Duty and Desire chapter 5: Invitations

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October 1812

It had been several weeks since the disastrous encounter with Isabella and I had never been so angry, nor confused, in my life. Her family had turned out to be everything I feared; brash and unpolished, far from the rank I would be expected to find my wife. Yet, Isabella surprised me. She did not fawn over me, nor did she seek my attention, in fact she avoided me all together. It was confusing to say the least.

Emmett had been in Miss Swan’s company several times in the past weeks and his fondness for her seemed to be growing. I had yet to see any change in her demeanor toward Emmett, and was beginning to become concerned. It was no secret that Emmett was wealthy and would be a good match for any woman here.

The tabby mothers had long since given up any hope of catching me; I was apparently undesirable despite my income. It may have something to do with the general population’s opinion that I was a proud, disagreeable man. Let them think what thy wish, especially if it kept them away.

The Harpy was not at all pleased with Emmett’s apparent favoritism to Miss Swan, voicing her opinion whenever her brother was away. Although I agreed to a certain extent, it was his decision to make.

It was amusing, really. I thought hell would have to freeze over before I would ever agree with the shrew.

Thus far any engagements I attended, Isabella was either absent or would avoid me at all costs. I should be relived, I had managed to free myself from the entanglement of a most imprudent match, yet I was restless and unhappy. My poor attitude was beginning to reflect in my letters to Alice. I have only heard from her a few times, yet her concern was growing with each letter. Thinking back to her last letter, I realized just how concerned she was.

Dearest Brother,

I am glad to hear you arrived, and am pleased you find Hertfordshireto your liking; I am however sorry the people are not what you expected. I hope one day you will take me withyou, I would very much like to see it. I am curious about the assembly you mentioned. Was it well attended, were the neighbors friendly and obliging? You seem more forlorn than is your usual, did something happen there? I just want to see you happy, it breaks my heart to see you so lonely. You are a wonderful person Edward, and the best brother any sister could ask for. I am well here, Jasper calls on me daily. I am grateful to him; I know his position leaves him with little time. I would hate to be a burden to him, yet selfishly I depend on his coming. My lessons are going well, I practice everyday, when next we meet I will have learned two new pieces to play for you.

Take care Edward and know I think of you always,

Your loving sister

Alice Masen

No matter how awful my mood she would always comfort me over herself. I resolved to put her mind at ease and write her today after my engagement with Emmett... I was to ride out with him this morning to inspect the estate grounds. The two shrews were to have lunch with a lady they had invited, giving us the opportunity to be out for the morning.

The Netherfieldestate, while not grand, was large and comfortable; I could see Emmett being happy here. The house itself was well built, with several windows allowing for adequate light. There were a number of expansive grassy areas that could be made into gardens. I pointed out various walks which I felt with a little improvement could become nice shaded areas in the summer. There was a stream to the west of the house which Mr. Swan had pointed out as having very good fishing. Although Emmett was not much of an angler, it would be nice to have the varied sport. The gardens to the east were in desperate need of shaping, I believe at one time it had been a sculpture garden.

We slowed to a walk, the horses were tired and in need of water.

“So, what do you think, Edward?” Emmett’s expression was cautious.

“The property has a lot of potential. The house itself is well maintained and the grounds, with a little improvement, can be as fine as any estate.”

“Surly not as fine as Pemberley”, Emmett trilled, trying to imitate the harpy’s voice.

“I will not have our morning ride sullied with talk of her, Emmett. If you want my help please move to a different topic.”

“Very well, I’m sorry for goading you, Edward. Unfortunately you make it all too easy.” He laughed.

“I really do appreciate the time you have taken to help me here, and for all of your advice. It really means a lot to have a good friend one can always count on.” His expression was serious.

“There is another matter which I would like your advice. I have seen a lot of Miss Swan recently, and I really feel as if there is a connection there. She is beautiful and shy, yet I can tell there is a fire to her that is rarely seen by others. I truly feel I could be happy with her.”

I needed to weigh my words carefully; while I did feel that Emmett could make a better match for himself, it was not my place to interfere in his choice of wife. Rosalie Swan was the daughter of a gentleman, and although they were not wealthy they still held that distinction. Emmett could afford to marry a woman regardless of her dowry. And he did not have the contention of rank preventing the match either. With each passing reflection I felt the chasm between Isabella and myself grow wider. It would not be possible for me to marry her, my mind was resolute but my heart was breaking. I was confused as to why I felt this way. I should be able to put her from my mind as easily as any other woman.

Enough! I needed to focus.

“I think Miss Swan has many amiable qualities. From what I have observed she is beautiful and soft spoken and she seems genuine in all her opinions. I will caution you, however. The family, while being land owning gentry, is far from what I would consider a good match for you. Make sure of her feelings and yours before connecting yourself with such a family.”

Emmett was quiet for a moment and I was beginning to think I had offended him somehow.

“Edward, I can see where your observations are warranted, and I thank you for being honest with me. I will take your advice and be sure of my feelings before acting further. As for the family, I know the mother and two younger sisters can be a bit overbearing.”

Biting my tongue while thinking, Is that what they are calling it these days?

“I am sure the younger sisters will calm down over time; you should know what it is like to have a younger sister. I am sure it wasn’t easy raising Alice.”

Blackjack whinnied as I pulled sharply on the reigns, halting our progress sharply.

What!

“I assure you, Emmett, Alice has never given me any trouble, and I would ask you not to include her in the same category as those girls!”

Angry at Emmett for bringing up the one topic which still caused me pain, I kicked Blackjack into a hard run. Emmett, though stunned, managed to follow close behind. I knew he was confused about what was wrong, but I could not offer him the truth. Alice’s reputation was not something I would risk. I would apologize and hope he would leave it at that.

As we reached the stables I dismounted and handed off the reigns before turning to see a very apologetic Emmett.

“Edward, I am sorry, whatever I said to offend, I beg you pardon.”

I was thoughtless; he did not have all the facts and did not deserve to think he had erred.

“Emmett, it is I who should apologize. It has been difficult raising Alice and trying to live up to the expectations my parents would have had of me. I just pray I have done a proper job.”

My chest clenched with unspoken emotion. I rarely thought about my parents, it was still too painful.

“I am sorry Emmett, you did not deserve my temper and you have always been a good friend.”

His face visibly brightened.

“Thank you for apologizing Edward, no offence was taken I assure you.” He grabbed my hand and shook it vigorously.

“Shall we see what havoc my sisters have wrought this morning?” I may have apologized but I was not about to offer myself up as a sacrificial lamb.

“I am feeling rather tired Emmett; I think I may rest a bit.” I believe I sounded convincing.

Laughing Emmett replied. “Not a chance, if I have to face them then so do you. What are friends for, remember.”

Damn, how does he do that?

“Very well,” I reluctantly agreed.

We entered the house and were immediately overtaken by a panicked Tanya. She actually looked frightened.

“Tanya, what’s wrong?” Emmett said with real concern.

“Emmett, thank heavens you’re home. Miss Swan has taken ill and I don’t know what to do. What if I become sick?” She was screeching.

I rolled my eyes, whatever sympathy I felt immediately disappeared.

“Tanya, slow down. Please explain what happened,” Emmett said in a calm voice.

“I invited Miss Rosalie over for lunch, and she arrived on horseback soaked through. We tried to warm her by the fire but by then she started having coughing fits and passed out. Do you think she is contagious, are we all going to die?”

She was borderline hysterical at this point and it was becoming ridiculous; it was likely just a cold.

“Did you send for a doctor, Tanya?” Emmett asked.

Tanya, still too far gone, only shook her head no.

Emmett sucked in an angry breath.

“I am disappointed that you would be so thoughtless about Miss Swan, only concerned about your own welfare. I know you would expect better if you ever fell ill.”

With that Emmett strode away, no doubt to call a doctor and to see for himself the exact condition Miss Rosalie was in.

As soon as Emmett was out of ear shot Tanya visibly calmed, seemingly unfazed by her brother’s set down. Lauren, who had stayed silent during the entire exchange, was sitting in the corner.

“We were able to have some conversation with Miss Rosalie before she passed out. Did you know, her relations are in trade and live in Cheapside?” She sneered before continuing.

“The uncle is a doctor and the sister’s husband is an attorney. With these low connections Emmett cannot be serious about Miss Swan, and don’t even get me started on the family.”

I did not ask you to speak at all, actually, I prefer when you say nothing.

I concentrated on the painting in front of me; it was the only way to maintain my calm.

I focused on the water’s texture and colors, several blues all mixed together to create an impression of depth. The water looked unnaturally turquoise; the white sandy beaches looked exotic and inviting. No doubt this was offshore from Antigua or another plantation island in the Caribbean. The ship in the painting appeared to be a frigate, 17th century perhaps. The sails were unfurled and it looked as if it was painted as the ship was reading for its voyage. My eyes followed the intricate lines and detail…

“Edward! Are you listening? You must help us.” Lord, could her voice sound even worse?

What was she asking? She wanted my help?

Not a chance, I would sooner gouge out my eyes.

“Help you with what? I fail to see how I can be of any service in this matter.”

There, although I had not heard her requests, my answer should be ambiguous enough to satisfy her.

“We need your help in separating Emmett from this Rosalie. She will ruin him and through him I, this should be of concern to you.”

I am sure my expression was one of incredulous disbelief. She really believed she had a chance with me. It was just beyond pathetic.

“I have no intention of meddling in your brother’s affairs. It is his decision to make, and as his sister, it is your duty to support him.”

I’d had enough of them and whatever they were plotting, I wanted nothing to do with it. I strode to the door only to run into a very concerned and tired looking Emmett.

“The doctor informed me that Miss Rosalie is suffering from a cold, the fever is mild and should pass with rest. I sent a letter to Longbourn apprising them of the situation and to let them know she will be our guest until she recovers.”

I could hear the shrew groan behind me, and quickly cut off any retort with my own.

“I think that is excellent Emmett, I hope the young lady recovers quickly.”

“Yes, dear brother, she is such a dear sweet girl and we are so fond of her.”

I had to hold in a gaff, how she could spew those lies with such false sincerity was frightening.

Having had enough I excused myself to clean up after this mornings ride.

After the trying and ridiculous display this morning I took the opportunity to walk out after taking lunch with Emmett. He seemed very concerned about the health and well being of Miss Swan. Emmett was a caring man, he was a loyal friend and would see to her every comfort. I was more concerned with how quickly he was becoming attached. Although I knew he could do better for himself in terms of wealth and family, Miss Swan seemed to bring out something new in him. Many of the women that caught his eye were only a passing fancy, forgotten a fortnight later. I kept walking in circles similar to my thoughts. The fall breeze was soothing with its cool crisp smell. The leaves crunched under my boots, their colors faded to brown from their brilliant fall hues. If Emmett was indeed serious about Miss Swan, I would support him. Although, once his marriage took place contact between us would be limited. Unless there was some way to separate himself from her family, perhaps another estate in a different county, far enough away to make travel difficult?

I turned again, walking toward the wooded area, still lost in my thoughts. A splash in the stream ahead interrupted my thoughts; I lifted my head to discover the source of the intrusion. Half expecting it to be an animal I was shocked with the sight of Isabella running across the stream. I stared at her in surprise; she had pulled her skirt and petticoat up in an attempt to stay dry. My eyes followed her stockings until they met a pair of creamy colored thighs. My brain was screaming to look away, this was not the behavior of a gentleman, but it seemed I had no willpower. Isabella walked towards me, flushed, wet and covered in mud. Her eyes were hard and yet they still had the glimmer I remembered from our encounter. I was unsure whether she was real or just an apparition of my overactive imagination. As she neared her somber expression left little doubt she was real, as well as the reason for her visit.

Curtsying, “Mr. Masen, I have come to inquire after my sister, if it is not too much trouble would you please take me to her?” Her tone was neutral, no hint of anger.

I took in her appearance and was shocked as I recognized that her boots, petticoat and part of the hem of her dress was caked in mud and dirt.

Hadn’t she just walked through the stream?

“You came here on foot?” I enquired, still in shock. I mentally calculated the distance; it must have been at least two miles.

“Yes sir, as you see, I do not have a horse hidden behind me, nor a carriage. Otherwise I would have arrived sooner and would not have disturbed you. Now, if it would not be too much trouble could you please take me to my sister?”

Yes, stubborn and feisty.

I did not want to provoke her further so I simply bowed and gestured for her to follow me. We walked in silence, neither one wanting to break the carefully crafted truce. I wish I knew her thoughts. I was positive she though of me as a villain. I had kissed her, and then flatly refused to stand up with her, not to mention insulting her. The only pressing question was why she did not press my honor and demand I marry her, I would have had to oblige. I imagine her mother knew nothing of our encounter. She would be at the Netherfield steps with a preacher in tow within the hour. Deciding it would do no good to dwell on it, I resolved to put it from my mind.

As we walked I focused on Isabella. I gathered from our two unexpected encounters that she was an excellent walker and must have a strong stamina for a female. Her hips swayed gently as she walked almost in rhythm to some unheard music. It was mesmerizing. She was beautiful, but that was not enough.

We entered the house and I escorted her up to her sister’s room, where she paused before going in.

“Thank you Mr. Masen.” And with that simple thanks she slipped into the room.

Later that evening Emmett came down for dinner, yet Isabella had chosen to stay with her sister. I was impressed with her devotion to her sister; she cared more for her than the possible advantage of dining with us. It was, however, puzzling.

After a rather quiet dinner, Emmett asked me to join him upstairs. He wanted to check on Miss Rosalie and Miss Isabella. As we ascended the steps Emmett was unusually quiet; perhaps Miss Rosalie was worse off than we thought. We reached the door to her chambers and Emmett knocked softly. An elderly man, whom I assume was the doctor, opened the door.

“How is she?” Emmett implored.

The doctor launched into long tiresome explanations about colds and fevers, yet I could only focus on the scene in front of me. Isabella was seated on the edge of the bed, her back to me. She was leaning over tending to her sister. With a cloth she repeatedly supplied cool water to her sister’s brow in an attempt to break the fever. She had soft, careful movements, almost methodical in the way she moved her body, it was mesmerizing to watch. Her hair was tied back into a crude style, her face flushed from the warmth radiating from the fire. No doubt she was tired, dirty and uncomfortable. Yet none of that matter, all that mattered was her sister. Such devotion was impressive; I was stunned with every new facet of her character.

Emmett and the doctor were just finishing their conversation as I tore myself from the intimate scene before me.

“Well, if you are satisfied that a few days rest will aide in her healing, I insist she stay here until she makes a full recovery. Miss Isabella, I insist you stay as well. Your sister will want a familiar face as she is here with us,” Emmett pleaded.

Isabella turned in surprise, no doubt she expected to return home tonight and come again tomorrow.

“That is very kind sir, you’re certain? I do not want to inconvenience you.”

“I am certain, in fact I insist.” Although he was never a harsh man Emmett’s size could be rather intimidating, yet Isabella seemed perfectly at ease with his request.

“Then I am happy to accept sir, thank you for all you have done for my sister.” She looked down as she smiled, damn she was beautiful.

So soft it was almost a whisper, Emmett muttered.

“I only wish I could do more.”

With that we bid them goodnight. As we returned to the others, I tried to process this new turn of events. Isabella would be a guest here; we would be thrown together more often. This would either end well or, I feared, very badly.