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The Darcy and Fitzwilliam families return as Colonel Fitzwilliam's volatile, passionate son, Matthew, confronts the woman he loved and lost years before to his rival... while his twin brother, Mark, the more steady of the two, decides to give up waiting for love to find him and settle in marriage with an old friend. As always nothing turns out as planned with the loves, laughs, tears and surprises of life pushing and pulling the families in directions they never saw coming.
BOOK FOUR OF DARCY & FITZWILLIAM, The Pride and Prejudice continuation...
Karen Wasylowski
I am the author of a very funny, very emotional book, a sequel to 'Pride and Prejudice' titled"DARCY AND FITZWILLIAM: A TALE OF A GENTLEMAN AND AN OFFICER" published in February of 2011 by Sourcebooks Landmark."Darcy and Fitzwilliam" is not a usual Regency romance, but a Bromance - a story about the friendship between Mr. Darcy and his cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam."Darcy and Fitzwilliam" was chosen as one of six books by the Orange County, California, Register, as a great summer read. Visit my website to see all the great reviews.
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Saints and Sinners - Karen Wasylowski
Book Four
By
Karen V. Wasylowski
Pride and Prejudice
By Jane Austen
Darcy and Fitzwilliam, Book One
The Pride and Prejudice Family Saga
Sons and Daughters, Book Two
The Pride and Prejudice Family Saga
Wives and Lovers, Book Three
The Pride and Prejudice Family Saga
Saints and Sinners, Book Four
The Pride and Prejudice Family Saga
By Karen V. Wasylowski
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For my wonderful husband
Richard
The Saint to my Sinner
"Every Saint has a
Past;
And, every Sinner a
Future" - Oscar Wilde
Chapter One
The Death of a Prince
1861
Lord Richard Fitzwilliam was resting near the fireside at his favorite Gentlemen’s Club, Brooks, awaiting both tea and the arrival of his cousin Fitzwilliam Darcy, when the muffled bells of St. Paul’s Cathedral began to toll. Again. It was a solemn place this cold morning, the men around him uncharacteristically subdued – men he’d supported and opposed in Parliament, men with whom he’d fought, laughed, and worked his entire life. Servants wearing black armbands shuffled around silently, covering mirrors in black cloth, stopping clocks.
Bong. Bong. Bong. He moaned, his hand going up to his throbbing forehead – those damn bells had been clanging for hours. He hadn’t heard such a commotion… well, for years. Not since Princess Charlotte’s death in ‘17.
Or was it in ’23?
Or, was her name Caroline?
Oh, the hell with it.
*
It was the 15th of December,1861 and His Royal Highness, Prince Albert of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (Francis Albert Augustus Charles Emmanuel, 26 August 1819 – 14 December 1861), husband and consort of Queen Victoria, was dead.
*
Puffing on his forbidden pipe, Fitzwilliam stared deeply into the fire. Well, there you have it. The longer I live the more I realize there is neither rhyme nor reason to life, or death. A man such as Albert – a man given to measured, thoughtful behavior – is gone at forty-two, while I continue to drink, smoke and eat like a newly released galley slave. Experiencing a sudden and unwelcome swell of emotion, he swiped away a stray tear and cursed the sentimentality that had possessed his golden years.
Golden. Ha! That’s rich. If these are Golden Years where is my Amanda – taken from me so young? It’s damned unfair, I tell you. If only I could see her beautiful, innocent, perfect face once again I’d give her a tongue lashing for dying on me she’d not soon forget.
At a nearby table a man sneezed violently and woke himself. What… what in heaven’s name was that fearful noise?
He looked anxiously about the room. What’s happened now?
Ghastly business. Someone sent back the turtle soup and Chef killed himself. Yes. Bullet right between the eyes. Awful mess I hear. Eyeball plopped smack into the souffle.
"My God, that is dreadful! Who’ll do afternoon tea now?"
Prepared it just before he done himself in – a matter of honor, you see.
Thank heaven for that.
Pity it woke you from your nap though, Bagshawe.
No, no, no, no, no. I never nap. In fact, I am of the view that excessive rest is bad for one, Fitzwilliam. Yes. Always best, I say, to keep oneself active physically as well as mentally, encourages a dynamic mind, and…
The man was snoring before his sentence ended.
Sweet dreams.
Fitzwilliam checked his pocket watch for the third time. Darcy would be arriving soon, more than likely finishing up his daily five-mile walk. That couldn’t be healthy for someone of their age, could it? It was all Fitzwilliam could do to sit upright at the edge of his bed and piss into a chamber pot when he awoke, let alone walk upright.
Seeing Bagshawe begin to slump Fitz leaned over to straighten his snoring neighbor. The fellow’s head hit the table anyway. Oops. Sorry. Can’t say I didn’t try. Think I like you better this way, Lionel; at least your snoring’s stopped.
What’s that? Why am I here you ask? Well, here’s the thing. I’m waiting for my cousin, Fitzwilliam Darcy. Excellent fellow – when he isn’t preaching at me the way he does, on and on, all the time, ‘Why so negative, Richard? You yourself can choose how you feel each day, either joy or sadness, Richard. Try and see the bright side of things, Richard.’ Bollocks, to that. All I know is a good man has died, a family has lost its father, and my country has lost its head of state. Although… mourning will probably cancel Christmas festivities this year as well. Hmm. Perhaps there really is a bright side to everything. Hate to mention it, Bagshawe, but you’re beginning to drool a bit.
Truth was, the family feared Fitzwilliam was becoming something of a recluse in his old age. Lonely. Remote. It was even suggested that perhaps he find an unsuspecting widow and remarry; that without feminine companionship he was becoming a grumpy old soul. Well, grumpier than usual.
Rubbish. I’m no grumpier than I was before, and I will beat to death anyone who claims otherwise. Wait, that doesn’t sound right. Besides, who could ever consider him lonely? He was bossed about by eleven interfering young people – his own offspring plus the three children of his cousin – and, add to that bothersome mix all those wild grandchildren underfoot. No, he’d grant them he might be irritable at times, even a bit short-tempered (obviously with good reason) but, never lonely. In fact, there was no room left for another person in his life. Not one more living soul.
Unless.
Unless he could convince his sons – (even the priest at this point) – to present him with a male heir for the family title. By God, that would be one little hellion he’d welcome in a heartbeat…
From out of nowhere a cane smacked his knee. Ow! Who in hell – Oh, I should have known it was you, Darcy. You’ve nearly broken my leg!
Stuff and nonsense. If your leg could survive a horse falling on it at Waterloo I’m certain it can survive a walking stick.
I had different legs back then.
No, they just weren’t so fat back then. You’ve grown soft, admit it. Or don’t. Good heavens, look at that face. Should I ask how we are today, Fitz?
We are shite, Darcy. And would you please stop smiling.
I will cease smiling if you cease scowling.
Darcy smoothed the jacket of his dark blue three-piece suit (the latest in fashion) as he sat, then brushed off his ‘creased’ trousers (another fashion first). Your facial expressions will spoil my appetite. Medusa presented a more pleasant aspect.
Hell to be you then. What are you wearing? You look like a street performer.
My new suit.
He motioned for the waiter to bring him coffee. Are we done with the clever banter? Good. Because, I have news concerning my daughter, Anne Marie, and her husband, Jamie, and your son, Andrew. The Duke of Sutherland and I met this morning during my walk in the park.
"Never tell me. It is war then." Fitzwilliam’s blood ran cold at the thought. His son, Andrew, newly appointed Captain of the HMS Orontes in the Royal Navy, was already sailing to Canada due to a threat of imminent war with America.
Tensions had begun in November with the capture by an American naval vessel – the San Jacinto – of a British mail ship that had given passage to a Confederate delegation crossing the Atlantic in search of European support for their side in the war between the states. To the British this seizure of their ship in open waters was a clear violation of international law. And, as luck would have it, Anne Marie and Jamie Durand, Darcy’s daughter and her husband, had been visiting relatives in Canada when all transatlantic traffic came to a halt.
"What? No, calm yourself, let me explain. It seems war has been averted. You know that Prince Albert, God rest his soul, had stepped into the negotiations two weeks ago? Well, evidently that action helped turn the tide as they say; his words effectively calming the rhetoric and diffusing the more volatile anger. Sutherland claims to have no idea how Palmerston’s angry missive meant for the Americans made its way to the Prince first–"
Good to hear. Darcy, are you having coffee?
Fitzwilliam, do you ever hear me out until the end?
Yes… sometimes; but, the truth of it is you do go on and on about things and at my age it is sometimes difficult to stay awake throughout. I don’t suppose you could just come to the point?
Oh, all right. His intervention has been successful. Prince Albert I mean. Sutherland has been assured by the War Office that the worst of the tension is over, and hopefully the blockade is to be lifted soon. My daughter can return home by late January, her children will be over the moon, and Elizabeth and I can have our quiet life returned. Most importantly, your son will not be sailing into war.
Thank heavens for that. God bless Prince Albert. To think he was so ill during it all and none of us knew.
Yes. I wonder how many realize what a great loss his passing will be to our country. He was Her Majesty’s rock, her strength. She depended upon him for everything, both in their private life and with affairs of state.
Selfish of me to say this, I know, but I pray Albert’s passing will not rescind the truce.
No, it won’t, I’m certain of it. Mr. Lincoln was heard to comment the Americans should fight only one war at a time; and, at present, they’re fully occupied.
A quarrelsome lot, those people – I know, I married one.
And the luckiest thing that ever happened to you.
I agree completely. Well, with everyone flooding back into the city for one reason or the other this year you certainly won’t be having the big family Christmas in Derbyshire. Such a pity.
Then why are you grinning?
Stomach gas probably.
Sorry to disappoint but Christmas is my favorite time of year to be with the people I love most in the world, my wife, our children, our grandchildren, your children and grandchildren, our sisters, our nieces and nephews. Even you. We shall merely celebrate on a smaller scale, here in town. The place where we gather doesn’t matter, it’s the joy of being together that counts.
Charming. Let me know how you all get on.
Oh no. Not this year, Fitz. England has lost its Prince, we have been precipitously close to war again with America, my daughter is halfway around the world, her children in my home crying themselves to sleep each night from worry, and your son is commanding a battleship sailing into enemy waters. You are going to celebrate the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ this year or I’ll beat you senseless.
Fitzwilliam grunted over the bowl of his pipe. Well, when you sweet talk me like that, how can I refuse?
Chapter Two
By the third day after Prince Albert’s passing every mirror and lamp in the nation had been covered, blinds drawn, the city silent. Mourning black was everywhere – ribbons, wreaths, iron fences, doors, even the shining brass plates outside homes were shrouded. Omnibus drivers tied scraps of crepe to their whips.
Seemingly overnight there had emerged a public demand for mugs, plates, cartouches – anything and everything as long as it was emblazoned with Albert’s image. Photographic carte-de-visites of the Prince – 70,000 in all – were sold within a week of his death.
Then, of course, there was mourning fashion to purchase, de rigueur among the socially minded, as well as for their entire household staff. Aristocrats insisted upon being seen dressed in the most elegant costumes created by English couturier, Charles Frederick Worth, from the new world of ‘fashion design’.
Special material for these fashions was insisted upon as well – a lucrative bit of snobbery for Jay’s London General Mourning Warehouse in Oxford Circus.
And, although Darcy and Fitzwilliam profited tremendously from investments in the textile mills producing those materials, owned jointly by Darcy son-in-law Jamie Durand and his brother Alex, he would gladly give up all those profits – all he had in the world in fact – to have his beloved daughter, Anne Marie, returned safely to him; and, more importantly, to her worried children.
Lost in these thoughts during his morning stroll he failed to notice how the snow flurries were increasing or that the temperature was dropping – it was fast becoming the coldest December in years – or, that a strange carriage was parked on the street before his home.
Darcy’s groom saw his master approach and tipped his hat in greeting. G’day to ye, sir.
Jeffers, didn’t see you. Good day to you as well.
Shoulders hunched against the wind Jeffers hurried forward to open the large iron front gate, freshly painted in black. Looks like we’re in fer it, sir.
Good heavens, it really is shaping up to be quite a storm, isn’t it? You must be freezing, man. Why aren’t you inside with a hot chocolate?
Didn’t want t’leave this fellow alone out ‘ere, sir. ‘ired cabby. Poor lad’s been waitin’ for them what’s inside ‘bout an hour now.
Oh, I see. Well, this won’t do; shelter the cattle in our stable while I see who’s visiting. You can take the driver downstairs as well, get you both something warm to eat and drink from cook.
Thank ‘e, sir. That I will, sir.
Who could have shown up now? People Darcy hadn’t seen in years were returning to the city either to attend upcoming memorials planned for Prince Albert, or they were concerned by Parliament’s threats of war with America. London would certainly be crowded this Christmas holiday; however, there would be no large parties, no private balls, no concerts… so, why were they all gravitating to his house?
Before he even reached the door, the under-butler had it open and Darcy hurried inside. Ah, thank goodness for the ever-vigilant Brendan.
Good afternoon, sir.
It was not until he spoke that Darcy noticed his aged head butler, Winters, was sitting in the foyer as well. Sorry that I cannot stand at the moment, sir. No disrespect meant.
Darcy handed his coat, hat and gloves to a footman. Don’t be ridiculous. Winters, what am I going to do with you? Now, listen to me, it is beyond time you allow me to contact a physician about your knees. I know you’re not overly fond of the medical profession – no one is – but, they do have their occasional uses.
I thought we’d give it another week or so, Mr. Darcy, if you do not mind. Perhaps once the damp weather clears?
He can barely stand at all, sir.
The under-butler’s unsolicited comment was met with a glare from Winters. That is quite enough from you, child.
Yes, father – I mean Mr. Winters.
Darcy tried to keep the smile from his face. The ‘child’ was fifty years old, the father well into his eighties.
Tell Mr. Darcy about the visitors, boy.
I was about to…
Brendan closed his eyes in exasperation before he spoke. Mr. Darcy, you have visitors.
Yes, I gathered as much when I saw the hired cab out front. If I remember, Mrs. Darcy said something about one of the Welsh Bennet’s arriving in town this week, though I don’t recall which.
At the far end of the hall the door of the drawing room opened and Mrs. Darcy herself peeked out. Even after so many years the sight of her sent a warm thrill through him. Lizzy was his joy. And, there she is.
With her brightest hostess smile in place she turned to whisper something to whomever was in the room behind her then closed the door. Immediately, her smile vanished; she nearly ran down the hallway to greet him.
Elizabeth, whatever is the matter?
Thank goodness you’re here, you will not believe what’s happened.
She cupped his cheek with her hand. Heavens, you look dreadful.
Good to see you too.
His initial warmth at seeing her was paling a bit.
You have dark circles beneath your eyes and are trying to hide them by wearing your spectacles. It is probably because you tossed and turned all night.
She lowered her voice to a whisper. It was like sleeping with a sack full of hedgehogs.
And, how precisely would you know the feeling of sleeping with hedgehogs, Mrs. Darcy?
All those meetings at the War Office, meetings with lawyers, meetings with bankers… you know you work too much.
"And, you know you worry too much." To avoid prolonging this on-going discussion regarding his work habits he took her hands in his and kissed them. They were the happiest of couples, lovers and best friends – had been from the first moment they met. Well, to be honest, initially she had thought him too proud by far while he had experienced unwelcomed lust for a country girl socially far beneath him, and therefore unacceptable. What an idiot he’d been, wasting a single moment away from her for her family’s want of a ‘proper connection.’ Elizabeth Bennet was his one true love; always was, always would be. She had blessed him with three beautiful children and had brought with her the most contented years of his life. Wherever she was, was his home.
Even if she could be aggravating as hell at times.
You need a proper tea, I shall send downstairs for it straight away. Oh, no, that won’t do either. Oh, William! Your note promised you and Richard would be busy all day. You should leave.
You can be a very confusing woman at times.
Darcy rested his fists at his waist. Did you not just say…? Never mind; I thought you’d want to know about the news from America as soon as possible. Of course, it seems you’d prefer I go.
Stop! Don’t you dare leave now. It is war then. Oh, my poor little girl.
She was so worried about their daughter, so frantic, that he immediately forgot his pique and pulled her into his arms. "No, no, no. Calm yourself, dear. From what I’ve learned there certainly will be no war and I have been assured we shall be contacted as soon as the sea lanes are open again… unless something unforeseen weighs down the negotiations… which you know is always possible. After all, England is still outfitting ships for the Confederacy, although we claim neutrality in America’s, ah, conflict – forget I said that out loud. Why, there is every indication Prince Albert’s involvement defused the tensions completely! I sincerely doubt there is any cause for alarm… although the Prince’s death may delay things a bit..."
"William, it is exceedingly bothersome that you attach loopholes onto the end of every assurance. Now, how long is a bit?"
Perhaps till the end of January.
"End of the January! Are they mad? It could be very dangerous to cross the Atlantic if they wait that long! Oh no, no, no! Let me speak with these fools. I’ll tell them a thing or two. Yes, all right, I know I’m being unreasonable – but, when was a mother ever reasonable about her child?"
Well, certainly not often if you’re the norm.
Lizzy’s eyes sparkled with love for this man. He was the handsomest in all London – in all the world perhaps – at least to her he was. Beast. You’re little better.
Absolutely.
Darcy nodded in full agreement. Sutherland promised to contact me the moment he learns the blockade is lifted.
Or not lifted, he added to himself – better not give voice to another loophole…
What is it?
She stared at him so intently then that he wondered if she really could read his mind as she sometime claimed. It was unnerving. Marriage, at times, was an exhausting dance.
Listen to me. America has no more desire than we do for war, Lizzy. They want to end this, and for very practical reasons. They’re already at war among themselves. Apologies have been given and accepted; now Westminster merely awaits news of the Trent’s return. It’s nearly over, sweet. Be patient.
William, I am the very soul of patience; and, may I remind you it is still considered rude to laugh at your wife.
Sorry.
They should mandate mothers and grandmothers govern countries. None of this dawdling would take place, and all children, young and old, would be safer.
But then none of the nations would be speaking with each other.
That’s a terrible thing to say, especially since it’s probably true.
Laughing, she kissed his cheek. Did you hear anything of Her Majesty? How is she?
Inconsolable. Someone quoted her as saying, ‘this is like the flesh being torn from my bones’. Poor, poor woman; and, already rivals are jockeying for power. I only hope someone steps up and takes command soon.
What of the Prince of Wales?
He’s not his father, that’s for certain. He’s not even his mother.
Somehow this is not helping my nerves, William.
Sorry. I trust all will pass in time.
You always say that.
And, it’s never failed. Who are our visitors?
Good heavens! I nearly forgot about them.
She clutched his arm. William, I am terribly sorry about this, however you really do need to leave.
What? Don’t be ridiculous. Wait. Good god, it’s not Lydia and that new husband of hers, is it?
No, they aren’t expected until the Spring – unless I can find a suitable excuse to avoid them. Actually…
She glanced over one of her shoulders then the other. It is Sir Alex Durand. Yes. He was concerned over Anne Marie and Jamie’s situation.
Perfectly understandable. I did write him though. I suppose – wait, why are we out here whispering?
Darcy began to head for the drawing room. Let me speak with the poor fellow. He must be worried sick to have come all this way.
Not so fast, sir.
Lizzy clutched at his arm. "I wasn’t finished. They are in there."
"They? Who are they?"
Lizzy glanced again side to side.
Lizzy, for heaven’s sake just tell me and be done with it.
She leaned in. "Bridget is also here. And someone else as well – their son."
Oh. Well, I suppose it may be awkward with Bridget at first, since she was in our employ years ago. Lizzy, surely you aren’t still peeved at her for running off with Alex? By the way, did we know they have a child?
Sir Alex’s wife, Bridget, had been nursemaid to the Darcy’s granddaughter, Roberta, (now staying in their home while her mother, Darcy’s daughter Anne Marie, was being detained in Canada) when she suddenly left their employ and married Sir Alex Durand, the brother of Anne Marie’s husband Jamie Durand, changing the former servant relationship into what was now that of sisters-in-law.
It was complicated.
Yes, we knew they had a child. You sent them a lovely gift.
How thoughtful of me. Has Anne Marie ever mentioned him?
"She’s never met him," Lizzy added with meaning. You know very well Anne Marie felt uncomfortable visiting Sir Alex and Bridget at the family estate in Scotland because of her former relationship with Bridget. She felt badly at first, concerned that it might cause a strain between the brothers; but, it never did really. Whenever Jamie would visit Scotland he’d go on his own or with Roberta while Anne Marie remained behind with the other children. And, of course, whenever Alex would come to London for your yearly meetings, he was alone.
Amazing fellow with what he’s been through. How is he?
Lizzy sighed. He’s aged a great deal since he lost his leg, William.
She swallowed around the anxious lump forming in her throat before she went on. One other thing, William – now, please don’t argue with me – they’re staying at Claridge’s while they’re in the city.
Utter nonsense! Surely you’ve asked them to remain with us.
"Oh, I was afraid you’d say that, and please, William, do not offer. They’ve taken perfectly suitable rooms with Mr. Claridge; and, under the circumstances, I think it best they remain there. Now, go away."
Darcy was stunned by his wife’s comment. After all, Sir Alex Durand was family, or near enough. It would be beyond ill-mannered to not ask them to stay.
What possible reason could there be for them to remain at a public inn? No, that would be unpardonably rude. I’ve always liked and admired Sir Alex, his brother is married to our daughter! Besides, he’s a business partner of mine as well. Whatever has gotten into you, Lizzy? This isn’t like you.
His wife wasn’t even listening to him. Sorry, dearest, what did you say? Was that someone on the front steps? No? Thank heavens, must be the wind. Now listen. I have performed all the niceties, expressed your regrets and told them we will visit them tomorrow. We mustn’t delay them, they are about to leave – don’t spoil it!
Give me one good reason, Mrs. Darcy.
For what, dear?
For their remaining at the Claridge’s! I am not in the habit of insulting friends or family by not offering them the comfort of my home. Explain.
Mr. Darcy, it is not something I care to discuss in public.
We are not ‘in public’ though; we are alone in our own home.
Lizzy glanced about at the two butlers nearby, the three footmen… was he serious? "Oh, I do wish you’d listen. Trust me when I say this is neither the time nor the place to explain. It really is best for all concerned that they leave this house as soon as possible. Besides, Matthew and the girls may be returning any minute with this storm brewing."
Matthew is with the girls? That’s very kind of him, Roberta’s been so lonely without her mother, and she and Amanda have such a special friendship… however, I don’t see at all what that has to do with the Durand’s.
You will. Matthew and the girls left for the park over an hour ago. To skate. To practice. To practice skating. However, as I said, they may return early with this weather. Why are you staring at me like that? You know all the children are taking lessons.
I repeat. What has that to do with Sir Alex?
Would you just leave?
Elizabeth, step away from the door.
"Please do not go in there! There isn’t time. Oh, dear. Well, I tried to warn you."
Warn me of what? You make no sense at all.
Truly? I will in a moment.
Her arms crossed in front of her, Lizzy tapped her foot impatiently as her husband reached for the doorknob. She was obviously aggravated, but the Darcy family had long-standing values that were sacred.
Mrs. Darcy, after all these years I thought you understood me, felt as I do. Family always comes first. Sir Alex and Bridget – despite the fact that at one time she was a nursemaid in our home – are family.
Mr. Darcy! I like to think I’m not such a snob as all that.
Nevertheless, I will be offering them our hospitality during their stay, or until Sir Alex secures a permanent residence for them when Commons sits in spring; and, there is nothing you may say that will change my mind. Are we clear on this subject? Have you anything to add?
Only that you are a horrible beast, and I tried to warn you.
Honestly, Elizabeth,
Darcy huffed. There are times when you sorely try my patience!
He understood her reasoning within moments.
Chapter Three
Papa?
Matthew Fitzwilliam glanced down at the adorable child holding his hand, his beloved daughter, her cheeks rosy from the chill, her eyes bright with joy. He wasn’t biased in the slightest – however, Amanda Rose was the most beautiful, the most loving, the most brilliant child ever born. What is it, my darling?
Perhaps he was somewhat biased.
Don’t you just adore skating?
"Only when I’m with you and the little mischief maker