![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
{ psl: to london }
[ The last days of the year which were meant to be spent in merriment with family were unfortunately tainted at Longbourn by the failure of Wickham to return. At first Lydia seemed content to laugh it off, saying this was not the first time he'd done such a thing, but as the third day arrived with no word from him, Lydia began to show cracks in her carefree facade. The rest of the party was of course concerned and the Darcy family took their leave early as Mr. Darcy took it upon himself to track the scoundrel down. Georgina was saddened to have to leave the large family gathering early and both she and Kitty wept at the parting. To Mary, Miss Darcy gave real compliments towards her music and said how she regretted she could not have heard more in their time together. Thankfully she made no mention of Mr. Cartwright and the two shook hands and parted as budding acquaintances.
Days more passed and it seemed someone was hiding Wickham very well. Their loyalty to him was surprising because usually money would loosen the lips of his ilk, but no leads surfaced. Lydia declared that she had been used very ill and would not have him if he returned. Mr. Bennet wished to wash his hands of the whole matter but knew that under the eyes of his wife, his daughters, and even God that he simply would have to put up with his wayward child being in residence until after the baby was born.
Despite the tense atmosphere, there was one event that would be going forward despite the recent interruption. Kitty was to be married and to London she must go to purchase wedding clothes. Mrs. Gardiner invited Kitty and whoever else in the household was chaperoning her to stay at the Gardiner residence and plans were made. In the meantime the Bingleys took their leave as Jane felt she could do little more to calm Lydia during this time. As much as Lydia declared she was fine to ride in a carriage and simply must go to London, the town doctor disagreed and said she was to stay put for the rest of her confinement. Mrs. Bennet insisted that she had to stay with her dear child in her delicate condition and so it was put on Mary to chaperone Kitty to town where their aunt would be chaperone to both.
Mary naturally felt put upon at having to play a role in all this, but of course did not give voice to it as she might have once done. Kitty was trying to improve herself and even Lydia's unexpected return did not make her relapse into her old ways. She had become more cautious in her speech, less excitable about frivolous things, and when she was given the money for her clothes by their father, she met his eyes as he instructed her on its express purpose and nodded her head seriously. This new attitude made for a more pleasant carriage ride than Mary had been expecting and by the time they had reached London she somehow knew all there was to know about Kitty's intended and yet was not sick to death of the mention of him. Truly Kitty had grown if she had succeeded in not devolving into raptures.
The pair were greeted at the Gardiners' door by all of their cousins who had rushed out in excitement at the sight of the carriage they had been looking for through the window. Mrs. Gardiner soon joined them and all were ushered inside amid a great deal of chatter from the children. Naturally the Bennet sisters were given time to rest, but they would be attending the theater that evening and had to make ready to leave that evening. Mary disliked the speed which with things occurred in London, but she was also punctual and far from the last one downstairs to leave. Now she simply had to hope the performance was good and the crowds not too pressing. ]
no subject
although, it is possible miss kitty speaks of her betrothed as someone too dazzled by love to notice the imperfections. the rays of the sun that provide light and warmth can also scorch. but he shan't reproach her or her feelings. just because atticus closed his heart off does not mean he condemns others for not doing so as well.
miss kitty ends her story with an exclamation about her sister's ill look. as atticus turns his head to behold miss bennet's ailment, mr hickinbottom leaps from his chair and rushes over to aid her. in the ensuing disorder, no one should notice how atticus rolls his eyes and groans under his breath. the man is truly repugnant. miss bennet is wise enough to decline his help and hurries from the room with him close behind. barely looking up from his tea, atticus hisses, ) For heaven's sake, Hickinbottom, she is capable of remedying it herself.
( that is enough to dissuade mr hickinbottom from following her, and he returns to his chair, a frown pulling at his expression. miss bennet leaves behind an awkward scene, so mr gardiner breaks it, and clears his throat, standing up. "i'd say it's time we return to the office now, eh hickinbottom?"
he follows his boss's motion and stands, though reluctant. "so soon? i would very much like to wait for miss bennet to return so i can bid farewell."
atticus takes this as an opportunity and stands as well. if he should find miss bennet on the landing, he shall bid his farewell, but he has no intention of staying a moment longer to await her return. ) I, too, believe it is time I take my leave.
( as if on cue, the door leading to the hallway opens, but instead of miss bennet entering the room, tis the youngest gardiner, robert, a boy of barely eight. cheerfully, he greets his parents, "ahoy there, mama and papa. is tea finished yet?"
"not yet, robert. go back to the others," mrs gardiner replies, patient and serene in her voice and countenance.
under his mop of brown hair, the lad groans that his brother and sisters refuse to entertain him and his desire to play pirates, so he is bored. he squints, and his gaze turns to mr hickinbottom, then to atticus, then back to mr hickinbottom before finally back to atticus. "which one of you is the gentleman i've heard so much about?"
mrs gardiner's eyes widen just a little, and she immediately admonishes her son, "robert! that is impolite."
he bows. "pardon me then. i am robert gardiner, and i would be delighted to make the acquaintance of the well-travelled gentleman that mary and kitty often speak of."
before the well-travelled gentleman can respond, miss kitty cuts in to admonish her cousin. "robert! you shouldn't eavesdrop." it is fortunate that mary isn't here to listen to robert reveal each point of discussion shared in confidence between the sisters while naughty boys hide behind corners or under tables. nervously, she glances at mr cartwright, who appears amused instead of annoyed, like mr hickinbottom, or embarrassed, like his parents.
atticus laughs, and its warmth and genuineness put kitty and the gardiners at ease. he can hardly fault a child for bursting through their seams with spirit and enthusiasm so rarely seen or approved of in adults. ) That is I, Mr Gardiner. ( he takes his seat, and waves the boy over. ) Come. Keep your cousin's seat warm while we wait for her to return.
( robert happily takes the invitation and trots over to fill in the empty seat. the two gentlemen who remained standing also sit down. both mr hickinbottom and atticus have expressed (however enthusiastic) an interest in saying goodbye to Miss Bennet, so they both will linger longer. )
no subject
There have been periods where Mary scrutinized her every feature and just as many where she refused to look in a mirror. There have been times when she cursed her ill luck and times when she scolded herself for her vanity. Today Mary's eyes take in her features and conclude that she is nothing more than just plain. It is a good reminder to remain as she is and to not let the recent understanding of her heart give her grand ideas of things that shall never be. Satisfied that things will be the same moving forward, she returns to the group, a little annoyed to see Mr. Hickinbottom has not yet returned to his work but also pleased that Mr. Cartwright has yet to leave. ]
I apologize for my sudden departure. All is well.
[ Her little cousin stands from her seat and returns it to her, saying: "Mr. Cartwright was just about to tell us of his extensive travels." Mary's eyes travel to the man and a brief smile touches her lips. ]
I always enjoy hearing of the places he's been. It is good I have not missed it.
[ Robert is excited to hear about it and Kitty beckons him over to share her seat with her, scooting to one side of it. As the slimmest one here, it makes sense to her to share.
"Have you been to Corfu?" he asks, hands resting on his knees. "I read about a siege that happened there." ]
no subject
he does not like mr robert gardiner, nor does he find his antics amusing now that he is forced to stay longer and speak about himself and his travels. his eyes shift among the party, and all appear interested in what he will say. except, of course, for mr hickinbottom, where annoyance is barely restrained on the man's thin face. how terrible is it to finally share a common understanding with mr hickinbottom? a more immediate urge to leave overcomes atticus before they come upon yet another agreement. distance and fresh air will aid in regaining his senses and dislike for the man.
atticus shifts in his chair, uneasy. corfu is an enigma. though he did not experience the level of brutality his landbound compatriots did, he also bore witness to unspeakable acts. he had partaken in them, readily even. still, to attach remorsefulness or ruefulness to his confessions of these acts would be misleading. he does not regret his actions taken in corfu. and yet, he avoids reminiscing too deeply about his time there. like a scar, it is faded, hidden, even forgotten until touched or a storm creeps over the horizon. )
Many sieges have happened there. It is, after all, the bulwark of the Christian states against Ottoman power. Peculiar, given the island's origins as a martial gift from Poseidon. ( his eyebrows knit together as if he just noticed the peculiarity of it himself. )
For centuries, the Ottomans have laid siege to Corfu, and the Venetians have triumphed each time. On this occasion, however, we besieged the island against Napoleon. ( his jaw works, and thunder rumbles in his ears. not napoleon but donzelot — gentle, charming, and capable in his abilities and duty. yet war makes devils of them all. he clears his throat, hoping that is enough to liven his sullen expression. ) But, I hesitate to expound as the siege is so recent and, thus, coloured by bias and secrecy. Regardless, this is neither the time nor the audience to recount the story. Corfu is beautiful, however. Rugged mountains, half-crumbled ruins from the Byzantine days, and pristine waters as clear and blue as the sky. And its people — Homer wrote they eclipse the world in sailing, nimble footwork, dance, and song, and I believe it is still true today.
( though that is hearsay as atticus never had the opportunity to see for himself. in vain, the british royal navy lays siege to the island, and, in vain, they have not succeeded, aside from capturing donzelot's library. he can only speculate about the beauty found in corfu. with a rather rueful tone, he says, ) I apologise, Mr Gardiner, if that does not satisfy your curiosity, but that is all I can say for now. With every hope, the war should be over by the time you are old enough to travel, and you can see Corfu for yourself.
( and perhaps, by that time, atticus will find the fortitude to see corfu for himself as well. war has not stopped him from travelling and seeing the world. so why should he allow mere memories of war to stop him? )
no subject
"You mean to say that you lay siege to Corfu? You are in the military?" Mrs. Gardiner, who has not had such intelligence reach her ears as to Mr. Cartwright's career, interjects with her calm voice.
"I believe the gentleman speaks of the British Empire when he says 'we,' my dear." Though her eyes travel to the man in question so he himself may confirm her logic. Mary's eyes lock on him as well, and though she's never felt her heart flutter at the thought of officers as her sisters had, her mind briefly conjures images of a scarlet coat and a dark blue one. She wonders which shade would better bring out the brightness of his eyes. ]
I have read of such waters existing in the world. It is a shame they should be so far away from England, but perhaps the distance makes them feel more special to those who have not the luxury to view them regularly.
[ Not for the first time her mind wanders to a place where she indulges in the fantasy of travel with no restrictions. With no harsh conditions or dangers. Her mind would be expanded from the new experiences she would have. But alas, such dreams are better left on the shelf. She has her books to tell her of such places and that must be enough. ]
no subject
in the halls of bottreaux castle hangs a portrait miniature of atticus in his naval uniform, the dark blue of the wool jacket starkly contrasting the plain white backdrop. leastwise, it was when he last visited. in the portrait, he was a decade younger, and though untouched by war and hardship, his expression bore a somberness like that of a graveyard. still, his features retained a soft, almost angelic quality as if botticelli himself had put the brush to ivory (in actuality, it was the great miniaturist, john smart, highly regarded for his detailed and realistic portraits).
lord cecil, as he was then known, had recently received his commission as a lieutenant abroad the hms eagle. inside him burned a desire to experience the world and put forth his small measure of goodness and change. then six years of war refashioned him, and when it was time to renew his commission, he declined. a lack of advancement and ships to captain also ensured an easier decision.
nodding, ) Just so, ma'am. I speak of the general, as in "we had a lovely time at tea today."
( though that is perhaps inaccurate if the firm set of mr hickinbottom's jaw was an indication to the contrary. in that, atticus finds yet another point of agreement with the gentleman. this gathering for tea has not been lovely, and to him, it shall be remembered as one of the worst. mr hickinbottom's glare, however, which is intended to scorch atticus's face with the intensity of a thousand suns, is instead a much-welcomed warmth to his soul. the corner of his mouth turns up, and when he hears miss bennet's observation, he's almost beaming at the sight of mr hickinbottom's misery.
so his voice is lively like the activity just outside the windows when he replies, ) Perhaps Poseidon, still determined to proclaim his presence despite the absence of worship, ensures the colour and clarity of such waters. ( atticus knows it is not so. but pretending so gives him an odd comfort; to think that nothing perished, and that every being who loved and wondered somehow also never perished. )
no subject
Her son nods sagely, having learnt of Poseidon not so long ago in his studies. The boy could probably stay enraptured by what Mr. Cartwright says for hours more, but his mother does give a polite indication that tea is drawing to a close and he should return upstairs. Mr. Hickinbottom is eager to depart, but he wants Mr. Cartwright to leave first so that he can shower Miss Bennet with his attentions without interruption. Mary has seemed disinclined to really look his way and at her aunt's prompting she does her duty in stating what a pleasure it was to have the gentlemen join them, etc. To Mr. Cartwright, she adds: ]
Will you be in London for much longer, sir?
[ It would be a boon to spend time with him again before they depart for Hertfordshire once more and return to their normal lives. ]
no subject
while atticus does not share his father's arrogant pride, he would take a little offence at the presumption that he is without money and, therefore, without virtue. it is a prejudice he has endeavoured to avoid when he had money, title, and connections, and still, it follows him like a miasma. he is content with the things he has, and for the things he does not have, he does not work towards them with a slack hand. he is diligent in his dealings and careful in his attitude. never does the wish to harm the undeserving cross his heart, and it rarely does for the deserving (like mr hickinbottom).
although it is a concern not wholly without merit. being without personal fortune, miss bennet needs to secure a husband with current and future prospects.
so he confesses — he does agree with mrs gardiner. and if he suspected that miss bennet had formed an attachment to him, far exceeding what is appropriate to her status, he would be inclined to forgo visiting longbourn ever again. for her, their friendship may be a lark or a passing folly. knowingly or unknowingly is worth some debate, and perhaps one he shall engage in on the return travel to meryton. but he does not think this is the case. he prides himself on his ability to read people, and he believes miss bennet has been in want of companionship and excitement since her sisters have married and left. atticus's presence filled a void that will soon be replaced by her sister's wedding and her own not-too-distant nuptials. )
A few days more. ( sooner if he has his way. seizing the chance again, atticus stands to make his exit with the other gentlemen. ) Please forgive me, but I ought to leave now.
( "as shall we." mr gardiner kisses his wife on the cheek. "goodbye for now, my dear." mrs gardiner murmurs her farewells as all three gentlemen move towards the door and into the entryway. mr hickinbottom, however, lingers by the door, waiting for the opportunity to express his condolences about his sudden departure to miss bennet. already a plan forms in his mind to ask her for a drive in the park. perhaps the next evening or late afternoon at most likely hyde park, as it is the most popular of all the parks. he will have to see about borrowing a carriage, though some walk but that will not do for mr hickinbottom and his designs. before tomorrow, he will borrow a carriage and impress miss bennet with his riding skills.
just as atticus gathers his hat to depart, a small voice stops him. "are you leaving so soon, mr cartwright?"
atticus turns around, and it is young mr gardiner yet again, in front of him and staring up at him. forcing a smile, he apologises, ) I'm afraid so, Mr Gardiner.
( the lad pouts, "i had more questions to ask. but if you are leaving, i suppose i shall ask if you can answer just one more."
silently sighing to himself, atticus nods his head to give consent for the lad to ask his question. hopefully, it is simple enough that his answer can also be simple and brief.
"have you seen a camel?"
it is such an innocent question that it leaves atticus at a momentary loss for words. his smile becomes more natural, and mirth sways in his green eyes like the wind blowing through a meadow. he crouches down on one knee so they can speak to each other eye to eye, like proper gentlemen. ) Indeed I have. Not only that, I have ridden a camel with the Bedouin tribe in Northern Africa and even had the pleasure of being spat upon by one. ( his nose curls from the memory as robert gardiner laughs. truly, the lad is not bad. in him is a similar soul to atticus's: one that can hardly be contained in one's body and longs to see and experience new things and worlds. so atticus cannot begrudge the child for his questions, for he doubts he would've acted any differently if he met a man like himself as a child. it is just a tragedy that they find each other on a day when atticus has been locked in for too long and thus is not his normal self.
realising that mr cartwright's attention is diverted by mr gardiner's son, an unabated mr hickinbottom moves to an unattached miss bennet. what a perfect opportunity to present his invitation for the outing. he'll have to buy the brat a treat for the aid, however unintentional. )
no subject
And now that the gentlemen are leaving she feels she could do with some quiet time alone in her guest room, perhaps with a book. Sadly her thoughts are interrupted once again by Mr. Hickinbottom, who expresses his deep regrets in being parted from her so soon. His behavior this afternoon has been quite odd, but at no point has he been reprimanded by her aunt or uncle and she's left to wonder if this is common behavior for men in London. He goes on to suggest the two take a carriage ride in Hyde Park on the morrow and Mary's eyes widen slightly at the boldness of the invitation. ]
Excuse me, but I do not believe it would be deemed proper.
[ Her eyes flicker to her aunt, seeking guidance, and her aunt too looks a little rattled by the suddenness of Mr. Hickinbottom's favor for her niece.
"I am the height of proper and your reputation is my chief concern," he replies with condescension. "Hyde Park is a very public place and all would see we are behaving properly." Aunt Gardiner calmly states that to meet in Hyde Park and take a turn is perfectly acceptable if a chaperone is present, but to leave from this house and travel to Hyde Park alone would not be. And so Mr. Hickinbottom switches tactics and tries to draw in Mrs. Gardiner or Kitty to act as chaperone. Mary doesn't know how to properly give the signal to her relations that she has no desire to attend and after a great deal of hemming and hawing she finds herself obliged to go the next day, though she insists Kitty ride with them too. Such is fine with Mr. Hickinbottom. He'll try and find an excuse to leave Kitty behind. Surely an engaged girl will be fine left to herself for ten or twenty minutes.
This arrangement leaves Mary with unsettled feelings and she rises from her seat to force Mr. Hickinbottom to leave by her movements alone. If he insists on lingering she will have to draw him to the door and all but shove him out onto the stoop. Leaving the room and entering the hall, she comes across her cousin and Mr. Cartwright still having a conversation on camels. Robert speaks of his desire to ride one and Mary settles her hands lightly on the boy's shoulders as she stands behind him to address the gentleman. ]
Thank you again for visiting, sir. If I do not see you before your departure, we will meet again at home.
[ The smile she gives him is one of her rare ones, heartfelt and transformative as her eyes nearly sparkle. Her newly discovered feelings will be known to her alone, but they're precious to her and she can't help how she feels. However, as Mr. Hickinbottom moves closer to her the smile shifts into something tight and restrained as she nods to him. ]
My sister and I shall meet you tomorrow, sir.
[ And with that she nods to the footman to open the door before Hickinbottom can think up another reason to delay. ]