Entering the living area, Fanny observed her husband briefly. Then she said, “Good Morning,” to her husband. At that moment, the kettle lid began to rattle, so she moved to the kitchen and poured them both some tea. She carried them to the table as her husband brought over the plates he had made for them. The meal passed quietly, and after depositing the dishes in the sink, Jacob helped her wife with her wrap, and they departed.

Jacob turned them in the direction of St. George’s Church in Hanover Square. He was concerned about this being their parish church, as it was attended by many of the aristocracy living in the area. She desired a life that he could not provide for her, so he would have to keep a close eye on her behavior as they mixed with the other attendees. Fortunately, as they approached the church, they encountered other shop owners from the neighborhood. Jacob introduced Fanny to several of those who owned shops near theirs. As they stood talking to the other shop owners, several aristocratic families arrived and entered the church. No one so much as looked in their direction. This shocked Fanny, as she had always drawn the eyes of men around her. In the midst of this recognition, the words of her husband and father ran through her brain. Again, it made her wonder if she needed to or could change her behavior as they said.

Upon taking their seats in the back of the church, Fanny glanced around her at the grandeur of the church. It was quite impressive and finer than any place she had ever seen before. As the service continued, she was drawn from her thoughts as the rector stepped up to the lecturn and began to speak the words of his sermon. What caught her attention was the scripture he quoted.

“Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies. The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.” (Proverbs 31:10-12)

The rector continued to speak regarding the qualities of a virtuous woman, and Fanny listened intently. So much of what she was hearing in the sermon was exactly like the words of her father and husband. The new bride sat deep in thought throughout the remainder of the church service, and as the couple returned to their home.

They returned home and reheated the stew left the day before by the maid. As they started eating, Jacob observed his wife before quietly asking, “Is there something wrong?”

Fanny looked down before fixing her gaze on her husband with a quiet answer. “I have just been thinking about the sermon.”

“What are your thoughts on the sermon?”

His wife thought for some time before answering the question. “The words of the sermon are very similar to those of you and my father when you spoke of what a good woman should be. I have never heard that scripture before. It makes me question what my mother taught me.”

“I believe that if you follow that scripture and continue to think on the words of your father, you will find your life will be much happier, even without your dreams of wealth.”

“These thoughts are already hard for me to avoid.”

They finished their meal in relative silence. After working together to clean up lunch, they headed down the stairs to the shop below. He showed his wife where everything was, how to accept engraving orders, and how to write up a sales ticket. Lastly, Jacob showed her how to write up a sales ticket, where they kept the cash, and the book where credit accounts are recorded.

After a few hours in the shop, they returned to their apartment. After Fanny made tea, the couple sat and talked together quietly. They asked each other questions about their likes and dislikes, trying to learn more about their new spouse. They retired together at ten o’clock with more harmony between them.

“I have always considered myself a moral man and a faithful follower of the tenets of the church. As such, I must say that your past behavior honestly appalls me. It is not something that I will tolerate in the future. As the wife of a respectable tradesman, you must behave in an exemplary way, or you risk the reputation of our family, my business, and our income—which can provide you with a life as comfortable as that you had in your family home.” Fanny sat quietly as she listened to what her new husband said. Her face was flushed with anger and embarrassment as he insulted her past behavior. Then he continued. “I expect you to behave with decorum at all times. You will be polite and respectful to all customers, no matter their status. If I so much as see anything remotely resembling flirtation with another male, you will be punished. Do you understand me?”

Fanny’s expression was stiff, and her cheeks still flushed with anger and a bit of embarrassment. Her voice was gruff and somewhat angry when she replied, “I understand.”

“I am relieved to hear it, no matter how grudgingly your agreement was offered.” Fanny flushed at how easily Jacob had read her expression. “Now that the most important issues have been discussed. I want to lay out the rest of my expectations for a wife. I expect that our home will be peaceful. There will be no yelling, only respectful discussions. We will learn to compromise, and I will only demand certain things from you when they are in the best interests of our family and our business. I expect you to work alongside me to grow our business. I expect you to plan meals and oversee the maid’s work. I understand that you were raised with a few servants. If I observe any of the prohibited behaviors, I will insist you do the maid’s work as well as assist me in the store—unless your behavior in the store is the cause of your punishment. I don’t want to have to punish you like a misbehaving child, but you are going to have to prove yourself to me before fully earning my trust. We shall be residing in the same bedroom, though there shall be no consummation of the wedding until we come to know one another better. It has always been my desire to share affection and connection with my wife, both physically and emotionally.”

The discussion of expectations on both sides continued for quite some time. As the hour approached ten in the evening, Jacob said, “It is time to retire for the night. Church services are at nine o’clock in the morning, and after lunch, we must visit the store. I need to walk you through the layout, show you where to find things, and teach you how to assist a customer. On Monday morning, I will allow you to observe me with several customers. Then I will permit you to assist one while I observe and provide you with whatever help you need. Is that agreeable?”

“May I not just meet you when you return from the church? I am not used to rising so early.”

“I am afraid not; I will expect you to attend church with me every Sunday. More than that, I hope you will listen carefully to the sermons and improve yourself in areas you know need adjustment.” Fanny just sighed and nodded her agreement.

With that, the couple retired to their room. Jacob allowed Fanny to use dressing room first. When he returned from preparing for the night, he found his wife in bed with the covers pulled up under her chin, her hands clutching them firmly in place. Jacob walked to Fanny’s side of the bed and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Good night, Mrs. Johnson. Sleep well.” He moved around the bed and got in on his side. He turned his back to Fanny and, though he was very aware of her presence, quickly fell asleep. For Fanny, it was entirely different. For all that she had managed to seduce a few men in her life and knew about wifely duties, she was not used to being ignored. Her husband had been kind to her—mostly. However, if she were honest, she knew that the conditions he imposed on her were a result of her own actions. The words her father said ran through her mind, as well as those of her husband. Perhaps what Papa said was correct. Perhaps I need to change my ways and work hard to help my husband succeed so that, eventually, we might live a life more like the one I have always desired. With all of the words of her husband and father running through her thoughts. The last thought she had was to wonder if she could make the necessary changes and learn to be happy with less. Fanny eventually drifted off to sleep.

THE FOURTH OF JULY

After Christmas, the 4th of July is my favorite holiday! I spent the bicentennial on the National Mall. It was an exciting day. There were probably a million people present. The Washington Post had a full-page, Liberty Bell-shaped crossword puzzle that day. The air rang with people calling out, ‘What is 25 across?’ or ‘What is 67 down?’ Then someone else would call out an answer. I even got interviewed by one of the local news outlets, while standing in line for the bathrooms set up for the event. It was a magical day and one I will always remember!

I think my experiences growing up in the Washington, D. C. area form the basis for the two things I always do on the 4th of July. The first is I always watch the musical movie, 1776. It relates the events of the few weeks leading up to the creation and signing of the Declaration of Independence. I love the witty, intelligent lyrics. Some of the songs will make you laugh out loud, and others can move you to tears. The other thing I do is watch A Capitol 4th on PBS. It always has some great celebrity entertainers and the National Symphony Orchestra. My favorite part is the fireworks as a backdrop to all of the national monuments. The National Symphony Orchestra accompanies the fireworks, and my favorite number is The 1812 Overture, complete with cannon. It is truly spectacular!!

Please, share how you celebrate.

I hope all of you have a strong appreciation for the amazing freedoms we enjoy in this country and that you had a great 4th of July!!

WORK IN PROGRESS UPDATE

I have the first book of a new trilogy ready to go to an editor (if I find one I can afford) or some extremely well-qualified betas (one for grammar, etc., and one for content/inconsistencies/redundencies. I hope to have it in the right hands as soon as possible and perhaps published by September. The other two volumes are both for that half written. When I have a team in place, I will hopefully have the other two volumes out shortly thereafter.

WHAT I AM READING

I am currently finishing Shana Granderson’s Long Lost Letters. My next read will be More Gentlemanlike by Melissa Anne. I actually have so many books on my To Read List that it would take two lifetimes to finish them all, but I am constantly plugging away.

What are you currently enjoying?

Happy reading until we meet again!!

Linda

On June 2nd, I had major oral surgery lasting about four hours and only three teeth in my mouth were not impacted and surrounded by stitches. I’ve been on a liquid diet since that day and will remain so until the stitched are removed on July 7th. The experience has been painful, and the diet is getting on my nerves, but things get better with each passing day. Hopefully this will resolve my periodontal issues and no further surgery will be required in the future.

What I’ve Been Up To During My Month of Recovery

The first week, I did not wish to do much of anything and the strong pain meds I was taking made me a bit loopy. I’ve listened to at least 10 audiobooks in the last two weeks and just started reading Shana Granderson’s newest book, Long Lost Letters. The biggest thing I’ve been doing is running the chapters of my newest book through editing software to find and correct my errors. I find it difficult to edit my own work as I have read it so many times my eyes she what I want it to say and tend to miss small corrections. Once it is through the software, I will listen to the computer read it to me which also catches even more little errors. I do not know how long this will take, but I will try to get it out before fall.

What Do I Do With a Plot Bunny

I had a new plot bunny pop into my head one night before I went to bed. I have also had them come to me in my dreams. As a consequence, I keep a flashlight, note pad, and pen in my nightstand. I will write down whatever comes into my head. Sometimes the idea is a brief concept; sometime it is several scenes, or even a total plot with scenes throughout the book. I have about two different plot ideas waiting to be developed.

Until next time,

Happy Reading!

“Are you ready?” His tone was neutral as he asked the question.

“Would it make any difference if I said I was not?”

“Not really. I’ve told you all you need to know to make this a marriage a success. It is up to you to put in the work required to bring that about. Happiness is a choice, and we must each determine if we will be happy and content in life or make ourselves and everyone around us miserable. The choice is in your hands, Fanny.”

“I am unprepared for the life before me.”

“You are unprepared for any type of life, because you spent your time scheming to entrap others without making yourself into a partner anyone would wish to have. You were very determined to get what you wanted, no matter what others felt about the situation. Now you have someone willing to meet you halfway. You just need to decide if you are also willing to work towards a common goal and the possibility of future happiness. You also have the choice to remain miserable, but do not expect your spouse to have any appreciation for you or desire to work with you if you choose that path. You will become persona non grata in your own home. You saw that your siblings disapproved of your behavior. Do you want that going forward? That attitude can extend to your children. Do you wish to be worthy of their respect or the recipient of their disdain for your selfishness?”

Fanny looked increasingly confused the further her father explained things to her. “Remember this, Fanny, you must earn the respect you desire; it is not given to those who have not earned it. Respecting others will help them to respect you. However, if you cannot treat others the way you would wish them to treat you, you shall not have a pleasant life.” He pulled his pocket watch to check the time, then turned to his daughter and offered his arm. Once her arm was in place, he led her into the church, pausing briefly in the narthex before beginning the trip down the aisle to the waiting groom.

Fanny kept her eyes on the man waiting at the altar. He was a pleasant-looking man, though from a distance she could not determine much about his individual features. Fanny, being somewhat tall for a woman, realized that he was only a couple of inches taller than she. His nose was aquiline and a bit large; his eyes were deep-set, with a strong brow above. The face was a pleasant oval, with a strong jaw and a cleft chin. Mr. Johnson’s hair was dark with a slight wave to it. His mouth was wide, with lips on the thin side. The most remarkable feature she noted was the gray color of his eyes. At present, they were a calm, clear grey, but Fanny wondered if they would change with his mood, giving her an inkling of his emotions. As he watched her approach, his smile was wide and pleased. His eyes darkened slightly as his father placed her hand in that of her future husband.

As Jacob Johnson watched his bride approach, he was quite pleased with what he saw. Miss Gardiner was a beautiful woman, though some of the things he heard about her had given him pause. When Mr. Gardiner agreed to increase her dowry to ensure the marriage took place, Johnson set aside his concerns and signed the marriage articles. Jacob was an honorable and upright man. He attended church weekly and tried to always abide by the golden rule. As a consequence, he would have to keep his new bride in line if she showed any of her past bad behavior. As she drew closer, he noticed that her posture was a bit stiff and that her expression seemed to change frequently. He saw confusion, concern, fear, and what appeared to be acceptance. Perhaps he could woo her during the first weeks of their marriage, and they could develop a good relationship.

When the wedding ended, Mr. Johnson offered his arm to the new bride to escort her from the church, Mr. Gardiner following the couple. “I will be leaving now, Fanny, I must return to Meryton before dark.” Offering his hand to his new son, he said, “Welcome to the family. Perhaps you will come to Meryton for Christmas if your business will allow you the time away.”

“I am uncertain, at this time, if we will be able to come, but I appreciate the offer and am presently very happy with my new bride and pray that we will grow closer in the coming months.”

“Goodbye, Father, thank you for caring for my future. Please give my best to Harriet and Frank. I shall write to inform you how things are progressing.”

“I hope you remember all that we discussed and look forward to hearing from you.” Mr. Gardiner kissed his daughter on the forehead, again, shook his new son’s hand, and stepped into his carriage. Mr. Johnson hailed a hackney. After assisting his wife to enter, he stepped in behind her and shut the door. He sat across from her and explained that he had ordered a pleasant meal for them from a nearby inn to enjoy on their wedding night. My maid will take care of setting the table and accepting the delivery from the inn. She would see to their needs before departing for her home.

The store before which they stopped had a neat and prosperous appearance. The sign above the door said “Johnson’s,” and the shop windows were painted with the words “Stationery, Printing, and Engraving” in black letters outlined in gold. The window displayed several styles of paper, quills, and ink, along with samples of the printing and engraving work he offered. His shop was on the corner of the block, so they walked around to the back and entered there. Fanny looked around the workroom they entered and noted that it was clean and organized. Jacob led her to the stairs, and, holding her hand, they mounted to their apartment.

Again, Fanny was impressed. The room was tastefully decorated in warm, pleasing colors. The furniture appeared comfortable and showed little wear. They entered a room that served as the parlor and dining room. In the dining space, a table was set for two with ivory linens, china, silver, and glassware. Mr. Johnson pulled out the chair for his wife and pushed it in after she took her seat. Taking the seat across from her, he nodded to the maid standing near the kitchen door, and she brought forward the platters containing the meal that had been prearranged. After placing the items on the table, the maid gave a quick curtsey before saying her goodbyes and departing. “I shall return after noon on the morrow, sir, as requested.

After hearing the door click closed behind the departing servant, silence filled the room. Mr. Johnson studied his bride. When she remained quiet, he said, “Allow me to bless the food, and we shall begin our meal.” They both bowed their heads as he spoke the blessing. After her husband took the first bite of his meal, she picked up her fork and began to eat.

Silence reigned briefly when Fanny, her eyes downcast and her voice uncertain, said, “Tell me about yourself and your family, Mr. Johnson. Unfortunately, I know little about you other than what my father thought was necessary for me to know before we wed.”

“Perhaps your father wished to allow you to learn about your future husband for yourself with no interference from another’s impressions.”

With a dark chuckle, Fanny replied, “No, my father felt that there were more important things to be discussed with me than the man I was to marry.” Mr. Johnson could not help but notice the look of derision in her eyes as she answered.

“I am the youngest of four sons. The usual options for younger sons did not appeal to me. I like challenges and determined that growing a business of my own and creating my own success was, though unconventional, an option that greatly appealed to me.”

“That is what my brother, Edward, chose as well. He is working for a gentleman who owns an import/export business. The gentleman has no sons or near relatives who wish to take over the business, so he has agreed to sell it to my uncle when he retires. I also have an older sister, Harriett. She married my father’s law clerk not long ago, and he will inherit my father’s practice.”

“I, too, have one younger sister. Her name is Amelia, and she is about your age. Their conversation continued for some time as the meal was consumed. Just as they began to enjoy their dessert, he asked a question he debated discussing and one that Fanny hoped would not be raised.”

“I am aware of the two attempts you made to compromise wealthy gentlemen. Could you please explain to me why you would do such a thing?” Jacob studied Fanny’s face as he asked his question. What he saw gave him some concern. Anger and frustration flashed in her eyes, but were quickly replaced by nervousness and a touch of fear.

It took Fanny some time to determine her answer. Her new husband sat patiently, waiting, his eyes never leaving his fate. Finally, she spoke. “There were not many gentlemen of means in our small town. There was one I had admired from the time I first met him. He owned the second-largest estate in the area. At the first assembly I attended, I discovered he was not there. Gossip reported that he had traveled to London to visit a friend and attend some of the season’s events. I was disappointed not to have the chance to attract her attention. I was foolish to attempt that compromise, as he had recently become engaged. I just wanted a chance to determine if he would find me appealing. It was a disappointing disaster. It turned all the members of my family against me.”

He continued to study her, finally nodding in acknowledgment of her words. “You were quite young, I guess it is understandable that you would wish to make a conquest, but you are correct that your attempt was poorly considered. What about the second compromise attempt?”

“My mother raised me to believe that I deserved and could have the best of anything I wanted. I came across an article about the other gentleman in the newspaper. He was a wealthy widower with two young children. He could give me the life I desired, and his children would also gain a mother.”

“Why did you persist after the first failed attempt?”

Fanny was frustrated. No matter how she answered the question, it would make her look dreadful. “I guess that I did not like my failure to attract the kind of man I desired and that my mother told me I deserved.”

Jacob continued to observe her as she spoke. He was not sure what he thought of her remarks, and decided he needed to express his opinions about her behavior and thought processes. “I will allow that youthfulness and misinformation may have been the cause of your actions, but I need to make my expectations clear.”

“Mother, are you planning a trip that you have not mentioned?” He quirked his brow at her as he waited for her answer.

“No, my son, but the two of you are newlyweds. You need time alone, and the servants need to trust you and follow your orders, my dear daughter. I am moving to the dower house. I am only a short distance away should you have need of me, and you may drop in to visit whenever you wish. However, this is your time. I want you to have the privacy and time you need to blend your lives as you learn to live and work together.”

“That is very thoughtful of you, Mother Beth, but please do not be a stranger. We love you and enjoy your company. You, too, should feel free to visit anytime. Also, please send word should you ever need assistance. We shall worry about you and will come at a moment’s notice.” Mrs. Bennet embraced her new daughter-in-law tightly at her sweet words. Then she kissed Thomas’s cheek before departing the house to the waiting wagon, which would carry her to her new home.

Life for Thomas and Annabelle was delightful. Their compatibility brought new pleasures to each day. They discovered the joys of the marriage bed during their wedding trip, and Thomas hoped they would be blessed with a large family. Having been an only child, he wished to hear the voices and movements that indicated the presence of others in the house. They started each day by dining together. Then each went about their responsibilities, meeting again for dinner. Following supper, they would spend their evenings together. They would read aloud to each other and discuss what they read. They would discuss the estate and the news of the day. However, tonight, Annabelle had news to impart that she hoped would bring her husband joy.

Standing up from her chair, she moved to place herself in her husband’s lap. “What have I done to deserve such a delightful gift?” he asked, letting the book drop from his grasp as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“I have some news that I wish to share with ou and I did not wish to miss your expression upon hearing it.”

“What is this momentous news that you would be so anxious about my reaction to it?” He could not quite suppress the mirth in his voice as he hoped the news would be what he suspected and hoped for most.

“We will have a visitor arriving in about five months.”

“A visitor, you say? How long will this visitor be staying?

“At least eighteen years, I would hope.”

“Is this your unique way of informing me that you are with child?” Annabelle nodded her head, but only continued to stare into her husband’s eyes. Thomas maintained his serious look, for a few moments, before scooping her into his arms and rising to twirl her about in his joy.”

“I take it you are pleased?”

“Indeed, I am, but are you sure?”

“I felt the quickening early today.”

Thomas set his wife on her feet, wrapped her tightly in his arms, and kissed her thoroughly. “May this be the first of many.” His words sounded like a whispered prayer. They sent a note inviting Beth Bennet to join them for breakfast the next morning, but had a private celebration that evening.

When Mrs. Bennet arrived the next morning, Hill led her to the dining room where the couple was already seated.

“Good morning, mother.”

“Good morning, Thomas, Annabell.” As they returned their greeting, she studied the two faces before her. Something was different this morning, and it took her a moment to decide what that was. Seeing the large smiles they wore and the glow on Annabelle’s face, she thought she had discovered the difference. “Do you have some news for me this morning?” She moved to stand closer to her son as she spoke.

“We do, indeed, dear mother. You are the first to know that we shall become parents in five months.”

Beth was overjoyed and leaned to hug her son tightly about the neck. Then, moving to Annabelle, she took her hand to help her rise. Holding both her daughter’s hands in hers, Mrs. Bennet spread them wide as she took in the beautiful woman before her. “You are glowing, my dear. I assume that you are feeling well and have not been troubled by illness in the mornings?

“Not at all,” Annabelle replied as the older woman pulled her in for a tight hug.

“This is the best way to start a day that I can imagine. I could not be happier for the two of you and am delighted with the thought of becoming a grandmother.”

With that, the three sat down to enjoy a special breakfast prepared by the cook. They discussed what would need to take place in the intervening months to prepare for the arrival of the newest family member. After Thomas retired to his study at the conclusion of the meal, Mrs. Bennet stayed to inform Annabelle of what to expect over the upcoming months. She would have a similar talk with her son so that he would be prepared for the changes his wife would experience and the best ways to help her when pregnancy occasionally made his perfect wife seem like an unknown creature.

This new joy only enhanced the wonderful life of the Bennet family as they awaited the new arrival.

In this newsletter, I thought I would share with you a little of my background and where I got my love of reading.

The first books that truly drew my attention were the original Nancy Drew Books. I loved that she was a strong, determined, brave, and smart girl, who didn’t need to be rescued and outsmarted the villains. These books were passed down in my family from female cousin to cousin. Being the second-youngest girl cousin of my generation, I ended up keeping the collection because my younger sister didn’t want them. I purchased any books missing from the series until I had the complete set (all 56 books).

The oldest ones in my collection were printed among the first printing in 1930. There are also some from printings in 1932, 1936, 1941, and the ones that filled out my collection were from a 1970 printing. I know this from a note in book five from the father to the daughter who received it, two generations before me. After having read them all myself, some more than once. I shared them with my daughters, who loved the books as well, and one of these days, whoever has a daughter of her own will inherit the collection.

From Nancy Drew, I moved on to clean historical romances. I was shy when I was younger and tended to be quiet. My best friend went to a private Catholic school, so I didn’t often speak to those on my school bus. In the middle of 8th grade, I was bused from the junior high school closest to my home to one over 25 miles away, though the bus ride took about 35 minutes. That is when I discovered the Fawcett Regency Romance Books. They were primarily Regency Era romances with a few Georgian Era books and occasionally a Victorian or Edwardian Era book. I fell in love with the books and bought older ones at the bookstore that were published before I discovered them. In the back of one of the books I purchased, I discovered I could order The Fawcett Regency Romance books and get six new books per month. I would easily finish them all before the next box arrived. After a while, the collection title was changed to the Coventry Romance collection. I would read all the way to and from school, and during every free moment at school. In fact, my second attempt at writing a book was to write my own Regency novel. I still have all the pages I typed on my old Selectric, and maybe someday I will finish it.

At the end of 9th grade, when I was fourteen years old, I contracted a serious illness that caused me to miss the last two weeks of school. However, my GPA was high enough that they let me pass, even though I missed all my final exams. During those two weeks stuck in bed, my mom gave me a copy of Gone with the Wind. It was 1,056 pages long, and I finished it in about five days. In fact, my mom came down to get ready for work one morning and found me still reading and sobbing. I had reached the part where Melanie dies. When she discovered me. I sobbed, “How could you give me such a sad book?” However, I loved every minute of it and reread it multiple times over the next several months, with only short breaks in between readings. In fact, it was about this time that mention was made of making a TV movie sequel to Gone With the Wind. In the innocence (or stupidity) of youth, I wrote to the producer, Darryl Zanuck, offering to let him have my first attempt at a book. It was a sequel to Gone With the Wind. I received a letter back from Mr. Zanuck saying they already had a book/script and wishing me well with my writing. Yes, I still have the letter. Perhaps, I should frame it for my office.

It was the same summer referenced above that I discovered Jane Austen. It was recommended by my English teacher, Miss Wood, with whom I often discussed books. I could not put down Pride and Prejudice, which I quickly followed with Sense and Sensibility. I eventually read all of Miss Austen’s works, though I still need to get to Persuasion.

I am grateful for the age of fan fiction and self-publishing, which has allowed me to turn my love of reading and writing into a career. I am also grateful to all of you who follow me here on Substack!

UPDATE ON MY WORK IN PROGRESS

A Beta reader finished the first volume of my current work-in-progress. I will be working on my last round of edits before sending it to my editor for a final review. I hope to have a cover reveal for you in the next couple of months.

WHAT I AM READING

I am currently reading Laraba Kendig’s latest book, A Season for Elizabeth. As with all of her books, I am enjoying it very much. There are so many JAFF authors that I love to read. However, my most recent reads are by some of my favorites. The last three that I read were Hurst Takes Charge by Shana Granderson, A Most Unsuitable Arrangement by Melissa Anne, and Hurst’s Return by Jann Rowland. I have enjoyed each book from the three authors referenced above and have read many of them more than once, because of the delightful stories and excellent writing.

Until next time, Happy Reading!

Linda C. Thompson

The carriage ride from Scarborough to London would take six days. Mr. Gardiner feared they would be the longest days of his life. The first two days passed in complete silence. Mr. Gardiner had no wish to speak to Fanny. He was disgusted by her behavior and struggling with feelings of guilt and culpability. He should have taken a stronger hand with both his wife and youngest daughter. He was glad that Philips could help Harriett look at things more logically. He would guide her with a gentle hand, and she would become a better person for it.

Fanny, however, was a hopeless case. Never had he met anyone so set in her ways and so incapable of seeing that her behavior was wrong. On the third day of their travels, his daughter began to mumble and grumble under her breath, but her father still continued to ignore her. After they stopped for lunch at an inn on the fourth day, Fanny finally addressed her father directly.

“How could you do this to me. You have ruined my life and taken away my best chance for a marriage with a wealthy man.”

“You had no chance with the gentleman, as he was still in love with his deceased wife. They had a love for the ages, and he was content to focus that love on the children created from their union. Marrying you would have brought nothing but misery to the entire family.”

“How can you speak so of your own daughter?” Outrage laced Fanny’s tone.

“I really do not see the need to discuss this further. When I brought you to live with the Scarths, it was to teach you humility and compassion as well as to break you of your selfish habits. Unfortunately, you learned nothing. You only learned to act in the desired way, not to make real changes in yourself and your attitudes.”

“There was nothing wrong with the way I behaved. I did exactly as Mother taught me to do.”

“That is, unfortunately, true. If I had not been so busy growing my business when you were young, I would have noticed the ridiculous things she was teaching you and put a stop to the incorrect thinking of both of you. Harriett did not turn out to have such disgraceful behavior. She and Frank fell in love. Love occurs between two people and has nothing to do with forcing someone to marry you. Do you really think Mr. Bingley would have provided a good settlement for you or treated you well if he were forced to marry you? It is up to parents to determine what is best for their children. Since you seem incapable of considering anything but your own selfish desires, I did what I had to do. I arranged a marriage for you with a decent man.”

“But he is nothing more than a tradesman.” Fanny pounded her hands on the table with a loud thud.

“So was Mr. Bingley.”

“Yes, but he was a wealthy tradesman who could have given me the life I deserve.”

“It appears that your hearing is deficient. Listen to me and listen well. A husband has the legal right to treat a wife any way he chooses. She is his property. If you want to be treated well, you will have to work with your new husband and treat him well in return.”

“How can I respect a poor stranger?” It was good that Mr. Gardiner had requested a private dining room, as Fanny was almost shouting now.

“Let me ask you a question. Suppose the butcher’s son decided he wanted to marry you for your five-thousand-pound dowry, and he compromised you to gain it? How would you feel if you were the one to be compromised? Especially if I forced you to marry as you wished me to do to Mr. Bingley?”

“No one would dare treat me in such a disreputable way, as I am a well-bred young lady.” Fanny tilted her nose up as she spoke.

“I feel sorry for you, Fanny, as you refuse to understand that your thinking is wrong. Now, I refuse to discuss this any further. The marriage settlement I signed for you is similar to the arrangements I made with Mr. Scarth. You will have to make real changes in order to earn your pin money and the right to visit shops, the theater, and any of the other diversions that London has to offer.”

“If you are rude to customers, you will lose a portion of your pin money. In fact, if you do not do your best when working in the shop, which is expected every day the shop is open, you will lose more of your pin money. Your actions will determine if you get any pin money at all, so you will have to do more than act. Since you will already be married, attempting to compromise a gentleman will do you absolutely no good. The only protection for you is that he cannot sell you at a hiring fair. It is the reason I insisted on a quick church ceremony.”

“That is the only protection you provided for me?”

“No, I tried to ensure that the man I chose had a good reputation, was not known to be violent, and did not drink or gamble. However, your behavior has fostered in me the desire to turn you over my knee and beat some sense into you. So bear in mind that if you fight against your husband and fail to do your duty to him as laid out in the marriage articles, he has the right to beat and/or starve you. This is your last chance to have a good life. You should spend the rest of our travels determining how you will act and whether your future will be happy or one long, miserable, and possibly lonely life.”

Fanny just stared at her father. He had left her no openings to achieve her desires. He had tied her up tight in the marriage settlement and the behavior that her husband would expect of her. Then she thought to herself, but I am lovely and have always been able to manipulate others into doing as I wish. That thought vanished almost as quickly as it came when she realized she had failed to bend her father, Thomas Bennet, and Mr. Bingley to her desires.”

As though he could read her mind, Mr. Gardiner said, “Since it was Mr. Blackstone who truly compromised you, we went to see him to determine if he was willing to marry you. He laughed and said, ‘I would never marry such a lightskirt. Her actions show she is unworthy of a gentleman like me.’

“He called me a lightskirt and unworthy of him!” Her father merely nodded at her. “How dare he say such things about me. It was his idea to bring me to the assembly and ensure that Mr. Bingley was brought to the room where he had left me.” Fanny began to mutter unladylike words under her breath as she cursed the man for his hurtful words. This time, Mr. Gardiner just shook his head, astonished at some of the words she used.

After luncheon, the journey resumed. Fanny stayed quiet for the remainder of the journey to London. However, Mr. Gardiner could see that she was carefully considering the things he had told her. He prayed that this would bring her to her senses.

On the fifth day of travel, they stopped at an inn in Stevenage along the Great North Road. It would leave only a little more than three hours to travel the next day. The wedding was set for eleven o’clock in the morning, and they would meet Fanny’s soon-to-be-husband at his church, St. Mary-le-Bow in Cheapside.

As they traversed the last thirty miles of the trip, Fanny quietly asked. “Please tell me about the man I shall soon marry?”

“What would you like to know?”

“Anything you can tell me. For instance, what is his name and how old is he? Is he handsome? Where does he live?”

“The gentleman’s name is Jacob Johnson. He is seven and twenty. He currently lives above his shop, but hopes to purchase a small home soon. His shop is on Bond Street.” That was London’s most exclusive shopping district, thought Fanny with excitement.

“Does he have any servants?”

“I understand he has a maid of all work, but she returns to her parents’ home each night.”

“At least I shall not be expected to do the cleaning? said Fanny with a sigh.

“Do not assume anything at this point. He may need to let her go since the addition to his household or a wife will increase his other expenses.” This returned the worried expression to Fanny’s face. “We shall be stopping at an inn on the edge of London to allow you to change into the dress you wish to be married in. Have you decided which one you wish to wear?”

As the carriage stopped before the door, Mr. Gardiner released a ragged sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. Exhaustion lined his face as memories of countless disappointments flickered in his eyes. He had clung to the hope that Fanny would choose to change, but the weight of his wife’s influence seemed insurmountable. Squaring his shoulders, jaw set, he stepped down. The front door swung open, and Mr. Scarth met him in the hallway. Mr. Scarth caught his eye, offering a deep, weary frown and a silent shake of his head—a gesture heavy with regret.

“I’m so sorry, Scarth. I really hoped that she was capable of change. I didn’t mean to just shift my burdens onto your shoulders.”

“She is a better actress than I would have expected. She was smart enough to figure out that she would not get her way if she did not conform. From a few months after her arrival, she straightened up and followed all the rules. Her first time to go into the village and have some time on her own, she reverted to her old ways. Fortunately, Mr. Bingley was quite understanding about the matter. I explained her situation and the reasons she was here. I told him we would return the restrictions on her behavior and that she would not be allowed to go anywhere alone for the remainder of her time with us.”

Gardiner shook his head. “She’s only learned to deceive. She was bad enough before.”

“What do you plan to do with her? Will you follow through and force her to find employment and support herself?”

I would not trust her to work for anyone. She might feel entitled to take whatever she wants, which would put her life in true jeopardy. I have come up with a plan, but before making such an irreversible decision, why not marry her off to someone who can care for her as she has always known? She will be married, but not as she desires. You may wish to force her to marry Mr. Blackstone. During both of her attempts to compromise Mr. Bingley, the less successful carriage maker tried to cause trouble for him. I believe this is professional jealousy.

“How was he involved?”

Mr. Scarth explained both incidents. “I believe he drove her to the assembly. Fanny wouldn’t walk that far.” The men exchanged a forced chuckle.

“Then let us go to see him immediately.

The two men left the room. Hearing carriage wheels from her window, Fanny hurried over and saw the Scarth carriage pulling up, her father and cousin emerging from it. Outside, the men walked together to the Blackstone Mills, where they entered and asked to speak with Mr. Blackstone.

Once seated in the chair before his desk, Mr. Blackstone studied the men and eventually asked, “What can I do for you gentlemen?”

“I am Mr. Edwin Gardiner. You took my daughter to the assembly in your carriage, unchaperoned.” Blackstone avoided his gaze. Mr. Gardiner pressed on. “You compromised her. I demand you marry her and restore her reputation.”

Blackstone laughed. “I would never marry such a lightskirt. Her actions show she’s unworthy of a gentleman like me.”

“Be that as it may, you compromised my daughter, and I expect you to make things right by rescuing her reputation through marriage.”

“You may expect anything you like, but nothing you say will change my mind. I will not consider marrying her.”

Mr. Scarth spoke up. “You did everything you could to embarrass Mr. Bingley, who was guiltless in all of this, but you are not gentleman enough to take responsibility for your actions. I shall have to let my friends and business associates know to be wary of dealing with someone with no honor.

“Watch what you say, Scarth,” snarled Mr. Blackstone.

“I do not see why I should. You saw no reason to stay out of a matter that had nothing to do with you. You are at the center of this issue, and you are the one refusing to take responsibility for your actions.” Mr. Scarth held Blackstone’s gaze without flinching

“I can see that we are wasting our time here, Ralph. Let us depart. I shall take Fanny home, and you may deal with this scoundrel as you see fit.

As they rode back to the Scarth residence, Edwin Gardiner laid out his plans for his daughter. Ralph was surprised that his cousin stood firm about his decision regarding his daughter. He would marry her off, but she would be forced to work with her husband in his shop. It shall not be the life of leisure that she desires and believes she deserves.

When the carriage returned to the house, Fanny stood in the window, knocking on the glass to gain their attention. Her irritated expression drew a chuckle from both men. They knew that the feelings she showed now would be nothing to her reaction at learning of her father’s plans for her.

The gentlemen entered the house and went straight to the study. Mrs. Scarth was asked to bring Fanny to join them. When the younger woman entered, she saw the two gentlemen settled behind the desk with no chair for her to sit.

“Father, I am so glad to see you. Are you here to arrange my wedding contract? I so look forward to marrying Mr. Bingley. He is handsome and wealthy, and I shall finally have the life I deserve.”

“No, Fanny, that is not why I am here.” She looked at him in confusion, and before she could ask another question, her father spoke. “I am here to tell you that I have arranged your marriage to a tradesman in London. As his wife, he will expect you to work in the shop with him to help grow his business and make him more successful. The shop sells stationery, seals, wax, and the like, and you will begin working for him in one week’s time. You will live with him in the rooms above the shop. The best way you can help increase his business and, thereby, your income, will be to behave in a ladylike fashion, to speak quietly and respectfully to his customers, and to help sell customers additional items beyond what they came into the shop for.”

Throughout her Father’s recitation, Fanny stared at him, her hands clenched tightly in her lap and her breath catching in her throat. This had to be a nightmare. The idea of such a beautiful woman working for a living felt absurd, almost cruel. Finally, her voice broke through the hush. “Father, this must be a joke. I am far too delicate to work. I deserve a well-to-do husband who will treat me like a princess.”

“No, you do not deserve any such thing. Your crass behavior and attempts at compromising a gentleman are beyond the pale. I do not know how you can bear to look at yourself in a mirror without being ashamed of your actions. No self-respecting gentleman, say one like Mr. Bingley, would accept a wanton like you for a wife. I know that you attempted to compromise Mr. Bingley not once, which is reprehensible enough, but you were so disgraceful as to try a second time. Even the man who aided you in the second attempt did not consider you enough of a lady to become his wife. He called you a ‘lightskirt’ and unworthy of a gentleman like him.’” However, his role in your attempts will not be forgotten, and he may find himself less successful than he already is. He competes against Mr. Bingley in the fabric milling industry, but his reputation suffers from the poor conditions under which his workers suffer.”

Fanny opened her mouth, but her father raised his hand. “There will be no discussion. I warned you about the consequences of a second compromise. I found you a position and decided it’s best to marry you off as well. That will protect the gentlemen of London from further attempts. Now, go to your room and pack. We leave at first light.”

“But —”

Mr. Gardier cut off her words with a wave of his hand and an imperious look. “Do not speak another word on the subject, as no amount of whining or complaining will change my mind. You will marry a tradesman and work with him in his shop. No, please remove yourself from my sight. Knowing what you have done, I can barely stand to look at you, and even less desire to be in your company. We have a long trip ahead of us, and you have much to think about. I have had the bans called in Meryton, and your betrothed, Mr. Stanfield, has had them called in his parish church. You will marry in the church shortly after our arrival in London. Now, please leave me.”

Fanny turned on her heel and marched from the room in high dudgeon, and a few minutes later, they heard her footsteps stomping up the stairs and the sound of a door slamming. Mr. Scarth had spoken not a word during the interview. As the sounds of Fanny’s departure receded, he offered his cousin a commiserating look and three fingers of a rather inferior brandy, which Mr. Gardiner downed in one gulp.

“Look on the bright side _________, she will be married, protected, and no longer a burden on you.”

“Perhaps so, but it brings me no peace,” Gardiner sighed, voice thick with regret. Remorse darkened his eyes as he gazed into the hearth. “I let her mother shape her, too often absent, choosing work over home. Now I see only my own failings reflected in her disappointment.”

“Your other children turned out well, so you must have done a great deal correctly. However, you cannot change the past, try to let it go and look to the future.” Gardiner nodded his head and held out his glass for more brandy.

From your comments, I realize most of you do not wish to see Fanny Gardiner marry the elder Mr. Bingley. I think I may have come up with another way to bring the story around to where I planned for it to go if the marriage had taken place. Consequently, I am giving you a choice. The poll will be open for three days, as I am traveling all day tomorrow.

I am also adding a second choice for you regarding the story's direction.

What would you like to see happen to Mr. Blackwood for his unkindness to Mr. Bingley and his assistance to Fanny in her compromise attempt? I will look forward to seeing your responses.

She hoped that today would bring her redemption. An express from her father arrived, and the time waiting for Mr. Scarth’s return from work to open it seemed interminable. Fanny prayed that her father would not carry out the threat he had made before departing, but she was somewhat doubtful about what her future would hold.

Finally, the man arrived home. As soon as he stepped through the door, Fanny hurried to tell him about her father’s express message before he had removed his outerwear, anxious to receive news about her fate.

“I shall review it after we have dined.” Fanny frowned, and a frustrated huff came from her, but she dared not push the issue.

To Fanny, the meal progressed with agonizing slowness. She did not participate in the conversation, for she knew she held on to her temper by the barest thread. When the unending meal was complete, she glanced at Mr. Scarth with barely concealed impatience.

“If you will excuse me for a moment, my dear family, I have a few things I must attend to in my study.”

“Of course, Ralph,” replied his wife. “I hope you will be able to join us soon. You know I miss you when you are away all day.” Mr. Scarth leaned down and kissed his wife gently on her forehead.

“I miss you and the children as well, my dear.” With that, he departed the dining room. Fanny listened until she heard the door to the study close.

“Get busy with the dishes, Fanny,” said Henrietta Scarth. As the others moved to the parlor.

Fanny rushed through the dishes, determined to finish quickly but thoroughly. She entered the parlor before Mr. Scarth returned and sat down, shooting him a look of impatience as she waited. Instead of addressing her concerns, he began recounting the day’s events and his conversations with acquaintances, ignoring the tension in Fanny’s posture.

Finally, she burst out, “What did my father have to say in his express?”

Everyone looked at her, with derision evident in their expressions. Mr. Scarth took his time replying, his look at her steady and firm. He indicated that he would arrive two days after the express, and recommended I put you on bread and water again, as you have not learned the lesson you were sent here to learn.”

Fanny’s eyes widened, her pulse pounding with fear at the threat, yet she bit her tongue. The hard-earned lesson from past outbursts burned anew—every word now felt too dangerous, sharp as a blade poised to wound her further.

The night before her father was due to arrive was the day of the assembly. “You will remain home this evening, and I expect all your chores to be done before our return.” Mrs. Scarth glared at Fanny, daring the younger woman to defy her.

As soon as the Scarths departed for the event, Fanny quietly rushed to her room and dressed in her best gown of sky blue that matched her eyes. She piled her golden hair upon her head, allowing a few ringlets to dangle enticingly along her left shoulder. Then she wrapped her darkest cloak around her and rushed to the parlor window to watch for her ride. It was not long before Mr. Blackwood’s carriage appeared. The coachman stepped down and opened the carriage door, as Fanny rushed from the house, making sure the door made no sound as she closed it. Oliver had retired when his family departed for the assembly, but he might still be awake and could cause her trouble if he caught her attempting to leave. She hurried into the carriage and moments later, it pulled away from the house into the dark night.

Blackwood’s coachman drove to the back of the assembly hall. He entered through a rear door and led Fanny to the staircase that led to the library, where she was to wait. In the darkness of the room, lit only by a fire in the grate, she undressed down to her petticoat and chemise before rewrapping herself in her cloak. Now came the hardest part of the evening for her. She would have to wait patiently until Mr. Bingley entered the room. The coachman took the key from the lock and hid in a dark recess in the hallway.

Meanwhile, in the ballroom, Blackwood tracked Bingley’s progression around the hall. While the man did not dance, he exchanged words with many of his neighbors, friends, and business associates. When Bingley stepped to the balcony for a breath of fresh air, Blackwood followed.

“Are you enjoying your evening, Bingley?”

The man turned and observed the newcomer with suspicion. “Why would you care, Blackwood? You have never liked me and go out of your way to insult me.”

Looking down, Blackwood took a deep breath and then raised his head to look at the other gentleman. “You are right. I have not been a good person where you were concerned. I was jealous that you won Claire’s love and of your success. I’ve been reflecting on my behavior and am not happy with what I have discovered about myself.”

Bingley still looked doubtful, but he nodded for the man to continue. “Perhaps we could take this to the library upstairs and discuss things over a drink. I will procure glasses of brandy for us and meet you above stairs in just a moment.”

“I do not think that is necessary. If you apologize, I will accept your words and offer my forgiveness. However, I will only trust you when your actions prove your words.”

“Please join me, there is more that I wish to say to you. Just allow me to fetch the drinks, and I will join you. I will not keep you overly long. However, here will be continually interrupted.”

Mr. Bingley accepted, while ignoring the voice in the back of his mind that urged caution. The two men returned inside and went their separate ways. Bingley climbed the stairs to the library room—a place where those who did not enjoy dancing or cards could take a break from the hustle and bustle of the assembly. Opening the door, he moved towards the fireplace and picked up a spill. He touched it to the fire and lit the lamp that sat on a table between the two chairs before the hearth.

While this was occurring, the coachman quietly locked the door and placed his ear against it. He heard Bingley settle into the chair before the fire. Leaving the key in the lock, he returned to his hiding place. A short time later, voices could be heard coming up the stairs. Mr. Blackwood’s voice was quite loud.

When she heard Mr. Blackwood’s voice, Fanny removed her cloak and stepped from her hiding place. She tiptoed across the room, then threw herself into Mr. Bingley’s lap. She locked her arms around his neck and planted a firm kiss on his lips.

As he struggled to break free from the kiss, Blackwood unlocked the door and entered along with several other men. At the sound of the voices, Bingley jumped up and dumped Fanny to the floor, giving everyone present a good view of her state of dishabille.

“If you were going to enjoy a tryst, why did you agree to have a drinkwith me?” asked a laughing Blackwood. Bingley glared at him. Fanny had regained her feet and again wrapped her arms around him, while he fought to remove her from himself.

The commotion from upstairs soon drew additional people to the room, including Mr. and Mrs. Scarth. Hearing Fanny’s voice, the couple pushed their way through the crowd. Upon confirming her presence, he rushed into the room. Seeing her state of undress, he looked around for something to cover her with. Noting her cloak in the corner, he picked it up and wrapped it around her as he pulled her from Mr. Bingley.

With each of them holding one of her arms, Mr. Scarth demanded, “How did you get here, Fanny?” She glared at him, defiance shining from her eyes.

“It’s obvious Bingley arranged to meet her here.” The sneering voice belonged to Blackwood.

“I should have listened to that little voice that said not to trust that you wished to make your apologies. A snake in the grass, as you can never be trusted. You would bite the hand that feeds you without a second thought.

Blackwood growled at the insult, but said only, “I guess we will hear wedding bells shortly, as this is the second time you have been caught in a compromise with this young woman.” Several laughs were heard from the crowd, but there was almost an equal amount of disagreement with the man’s statement.

“I’m truly sorry, Mr. Bingley, that my strumpet of a cousin has put you in this position again. As I mentioned, a compromise attempt is what got her sent to us in the first place. Mr. Gardiner will be arriving tomorrow. If her father denies his permission for the wedding, you will be absolved of any wrongdoing.”

Mr. Bingley looked at Mr. Scarth with gratitude evident. “I appreciate your words. Please let me know what her father decides.” So saying, the beleaguered gentleman pushed his way from the room and departed the assembly hall.

Mr. Scarth turned to Blackwood, his look filled with disdain. “Did you have something to do with my cousin being here? She had no means of transportation and wouldn’t consider walking so far, yet she somehow made her way to the assembly despite being expressly prohibited from attending. Not only did you make a scene in the street the other day when my cousin intentionally ran into Mr. Bingley. Your words were anything but appropriate. If I were you, Blackwood, I would watch yourself. Your actions may yet hoist you on your own petard.”

Blackwood growled again, as agreeing mutters ran through the crowd. Scarth pushed him aside as he and his wife made for the door. The gentleman dragged Fanny out of the building while his wife collected their children so they could depart.

“Why would you want to do that?”

“The man is a thorn in my side. I want him to suffer as I have. He lied to the woman I loved, married her, and she never heard my side. He let her die in childbirth and barred me from the funeral when I blamed him.” Blackwood saw the girl as sneaky but not clever, easy to use for his revenge. “It seems your relative won’t help you get what you want—a marriage to Bingley against everyone’s wishes.”

“No, I do not think he will. He is threatening to send me back to my father, and Father’s threat is far more frightening. I am beautiful. Any man should consider himself fortunate to be my husband.” Her pouty lips made her seem childish, but her words showed her intention: she wanted help to secure Bingley, whom she considered a worthy prize. “Mr. Scarth will not allow me in the man’s company in the future.”

“I have a plan that should allow you to gain what you wish.”

“What is it?”

Mr. Blackwood lowered his voice further and whispered his idea to her. He had barely finished explaining things when they heard noises from the interior office. “Don’t forget what I said. You must find a way to attend the assembly without anyone in your family knowing of it.” Fanny nodded, and the man slipped from the building, hurrying away.

Fanny returned the frowning pout to her face and refused to look at Mr. Scarth as he exited his office, locking the door behind him. He took Fanny by the elbow and guided her from his place of work and into the carriage that would take them home. Silence lasted the entire trip.

When they arrived at the Scarth residence, Ralph dragged Fanny from the carriage and into the house. As he entered, he called to his eldest to take care of the carriage quickly and join the family in the parlor. Scarth led Fanny to a settle and told her to sit still and not speak until directed to do so. Miss Gardiner folded her arms across her chest and huffed in frustration.

Ralph called for his wife and daughter, directing his younger son to go brush down the horse so John could join them. Oliver sighed, but did as he was directed. When the last of the Scarths entered the room, his father directed John to lock the door.

“Whatever is the matter, Ralph?”

“Papa, you look very upset. How can I help you?” This came from Martha.

“We have all been misled by this shrewish harlot we kindly took into our home,” the man yelled as he pointed to where Fanny sat.

The two women glared at her. “What has she done?” asked Henrietta.

“She has been playing us for fools. She only pretended to learn and change, but today, shortly after Mr. Bingley departed my office, she compromised him in the middle of the street. Her clear goal was to force a marriage by creating a scandal.” The glare of the others in the room hardened as they sneered at her in disgust.

“Is Mr. Bingley angry with us. Will this cause us to lose his business?” worried Mrs. Scarth.

“I do not think so. Fortunately, Fanny apologized, saying it was an accident. I told Mr. Bingley that I would repeat that and support whatever he decided.” He had already signed a large contract for the alum and did not mention it after the incident.”

“What do you plan to do now?” John and Martha looked on as their mother again spoke.

“I have already sent a letter to Gardiner by express. If he calls her home, she will travel alone by post. If the gossip gets too bad, making marriage necessary, I promised Mr. Bingley that Gardiner would help write a marriage settlement in his favor.”

“My father would not tie me to a man in any way that would cause harm to me,” cried Fanny.

Arching a brow, Ralph looked at her and said, “Have you forgotten what your father said would happen if you failed here?”

“Papa loves me and would never follow through with his threat.”

“We will see about that when he replies to my letter or arrives here. Until that time, you are to remain in the house at all times. You shall also be assigned additional chores, and your allowance will be withheld until this situation is resolved. Mr. Bingley is an excellent man. He adored his late wife and has no desire to remarry. He also has two young children, and your selfishness makes you the last person who should ever be around young children. Fanny, you may not do whatever you wish when your actions can hurt others. It makes you no different from a thief or a murderer.” The disdain with which he spoke was plain even to Fanny. “Now go to your room and do not be late arriving in the kitchens to help with breakfast in the morning. You will be scouring the pots and pans going forward, as it is an unpleasant task, and they will not break as the china does. If you seek retribution, remember, any damage you cause to the items in our home will be deducted from your allowance. So even if you regain our trust and earn back your funds, they will be somewhat depleted if not entirely gone. Now get out of my sight. I am disgusted by your behavior.”

Fanny rose to her feet and returned the glare of those around her before leaving the room with her head held high. I will get what I want, just you wait and see!

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Unknown to the Scarths, Fanny had overheard a conversation not intended for her ears. Her cousin would be meeting with Mr. Bingley, and Fanny had every intention of compromising the man when he departed from her cousin’s office. She dressed in one of her best dresses, loosening a seam or two so it would rip when she ran into him.

Mr. Scarth escorted Fanny to the milliner’s shop before going on to his meeting. Mr. Bingley arrived in a timely fashion, and the men sat down to discuss the amount of alum the Bingley mills would need. Before proceeding, Mr. Scarth offered his condolences on the loss of his wife.

“I appreciate your words. Even though my mourning is almost ending, I miss my beloved Claire every day.”

“I would feel the same if I lost my Henrietta. She has been particularly kind and patient of late as we have a distant cousin staying with us for a time. The girl was pampered and spoiled by her mother. Her head was full of fluff, and she thought only of herself when she first arrived. She seems to be improving, but at times, I am not sure if the change is real or only for show. When she came to us, her father hoped that we could improve her behavior, and he threatened her that without a drastic improvement, she would be unwelcome to return home, but would have to earn her way in the world.” Mr. Bingley’s eyes widened as the tale unfolded.

“From what I know of your family, I am sure you can influence the girl for good. The situation must have been difficult indeed if her father threatened her without her having to earn her own living. I cannot imagine anything my children could do that would cause me to disown them in such a way.”

After exchanging the necessary pleasantries, the men moved on to their business. Half an hour later, the matters concluded, Mr. Bingley stood to depart. Mr. Scarth saw him to the door, shaking hands before the younger man departed. Mr. Bingley had barely passed the office window before he saw a lovely young woman walking towards him. She was incredibly lovely, though it caused no real emotion in him.

Hearing a loud call from the street, Mr. Bingley paused and looked to see what was occurring. While waiting for the man’s exit, Fanny had ripped the seams at the shoulder of her dress and rehooked only the top frog on her cloak. Noticing her target’s distraction, she stepped forward with determination. With her head down, she plowed directly into Mr. Bingley, grabbing at his coat lapels to ensure she went down with him. As planned, she landed on top of him in front of all those on the sidewalk and busy streets.

“Oh, sir, I am so sorry, I stumbled upon an uneven board on the walkway. Mr. Bingley looked up into the lovely eyes above him, but it was not the loveliness that struck him, but the look of calculation and the fact that the smile did not reach her eyes.

Coldly, he says, “Please remove yourself from my person.

Fanny rubs against him as though she is trying to rise, but with little success. By this time, Mr. Scarth has stepped from his office when he sees the crowd gathering on the street in front of the shop. Being a large man, he was able to see to the heart of the matter, and when he recognized his cousin lying on Mr. Bingley, his anger knew no bounds. Pushing his way through the crowd, he grasps Fanny by the upper arm and lifts her from the ground, pulling her away from her victim.

A friend reaches out to assist Mr. Bingley to stand. He brushes himself off and looks at Mr. Scarth with an eyebrow raised. The man grimaces and gives him a slight nod.

“Well, miss, since you said it was an accident and that you tripped on the sidewalk, I can only be grateful that I could assist in breaking your fall. Now, if you will excuse me, I shall be on my way.”

Turning to her, the man, still holding her elbow in a grip that was beginning to cause pain, said, “But, Cousin Scarth, that man has compromised me in public. You must make him marry me.” Fanny did not attempt to lower her voice or speak in a demure tone. She wished all within earshot to know of what occurred.

“Fanny, you yourself said it was an accident. There was no compromise. You fell into the gentleman, knocking him to the ground. The whole thing was your fault. Unless you planned to compromise the man?”

Several in the crowd frowned at his words, but their looks of disgust were directed at the young lady.

Then a voice came from the crowd, calling out, “Don’t believe it. The man is a rake, I’m sure he compromised the lovely young woman for his own devious purposes.”

Bingley frowned, “Who dares to accuse me of such despicable behavior?” The speaker pushed his way through the crowd to stand near the three at the center of the event. This time, Bingley’s brows drew together in anger, “I should have known it would be a jackanapes like you, Blackwood.” Mr. Bingley frowned at his nearest competitor, both in business and for his deceased wife’s affections. The man’s intense jealousy had caused problems in the past.

“You think yourself so perfect, Bingley, and above us mere mortals.”

“I know that I am not perfect, but I also know that you are jealous of my success. I don’t think myself above anyone. I am just a man who works hard to provide a good product and take care of myself. I am barely out of mourning for my beloved wife and certainly have no desire for any other woman at present and doubt I shall ever seek a second wife.”

“But you must marry me,” shouted Fanny, “you compromised me1”

“Be quiet, Fanny. You have caused enough trouble for now!” She gave Mr. Scarth a scathing glare, but quieted. “Mr. Bingley, as this is between us, why do you not return to my office, and we can discuss the matter properly rather than in front of so many who are uninvolved in the situation.” One or two in the crowd called out that they had seen the young woman intentionally walk into him and that they would speak for him should it become necessary.

Robert Bingley gave a perfunctory nod and followed the man the few steps back to his office. Mr. Scarth held the door open for the other gentleman to enter, then locked the door behind them. Fanny, you shall remain in the waiting room, and if you move from this chair—the one placed furthest from his office door—there shall be consequences that you will not like. In fact, I shall send an express to your father before returning home this evening. I hope you are prepared for what he promised would happen if you return to Meryton unchanged.” Fanny’s face blanched as she remembered her father’s words.

As the two men entered his office, he again closed and locked the door after giving Fanny a disgusted glare. “I am so sorry, Mr. Bingley, that my cousin has targeted you to make her life one of ease.”

“What do you mean by ‘targeted’ me?”

“The reason she was sent to live with us is that she compromised an engaged man in her hometown. Her behavior made her siblings and future brother-in-law suspicious, so they kept an eye on her and the man she had brazenly flirted with, expecting that she might attempt such a thing. As I mentioned earlier, she was spoiled by her mother before her death and believes that she should have whatever she wants. When she first arrived, she stated plainly that she wanted a rich husband to take care of her and shower her with gifts. If her father can arrive in a timely fashion, we may be able to remove her from town on the excuse that she had to return home or that her father denied permission for the marriage.”

“When do you expect he might arrive?”

“If I send the letter today by express, he should receive it in 3 days; unfortunately, it would take him five days travel by carriage to arrive.”

“I am afraid that I do not have that much time. I am sure that Blackwood will paint me in the worst possible light, and I shall be forced to offer for her.”

“If that should happen, I am sure her father would agree that she should have a very restrictive marriage settlement. My cousin, Gardiner, is an excellent solicitor. He would happily help to prepare it for his daughter. He removed her from the situation at home so that her victim could move forward with his engagement and live a happy life with the woman he chose rather than forcing the issue. Since Fanny is at fault, I am sure he would take a similar view.”

“Then I would greatly appreciate you sending that express as soon as possible. Until he arrives or you hear from him, we shall pretend that the situation was an accident and both parties agree that is the case.”

“I shall support whatever you say and perhaps even let slip that she has attempted to compromise a man of wealth before. Perhaps that can persuade public favor in your direction, no matter what Mr. Blackwood might say.

With that, Mr. Bingley decided he must be satisfied. After thanking Mr. Scarth, he turned and left the office escorted by his host. Both men noticed Fanny returning to her chair. They had kept their voices low to prevent her from overhearing the conversation. Mr. Bingley barely glanced at Fanny as he exited the office without a word to the young woman staring at him.

Mr. Scarth looked at his cousin, repugnance clear on his face. “I have a letter to write, and then we shall return home. You will remain where you are, and you are not to speak again until we return home. Nod if you understand.” Though her face showed her displeasure and her look was mutinous, Fanny nodded. The man returned to his office, and twenty minutes later, the pair departed for their home.

Consequently, one morning, Fanny appeared in the breakfast room, dressed soberly, and said, “I apologize for my previous behavior and am willing to attempt to assist you with the chores. However, please bear in mind that I have no idea what to do, as I have never in my life done the work of a servant. That first morning, Fanny was informed she would need to make her bed daily. She watched her cousin and did her best to copy what she did. However, the coverlet was lumpy and crooked, and the bed looked rumpled. When Mrs. Scarth inspected her efforts, she could only shake her head. Pulling back the covers, she told Fanny to try again, explaining each step as Fanny followed the woman’s instructions. It took several days of trying until it met the mistress’s satisfaction.

The next task assigned to her was setting the table. Mrs. Scarth instructed that she use a tray to carry the items, as it would allow her to make fewer trips. This one came fairly easily to Fanny as she knew where things belonged. Fanny was less pleased about clearing the table and handling all of the dirty items. The family could not fail to note the look of disgust on her face as she removed the dishes at the end of the meal. Pleased that this went so well, Fanny was assigned to dust the parlor and dining room. She tried to do all that was required of her, but Mrs. Scarth always found something lacking in the execution. For instance, the first time she performed the task, she only dusted the surface and not the items on it. Then, the first time she dusted the items, the dust descended onto the surface below, which she already considered finished. Eventually, she learned the proper order and became successful with a second chore.

Once she mastered dusting, Fanny was then required to help by drying the dishes. However, after the first two she had slipped through her fingers, the mistress tried her at washing the dishes instead. Mrs. Scarth hoped she would not break any more since the distance to the wash basin was less than half that to the floor. Fanny found this easier than drying the dishes, but after only a week, her soft, white hands were red and rough. At the first opportunity to receive any allowance and visit the city, she would invest in some hand cream.

After more than three months in residence, she expected to receive some allowance. Mr. Scarth said she would have to wait an additional quarter, as she spent the first month of her visit refusing to assist the family and do her part of the work. Fanny looked down to hide the anger that flared in her eyes. In a meek voice that fooled no one present, she said she understood and asked to be excused.

As all of those in the family prepared to visit the town for a brief shopping trip, she was left alone at home. In Meryton, she had visited the village almost daily, shopping for ribbons and flirting with the local gentlemen. She looked around the house in desperation for something to occupy her mind and hands. In the kitchen, she found a stack of old newspapers. She looked through them and noted a few headlines, but only seriously read the information regarding gossip and society in the area.

In one edition, she found a notice about the funeral of a local woman that listed the family left behind. Though the article praised the woman for her kindness and good works in the community, it also mentioned her widowed husband, his business, and their children. Learning of a wealthy widower, one Mr. Bingley, in the area with small children, she looked for other articles related to him. After coming across one piece that mentioned the expansion of his mills to include the construction of an additional mill to house the new automated looms, she realized he must be very wealthy. Fanny hoped he would mourn for the standard time as she needed the opportunity to put herself in his way, and that would be at least another three months.

Fanny Gardiner continued doing her chores to the best of her ability and tried to project a cheerful countenance at all times, no matter how much she hated her life in Scarborough. Consequently, it was on the next quarter day that Fanny received her first allowance. She was permitted to go on the shopping expedition with the rest of her relations, though Mr. Scarth admonished Fanny remain with her aunt or cousin at all times.

While visiting the mercantile, Fanny was in the corner, looking at some lotions, while her cousin was looking at trims to update a dress. The bell over the door rang, and a tall, handsome man with redish-blonde hair entered. He spoke to the clerk and the counter and then departed. As soon as the door closed behind him, two women began to speak of him.

“Poor, Mr. Bingley, his heart still seems to be broken over the loss of his wife. I hope that by the end of his mourning period, he will rejoin society, for I would not mind putting my youngest daughter in his way. With young children, he shall certainly need a new wife. Surely, he would not wish them to be raised only by nannies and governesses.”

“I hope you are right. Those sweet children need more than the love of servants. They will need a mother’s love.”

Fanny listened intently to the words they spoke. She had seen the man who entered and found him very attractive. His clothing spoke of his being well-to-do. That must have been the Mr. Bingley I read about. He would indeed make me a worthy husband. He possesses wealth and status, though he is a tradesman. Will his wealth be enough to compensate me for the loss of not being considered a gentlewoman? I shall have to think on it.

Longbourn, (Date?)

It was a joyous day when Annabelle Bennet gave birth to their first child. It had been a shock to both when the midwife handed Mr. Bennet his heir, only to shoo him from the room when she realized that the cries emanating from his wife were not caused by the afterbirth but by the appearance of a second child. In short order, the second babe made its way into the world. The perfect little girl had a placid expression and the same pale blonde hair as her twin.

As soon as Mrs. Bennet was cleaned and returned to her bed, her husband returned to her side. The sight of his beautiful wife with their second child at her breast stunned Thomas. He could not imagine a more beautiful image and knew it would remain vivid in his mind forevermore. He hoped the baby was almost finished with her meal as he held a squalling son who also desired to be fed.

“Thomas, lay our son beside me and take our daughter. Put her on your shoulder and pat her back until she belches, and I will feed our son.” He did as instructed, then took his daughter from his wife. After the baby released the required sound, he lowered her in front of him to examine his daughter. The child was stunningly beautiful, her hair was fair with the slightest tint of her mother’s red. Presently, her eyes were a deep sapphire blue, but Mrs. Greenway and his mother both told him that the eye color would begin to change up to the baby’s sixth month, and may not reach its final shade until the baby’s first birthday. He counted ten little fingers and toes. The hands were slender and the nails perfectly shaped. Thomas had inspected his son as intently and realized there was a great similarity between the twins. They were not identical, but he saw that, at present, they both possessed their mother’s features, though his son had his more square jaw and a slightly larger nose. His son was both longer and heavier than his daughter, but they both seemed on the long side compared with the few other babies Thomas had met.

After his inspection, Thomas returned his gaze to his beloved wife. “What shall we name our children?

“I should like to name our son after you and my brother. Were it not for your friendship, we would not have these precious little ones.”

“So our son will be Thomas Josiah?” Annabelle nodded. “What about our beautiful daughter?”

Thomas thought for a moment. “Our daughter has none of the looks of my mother, so I would rather not use her name for this little one. My father’s mother’s name was Jane, so what about Jane Annabelle for our daughter?”

She stared at her daughter, who slept in her father’s arms, before finally saying, “I believe that will suit her well.”

Over the next several years, the Bennets added the following children to their family. Elizabeth Diana (year), Edward Marcus (year), and another set of twins, Mary Emily and Catherine Rose (year). Three years following the birth of the twins came a surprise in the form of John Frederick.

Life at Longbourn was filled with love and laughter. The estate continued to grow and prosper, as did the funds Bennet invested with his dear friend, Edward Gardiner. Young Mr. Gardiner had started an import-export business and had an excellent eye for discovering items that would appear to the wealthy families of the ton and tradesmen alike. He was also a genius with investing and had increased the funds invested by Bennet substantially. Edward had a knack for recognizing new inventions that would change the world as we know it.

The trip took five arduous days and was the furthest from Meryton Fanny had ever travelled. She was depressed by the rocky crags and the moors of the northern landscape. It was also much colder the further north she traveled. As the days passed, Mr. Gardiner threatened to gag his daughter if she did not stop her whining and complaining. As nothing she had done so far had helped her situation, she took her father’s threat seriously.

On the third day of their journey, Mr. Gardiner decided he needed to speak to his daughter about her behavior going forward. “Fanny, do you know what you did wrong that caused you to be in the present situation?” The blank look she gave her father left him shaking his head. “You do know it is improper to compromise someone, do you not?”

“I am sure that is not correct, Papa. Mama told me to do whatever it takes to get what I want. I tried to attract his attention, but Mr. Bennet ignored me most of the time.”

“Did it ever occur to you that he was not interested in you?

“How could that be. I am the most beautiful girl in Meryton. Mama told me so frequently. I was much prettier than the girl with the frightful red hair to whom he engaged himself.”

“I am sure Mr. Bennet found her the most beautiful woman of his acquaintance. And she was raised on an estate and knows what the mistress must do. Your mother was not raised as a gentle woman, nor were you. You have no idea how to be a good wife to anyone, be he a gentleman or tradesman. It is more than wearing pretty dresses and setting a good table when entertaining. There are more things involved in making a good marriage than looks. Mr. Bennet is a very well-educated young man, whereas your head is filled with fluff. What subject would you discuss together? Do you know anything about estate management or running a household? Can you care for someone who is sick or help the tenants with issues that arise? Can you discuss current events from the paper, and I am not talking about fashion or the gossip column?”

“Why would anyone wish to discuss such things?” Her creased brow showed that she had absolutely no understanding of what he spoke.

“I think it would be to your advantage to start reading the newspaper while residing with our cousins. Selfishness is not an attractive trait in anyone. If you meet someone you actually care about, they would turn away from you when they realized that you did not think about the welfare of anyone but yourself. To be a good wife and mother, you must put your husband’s and children’s wishes before your own. Fanny, you must change your ways. Reading the paper and volunteering might help you overcome your selfishness and realize that many in this world are less fortunate than you. If you do not grow up and begin to think of others before yourself, you will be in for a very unhappy future.”

“Oh, la, Papa. You are much too serious. No one expects a beautiful woman to be smart, too. Most men want someone to decorate their arm. They wish to lavish them with gifts, not converse with them. Gentlemen all have housekeepers and servants for the rest of the work.”

“I pray you heed my words, Fanny, but your opinions and expressions tell me that you will not. I hope you find happiness in life, but I doubt that you will.” With those final words, Mr. Gardiner turned to stare out the window. He knew further discussion on this topic would only be a waste of breath and time.

When they finally arrived at the Scarth home, Fanny was appalled to find it smaller than their home in Meryton. She had barely stepped out of the carriage when he eyes began to water, and her nose crinkled in distaste. She noted that the air was not as clear as at home and that it did not have the fresh, clean scent of home either.

Ralph Scarth stepped from the door of his home, followed by his wife and children. The men slapped each other on the back as they shook hands. It had been many years since they were last together. However, they maintained regular correspondence.

“Gardiner, it is so good to see you! It has been far too long since your last visit. You remember my wife, Henrietta,” Edwin Gardner nodded. “This is my daughter, Martha, and my younger son, Oliver. My eldest son, John, will join us before dinner. He is currently at the manufactory. He is training to be my assistant and eventually the manager when I retire.

After making Introductions, the group entered the house. The parlor Mrs. Scarth led them to contained two cozy chairs before the fire, flanked by wooden settles. Fanny would have made for one of the two comfy chairs, but her father shook his head and directed her to the settle on the left. She glanced about the room, distaste evident on her face, before she wrinkled her nose and took a seat on the uncushioned bench. Mrs. Henrietta Scarth offered the company tea, but Fanny took one sip and turned her nose up at the beverage. It was obvious to her that this was at least the second time the leaves had been used to brew tea. After everyone finished their tea, Mrs. Scarth had her daughter, Martha, show Fanny to the chamber they would share.

“I am to share a room with a virtual stranger?” she asked in horror.

The look she received from Mrs. Scarth and Martha was filled with irritation. The elder lady looked at her and said, “We have a small home, and it is filled without extra guests. I suppose we could put you in the spare room above the stable if you find sharing with Martha too distasteful.” The matron held her gaze with a forceful one of her own; the younger woman looked down to hide the smile threatening to break across her face.

The look of repulsion on Fanny’s face was indeed comical, but she quickly acquiesced to sharing a room. How could Father send me to such a dreadful place? Mama always said I deserved the very best, and this is so far from the best that I do not believe I can bear it. I shall have to convince Papa to take me back home.

While the ladies were getting Fanny settled, Edwin met with Ralph in his small office. “I really appreciate you taking Fanny into your home. I know it may not be a pleasant experience for any of you. Please be as firm with her as you need to be. I had her confined on bread and water from the time of the attempted compromise until we departed for your home. I have also reduced her allowance by more than half. As I stated in my letter, I suggest you withhold it until she complies with all that is requested of her each quarter. She is a healthy girl, but has never had to work for anything in her life. Do not let her attempt to use illness as an excuse not to do her share of the chores.

“My wife spoiled Fanny, and after her death, I did not spend the time with her that was needed to correct her misbehavior. If I might make a suggestion, I would suggest discussing with her over dinner what work she will do to assist in your home. I would also like her to read the papers, but only provide her with the news of parliament and the war. I will support all that you say and ensure she understands that I expect her to comply and assist while she is with you. You are welcome to make it clear that there will be no rewards of any type when she does not comply with your wishes. Ralph, I pray that this experience will make her a better person, but fear that she is too set in her ways and nothing will change. If she becomes too much to handle, please let me know. I will inform her that she will need to get a job in either London or Meryton to earn her keep, as I will no longer provide her with a home or allowance.

When Mr. Gardiner retired to rest for a time, Mr. and Mrs. Scarth discussed what the gentlemen had covered during their meeting. They decided which chores Fanny would be assigned and agreed to go easy on her at first. If she would not comply with the easy tasks assigned, they would move her to much more difficult tasks.

As the group gathered for the evening meal, Mr. Scarth did as his cousin suggested. Dinner began with the cousins discussing their families to catch up on what had occurred since their last letters.

As the meal progressed, Mr. Scarth addressed his wife. “My dear, would you like to explain to Frances what chores she will do while residing with us?”

“Certainly, husband.” She turned to look at her niece, her expression polite but firm. “Do you wish to be addressed as Frances or Fanny?” she asked before continuing.

‘Fanny will do.”

“Well then, Fanny. You will be required to make your bed each morning upon arising and help Martha to keep the room neat and clean. That means you are responsible for picking up after yourself and caring for your belongings. After dressing, you will set the table for each meal and clear the dishes to the kitchen when the meal is ended. You are also required to dust the parlor and dining room daily. If you do each of these chores willingly and properly, that will help greatly. There is little time for leisure in a working family. However, you will have time for relaxation if you complete your chores in a prompt and efficient manner. I will inspect your work each day, and you will redo anything that does not meet my standards. It is easier to do something correctly the first time than to redo it time and again. Lastly, you will need to do your own mending and make your own clothes when new items are required.” When she finished speaking, Mrs. Scarth turned to her husband, who continued outlining the rules for living with them.

“Fanny, your allowance will only be paid quarterly, and only if all of your assigned chores are completed each week. Attendance at local assemblies and other social events will also depend on your compliance with these requirements. You are also expected to read the paper each day and be prepared to discuss the news with the family over dinner. Do you have any questions?”

“I do not know how to do any of those things. We have a maid at home for such work.”

Mrs. Scarth responded, “Then you were very fortunate, but that does not guarantee that you will have servants in the future. It all depends on who you marry and what he does for a living.”

“I shall only marry a gentleman that can support me and provides enough servants to manage our home’ came the haughty reply.

“And what makes you think a gentleman will stoop to marry the daughter of a tradesman? But that is beside the point. However, six and ten years of age is too young to marry. Your time with us will help prepare you for running your own home in the future. If you do not know what is required, how will you direct servants?” Fanny’s mouth dropped open upon hearing Mrs. Scarth’s words.

Mr. Gardiner did as he said and reinforced all that Ralph and Henrietta stated. “Fanny, if you cannot learn to do the things required of you well and with a good attitude, you will return to Meryton. However, if you fail here, you will be expelled from our home and expected to earn your keep as a shopgirl in either Meryton or London. You will no longer have a home or an allowance if you cannot fit in here with our relations.”

Fanny’s eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open again. The look of disbelief on her face would be comical under other circumstances, but there was no doubt that her father was deadly serious. Fanny would have to comply at least partially until her father accepted her return to the family home. Then she would go back to manipulating her family as she had always done before.

A somber Robert Bingley returned to his home from the cemetery. Today, he buried his beloved wife, Claire. The years they shared were some of the happiest of his life, but they were far shorter than he expected. She and the son she carried both died during childbirth. Going forward, he would focus on his business and the two wonderful children Claire had gifted him. The eldest, his daughter, Louisa, was a delightful girl. At the age of five, she was bright and happy. Her younger brother, and Robert’s heir, was Charles, age three. Charles was a loving child who adored his family, always trailing after one member or another as they went through their daily activities.

The Bingley family was very wealthy, having made a considerable fortune in the weaving of cottons and woolens. His fabrics were sought by some of the best modistes in London. They lived in a large mansion on Victoria Park Avenue near Peasholm Park. There had been Bingleys in Scarborough for more than sixty years, and the business had grown over time into the largest textile company in the area. Robert’s father had purchased the house they currently lived in, but did not survive long enough to truly enjoy his success, as he was felled by a heart attack within two months of moving in.

Being admitted to the house, he could hear the voices of the many guests who had come to condole with his family. Robert greeted them briefly as he searched for Susannah and the children. He found his sister in the dining room, speaking to some of his aunts and cousins. When she caught his eye, she tilted her head to the side to indicate that the children were in the garden with their nursemaid. After accepting the hugs from some of his older relations and a few more greetings, he exited the house into the garden.

The children were both seated on a swing that hung from a giant old oak tree in the garden. The nurse gently pushed them, but today, neither smiled nor laughed as they participated in one of their favorite activities. Seeing their father enter the back garden, the children hopped off the swing and ran to him. Robert scooped them up in his arms and took a seat on a bench beneath the rose arbor.

Little Charles looked around and said, “Where is Mama? Did she not come back from church with you?”

Louisa reached out to pat her brother’s knee and said, “Don’t you remember, Papa said Mama lives with God now?”

“Why would she live with God instead of us?” The puzzled expression on his son’s face tore at Robert’s heart.

“Charlie, do you remember what I told you about Mama and your little brother? A sad expression appeared on the youth’s face as he nodded solemnly. “When someone dies like Mama and baby Peter, they go to live with God until we grow old and join them.”

“But, Mama wasn’t old,” said Louisa, “Why did she have to go now?”

“I’m not sure, poppet, but God must have needed them with him for some reason. Remember what I told you, though. Even though we cannot see them, Mama and your brother are watching over us from Heaven. They will help to keep us safe, and we will always have their love here,” he patted his heart. You can still bless them when you say your prayers, and they will know you are thinking of them and that you love them.”

As the Bingley family began their year of mourning, the days, weeks, and months seemed to crawl by. However, as their grief lessened and they learned to live with their new reality, the children regained their natural joy. Their father, however, vowed never to remarry. Susannah, who was a widow with no desire to remarry as her first husband had been abusive, agreed to live with them permanently. Life for the Bingley family gradually returned to normal. Robert worked hard to continue growing the family business and devoted the rest of his time to his children. He knew Claire would haunt him if he let them suffer while he was buried in his own grief.

As the ear of mourning ended, Robert decided that a change of scenery would do him well, so he planned to visit the alum operations to discuss the mills’ needs for the upcoming year.

“Thomas, you do not need to apologize again. You did nothing wrong. She betrayed the type of woman she was when she addressed you earlier. However, she was worse than I expected, considering she went so far as to attempt a compromise. Shall we return to the ballroom and enjoy the final dance?” The smile that Annabelle gave him calmed the turmoil and fury that Thomas felt.

With a smile, he extended his arm to his betrothed. “Thank you, my dear. Your suggestion is exactly what I need. I want to forget this event ever happened, and hope that you will assist me in this. I believe that Miss Gardiner may be the reason my mother insisted I go to town to find a wife. If she is representative of the women available in Meryton, I am glad I followed her suggestion, no matter how uncomfortable the crowds of London make me.”

“I thank you for your brave sacrifice. I am very glad that you were willing to be a fish out of water, as it brought you to me.” Anabelle gave another radiant smile as she accepted his arm, and they returned to the ballroom. Those who watched their return could not doubt the affection between the couple.

The next morning, before the Greenways departed for their estate, Mr. Bennet requested and received permission from Mr. Greenway to write to Annabelle during their separation.

As the months leading up to the wedding passed, the couple kept up a steady stream of correspondence. They wrote of their hopes and dreams, what they envisioned marriage to be like, and of the family they hoped to one day have.

As Longbourn’s harvest celebration approached, Mrs. Greenway and Annabelle returned for the event. Mr. Bennet was happy to introduce his betrothed to all the tenants. Also, Mrs. Bennet took Annabelle around to meet all of the tenant wives, helping the ladies get to know one another. The celebration was a happy affair, and all in attendance were delighted with the new mistress they would gain.

Two days later, the Longbourn residents and guests departed for the Greenway estate. The families celebrated a second, equally successful harvest festival. They relaxed for a day before finishing all of the last-minute wedding details. Two days after Greenwood’s festival, another, even more joyful, celebration was held. This one was the wedding of Miss Annabelle Greenway of Greenwoods to Mr. Thomas Bennet, of Longbourn, Hertfordshire.

The newlywed couple spent one night in town before continuing on to Ramsgate in Kent. Thomas had rented a house on the beach for one month. As it was autumn, the water was too cold for sea bathing, but the bride and groom spent their days as most newlyweds did, rarely leaving their chambers. They did manage to stroll around town the day prior to their departure. The couple purchased small gifts for her sister and brother. Annabelle also created an oil painting of the view from the house for the parents.

It wasn’t long after their return to Longbourn that Annabelle informed her husband that she was with child. The happiness and joy her pronouncement produced led the young couple to celebrate as most newlyweds would. Had Annabelle not already been in such a state, their activities of the evening would surely have resulted in a child, had the couple not already succeeded in that area.

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His spoiled youngest would learn some hard lessons tonight, for he would not replace any of the items she destroyed. He heard the others enter the house, but he remained in his seat as he waited for their admittance to the room.

“How much talk was there after our departure?”

“Only those nearest the doorway heard Fanny’s words. They also heard all of us refuting them.”

“There were whispers about the room, but I believe that many of them felt that Fanny deserved what she got,” added Harriet. “You know she constantly boasts of her beauty and insults all the ladies around her with her words.”

“I am not sure of your plans, Mr. Gardiner,” added Philips, “but I do not believe she will be missed if she is banished for her actions, nor do I believe it will adversely affect your family, sir.”

“I have been considering her punishment since our return, but I did not wish to make a final decision without consulting the three of you.”

“What were you thinking, Father?” asked Edward.

“I believe banishment to our most distant relations is the best thing for her. Fanny needs to learn that she is in no way someone special, merely the spoiled daughter of a country solicitor. I have a distant cousin in Scarborough, who works in the alum industry.” At Harriet’s wrinkled brow, he explained, “Alum is a necessary ingredient in the manufacturing of dyes for cloth. The male cousins her age work in the rather unpleasant process of making the alum.

“However, my cousin, Ralph Scarth, is in the upper lower class and deals with cloth merchants to sell the alum his company manufactures. They may have one servant, but Fanny shall be required to perform daily chores in their home. I will significantly reduce her allowance and have Ralph ensure she receives only a small portion of it weekly after she completes the work required of her. Edward and Harriet chuckled at their father’s words, knowing their sister considered work of any kind beneath her.

“In the morning, if we are lucky, she will have yelled herself hoarse and will have no choice but to listen to my decision. I shall not hesitate to tie her to the chair, if necessary.” This brought laughter from all of the occupants of the room.

“Well, it is getting late, and I have matters to attend to in the morning. An express will be sent ot my cousin at first light. Harriet, while I speak with Fanny, I ask that you assist the maid to begin her packing. You may wish to supervise the entire project to ensure none of your belongings will go missing after her absence. Also, please be sure that none of your mother’s jewelry is in her room. The only piece your mother possessed that she could pass along to your sister was a small silver locket. Anything else you find in her room should be returned to me. Your sister will be confined to her room for the remainder of her stay in this house.”

“Of course, Papa.” Mr. Philips lifted Harriet’s hand to her lips and kissed her goodnight before returning to his rooms at the boarding house. After seeing her betrothed out, Harriet crossed to her father and kissed his cheek, wishing him good night. Edward patted his father’s shoulder in commiseration and accompanied his sister from the room.

The next morning, Mr. Gardiner awoke to blessed peace. After dressing for the day, he descended to his office and wrote a letter to Mr. Scarth explaining the events of last evening and the general behavior of his youngest. He closed with the request that he take her into his home for a time to reduce the gossip and protect his other children. He stressed that his most important desire was that during her time with his family, Fanny would learn to accept her appropriate place in the world and to think of others besides herself.

With the letter completed, he requested his manservant take it to the express office and request the rider to wait for a reply. Watching the servant depart, he moved to the dining room, and soon the maid brought him his breakfast. This morning, the plate included eggs, bacon, fresh rolls, and preserves. He was still reviewing the news from yesterday’s London paper when his older children entered.

“I will have the maid wake Fanny soon for our discussion. Edward, though you are home from school on holiday, you have the option of joining me if you wish when I confront your sister. It may be good for her to hear what the gentlemen you associate with at school would think of your sister’s actions. You are away from our small vilaage and she may find your perceptions help her understand her shortcomings. As your mother was from these same environs, she would know nothing of how broader society may have viewed her teachings.”

“I am happy to join your briefly father to explain such things to her, but I doubt I wish to remain for the entire interview. I have a feeling the entire event will be as productive as beating your head against the wall.” R ueful chuckles could be heard from father and son.

“I shall explain to her the rules of the interview and allow you to speak, and then depart if that is your desire. Please meet me in my office below stairs by half past nine.” Mr. Gardiner exited the dining room and let his children enjoy the remainder of their meal.

Turning to his sister, Edward just shook his head. “If I were you, I would remain out of sight until our sister is in Father’s office. She will be in a vengeful mood, as you did not support her poor behavior.”

“I have no doubt of that. I shall retire to my room a ton no longer hear her footsteps on the stairs, I shall make for her room to do as Papa requested.”

“I was proud of you for not allowing our sister to browbeat you into assisting her.”

“I do not deserve your compliment. Fanny makes life far too miserable when she does not get her way, so I always comply, whether I agree or not. However, Frank helped me to see that I was as guilty as she was when I did so. As I said last evening, I would not wish to be separated from my betrothed, and could not do that to such an obviously happy couple. I hope that I grow in strength and understanding with Fanny’s removal from the house.” Looking at the clock, she quickly finished her breakfast and retired to her room as Edward thought about what he would say and prepared to join his father.

As the maid shook her shoulder, Fanny opened her mouth to spew a stream of invectives, and, fortunately for the maid, no sound came out. The young woman had indeed screamed herself hoarse with her antics the previous evening. “Your father sent me to assist you, miss. You are to be in his office within the next half hour.” Ignoring the girl’s words, Fanny rolled over to return to slumber. “Beggin’ yer pard’n, miss, but 'e said if ye be late there’d be consequences.”

As much as she would have preferred to ignore the summons, Fanny knew that her father was still angry about the events of last evening. However, she dragged herself out of bed and allowed the maid to assist her in dressing for the day. Tempted though she was to arrive late—even if only briefly—Fanny knew there were times when her father was not to be pushed, and this was probably one of them.

Upon receiving her father’s call to enter, Fanny opened the door and flounced in. She was surprised to see her elder brother present, and her displeasure showed on her face, though she remained surprisingly quiet.

“Good morning, Fanny.” She only nodded in reply, not meeting their eyes, and hoping they took her silence for pique. As she would not meet their eyes, she missed the grins they exchanged. “Please, sit down, Fanny.” After only a brief hesitation, she complied. “I see you are suffering the consequences of your childish behavior of last evening, and as I have much to say and you need only listen, it is probably for the best. You and I will be having a very serious conversation this morning, and you will head my words well and abide by them as you have no other choice. However, I am giving your brother the first chance to speak. He attends school with those of a much wider variety of social circles than the one we inhabit here in Meryton. I thought you should be aware of what those he associates with would think of your actions last night.”

Fanny scowled at her brother, but said nothing. The jutting of her chin and glitter in her eyes spoke of her displeasure as well as any words could.

“I hear all kinds of stories from all levels of society regarding compromises and attempted compromises. I hear tales of men beating the woman who compromised them into an unwelcome marriage, and of women left ruined when they attempted to work their wiles on someone of a higher social class. When a woman stoops to compromise, she is thought of as little more than a whore. and rarely treated any better, even after a marriage. Edward saw his father frown at his choice of words, but the older man remained quiet.

“You cannot gain your happiness at the sake of someone else’s, Fanny. You should know from listening to Father over the years that a woman becomes nothing more than a man’s property after she becomes his wife. What man will treat well a woman who tricked or forced him into a relationship he did not want—especially if he had already found someone for whom he cared?

“I knew you could be selfish and thoughtless, as you have been that way since your earliest years. However, you sank to a new low last night, sister, and I am glad I will not be forced to be in your company much longer.” As her expression had not changed at all during her brother’s speech, Edward shook his head and departed the room after thanking his father for allowing him to have his say.

Fanny turned her defiant, scorching expression on her Father and waited for him to speak. When he only continued to stare at her, she jumped from her seat and leaned across his desk. Grabbing a pencil from the surface, she quickly scratched a note and handed it to her father. Why did you not force Mr. Bennet to marry me? It would put me in a higher position in society? Mama always said I deserved the best in everything!

Mr. Gardiner just looked at her, shaking his head in disgust. “Because no man deserves to be forced to have you in his life.” His youngest daughter's eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open at his reply. “In spite of what your mother told you, you are nothing more than the daughter of a country solicitor. Beauty does not entitle you to have whatever you want at any cost. I know your behavior is as bad as it is, in part, due to my failings. I did not agree with the things your mother was teaching you, and upon her death, perhaps I should have tried harder to break you of the bad habits she helped create in you, but I had a business and two other children to attend to as well. I should have curtailed your mother more and what she taught you.

“It might surprise you to know, but the majority of the people who learned of the situation after our departure last evening were pleased at your failure. Your selfishness and unkindness to others have left them feeling similarly towards you. If you were to remain in our home, you would be the subject of gossip and the recipient of smirks, taunts, and outright ridicule for your failure. It would also reflect poorly upon our family and may still damage our reputation. Unfortunately, I do not believe that would help you to understand your true place in the world. You seem quite capable of hearing only what you wish to and blindly ignoring anything that does not fit with your wishes and desires.

“However, you will not remain in the area. I believe you need to learn more about the world and the place you actually occupy. An express was sent this morning to a distant relation of mine in northern Yorkshire. They live more modestly than we do and have fewer, if any, servants. You will be expected to do chores in their household, your allowance will be severely cut, and I told my cousin not to allow you any allowance if you fail to complete your assigned chores in any given week.”

Never having closed her mouth after he father’s first words, her gums now flapped soundlessly, and the anger and defiance in her eyes changed to horror and incomprehension.

“Until it is time for you to depart, you shall remain in your room. The only reading material you will have is your bible. You should be searching the chapters and verses for guidance on proper behavior for a young lady. None of your possessions destroyed in last evening’s tantrum will be replaced. If you repeat last night’s behavior, your confinement to your room will include meal time, and you shall receive only bread and water. You are confined to the house until our trip to my cousin’s home.

“Fanny, three things will remove the few remaining freedoms you have prior to our departure for the north. They are attempting to leave the house, harping on this topic even though I have stated it is closed and unchangeable, and retaliating against your siblings or anyone else involved in last night’s fiasco. Am I understood?” Fanny nodded her head, but her anger was still evident in the tense lines of her body.

“It was your actions last night that brought us to this point. You l left me with no other option. Please, take this chance to think, learn, and grow. Selfishness is a tool of the devil, and his ways are never the ways of happiness. Use this time for self-reflection and remember my words.”

As Gardiner watched his youngest exit his study, he prayed that she would heed his words or she faced a long, hard road.

The assembly continued peacefully for a while as a determined Fanny Gardiner watched her prey. She would not allow something as unofficial as a betrothal to stand in the way of her getting what she wanted. She watched as Mr. Bennet danced a second time with his betrothed. Fanny could not understand how the unfashionable woman with the red hair and green eyes could compete with her own blond, blue-eyed perfection. She was considered the loveliest young woman in Meryton, and all of the fashion magazines said that her appearance was the epitome of beauty.

As she watched the dance end, Mr. Bennet returned Annabelle to her family and excused himself for a moment. He headed for the hallway, where there were retirement rooms for both men and women to refresh themselves. Seeing her chance, Fanny rushed from the room using another exit. Assuming Mr. Bennet would return to the room via this door to obtain a cup of punch for himself and his betrothed.

Bennet stepped from the retiring room and turned in the direction of the doorway. Miss Gardiner stood in the shadows, and before the young man knew what was happening, the young woman ripped her dress and threw herself at Thomas Bennet. She cried out, “Oh, Thomas, I knew you would fall for my charms!” Her scream drew the attention of the guests near the refreshment table to the compromised couple.

Everyone noticed the appalled look on Thomas’s face and the way that Fanny clung to the collar of his coat as she had cast her arms around his neck when throwing herself at him. It was at this point that Mr. Gardiner appeared. “What is going on here?” he cried.

“Oh, Papa, Mr. Bennet compromised me, and we must wed soon.”

Little did Fanny know that Josiah Greenway and Frank Philips had been keeping a close eye on her movements. Now both stepped from the shadows, Harriet on her betrothed’s arm.

Fanny did not notice the men, only her sister standing there, her arms folded across her body, toe tapping rapidly, and a frown on her face. “You saw it all, did you not, dear sister?”

“Indeed, I did—”

Harriet got no further as Fanny turned to her father and repeated, “See, Papa, I am compromised, and Mr. Bennet must marry me very soon.”

Mr. Gardiner looked at the faces around him. All but Fanny’s showed disgust, and Mr. Bennet was still trying to disengage himself from her arms, though she clung to him with all her might.

“Papa,” began Harriet Gardiner, but again, before she could say more, she was interrupted.

“I will hear it all, but I believe we should move someplace more private before discussing the matter further.”

Beth Bennet and her guests seemed unaware of what was taking place, but Annabelle, having expected Thomas to return quickly, was glancing about. She saw her brother through an open doorway and, excusing herself from her parents and Mrs. Bennet, moved in that direction. When Josiah noticed her approach, he beckoned her to his side. Annabelle’s eyes opened wide, and her jaw dropped at the sight that met her eyes. Seeing that she was about to speak, her brother shook his head and squeezed her hand, which rested on his arm.

Within a moment or two, Mr. Gardiner had removed the group from the hallway and into a small private room across the hall, where they could speak without being overheard.

As soon as they stepped into the room and the door closed behind the group, Mr. Gardiner barked, Fanny, let go of Mr. Bennet immediately and cover yourself.” Fanny did as she was told, but could not understand the harsh tone her father used to address her.

“Now, I would like to hear what occurred from someone other than Frances.”

Josiah Greenway did not hesitate to speak. “After her earlier rudeness and the flirtatious manner in which she spoke to my friend and soon-to-be brother, I kept my eye on your daughter. The moment she saw Thomas exiting the room, she rushed to follow. I remained in the shadows to observe her actions. When Mr. Bennet exited the retiring room, your daughter tore her dress and threw herself at him.”

Mr. Gardiner turned to look at his daughter, but Fanny did not even blush at the discovery of her actions. Turning back to his clerk, he said, “Is that what you observed as well, Philips?”

“It is, sir.”

“Harriet, what did you see?”

“It is as Frank and the gentleman said, Papa. I knew of Fanny’s plan as she asked for my assistance in compromising Mr. Bennet. However, when Frank discovered that I knew of her plans, he asked me how I would feel if someone tried to compromise him when we were in love and happily betrothed. I knew that I would not wish for such a thing to occur and could not put anyone else in that position, even for my sister’s sake.”

“How could you betray me like this, Harriet?” screeched Fanny Gardiner, her hands extended towards her sister as though she was attacking.

“Frances Gardiner.” Her name cracked like a whip as her father called her to proper behavior.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Bennet, I should have stood up to my sister rather than agree with her, but she is quite difficult when she does not get her way.”

“I can see what you must deal with regularly, so you have my forgiveness.”

“Allow me to add my apologies, Bennet. My wife spoiled Fanny, but after her death, I did not have the heart to take her in hand as I should have. That will change immediately, for I truly did not realize to what depths she had sunk.”

“Fanny, we are departing immediately.”

“But, Papa,” she whined, “you must make him marry me; I am compromised.”

“No, you are not! You compromised yourself, and only you will suffer for your actions.” Her lips pushed out in a pout, and she glared daggers at those around her, reserving her most malevolent look for her sister. Observing his youngest daughter’s behavior, Mr. Gardiner grabbed her elbow and dragged her from the assembly hall.

Thomas looked at the others, totally avoiding Annabelle’s gaze. “I thank you for your support and honesty. You saved my reputation as a gentleman, as I would have refused to marry Miss Gardiner. I love my dear Annabelle,” and finally meeting her gaze, he said, “and could not live without her.”

“You won’t have to, Thomas. I know from what I heard that you were not at fault. Not only that, but I love you and trust you. You are not the type of man who would compromise any woman.” As she spoke, she stepped to his side and wrapped her arm around his, resting her head upon his shoulder.

Josiah smiled at the happiness of his sister and best friend. The remainder of the group returned to the dancing and enjoyed the rest of the evening. Upon returning home, Josiah shared the story with the remainder of the family.

“Thomas, are you well?” asked his mother.

“Other than feeling like I should like to bathe, I am well. The youngest Miss Gardiner seems to have eight arms like the octopus I’ve read about, and is overly fond of her perfume. I believe I shall say good night and at least have a very good wash before retiring.” Turning to his betrothed, Thomas clasped her hand and lifted it to his lips. “Thank you for understanding, my dear. You are the only woman I can imagine sharing a life with.”

With those loving words, the entire group smiled and wished everyone a good evening as they departed for their chambers.