed.
“Are you not pleased to have your sister home?”
“Pemberley is now Anne’s home, Mother, and yes, of course I am
pleased to have her with us again.”
“You do not seem terribly happy about it,” Lady Cat
commented smugly, settling back into the cushions of the sofa. “I suppose her
presence is a reminder of your yet unmarried state?”
“It need not be, would you cease
mentioning it.”
“What elder sister would not resent a younger sister of
better fortune?” Lady Cat queried, paying no mind to her daughter’s complaint.
Lady Catherine put aside her work and looked seriously into
her mother’s eyes. “I love my sister and my new nephew; you must know that,
Mother.”
“Even the deepest affection has never been a barrier to
jealousy amongst sisters, and no one would blame you for such feelings. It is
only natural when Anne has made such a gratifying match, though not a noble
one, and produced such a fine heir so soon.”
Lady Catherine stifled a retort, resuming her work instead
of capitulating to her mother’s provocations.
“We gave you plenty of opportunity to find a match before
bringing Anne out. If only you would endeavor to put yourself forward, I am
certain you might have half of London at your feet.”
Lady Catherine eyed her mother skeptically. “Half of London
can only see my feet, I dwarf the gentlemen so.” She patted her unpowdered hair
with a hint of self-consciousness. “If only such towering wigs were not the
fashion, I might fare better.”
“Ridiculous! You are barely an inch taller than I was at
your age, and my height proved no hindrance to making an excellent match. You
must merely smile more and flirt a little with the gentlemen. It is not so very
difficult.”
“I cannot perform for strangers, Mother,” she said, concentrating
fixedly on her embroidery. “They must take me as I am.”
“A serious fault in your education! I suppose I must take
responsibility for that. Mrs. Spencer tried her best with you, I am sure, or as
well as she could with such an unyielding personality. Anne certainly prospered
under her tutelage. A lady must perform for the world. It is expected of us.
After you are married, you might command things as you choose, but until that
time, I do wish you would endeavor to render yourself more pleasing.” She rose
with a dramatic sigh and began pacing the room. “You might at least have been
more diligent towards your instrument. If you had a talent to highlight your
natural nobility, as Anne does, you would show better.”
“I could not tolerate the music
master, as you well know.”
“Signor Abatescianni is the most sought after harpsichord
instructor in London! Your father paid a vast sum to secure him for you girls,
and see how you squandered the opportunity!”
“He pinched, Mother. It was
intolerable.”
“You foolish girl! What is a little pinch or prod here and
there? You can expect much worse from the gentlemen in town.”
“So I have learned,” Lady Catherine tersely replied,
redoubling her concentration on her work as the multiple humiliations in the
wandering hands of so-called gentlemen intruded upon her memory, “but I ought
not suffer such treatment from a mere musician!”
“You are entirely too nice in your notions, Catherine!
Senior Abatescianni knew better than to overstep the proper boundaries. Anne
never complained of him.”
“Anne’s notable talent kept his attention focused elsewhere.
My plodding performance was not so distracting.”
Lady Cat stopped her pacing and directed a piercing gaze
upon her daughter. “Well, that is now beside the point. Signor Abatescianni has
moved on to more promising students, and you remain unmarried. I have little
power over the former situation, but I intend to do something about the
latter.”
Lady Catherine gazed up at her
mother wearily. “And what would that be?”
“Your father has invited Sir
Lewis de Bourgh to stay with us after Anne and Darcy depart.”
Lady Catherine betrayed not a trace of emotion at this
announcement, returning her attention to her embroidery before replying, “I
have never heard of him.”
“He is recently returned to England after several years
abroad and is interested in finding an appropriate match and settling down.”
“And what is that to me?”
“Do not be impossible! You know we mean him for you! He has
seen your portrait and expressed interest in making you an offer.”
If Lady Catherine nearly dropped a stitch at this
announcement, no one could have detected it, so determined was her sangfroid.
“I know not how he can have formed such a notion without ever having met me.”
“He has purchased an estate in Kent, Rosings Park, of great
potential. The land is good, but the house is in need of improvement, and a
handsome dowry would go far towards its refurbishment.”
“Ah,” Catherine replied, still
without looking up. “That is his only property, I presume?”
“Yes.”
“Then not a baronet.”
“He was knighted for diplomatic
services performed for the crown while in Spain.”
She finally returned her eyes to her mother’s imperious
face. “So you intend for me to wed a knight of poor estate? I suppose you
really have lost all hope of anything better if this is to be my fate.”
“You have had ample opportunity to do better yourself, yet
you have squandered it. Now, while Anne is still with us, she will tutor you in
the performance of at least one, preferably two pieces with competence on the
harpsichord that you might entertain Sir Lewis in the evenings. You recite
well, so prepare some flowery pieces for his amusement. You are to put your
best foot forward, my girl! I will not have you ruin yet another good prospect
with your haughty ways. If Sir Lewis wishes to talk with you, you will smile
and flirt with him. If he requests your company in the garden, you are to walk
with him, and if his hands should wander to your person, well, it is only to be
expected that he would want to inspect what he is buying before finalizing the
purchase.”
“Mother!” Her composure finally
rattled, Lady Catherine’s cheeks flushed at this suggestion.
Lady Cat smirked, pleased to have finally unnerved her
daughter. “It is well past time you recognized the world for what is it,
Catherine. Do you think you might remain aloof and distant in the marriage bed?
The sooner you resign yourself to overcoming this intolerable prudery, the
better for us all.”
“I cannot believe you have not pride enough to be repulsed
by such notions,” Lady Catherine exclaimed. “Am I not an earl’s daughter? Ought
the descendent of noble blood on both sides allow herself to be subjected to
the disrespectful advances of a common man?”
“You think entirely too much of yourself, my girl, and Sir
Lewis is not so common as you suggest. The family is of Norman descent and can
trace their ancestry farther back than we can. His cousin, the Earl of
Clanricarde, is extremely influential.”
Catherine sneered. “An Irish
peer?”
“One with whom an alliance would well benefit your father!”
Lady Cat threw up her hands in frustration and began pacing once more. “I do
not know how else to get through to you other than promise you, Catherine, that
you are not too old or proud to suffer a thorough beating should my will be
thwarted in this. Do not test me! The alliance is a desirable one, and when you
think on it further, you will see the advantages in marrying a man whose estate
is his to dispose of as he will. You are not getting any younger. Do not spoil
your chances of being properly settled in life. Now, I suggest you retire to
your room to consider the matter properly.”
“Yes, Mother,” replied Lady Catherine coldly, summoning all
her poise to raise gracefully and calmly exit the room. She maintained her
reserved pace and demeanor as she passed through the halls, nodding in
acknowledgement to the servants who curtseyed and bowed to her along the way,
until she reached the sanctuary of her own rooms, where she promptly burst into
tears.
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Over the next several weeks, Lady Catherine was forced to
practice the harpsichord for several hours daily, eat a special diet of cold
meats, bathe in pigeon-water, and squeeze into a new and excruciating corset.
She bore it all without complaint, though her brain was in a constant state of
rebellion. She was certain she would loathe Sir Lewis, though she was
determined, nonetheless, to charm him. She would not tolerate again being
accused of shirking her daughterly duties, nor was she willing to bear any more
of her mother’s increasingly tyrannical methods of marrying her off. If Sir
Lewis proved at all tolerable, or even better, pliant, she would have him. To
finally be her own mistress had become the all-consuming goal.
There was another matter that checked her mutinous impulses.
If in nothing else, Lady Cat was correct on one point: Lady Catherine hated
having her sister so well-established while she, the eldest, remained on the
shelf. It was a terrible blow to her notable pride to yield to Anne in
precedence. Sir Lewis might not be noble, but his rank was high enough to
ensure that proper order was restored. A title was worth something, no matter
how lowly. The world would always value a Sir above a mere Mister, no matter
how great an estate he owned.
When Sir Lewis finally made his eagerly awaited appearance
at the earl’s table, Lady Catherine found him more to her liking than she had
imagined. Certainly, he was shorter than she, and his frame was small enough
that she felt much like an Amazon beside him, but he had a good figure, carried
himself with grace and dignity, and showed every symptom of infatuation with
the young lady of the house. Many a more stalwart woman had capitulated to such
sincere flattery as that with which the young knight daily plied her. She was,
furthermore, much relieved to find that he had not the disrespectful and
ambling hands her mother had ordered her to indulge. She was, therefore,
perfectly at ease entertaining him in the garden on several occasions, knowing
she was not in danger of molestation. Her mother’s words, on the other hand,
were almost as invasive.
“He sets you up like a Juno to worship on a throne,” Lady
Cat gloated one evening, perhaps under the influence of too much of the earl’s
best wine. “You appear an amusing enough couple, with him being so slight
beside you, but I have heard of gentlemen who quite thrive on the notion of conquering
large, indomitable women like yourself. Once you are married, you might find he
has unusual tastes in bed.”
“Mother!” admonished her scandalized daughter. “He has not
yet declared his feelings for me in any way. Such talk is entirely premature,
as well as offensive. Sir Lewis has been a thorough gentleman in all our
interactions.”
“Oh yes, I can see that he has been, or your embarrassment
by such talk would have eased by now. You young people are so puritanical in
your notions. What a very dull world we shall have when you are in charge! With
any luck, I will have seen you all married, greeted my grandchildren, and moved
on before that sad day.”
The anticipated proposal took place the day before Sir
Lewis’s departure. Having followed form by soliciting the earl’s permission, he
proposed in the arbor, where the two often strolled. He was accepted
graciously, and if the bride were not in raptures, her satisfied smile provided
sufficient gratification to the young knight’s sensibilities. As his carriage
lumbered away the following morning, the combined promise of an elevated marriage
and bountiful dowry saw him both complacent and sanguine about his prospects.
As for the future bride, she refused to allow herself any
reservations regarding the change coming upon her in a few months’ time. The
prospect of being mistress of her own home, the renovation of which Sir Lewis
had promised to allow her the direction, was diverting enough to keep her mind
from any sense of discontent. Further, the attention her engagement garnered
from her friends was pleasing. Lady Anne sent an enthusiastic letter, complete
with visions of their children playing together in the years to come. What
having said children might entail was banished from Lady Catherine’s mind; she
would contend with such unpleasantness when the need arose.
In the meantime, Lady Cat had mercifully left off tormenting
her daughter, as her mind was more happily engaged in buying clothes and
planning the wedding breakfast. Catherine let her mother have her own way in
all such matters, so happily did they keep her occupied. It was left to her only
to complacently accept congratulations, receive presents, and count the days
until she was her own mistress and could forge herself a place in the world.
She would be a wife but Lady Catherine still, and the permanence of that title
and identity swathed her in an immutable sense of security, one she could carry
with her into the future, always and forever.
