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Title: Elizabeth

Disclaimer: The characters of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB, and UPN. They are not mine and no infringement is intended.

Couples/Category: M/L, AU

Rating: TEEN

Summary: A Jane Austen version of Max & Liz's story.

Author's Note: Okay, so I am now procrastinating over my study, and thought I would post another fic. This is the first one I wrote, when I was going through my Jane Austen phase, but never posted it because, well, I thought it sucked. So here it is so you can judge for yourself. It's a little bit of 'Pride & Prejudice', 'Emma' and 'Persuasion'...


CHAPTER ONE

Elizabeth Parker was the only child of a wealthy family residing in the neighbourhood of Huntingdon in the south of England. Consequently Elizabeth was the sole heiress of a large fortune and her family’s extensive estate. This was not, however, her most appealing characteristic, as she was a beautiful young woman with strong morals and good principles. As a child she was obedient, as a student she attended her studies with exceptional dedication, and as a young lady she was generous to the less fortunate. Many nearby poor families were thankful for her extraordinary charity and kindness when she came to visit them, always bearing gifts. Elizabeth was esteemed by all who knew her for her goodness and gentleness, and admired for her beauty and charms.

On reaching her seventeenth year, Elizabeth’s parents, Sir Jeffrey and Lady Nancy, thought it time for their daughter to be introduced to wider society. This occasion was to be marked by the giving of a ball, to which the young ladies and gentlemen from the surrounding district would be invited. The invitations were duly sent, and the preparations soon began.

Of those who were invited was Elizabeth’s best friend, and closest neighbour, Isabel Evans, who lived at Stanley Park. Elizabeth and Isabel had been close friends for a long time, each born within the same month of the same year. Neither of them having any sisters of their own for companions, formed a natural attachment, and became as close as any sisters could be. On news of the ball Isabel was as excited as Elizabeth, she too being so little in society. Her mother had died when she was young, and her father paid little attention to his only daughter. Had it not been for her elder brother Max to look out for her, she would have experienced no society at all.

Max Evans was three years her elder, and was a very loving brother, always ensuring that his sister was cared for. Isabel looked up to Max almost as a father, due to the lack of notice she received from her own. They had a very close relationship that is very seldom see between a brother and sister. Elizabeth, having no siblings of her own, envied their bond, but both Isabel and Max were always sure to ensure that Elizabeth did not feel excluded.

From her childhood Elizabeth had formed a very strong attachment to Max, stemming from an incident that occurred when she was just a little girl. The Parkers and the Evans’ had been on a picnic together, and the children had gone off to play with Max’s dog in a nearby field. There were a number of horses in the field, and Max’s dog, not yet obedient, nipped at the leg of one of the horses. This caused the horse to bolt directly towards Elizabeth who was busy picking wildflowers. Elizabeth was frozen to the spot with fear and was sure to be trampled, when Max came to her rescue. He threw her out of the path of the oncoming horse, saving her life. Since then she nicknamed him her ‘guardian angel’, and she formed a very strong love for him. An attachment formed so early in life is hard to break, and Elizabeth had never met another man who compared in her mind to Max Evans.

On this particular day Elizabeth had gone to Stanley Park to talk to Isabel about the ball, and as females do, discuss what they were planning to wear. Max had entered the room with a friend, Alex Whitman, unknown to the ladies, who continued their chatter. After a few minutes of listening he interrupted them.

“Listen to their banter Alex. Anyone would think they have never been to a ball before.” Max jested.

“Max, how long have you been standing there?” Isabel asked startled.

“Long enough to hear that you can’t decide what to wear between your yellow or blue gown. I don’t know why you are worrying so much when you have more important things to concern yourselves with.” He answered his sister.

“And what would that be brother?”

“Why, who you are to dance with of course, and Alex and I are here on that very subject.” He said, and turning to Elizabeth he continued, “Miss Parker, if it would please you, I would like to engage you for the first two dances.”

“And I to you Miss Evans.” Alex Whitman asked Isabel, following Max’s example.

Both young ladies accepted with delight, and were happy for the rest of the day. Elizabeth in particular was overjoyed, and could not sleep that night from sheer excitement. She could not help thinking to herself about how wonderful it was that on her big entrance to society, Max would be by her side.


CHAPTER TWO

The night of the ball soon came, and the guests began to arrive. Elizabeth watched from an upstairs window, admiring all of the elegant ladies and charming men alighting from their carriages. She had often seen the same people assemble for her parents’ parties, when she had secretly snuck out of bed to take a peek. Elizabeth had always dreamed of the time when she would be old enough to join them, and finally that moment had arrived. As she was standing by the window, her mother bustled into the room.

“Well, are you ready my dear? It is time for you to come downstairs to great our guests.” Her mother stated.

Elizabeth nodded her reply, turning away from the window.

“I must say, you look beautiful tonight my dear.” Lady Nancy said as she gave Elizabeth a quick kiss on the cheek. “Now let us hurry down to our guests. We must not keep them waiting.”

The guests were greeted in turn, and Elizabeth thought she managed very well saying something polite to each person, some of whom she had never seen before. She knew she would never remember all of their names, but hoped they would forgive her. Elizabeth was beginning to tire, being astounded at how many people had come that night, when a familiar face was before her.

“Good Evening Elizabeth,” Max bowed, “I hope you are ready for some dancing. You see I am wearing my dancing shoes, I do not plan to sit down all evening!”

“I am delighted to hear it! There is nothing that I like better than dancing, and I am glad you feel the same way on the matter. We shall get on famously.” Elizabeth replied with a laugh. Max proceeded to greet Elizabeth’s parents, and Isabel moved up to greet Elizabeth.

“Oh I am so excited. To think, our first ball! I don’t want this night to end!” Isabel burst out.

“I am sure after two hours of dancing you will not think so! But yes, I know what you mean.” Elizabeth replied. Momentarily Mr Whitman walked over and offered his arm to Isabel and led her into the ballroom.

Elizabeth greeted the last few guests before she herself entered the crowded room. At first she was overwhelmed by the sight of the room decorated and lit with hundreds of candles. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she stepped over the threshold. This would be a night to remember.

The band began to tune up, and the guests took their cue to make their way to the centre of the room. Max appeared by Elizabeth’s side and led her to the top of the row.

“Nervous?” he asked as he escorted her to her place.

“Not so much as overwhelmed. I have dreamt of this ever since I was a little girl, and now it is happening. It feels like a dream.” Elizabeth replied.

“Then I shall have to be on my best behaviour and ensure that I don’t step on you with my two left feet! We can’t ruin the moment.” Max replied with a laugh as the music began to play. Elizabeth could not help thinking to herself that nothing could ruin the moment as long as he was dancing with her.

During the next two dances, Max continuously chattered away, making himself agreeable, with his lively conversation and imitations of some of the notables in the room. Elizabeth was highly amused, and could not remember a time when ten minutes had passed so quickly. Before the end of the second dance, Max looked at Elizabeth seriously for a moment, and said,

“Miss Parker, I must say that you are looking remarkably handsome this evening, I am afraid you have made the other young ladies in the room look ill in comparison. They are all looking at you in envy.”

“If indeed they looking at me in such a way, which I am sure they are not, it must be because I am dancing with you.” Elizabeth flattered in return, somewhat modestly.

“This will not do. I pay you a compliment and you do not accept it. Next time I will make sure I ask Isabel to flatter you on my behalf, and maybe then you will believe it!” Max joked as the song was ending. Elizabeth was disappointed that their dances had ended so soon, but Max parted with a promise to dance with her again that evening.


CHAPTER THREE

Throughout the night Elizabeth had many partners and many more dances, during which Max’s eyes were fixed on her whenever possible. At one such moment he was dancing with his sister Isabel, who could not help remark on his inattention to herself.

“Max, what has been captivating your thoughts this evening? I fear you have been neglecting some of the young ladies who had their hopes set on dancing with you this evening. You don’t seem to be your usual charming self.” Isabel interrupted him, waking him up from a daydream.

“I apologise Isabel, I have been slightly preoccupied tonight. I have been musing over the great difference I see in your friend tonight. She is quite enchanting.” He replied. Isabel followed his eyes to see which ‘friend’ he had been referring to.

“Now I understand what has been distracting you all evening. But really Max, are you only beginning to notice this? You must have spent the last few years wearing blinkers not to have noticed her before!”

“Well now those blinkers have definitely been removed...” He said as the music stopped and they were forced to end the conversation.

Later in the evening, Max glanced around the room and could not see Elizabeth among the dancers, nor among the ladies sitting closer to the fire. As he was walking to the adjoining room to see if she was seated down to cards, he saw her alone outside on the balcony. He quickly ducked out the nearest doors and stood against the wall to watch her. She was looking up to the stars and the moon, which cast a glow on her face and figure. He had an image come to mind of Elizabeth as an angel or mystical nymph from a fairy tale. Max walked slowly towards her, so silently that she was not aware he was there until he was immediately beside her. She jumped with a start, but soon saw it was Max who had interrupted her musings.

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. I just thought you shouldn’t be out here alone.” He said with a smile.

“And why not? Do you think me likely prey for a vagrant? Or do you believe in vampires Mr Evans? Perhaps you have been reading too much of Mary Shelley and her Frankenstein?” Elizabeth teased in return.

“On a night like this I would not be surprised if they were about, being a full moon and all. And I am sure that the vampires could not go past that beautiful neck of yours.” He began, touching her neck as he spoke.

She shivered as he touched her. “You are cold. Here, take my coat.” He said as he took of his coat and put it around her shoulders.

Elizabeth tried to protest, but he would not take no for an answer. The coat still retained his warmth and scent, and Elizabeth could not help taking a deep breath and pulling the coat around her.

They were both silent for a moment, taking in the scene of the moonlit grounds beneath them. Max was the first to break the silence.

“So what are you doing out here alone? Do not tell me you have had enough of dancing?” he asked.

“No, not at all. I just found that I needed some fresh air to cool me down after so much exertion. It is so beautiful out here. I often come here when there is a full moon to look at the reflection on the lake. Everything looks so mystical and mysterious in the moonlight. I long to be down there among it.”

“Oh, but you are. Your brown hair has turned silver in the moonlight, like the halo of an angel.” Max said as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

Elizabeth blushed deeper, and hoped it would be disguised by the night. Max remembered himself, and took his hand away, turning back to look at the moon.

“Are you enjoying yourself tonight Mr Evans?” Elizabeth stammered. “I saw you found enough willing partners to satisfy your desire for dancing.”

“So you have been watching me tonight Miss Parker? Tell me, did I step on too many feet or make too many wrong turns?” He replied, much more like his usual lively self.

“From what I could see, you underestimate your dancing ability. Any woman would be delighted to dance with you.” Elizabeth complimented, remembering how happy she was herself.

“And I noticed you had many partners yourself. I can tell you there were many happy gentlemen in the room tonight ... Oh, but I forgot, I must not flatter you. Where is Isabel? I must fetch her to tell you so herself.” Max said, pretending to turn to get Isabel.

“No, I insist. Stay Mr Evans, I will accept your compliment, although I doubt the truth of it.” Elizabeth replied, not wanting him to leave her side.

“Well that is a start. I shall have to remember to halve my flattery, and you must promise to accept it twice as often.” He joked. Elizabeth could only blush. She was not used to being complimented, but coming from Max it was even more flattering.

The music began for the final dance, and Max remembered his promise to dance with Elizabeth again that evening. He led her to the dance floor where they joined the other remaining couples. The dance seemed to go so quickly for Elizabeth as she was having so much fun, and was enjoying the pleasure of being so near Max. It was soon at an end, and they were required to part. The guests began to filter out as one by one the carriages were called, and Elizabeth retired to her bedchamber.

She tried to sleep but found she could not. Every conversation she had with Max kept running through her head. He had been so attentive, different than his usual behaviour towards her. In the past he had been kind, but tonight he seemed intent to please, and went out of his way to flatter her. And oh, when he touched her, it sent shivers down her spine. Was he beginning to feel something towards her, or was he just being a friend? She could not work it out, but eventually fell asleep with dreams of dancing and moonlight floating through her head.

On the short drive home, Max and Isabel talked of the ball.

“You seemed to be enjoying yourself immensely tonight Max,” Isabel began, “with one lady in particular.” She finished flashing a quick smile at Max.

“I don’t know who you could mean.” Max quickly replied, not returning Isabel’s glance but unable to hide a smile.

“I shall describe her for you if you are indeed ignorant of whom I am referring to. She is petite, with long brown hair, deep brown eyes, captivating smile, and oh yes, happens to be my dearest friend in the world.” Isabel answered.

“You described her perfectly, except you forgot to mention her sweet voice, charming manners and delightful laugh. Yes Isabel, I had a wonderful time this evening. Why did you never remind me before what an angel she is?”

“I thought both your eyes and ears would have told you long ago. You are a bit slow off the mark Max.”

“Well I have a lot of catching up to do now don’t I? What would you say to paying our friend a visit tomorrow? Or perhaps a picnic?” Max suggested.

“Careful brother, I do not want any hearts to be broken. Elizabeth is like a sister to me, and it would please me more than anything else in the world to have her to be my real sister. But please, do not lead her on if you have no grander intentions. I could not lose her as a friend.” Isabel begged.

“You can trust me Isabel.” Max said, as they pulled up outside Stanley Park.

sam_me - Okay - now I'm busted. Does Huntingdon actually exist? Obviously, never having been there, I've based it on Highbury in 'Emma' (I hope it doesn't disappoint).

Kittens - your foreboding is probably well founded, otherwise it would be a very short story!

maya - enchanting?! (you made me blush!)


CHAPTER FOUR

The next day Elizabeth was saddling up her horse to take a ride around her father’s estate. She loved the thrill of a quick gallop, but also a slow meander through the woods. Just being on horseback made Elizabeth feel alive, as though she was as fast and strong as any man. She was just coming out of the stables when she saw Max and Isabel ride up on their own horses.

“What a coincidence,” Max began, “we were just on our way over to see if you would like to join us for a ride and a picnic. Will you come?” he asked.

“It would seem that you have read my mind. There is nothing that I would rather do than share my ride with the both of you.” Elizabeth replied, not believing how well the day was beginning.

The three friends rode off together towards Baker’s Hill where Max had ordered a servant to set up a picnic lunch for them. They began slowly, riding next to each other and talking about the ball the night before. Max was amusing them with more imitations of the guests, until they were in fits of laughter.

The trail ahead of them began to slope downwards into a valley, and Max and Elizabeth, both eager to ride faster, left Isabel behind to race each other down the hill. By the time Isabel caught up to them, they had reached the top of the next hill, where their lunch had been laid. They had dismounted from their horses and were admiring the view over the surrounding area.

“This is one of my favourite places in all of Huntingdon. I come here by myself to just sit and look over the world. Everything is so still and perfect, as though, without me in it, the world stops moving.” Elizabeth explained.

“I believe the world would stop if you were not there to brighten the landscape.” Max replied.

Max smiled as he saw Elizabeth blush in embarrassment, and as Isabel had now joined them, invited them both to come and eat. Exhausted by the ride, the ladies willingly agreed, and sat down with Max on the rugs that had been laid out.

When they had all heartily consumed too much food, they decided to take a walk to the nearby fields which were covered in yellow wildflowers. Like children, Max and Elizabeth began running down the hill to the nearest field, laughing together, while Isabel watched from the top of this hill. They were almost to the bottom when Elizabeth tripped over a hidden rock, and tumbled down the hill. Max ran over to her, to see if she injured, and found her laughing to herself.

“No broken bones I see.” Max said, not able to help but laugh himself when he knew that Elizabeth was not hurt.

“No, just a sore wrist, that is all.”

“Then I shall kiss it better.” Max said as he bent down and gently kissed her hand. “But no more running for you. We shall take the rest of the day at a leisurely pace.” He said as he helped Elizabeth to her feet. Elizabeth only laughed at him some more, trying to disguise the feelings that his kiss had created within her.

Isabel caught up to them again, and when she was finally satisfied that Elizabeth was all right, she commanded her brother to pick them some flowers while they rested on a nearby log. Max willingly obeyed, and the next half an hour was spent by the ladies laughing at Max, who was doing his best to amuse them.

“I am so lucky to have a brother like Max. He is so kind to me.” Isabel began on a more serious note.

“Do not say any more or you shall make me envious. Having no siblings myself I cannot imagine what it is like to have an older brother to look after me.” Elizabeth replied.

“Max does very well at filling that position don’t you think? He was very attentive to you last night.” Isabel said, watching the expression on Elizabeth’s face.

“Yes he is a very good friend.” Elizabeth said, trying to sound light-hearted, but could hear the disappointment in her own voice. She wished so hard that Max could be more than a friend or brother, but tried very hard to feel content with having him as just a friend. She did not want to confide in Isabel the feelings she had for her brother, fearing it would ruin their friendship, and Isabel did not chose to pry any further.

Their silence was soon interrupted by the return of Max, carrying armfuls of flowers. He bowed as he presented a bunch each to both Isabel and Elizabeth, who accepted them with a curtesy, before they all burst out laughing at their formalness.

The sun was beginning to get low in the sky, so Max offered an arm each to his sister and Elizabeth to escort them back up the hill. They had a happy journey home, which proceeded at a much slower pace than the earlier journey had been. The horses themselves seemed to feel the fatigue of their riders and were content simply meandering along.


CHAPTER FIVE

For the next fortnight the three friends seemed to meet each other every day one way or another. Either the two siblings met Elizabeth out riding her horse or walking through the orchard, or they were engaged to dine at Beechwood manner. Elizabeth could not remember ever being happier than she was for those few weeks, and every day seemed to give her a new pleasure. Max was increasingly more attentive, and she could help but feel that perhaps he had stronger feelings for her than she had ever believed possible. She tried not to dwell on that thought, and reminded herself that it was enough to be near him, she would be content with that.

On one particular sunny day, Elizabeth was sitting in the orchard below an apple tree reading. She heard footsteps come up behind her, and on turning around saw Max coming towards her.

“Sorry. I did not mean to startle you. And I have interrupted your solitude.” Max said.

“Don’t be sorry, the interruption is very welcome. I was just taking advantage of the glorious day by taking my book outside, but it is much nicer to spend a day like this with company.” Elizabeth said as she put her book down. Max immediately picked it up to see what she had been so intently reading.

“Ah, Romeo and Juliet, the tragedy of two star-crossed lovers. Let me see if I remember ... But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou her maid art far more fair than she ... one of the greatest love stories ever told.”

Elizabeth was in disbelief at Max’s appreciation for Shakespeare, and his ability to quote the play from memory, and with such expression.

“I can see you are surprised. And you are thinking to yourself, ‘handsome and talented!’.” Max joked.

“I confess you did surprise me, but how do I know that you did not just learn that speech to impress young ladies such as myself?” Elizabeth teased.

“Let me prove it to you. Tell me, what is your favourite sonnet? I will recite it word for word.” Max offered.

“All right. Sonnet one hundred and sixteen.”

“Good choice. Now let’s see ... Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: oh no, it is an ever-fixed mark, that looks on tempests and is never shaken ...”

“Enough. I concede. You do know your Shakespeare. You have impressed me once again.” Elizabeth interrupted him.

“I am glad. I have done my part in redeeming the male sex from being thought of as ignorant when it comes to prose and poetry. My work here is done.” Max bowed.

“You are not leaving?” Elizabeth asked.

“Not if you will invite me to stay, and I shall entertain you with more of my astounding knowledge.”

“I would be happy to have your company.”

The remainder of the afternoon was spent happily by both, until it was time to retire and dress for the evening card party that Elizabeth’s parents were hosting.


CHAPTER SIX

The evening party was one of the many ways Elizabeth’s parents had designed of introducing her into wider society. In addition to inviting the Evans’, Lady Nancy had thought it wise that among the party there should be young, eligible men with whom they would like to see their daughter acquainted. She convinced her husband that it was never too early to start thinking about marriage for their daughter.

The two most eligible gentlemen in the district, besides Mr Evans of course, were Mr Whitman of whom Elizabeth was already familiar, and Mr Valenti. Mr Valenti was the son of a baron and set to inherit a very large fortune and extensive estates. A very good catch if a young lady was able to snatch him up. Until now no lady had been successful enough to draw more than a moments notice from him. Lady Nancy was secretly hopeful that her daughter would be the one to succeed.

The remainder of the party was made up of Mr and Mrs Deluca and their amiable daughter Maria, who had all just returned from the continent and settled in the area. Lady Nancy thought it wise to extend her hospitality to them immediately, as they were rumoured to have very high connections. There were ten people gathered in all, quite a comfortable amount for a night of cards.

The card tables were set up, and Elizabeth found herself invariably placed by Mr Valenti, ingeniously contrived by her mother. On her other side was Mr and Mrs Deluca. Elizabeth gracefully submitted to the arrangement, although ever wishing to be placed with Max and Isabel’s table which also consisted of Mr Whitman and Miss Deluca. Lady Nancy was content hovering around both tables to ensure she missed nothing that passed, and Sir Jeffrey, who never liked cards, sat in the corner and read a book.

Trying to be agreeable as possible, and to avoid censure from her mother who always had her eye on her, Elizabeth tried to begin a conversation in which her entire table could engage in.

“So how long were you on the continent Mrs Deluca?” She began.

“We were there for two years in all, staying principally in France, but did manage to travel through Spain and Italy as well.”

“How wonderful. How I wish I could one day see the Colosseum, Sistine Chapel or canals of Venice. What do you think Mr Valenti? Have you ever seen these marvels?” Elizabeth responded trying to draw Mr Valenti into the conversation.

“Humph. Just a pile of bricks if you ask me. Why would one want to inconvenience themselves to go so far? It is your turn Miss Parker.” Mr Valenti replied impertinently, trying to return their attention to the game at hand.

Elizabeth was astounded by his arrogance, but decided no to be abashed. She continued to ask Mr and Mrs Deluca to tell her all about the people, the countryside and their customs. She marvelled over the delicacies of the French food, and the frivolity of the Italian masques. At intervals she would try to involve Mr Valenti to draw him out, but found him very rude and uninterested in their discussion. It was not long before Elizabeth came to the conclusion that he was the most dull and unpleasant man she had ever met.

Soon after this conclusion was reached, Elizabeth was spared from further attempts at conversation when the tea was announced and the table dispersed. This finally gave her the opportunity of looking over to the other table to observe the rest of the party. She saw Max and Miss Deluca alone, as Isabel and Mr Whitman had moved away to get their tea. Elizabeth wished she could know what they were discussing, and felt a slight pang, which she could only put down to jealousy. It was a feeling which she had not experienced often, and tried to rid herself of it, but could not help but feel envious of Miss Deluca.

To distract herself from such thoughts, she went over to the tea to pour herself a cup. Minutes later a familiar voice was behind her, and on turning around, Elizabeth saw Max at her side.

“Hello Miss Parker. Enjoying your evening? I hope you have not been letting Mr Valenti dominate at your card table?” Max jested. “Or has he been spending his time charming you with his wit and eloquence?”

“Oh, far from it I assure you. I do not think I have ever met such a disagreeable man. I could not get more that two words out of him. He has no taste, no interest in anything beyond himself that I could discover. Very disagreeable.” Elizabeth replied.

“So much for being Huntingdon’s most eligible bachelor, if he cannot charm a lady like Miss Parker.” Max laughed.

“I saw you were enjoying yourself tonight Mr Evans.” Elizabeth said giving Max a sideways glance. “How did you find Miss Deluca? You seemed very deep in conversation just now.”

“Were we? Miss Deluca is a very agreeable young lady, which reminds me, the reason I came up here. I promised to bring the lady a cup of tea. Please excuse me.” And with that speech, Max returned to his table, tea in hand.

Elizabeth felt indignant. It was clear that Max preferred Miss Deluca’s company to her own, otherwise he would not have cut their conversation so short. She hovered around the window as she drank her tea, waiting and hoping that Max would return after fulfilling his duty. She had long since finished her cup, but he had not returned. Instead Isabel came to her side.

“What are you doing over here by yourself? Have you had enough of cards?” Isabel asked.

“No, just enjoying a moments solitude, and besides, you have been engaged all evening with Mr Whitman, and your brother with Miss Deluca.” Elizabeth replied.

“Max does like to make himself agreeable, but I fear sometimes he goes to far and ends up neglecting the rest of the party.” Isabel said looking at Elizabeth to try and read her feelings. “Max likes to make everyone in Huntingdon pleased with him, which includes newcomers like Miss Deluca. But I am sure he means nothing more, as they are too different in temperament to lead to anything more.”

“And how do you like Mr Whitman?” Elizabeth said, wanting to change the subject. “He seems to be paying you a lot of attention lately.”

“I must admit that I do like him a lot, he is everything a woman could want - sensible, intelligent, such a gentleman, and yet he can be lively and fun as well. He is also a great friend of Max’s, which says a lot for his character.” Isabel replied. “But I am sure that he is only paying me attention out of respect for my brother, not for any other motive.”

“You are far too modest or your own charms. I am sure Mr Whitman has discovered them himself.”

“Thankyou. You truly are a good friend.” Isabel said giving Elizabeth a kiss on the cheek before returning to her seat at the card table.

Elizabeth also rejoined her party, and on seating herself, discovered Mr and Mrs Deluca talking about their daughter and Max.

“What an agreeable sight, seeing our daughter so happily engaged in conversation with Mr Evans. I have heard that he is a favourite in the area, and such a gentleman. Wouldn’t he make a great match for our daughter?” Mrs Deluca was addressing her husband.

“I have heard that he is set to inherit an extensive estate on the death of his father. Where is Stanley Park exactly?” Mr Deluca said, directing his question to Elizabeth.

“It adjoins our property to the west. You must have passed it on your way here tonight.” Elizabeth politely answered.

“My word, that is a great estate. Remember Sylvia? I commented on it as we drove past in our carriage. What a fine estate. I agree, it would be a very good match for Maria.” Mr Deluca responded eagerly.

Elizabeth could no longer bear to listen to their opinion as to the forthcoming marriage, which they were certain would occur. She instead turned her attentions to Max to observe him for herself. As she watched them she realised how understandable it was that Mr and Mrs Deluca believed in a forthcoming union. Max and Maria seemed to be enjoying each others company, and were flirting uncontrollably.

She was deep in thought when she realised Max was watching her watching him. On noticing, she quickly turned away, hoping to hide her face so that he could not see the look of jealousy that seeing the two of them had produced.

Thanks for the feedback everyone. I'm so happy everyone is enjoying it.

PSW2001 - 10 points. As for the rest of you, Max and Maria getting married?! P-leease!!! I wouldn't do that to you


CHAPTER SEVEN

When the final game of cards had come to an end, and the last guest had left, Elizabeth retired to her room. She was much too agitated to even think of sleeping, so she stepped out onto the balcony, where she passed over in her mind everything that had happened that day. The day that had started out so wonderfully, but by night had deteriorated into the final realisation that Max did not care for her more than as a friend. Isabel had said that he liked to be agreeable to everybody, which included herself. She was crazy to start believing that she meant more to him.

There was one image that she could not shake from her mind, which was the look Max had given her when they had parted that evening. The look only lasted a second, but seemed to say ‘I hope you are clear now that we are no more than friends’. Well, she would no longer expect anything more from him than friendship. A tear rolled down Elizabeth’s cheek, but she did not wipe it away. She wanted to leave it as a reminder to herself how foolish she had been to get her hopes up that Max loved her. Elizabeth remained where she was, letting more tears roll down her cheek when she was startled by a movement below.

“Who is there?” she called.

“By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: my name, dear saint is hateful to myself, because it is an enemy to thee; had I it written, I would tear the word...” It was Max who revealed himself from the shadows below her balcony. He paused as if waiting for Elizabeth to say something, but she was too confused to speak. He then continued, “Speak, fair Juliet, it is your cue.”

“What are you doing here?” was all Elizabeth could stammer, still surprised at seeing him below her balcony.

“This will never do. I have never heard Juliet answer Romeo with ‘what are you doing here?’ Where is the poetry, where is the flowery words?” Max answered in jest. “You are not going to make this easy on me are you?”

“Make what easy?” Elizabeth asked in confusion.

“May I come up there? I need to speak to you.”

Elizabeth nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes. In an instant Max began climbing up the trellis to her balcony, and was soon standing before her.

“You have been crying.” Max said as he reached out for her cheek.

“You said you needed to speak to me?” Elizabeth replied, pulling away and moving towards to balcony rail so Max could not see her red eyes.

“Yes I did, but now that it has come to the point, I seem to have forgotten how to speak. Please bear with me; I have not done this before.” He replied.

“Done what exactly? Quoted Shakespeare as an excuse to climb onto a young ladies balcony in the middle of the night?” Elizabeth answered.

“No ... Yes ... I don’t know. It all seemed clear when I decided to come here tonight, but now having you right before me, my thoughts have become jumbled.” After some hesitation he continued. “I have come to apologise for my behaviour this evening.”

“There is no need to apologise for anything. You seemed to be behaving like a total gentleman.”

“To one lady in the room perhaps, but not another. I know I have treated you both very ill tonight, and I know that I am the reason for those tears. I am so sorry ... but I did have a purpose for my actions.” Max tried to defend himself.

“And what was that? To make two women fall in love with you, so both hearts could be at your disposal.” Elizabeth replied, turning her back on Max, trying to hide her tears. She was still hurt by his conduct, and could not look at him in the eye.

“Two women?” He asked. “You mean to say that you are in love with me?”

“Of course I love you. I have loved you for years. Have you not seen that?” Elizabeth said as she spun around to face him.

“Lately I had hoped, but I could not be completely sure that you felt any more for me than as a friend, or a brother. That is why I behaved the way I did tonight. I needed to see for myself that you had more regard for me than that. When I saw how I upset you were when I ignored you, and paid all my attention to Miss Deluca, I was sure that your feelings must run deeper. I hope you can excuse my behaviour, as it was for a good cause.” Max said. Elizabeth coloured and moved away.

“Did you ever think to simply ask me? Wouldn’t that have eliminated any pain or confusion felt by more than myself?” Elizabeth replied.

“With the benefit of hindsight, that would have been the better option. But you never think clearly when it comes to matters of the heart. If I had told you how I felt, and you did not feel the same, it would forever be hanging between us. I did not want to risk losing the friendship we had if you did not have the same feelings that I had for you. I could not endure to lose you as a friend, or cause any discomfort between yourself and my sister. Does this excuse any part of my conduct? Do you think you could forgive me?” Max asked.

“Oh, if you only knew the comments you were exciting from Mr and Mrs Deluca. They already believe you to be their future son-in-law.” Elizabeth replied.

“I am sorry, but I know not how to do things in moderation. It is one of my faults... But it can be also seen as a blessing, because it means that I cannot love you in moderation. I love you with my entire heart and soul, and would give anything to have you spend eternity by my side. Do you think you could consent to be my wife?”

Elizabeth turned back towards him, and looked into his eyes. For a moment she was speechless, and unable to believe what he was asking.

“Well?” he asked, “don’t leave me in suspense.”

“Yes... Yes I will marry you.” Elizabeth answered. “I love you with my entire being, I always have and I always will, in this world and in the next.”

“Oh, sweet Beth. I never dared to believe that I could possess such an angel as you.” Max said as he leant over and gently kissed her. “It is late and must go home before I am missed. I do not think I can bear to sleep tonight in case I find tomorrow that it has all been a sweet dream.” Max stammered. “I will go, but I will call in the morning to speak with your father, and I will send Isabel to see you. Goodnight my love, may you have sweet dreams.” Max kissed Elizabeth again, before climbing back down the trellis and running into the night.


CHAPTER EIGHT

The next morning, Elizabeth awoke with the feeling that something was different. Last night all her dreams had come true - Max loved her! She had hoped, but never completely believed that is was possible, that such a man could love her so absolutely. She remembered his touch, the warmth of his kiss, and his tenderness. How could she bear the hours until they would meet again? She spent more time than usual in front of the mirror, to ensure that she was looking her best when Max came again. As she was putting the final touches on her hair, her mother walked into her bed chamber.

“Why, you look lovely today my child. You are positively glowing! How pleased I am, as I have reason to believe to expect a visit from a young gentleman this morning.” her mother said.

“Who mamma?” Elizabeth blushed, wondering how her mother could possible know.

“Mr Valenti of course my dear. I believe he took quite a fancy to you last night, and should not be surprised if we see him again before the morning is out. Gentlemen like that never waste anytime you know. Always in such a hurry.”

“Mr Valenti? Surely you cannot suspect any regard on his side. I tried several times to speak to him last night and he was quite abrupt in his replies. I cannot see how you would think he has any regard for me at all.” Elizabeth replied in astonishment.

“Trust me my dear; I know what I am talking about. Now hurry down to breakfast, he may arrive any moment.”

Much to Lady Nancy’s dismay, Mr Valenti did not pay a visit that morning, nor in the afternoon. She noticed that Elizabeth was walking around the house in agitation, unable to sit still for more than a few minutes at a time. Lady Nancy felt responsible for getting Elizabeth’s hopes up, and tried to comfort her with promises that it was still early, and he would be there by the evening. Little did she realise that Mr Valenti was not the cause of Elizabeth’s uneasiness.

Max had promised to call before the morning was out, but the sun was now setting without any sign of him. Elizabeth began to wonder if last night had really happened, or if he had really meant it when he said he loved her. Perhaps he had second thoughts, and could not bear to face her, or perhaps his sister had talked him out of it. All of these possibilities and more ran through Elizabeth’s head, when she was roused by the sound of someone entering the room. She looked up, hoping to see Max’s face, but instead found a letter presented to her by the housekeeper. Eagerly she broke the seal, and recognised Isabel’s handwriting. The letter read:

Dearest friend,

I am very sorry for causing you any disappointment on receiving this note, when you were expecting to see Max and myself. Unfortunately some urgent matters have arisen making it impossible for us to keep our engagement. Be assured that we are both well, besides the disappointment we both feel on missing the opportunity to spend the day with our dear friend. Max has confided in me what has passed between the two of you, and I cannot describe what happiness I feel on hearing that you are to become my dear sister. Believe me that we will fulfil our engagement at the first moment we are at liberty to do so.

Yours always, Isabel.

Elizabeth was disappointed at not seeing Max and Isabel herself, but at least she need no longer believe that Max had changed his mind, or that Isabel was against the scheme. She was only alarmed as to what the urgent business could be. Elizabeth now tried to settle herself down for the evening with her mother, whom she felt must suspect something was amiss.

They were seated by the fireside together, Elizabeth with a book in hand, and her mother with some embroidery. Not wanting to increase the agitation she believed Elizabeth to be feeling in regards to Mr Valenti, Lady Nancy chose to introduce a topic which she believed would bring Elizabeth joy.

“I am so glad we have this time together,” her mother started, “there is something I need to discuss with you.”

“I hope it is nothing serious” Elizabeth answered in concern.

“Oh no, nothing like that. It is just that our family circle is going to soon increase.”

Elizabeth was now intrigued.

“You know that my sister in London, your Aunt Harding is planning a tour of the continent. Well your cousin Tess has decided to stay behind. In short, I have invited her to come and live with us while her mother is away. I was hoping that the two of you could get to know each other better. Tess has not been as privileged as you in her upbringing, but I sure you will find her to be a very sweet girl.” her mother said.

Elizabeth smiled in agreement, but was not entirely convinced. The last time she saw Tess, Elizabeth was left with a strong impression of her selfishness and ignorance.

“When are you expecting her to join us?” she asked her mother.

“Her brother Sean is bringing her down in a fortnight from now. He is then continuing on to Summerford to visit some friends there.”

Elizabeth hoped that she would not have to see Sean again. He and his sister were two of a kind, and she had memories of him pulling her hair and teasing her when she was a child. The one thing that gave her comfort was that Max would be there to give her support.


CHAPTER NINE

The next morning Elizabeth was taking a walk through the orchid, wanting to get out of the confines of her house, but not wanting to stray too far in case Max should call. She expected to see something of Max or Isabel, or at least hear from them before the day was out. Before she knew it, Elizabeth had come to the place where Max had found her reading just a few days ago. She sat down under the tree and remembered how Max had made her laugh. Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Max himself, quickly hurrying towards her. When he came close enough he politely bowed but kept his distance.

“Max? What is the matter?” Elizabeth asked.

“I have come with the hope of finding you alone. There is something I need to speak to you about.” he replied. He was pale, and looked as though he hadn’t slept at all the previous night.

“What is wrong? You don’t look well. What has happened? Have you had second thoughts about us?” she stammered, not wanting to hear what she believed he would say.

“No. I have not. I have not changed my mind, but I believe that you may.” He replied.

“Why would you think that? Don’t you know how much I love you?”

“I do not doubt that now, but after I tell you what I cam hear to say, you may think differently. Some very unfortunate business has come about that I must tell you of. We don’t have much time before I must leave.”

“Leave? You are going away?” Elizabeth asked.

“Please, let me explain. Yesterday morning, it had been brought to light that my father had managed to lose his entire fortune, and was greatly in debt. Since my mother died he discovered a love of gambling - poker, horseracing, you name it. Well it now comes out that he lost all of his money in this new pastime, and for the past few months has been living on borrowed money. Yesterday, unable to pay back the money that had fallen due, he fled. We have tracked him down as far as London, but he is now well concealed. I have spent last night with my father’s lawyers to discover the extent of the damage. I am afraid it is not good. The horses, carriages and furniture must be sold to cover the debt. But that is not the worst. My father put a mortgage over the estate, which will be sold by the bank to recover the money. We have fourteen days to leave our home.”

Elizabeth was in stunned disbelief. How could this be? How could his father let it come to this?

“Isabel is at home as we speak, packing the things that we have not lost in this blasted business.” Max turned away, unable to continue.

“What is going to happen now? Where will you go?” Elizabeth managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper. Max turned back and looked her in the eyes.

“I have to leave. I am going to London to work for my uncle. He is a very successful businessman, and will train me in his trade. It shall give me enough income to support myself and a little to send to my sister. Perhaps in a few years I will have saved enough to start my own business.”

“But why? Why must you go? I have enough money for the both of us. You do not need to leave. We can live together happily ... and Isabel too. She can live with us and there would be no need for you to go away.” Elizabeth entreated.

“I can’t ... I can’t live on your money. I would have no self respect. I would feel inadequate if I could not provide for you. Just think what the rest of the town would say, and your family, if I asked for your hand now! I am no longer worthy of you.” He replied.

“I do not care what other people might say. Let them talk. Nobody else’s opinion matters as long as we have each other.” she tried to persuade.

“I can’t ... I have to do this. I have to earn my own living, and provide for my sister.”

“What will happen to us?” Elizabeth’s question seemed to hang in the air.

Max slowly walked towards her, and took her hands in his.

“I love you Elizabeth, and I always will. I don’t want to leave, but it is something I need to do. I know it is too much to ask, but will you wait for me? ... No ... I can’t ask that. I will return as soon as I am worthy of you, and I will ask for your hand again. Consider yourself free of any engagement.”

“I cannot feel free while my heart is still yours. I will wait for you until the end of time if I have to. Only promise me one thing - that you will write to me and let me know how you are doing. It will make the separation easier to bear.” Elizabeth replied.

“Of course. But I must go now. Goodbye my angel.” And with those words, he kissed her on the forehead, letting his lips linger briefly, and then was gone.

Elizabeth fell down where she had been standing and cried. She had awoken from the dream of yesterday into the nightmare of today. She and Max would be separated. After all her happiness, she had sunk into despair. But before she gave way to it, she remembered Isabel. Max had said Isabel was home packing. Elizabeth’s heart went out to her. No matter what she was feeling, she had to comfort Isabel.

She ran as fast as she could, and on reaching Stanley Park, she found Isabel in the library packing her mother’s books. Elizabeth knelt down next to Isabel, they looked at each other and both began to cry. There they remained until the day had turned to night, and they were interrupted by the candles being lit.

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CHAPTER TEN

It was not long before Elizabeth received a letter from Max to let her know of his safe arrival to London. This was the beginning of a frequent correspondence between the two, helping to bridge the distance between them. Elizabeth was always anxious until the mail had been delivered each day, and would then spend the afternoon with Isabel, comforting her, and helping her with the arrangements. She always felt much closer to Max when she was with Isabel, especially since no one else knew what had passed between Max and Elizabeth before he left.

At home Elizabeth would have to listen to her mother discussing the affair, and how unfortunate it was to be so closely connected to that family. She even tried to persuade Elizabeth from continuing any association with Isabel, but Elizabeth always stood her ground, and tried to convince her mother that the crimes of the father should not have any bearing on their regard for the children.

A fortnight soon passed, and the day of Tess’s arrival came. She and her brother were expected shortly after breakfast, and they were very punctual.

“Elizabeth, you remember you cousins, Sean and Tess, don’t you?” her mother introduced them as they gathered in the drawing room.

“Of course” Elizabeth curtsied, “How was your journey? Comfortable I hope?”

The question was answered in the affirmative, and they were all seated, followed by a long stiff silence. Sean began by engaging Lady Nancy in a discussion about the property, and Tess used this opportunity to move closer to Elizabeth.

“Elizabeth, my dear cousin, I hope that we may become great friends while I am here. Neither of us having any sisters, we must look to each other for company. I am sure we shall become life long friends.” Tess began.

Elizabeth just smiled and replied “I am sure we shall.” She could not help thinking to herself that it was not a very likely event.

Tess continued to talk on various subjects, attempting to get Elizabeth to open up to her, when she touched on a very personal subject.

“A beauty like you would have many admirers. I bet gentlemen are lining up with offers to you Elizabeth. Are there any particular beau’s in your life?”

Elizabeth blushed, she could not speak. She was not about to tell Tess all of her most personal feelings, but she had been brought up to never tell a lie. Luckily for her, Tess did not wait long for an answer before she continued.

“I am sorry for being so impertinent, but it is my nature to want to know everything about my friends. I am just so inquisitive.”

“That’s right.” Sean interrupted, “I must always apologise for my sister’s rudeness. I am sorry cousin Elizabeth, that my sister asks too many questions. Just ignore her as I do!” He and his sister laughed together.

Elizabeth could not believe the impertinence of both brother and sister. They had not been in the house above an hour before Elizabeth was convinced that their dispositions had not changed since childhood and it would take a lot to convince her otherwise.


CHAPTER ELEVEN

Over the next few weeks, relations between Elizabeth and Tess continued in the same manner. Tess kept prying, while Elizabeth kept silent. To make things worse, Sean did not continue his journey to visit his friends. He seemed to enjoy Beechwood Manor so much that he stayed on, with no hurry to leave. Many unavoidable hours were spent by Elizabeth in his company, while he was trying to make himself agreeable. Little did he know that he was attempting to steal a heart already overflowing with someone else. Sean was doing himself a disservice by always forcing his presence on Elizabeth, always giving more opportunities for her to take notice of his rude and inappropriate manners.

One morning he happened upon her in the breakfast room sealing a letter. On seeing him enter the room, she quickly put the letter under her book. Sean pretended not to see her do this, but he was naturally intrigued. He made small talk, until Elizabeth politely excused herself from the room. Sean went to find his sister who was just coming down from her bed chamber.

“Tess. I need your help with a little project.”

“Certainly brother. You know I would do anything for you.” Tess replied, intrigued.

“Well, I just now left our cousin who has written a letter to someone and she was quite determined that I would not see it. What I need you to do is obtain the letter before it is sent, so we can see what secret she is hiding from us.”

“Consider it done.” Tess replied.

Later that morning Tess found the housemaid setting out to town with Elizabeth’s letter.

“Excuse me Sally, but Mr Harding needs some assistance in the drawing room. You’re not busy are you?” Tess asked.

“I was about to walk into town to send this letter for Miss Parker.” The housemaid replied.

“Oh, I can do that for you, I was walking into town myself anyway.” Tess said, taking the letter from Sally’s hand.

“Why thank you Miss Harding, that is most kind of you.” she replied quickly hurrying to the drawing room.

When Sean had finally managed to rid himself of Sally, he found Tess in her bedroom holding the letter.

“I am afraid, brother dear, that our cousin has been keeping a secret from us. It would seem that Elizabeth is burning a candle for a Mr Evans, lately of Stanley Park. It looks as though all of you flattery and attention has been in vain. Elizabeth’s heart has already been touched by another. I am sorry brother.” Tess said handing the letter to Sean to read.

“Oh, I am by no means disheartened. We just need to remove one element from this equation.” Sean replied with a sly smile on his face, after finishing the letter.

“I am intrigued. What do you intend to do?” Tess asked earnestly.

“We just need to ensure that this correspondence discontinues, and Elizabeth believes that she is no longer cared for. I will be here to pick up the pieces of a broken heart, and she will forget she had ever heard the name Maxwell Evans.” Sean said with mock compassion. “But I will need your help in this deception sister. Do you think you can copy Elizabeth’s handwriting?” Tess nodded. “I am going to dictate a letter from our cousin to her beloved.”

Tess wasted no time in taking a pen and paper in hand.

“Dear Mr Evans,” Sean dictated. “I would like to begin by thanking you for your past attentions, and your kindness in writing to me. I would however like to request that you desist in doing so. I no longer feel any regard towards you, but rather, am expecting a union with another gentleman. Please do not endeavour to persuade me otherwise, as my mind is made up on the matter. If you would be so kind as to return all of my previous letters, and obey my wishes for silence on this matter forever. Regards, Miss Elizabeth Parker.”

“Perfect.” Tess said when he was finished. “Now I shall post this immediately, and destroy the original. It will only be a matter of time before Elizabeth is free again.”


CHAPTER TWELVE

The following day Elizabeth was spending her time with Isabel, who was preparing to sleep her last night in the family home. The auction would take place in a few days and Isabel would be going to live with her aunt in Huntingdon village. Luckily this meant the two friends would still be near enough to each other, although no longer neighbours. They were taking a final stroll around the grounds and talking about the present and the future.

“So Mr Whitman has left Huntingdon?” Elizabeth inquired of Isabel.

“Yes. He has accompanied Max to London. He is such a good friend to my brother.” Isabel replied, trying not to sound too disappointed at his sudden removal.

“Yes he is. But how are you?” Elizabeth asked, sensing Isabel’s sadness.

“Oh, I am fine. It is not as though we had any understanding… I do miss his company, but I am glad he is with Max. Max really needs him at this moment.”

The two ladies walked in silence for a while, both thinking about Max, and wondering how he was getting on in London. Soon they came to the border of both estates. From here they were able to look over Beechwood Manor, and its surrounding property. As they were walking they saw Sean on his horse, just returning from a shooting party with other gentlemen from town. On seeing the ladies he gallantly bowed and continued onto the stables.

“I have noticed Elizabeth, that Mr Harding is very attentive to you.” Isabel began, looking up at her friend. “There have been rumours circulating that the reason he has remained in the area so long is to win his cousin’s heart.”

Elizabeth did not reply immediately, but she could feel the heat rising in her face. What Isabel had said confirmed her own observations, and she was about to explain her ill feelings for him to Isabel when they were joined by Sean himself.

“Good afternoon Ladies. How are you both on this lovely day? I can see that you are both well. I am sorry to intrude on your little discussion, but Elizabeth, I have come to escort you home, as your mother has been asking for you.” Sean interrupted.

Elizabeth was obliged to depart from her friend, and on the arm of the one who they had been talking of. She wished she could have explained to Isabel that the blush she had no doubt observed, was from annoyance, not from any other deeper feelings for her cousin. Now she was obliged to wait until they would next meet.


CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Elizabeth was expecting a letter from Max the next morning, as he was always very prompt in his replies. This morning was no exception. She did note that the parcel was larger than usual, and was intrigued as to what is contained. However on opening the letter, once she was in the privacy of her room, she found a short note accompanied by all of her previous letters to him. The note read:

Dear Madam,

Do not expect any declarations of love, as I will venture none. I only return those letters which you kindly bestowed upon me. Please feel at liberty to do whatever you want with those I wrote to you. Believe me when I say this is my final goodbye and I most heartily wish you a happy future.

Mr Evans

Elizabeth felt her legs give way beneath her, and collapsed on the floor next to her bed sobbing. She did not understand what had happened, why he had suddenly decided to end the relationship. What had she done? What had made him change his mind about her? Had he met someone else in London? She had to know, so she pulled herself up off of the floor, sat at her desk, took up a pen and wrote:

Dearest Max,

What have I done to make you wish to part forever? There must be some misunderstanding. I love you as much, if not more, than when you left, and I had thought you loved me too. Please tell me what has happened, or what I can do to undo the error. Please write as soon as possible to ease my broken heart.

With love forever, your beloved Beth.

Elizabeth was able to compose herself enough to ensure that she was able to walk to the village and post the letter herself. When this was done, all she had to do was wait. She decided to pay a call on Isabel, who was now settled with her aunt in the village. Perhaps Max had explained to Isabel what had happened.

She knocked on the door and was admitted by the housekeeper. She was lead into the drawing room where she waited for Isabel. After a while Isabel’s aunt appeared.

“Good morning Elizabeth. I am sorry to keep you waiting but Isabel is not at home. The maid was unaware that she had stepped out, when she asked you to wait. We do not expect her back anytime soon.”

“Would you please be so kind as to tell her I called.” Elizabeth asked politely as she was bustled out the door.

Elizabeth could not help feeling that Isabel’s aunts manner was much more constrained towards her than it had been in the past. As she walked through the gate to turn up the street, she glanced at an upstairs window, and was certain she had seen Isabel standing there. Was Isabel trying to avoid her, or was it her mind playing tricks on her? She slowly made her way home, thinking of Max, and Isabel, and wishing that somehow everything would be resolved.

As she passed her mothers sitting room, her mother called her in.

“My dear you do look pale. I suppose you have heard the news then, poor girl.” her mother began.

“What news?” Elizabeth asked.

“Why, that Mr Valenti is to marry Miss Deluca. Did you not know? Oh, how dreadful. I thought you must have known. Oh, well, we must not get disappointed, there are plenty more Mr Valenti’s out there. If only Mr Evans hadn’t been ruined, he would have been a perfect match.” Lady Nancy said, not knowing the injury she was causing.

Elizabeth burst out into tears, and Lady Nancy, thinking it was the shock of the news regarding Mr Valenti, tried to comfort her as best she could. At length Elizabeth returned to the privacy of her bed chamber, as Lady Nancy sent orders to the kitchen to bring up some hot soup - the universal cure for anything.

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Elizabeth spent a very sleepless night pacing up and down her room. She tried to sleep, but tossed and turned for hours. When she closed her eyes, Max’s face was before her, but instead of his usual look of love, she could read the scorn and distain in his eyes. The restless night took its toll, and in the morning a doctor was called. He declared she was suffering from nervous fatigue and prescribed plenty of rest. The patient was left alone in her chambers, for the greater part of the morning, allowing her more time to dwell on what had occurred.

Early in the afternoon, the maid brought up the mail, hoping it would cheer up the patient. Elizabeth was eager to receive it, hoping that it would contain a response from Max, hoping that he had written to say that he had made a mistake. On picking up the letters, she found her last letter to Max, returned unopened. The second was a letter from Isabel, which read:

Dear Elizabeth,

My aunt told me that you stopped by yesterday, which I was surprised at under the circumstances. My brother has made it clear to me that the relationship between the two of you has ended, and I believe I have no choice but to also end our friendship. It pains me to lose my best friend, but I feel as though I barely know you any more. I sincerely wish you well in the future, and that you may be happy. Please do not attempt to write, or come to me, it will only make this harder than it already is.

Regards, Isabel

Elizabeth could not believe what was happening. She felt like she was living in a nightmare, where the people closest to her were forsaking her. Max was not reading her mail, and Isabel wanted to avoid her. It was only natural for Isabel to side with her brother, she understood that, but she did not understand what had happened to make this agony begin in the first place. If only she could get Isabel to speak to her.

Elizabeth was too weak to sit up, let alone write a letter to Isabel. As little as she wanted to, Elizabeth knew she would have to rely on her cousin Tess to get a message to Isabel. Tess came into her bedchamber to visit the patient that afternoon, and it took little time for her to agree to bring Isabel to Beechwood Manor.

Tess was admitted to see Isabel in her aunt’s drawing room, where Elizabeth had been the day before.

“Good afternoon Isabel, how are you today?” Tess started when Isabel entered the room.

“Fine thankyou.” Isabel replied, confused as to why Tess had come. They had never before spoken at length to each other, so it was strange that Tess had called on her.

“I have come on an errand for my cousin, who is ill. She asked if you would please pay a visit on her.”

“I am sorry to hear that, but could you please tell Elizabeth that I am unable to come at this stage. Please send on my best wishes for her health.” Isabel replied. She was not about to tell Tess what her reason for staying away was.

“I am sure she will be well soon, and I believe it is better that she does not have too many visitors. Mr Harding and I can care for her very well, and I should not be surprised if he is with her at this moment.” Tess replied.

“Really?” Isabel said with obvious irritation.

“Oh yes, they have grown quite close over the past few weeks. And I must confess I am looking forward to one day being able to call Elizabeth my sister.” Tess replied, hoping that this would be communicated to Isabel’s brother.

“If that is all, I had better return to my aunt. Thankyou for calling.” Isabel said as she rose.

Tess said goodbye and left the house. When she returned to Beechwood Manor, she passed on Isabel’s message, and then left Elizabeth alone to cry herself to sleep.


CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Days passed, and although Elizabeth was well enough to leave her room, her parents were still concerned. She spent hours alone walking by herself through the orchard, and paced her room for most of the night. Fatigue had taken its toll on her, so her parents decided that a change had to be made. It was settled that Elizabeth would remove to Bath to visit her Uncle and Aunt, Mr and Mrs Peterson, in Camden Crescent. They hoped that the change of scenery and air would do her good, reviving her spirits and restoring her health. Lady Nancy felt personally responsible for Elizabeth’s ill health, and promised herself that she would never again get Elizabeth’s hopes up about possible suitors.

Elizabeth was happy with the prospect of going to Bath, as she needed to get away from things that reminded her of Max and Isabel. A change of scenery would divert her mind temporarily, by giving her new amusements and acquaintances. She would not have to pass Stanley Park where they had lived; the hills or valleys where they rode; or even the ballroom where they danced. One aspect of the trip she was not happy with though was that her cousins were to accompany her on this visit. She had hoped that Sean would finally continue his journey to visit his friends, but it now looked as though the original plan had been completely forgotten.

As Elizabeth was packing her things, she came across the letters she had received from Max, and the ones he had returned to her. She picked them up, and a flood of emotions swept over her again. She judged it better to leave them behind, to give her a better chance of forgetting him, and put them back in her desk drawer. However, on exiting the room, she quickly ran back to get them. She could not bring herself to leave without a piece of Max.

The journey to Bath was very painful for Elizabeth. As usual, Tess not only talked non-stop for the entire trip, but she also insisted on Elizabeth making some sort or reply to her incessant questioning. Elizabeth didn’t get any help from Sean this time, who was hidden behind his newspaper. He seemed enthralled in what he was reading, but was actually paying particular attention to every word that Elizabeth spoke. On reaching Bath she managed to find some relief, in her aunt insisting that she retire immediately to her bed chamber to rest. Only there was she able to get some peace and solitude.

The winter was starting to set in, and Elizabeth’s first days in Bath seemed to match her mood. Dark brooding clouds covered the sun everyday, and it rained incessantly. Consequently Elizabeth left the house rarely, spending most days sitting by the window watching the people bustle around down below. Her Aunt and Uncle often threw parties for their friends, enabling Elizabeth to experience some varied society. However she never managed to shake Sean from her elbow, who continued his constant attentions to her.

At one such party, Elizabeth overheard her aunt whispering to her closest friend, Mrs Reynolds, thinking Elizabeth was not close enough to hear.

“Poor child, she has come to Bath for her health. Apparently she has suffered a disappointment from a certain gentleman, and is taking it rather hard. Oh yes, her mother was certain that he was on the verge of asking her to marry him, when he turned around and proposed to someone else. I say it again - poor child.” Her aunt said.

“Ah but it seems she could soon be on the mend. Her cousin Mr Harding pays an awful amount of attention to her. She will soon forget about the other gentleman.” Mrs Reynolds answered.

“Yes, I would not be surprised if a union were to take place very soon. Mr Harding is obviously keen, and it will not take long for my niece to succumb to his charms ...”

At this point Elizabeth moved to the other side of the room, no longer wanting to be subjected to such bantering. She could not understand why everybody believed this event was so likely to take place. She had never given any encouragement to Sean, yet she was not the kind of person who could be rude to someone who was so kind. Elizabeth was determined to be even more guarded in the future, hoping to put a stop to any more conjecturing as to their likely betrothal.


CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The next morning Elizabeth was alone in her room, at her usual place by the window, when there was a knock at her door. It was her aunt, who had before this time, never interrupted her privacy in her room.

“My dear, you are wanted down in the drawing room. Hurry, you don’t want to keep him waiting.” her aunt said as she bustled her out the door. Elizabeth’s heart started pounding when she heard there was a gentleman waiting. Could it be Max? Had he sought her out? She inquired after the gentleman’s identity from her aunt, but she refused to reveal anything.

Elizabeth entered the drawing room only to find Sean standing by the fireplace. She tried to hide her disappointment, and cursed herself for getting her hopes up. Sean turned around when he saw Elizabeth enter the room, and her aunt closed the door, leaving them alone together.

“My aunt told me that I was needed. What can I do for you?” Elizabeth asked as she seated herself on the sofa.

“Yes Elizabeth, I have an important question to ask of you.” He came closer and knelt down in front of her and took her hand in his. “The question is ... that is ... I would like to ask whether you would consent to be by wife?”

“What?” Elizabeth asked in disbelief, not knowing whether she had heard correctly.

“Will you be my wife?” he repeated. On not receiving any reply from Elizabeth, he continued. “You cannot be surprised. You must have noticed my feelings for you, ever since I first entered your father’s home. I love you deeply, and wish to join our lives forever... But you look shocked cousin. Surely you have been anticipating this moment. I know all young ladies imagine the day they will be proposed to. Please, do not keep me in suspense any longer, what is your answer?”

Elizabeth was indeed shocked, and took a moment to compose herself before she answered him.

“Indeed I had been suspicious of your feelings, and had them confirmed by others. But you cannot have missed reading my feelings. I have never given you any encouragement, and have certainly taken steps to avoid those attentions you insisted on bestowing on me. I thank you for your proposal but it is not possible for me to accept.”

Sean was taken aback, he had not expected a negative reply.

“You .. you are refusing me?” he asked in disbelief.

“Yes.” was all Elizabeth could reply.

“May I ask why? Why you are so decided against me?” he questioned.

Elizabeth could not answer. How could she tell him how she really felt about him to his face, or explain the feelings she had for another.

“I will interpret from your silence that you have no reason to refuse me. I will accept your rejection, and put it down to your youth. I am by no means discouraged. You will accept my proposals in time, once you have time to consider what you have refused.” On saying this he went to kiss her hand, but Elizabeth quickly pulled it away and left the room.

Tess had been waiting near the door, and on seeing Elizabeth leave, immediately hurried in to congratulate her brother.

“So, am I soon to have a sister?” she queried.

“Not yet, but I will have her eventually. She just needs time to come around to my way of thinking. Perhaps I moved too quickly, but it is no matter, I shall just have to wait.” he replied.

“Would you like me to have a word with her, and point out the advantages of the match?” Tess offered.

“No, leave her be. I want her to discover them on her own, and make my success all the more sweet.”

On returning to her bedchamber, Elizabeth was followed in by her aunt.

“Congratulations my dear, you will both be so happy together.” she exclaimed embracing Elizabeth, who quickly pulled away.

“I am sorry to disappoint you aunt, but I have refused him.”

“Refused him? Dear child, why on earth would you want to do that?” her aunt cried in disbelief.

“Because I do not love him.” Elizabeth replied.

“When has love had anything to do with such matters?”

“Love has got everything to do with it. How could I spend the rest of my life with a man who I didn’t love, who didn’t love me? I would be miserable, and so would he.”

“You could not be miserable with a man like Mr Harding. He is a good man, and would treat you like a queen. The two of you would move in the best circles, and be admired wherever you go. You could not ask for more.”

“Yes I could. I could ask for a man who would be willing to put my life before his own, a man who would love me even if I was penniless.”

“Such a man would be hard to find. Men are only after one thing - money.” Her aunt replied.

Elizabeth did not dare tell her aunt that she had already found such a man, that they do exist. Her aunt continued, “At least with Mr Harding you know him better than any other man. You know he is a decent man.”

Elizabeth wondered at her aunt’s opinion of Sean. The more she got to know him, the more she was disgusted with his behaviour. Elizabeth tried to persuade her aunt by other means.

“I know there are some circumstances, when a woman has little means, she may be persuaded to marry for money over love, but I have no such persuasion. I have the means to live independently, and therefore have the liberty to let my heart do the choosing when it comes to marriage. If I do not find a man I could love, then I can afford to refuse to marry altogether.”

Her aunt realised that there was not use further pursuing the subject, that she was only making matters worse, so hurried out of the room and left Elizabeth to her own thoughts. She hoped that on doing so, Elizabeth would see the advantages of marrying Sean, and forget her romantic notions of love.

Thanks everyone.

I won't be able to post for a couple of days because I'm going to Queensland to see my hubby (appropriately for the Queen's birthday long weekend! Typical of Australia to celebrate her birthday in June, rather than her actual birthday, just to spread out our public holidays a little)

So I hope you enjoy this part in the meantime ...


CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Elizabeth sat by the window and watched all the people down below. She saw the same people that were there every day. There were the sailors standing on the corner, no doubt discussing the possibility of another war. There were the young ladies with their parasols admiring the latest fashions in the shop windows. She watched the young children running down the street being scolded by their parents. Carriages containing new visitors for the season passed by, as well as those taking old residents away.

She watched a little longer, imagining that she was leaving in one of those carriages. Leaving Sean and Tess behind, and heading out into the wide world alone, to an exotic place where she could be herself and start over again. Her mind then passed to Max. Perhaps her carriage would take her to London, where she would meet Max, and it would be as if they had never parted.

Her reverie was interrupted by the sight of Max himself. While she was dreaming of him in London, he was actually in Bath, right under her window. She saw his figure, his walk, his clothes, and for a brief second saw his face as he passed. She wondered if he had seen her in the window, but no, he was deep in conversation and barely took his eyes off the path in front of him.

In a moment he was gone, and Elizabeth was left with a heavy feeling in her stomach. For so long she had dreamt about him, and now he was so near. That same beautiful face, that same masculine figure. His appearance had not changed in the past couple of months of being separated, and she wondered whether anything else about him had changed. Her first impulse was to quickly run outside in the hope of catching up with him, but what would she say if she did? He had made it clear that he did not want to see her again.

Elizabeth felt too afraid of looking in his eyes and seeing the look of hatred that tortured her every night in her dreams. He probably didn’t even know she was in Bath, but had come here instead of Huntingdon for the sole purpose of avoiding her. Her one comfort was that when they did finally meet, she would be prepared. Until that time came she would think of what to say, or how to cope with his behaviour towards her.

That evening, Elizabeth was seated in the drawing room, trying to concentrate on a book she had pulled off the shelf. She was not succeeding however, as her mind was always turned towards Max, and their possibility of meeting. Her musings were soon interrupted by her uncle who came down and sat next to her.

“Elizabeth I have an interesting piece of news for you.” He took out the newspaper from under his arm and continued. “But here, read it for yourself.”

Elizabeth read the paragraph which he had pointed to, and read it a few times to comprehend what it said. There had been a shipwreck off the coast of England, where Sir Edward Evans and son had been lost at sea. Sir Edward Evans was Max’s uncle, and his son was heir to a large fortune. This sad event meant that Max was now heir to his uncle’s estate in Sussex, and all of his businesses in London.

“You are friends with the Evans family, are you not?” Elizabeth’s uncle inquired.

“Yes, they were our neighbours in Huntingdon.” Elizabeth stammered.

“Well it looks like the luck of your friends is beginning to change.” Her uncle said.

Elizabeth got up and quickly left the room to have a moment to think by herself. She was still in shock about the news. It was an unfortunate accident, but it also meant that Max was now an independent man again. If things had been different, there would have been no more impediments to their marriage, but what did it signify now? Elizabeth dreamt that night of what it would have been like if they were still intending to get married, and how happy they would be at this moment.


CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

The following day, Elizabeth had an engagement to dine with Mr and Mrs Reynolds, with her cousins, and other notables from around Bath. The group was assembled in the drawing room, waiting to be joined by two gentlemen who had recently arrived in Bath. Mrs Reynolds explained to them that her nephew had just come down from London with an old friend, and were now anxiously awaited. The nephew was a firm favourite of hers, and she therefore wanted to delay dinner until he arrived. The company was quite happy with that arrangement, as any new face in Bath was eagerly anticipated.

Elizabeth was confined to the sofa, seated between Sean and Tess, the former being very attentive that she was not sitting in a draft, and the latter talking non-stop about a new bonnet she had bought that day. Elizabeth tried to be civil and listen attentively, but found the conversation frivolous. She would have preferred to hear Dr Cox talk about his plan for new hospital, or Mrs Reynolds talk about her nephew. Miss Charlotte and Miss Louisa Eastwood, two young ladies who were always eager to meet potential suitors, were bombarding Mrs Reynolds with questions, and Elizabeth would have liked to have heard the answers. Unfortunately between Sean’ inquiries into her comfort and Tess continual chatter, she was only able to catch a few words here and there.

In the next moment, the door opened and a Mr Alex Whitman and Mr Max Evans were announced and immediately entered the room. Elizabeth had only a moment to prepare herself before she saw Max enter, and stand less than a few feet away from her. He immediately greeted Mr and Mrs Reynolds with Mr Whitman, before he was at liberty to glance at the other company around the room. When he looked on her, sitting next to Sean, he seemed startled, but soon regained his composure and looked away.

Elizabeth was mortified. He could not bear to look at her for more than a second, and gave no acknowledgment of their former acquaintance. Tess and Sean looked at each other with a mutual understanding, as if to say ‘we cannot let them speak together’. Elizabeth was too lost in herself to notice this and shortly the servant announced that dinner was ready. Elizabeth mechanically rose and took Sean arm which was offered to escort her into the dining room. She could feel Max watching her as he followed her in, and wished that she had the opportunity to have taken someone else’s arm.

Once seated, Elizabeth was able to take a look around her and see where everyone was situated. She was seated between Sean and Dr Cox down one end of the table, and Max was seated at the other end between Tess and Miss Charlotte Eastwood. During dinner she was unable to hear much of their conversation, and he seemed quite determined not to catch her eye. Elizabeth’s only consolation was that she was finally able to hear Mr Cox’s plan for the hospital, although continuously interrupted by Sean, who did not seem content with sharing her attention. He would constantly ask her about her opinion of the meal, the company, and the wine. When he interrupted her in this manner, Elizabeth could not but hope that Max did not perceive what was happening. She could not bear to think that he was suspecting something between herself and Sean. She knew she could not count on Sean to tone down his attention to her, she only hoped that her barely civil behaviour towards Sean was enough to convince Max that her heart did not belong to another.


CHAPTER NINETEEN

After dinner, the ladies retired to the drawing room while the gentlemen remained behind to share a bottle of port. Elizabeth did not feel up to small talk with the other ladies, so stationed herself by the window to lose herself in her own musings. She was wondering whether anything would be passing between Max and Sean, and only wished there was some way of knowing what was said. Elizabeth was not left uninterrupted for long, as Tess decided to position herself likewise by the window and draw Elizabeth into conversation.

“What a wonderful dinner, I can’t remember when I last had such a wonderful meal and lovely company.” Tess began. “Mr Evans is so agreeable, such a charming young man. I must say that I am surprised that he has not yet married. A gentleman like him would have ladies lining up to be with him. But I suppose he has just not found the right woman yet.” Tess stopped there and looked sideways at Elizabeth to see how this affected her.

Elizabeth had turned again towards the window to hide a tear that was running down her cheek. Tess decided to rub salt into the wound and continued. “He was so attentive to me throughout the meal, and remarked a number of times how pleasant he found the company he had found himself in. He will not remain a bachelor for long if I have anything to do with it.” With that she moved away to let Elizabeth muse over what she had said, and joined Mrs Reynolds in discussing how wonderful her nephew and friend are.

Soon after, the gentlemen entered the drawing room, and Sean took his usual position next to Elizabeth. He noticed that she seemed upset, and suspecting the reason, decided that it was time to take her home. He would rather not risk giving Elizabeth and Max the chance to speak tonight, not before he and Tess could do anything to prevent the danger. He was just convincing Elizabeth that it was time to leave when Mrs Reynolds, Mr Whitman and Mr Evans came towards them.

“Miss Parker, I believe that you have not been formally introduced to my nephew Mr Whitman, and his friend Mr Evans.” Mrs Reynolds addressed Elizabeth.

“Thankyou Madam, but we have met before. Actually our families used to be old friends.” Max addressed Mrs Reynolds, looking rather embarrassed.

“Oh well then, what a marvellous coincidence to meet each other here. I will leave you both to catch up.” she replied before returning to the rest of the company.

Max turned back to face Elizabeth. The seconds felt like minutes before either of them spoke. Max was the first to break the silence.

“Hello.” He said.

“Hello.” She replied.

“Are you well? You look well.” he continued.

“Actually, she has quite had it for today,” Sean interrupted, “and I am taking her home. Come on Elizabeth.”

Sean took her arm and led her out of the room. Elizabeth was in such a state of confusion, she made no protestations, even though the one thing she wanted to do was to stay with Max. They had spoken, not like old friends, but like slight acquaintances. Anyone looking on would have found it hard to believe that they were once engaged. It was done, and it was over. She told herself that the first meeting would be the hardest, and from know on she would find it easier to be in his company. She tried to believe it, but she could not imagine a time when she would feel comfortable to be around him again.

If Elizabeth only knew what was running through Max’s mind when she left. He was doing all he could to stop himself from running after her and telling her that he had come back for her. As if able to read Max’s mind, Mr Whitman put his hand on Max’s shoulder, and told him not to create a scene.

“I have come too late. My anger and resentment made me stay away, and now it is too late. We will never be together now.” Max said, sitting down on the windowsill, and placing his head in his hands.

“Did you see a ring on her finger? No. I can tell you right now that I did not follow you all the way to Bath to see you give up so quickly. You came here to get her back, and that is what we are going to do. If she is worth it, you need to fight for her.” Mr Whitman said trying to rally Max’s spirits.

“She is worth it. She is such an angel. I know that if I could just speak to her alone, I could win her love again. But that is not possible if we are to only meet in society such as this...” Max replied with more confidence.

“Well then, we shall just have to create an opportunity. Leave the details to me, but tomorrow you shall have all the space you need to be alone.”

It was quickly settled, by some planning on Mr Whitman’s behalf, that the party assembled would spend the following day in the country for a picnic.

As this private discussion was taking place, another was occurring a few streets away between Sean and Tess. They had not expected to see Max in Bath, and were concerned that they would soon be exposed.

“We just did not count on the possibility that Mr Evans would not accept the separation so easily.” Tess began.

“What are we to do now? I cannot lose Elizabeth now. I shall not let this gentleman mess up everything we have schemed and plotted for.” Sean said, getting angry.

“Calm down. It is not over yet. We shall just have to work harder at keeping them apart.”

They then spent the next hour plotting at what they would do to ensure that Elizabeth and Max remained estranged, and still believing that the other did not care for them.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth relived what had passed, what was said, and what was not said, but most of all, the way Max looked. He had seemed uncomfortable to be in her company, and when he mentioned their families, he had spoken as though all connection between the families was at an end. Did he really believe that they no longer meant anything to each other, not even friends?

The night was spent restlessly as she wondered what he was thinking about her. Was he happy to see her, or regretting to have found her in Bath? Was he picturing their next meeting like she was? Running through what he would say to her, or how he would behave? Or was he planning to leave Bath now that he had found her here? She could not be peaceful until she saw him again and have the opportunity to speak alone. She knew that if that was what he wished he would somehow contrive it, and if not, she would soon read it from his behaviour towards her.

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Okay, I know Liz isn't being too forthright in this fic. Let's just say she has more of Jane Bennett in her than Elizabeth Bennett! This part probably won't make you any happier, but I promise we'll get there in the end! Thanks for sticking with it. Now on with the show ...


CHAPTER TWENTY

On waking Elizabeth quickly discovered that she would not have to wait long for another opportunity of seeing Max again, as an invitation had arrived from Mrs Reynolds to join the party on the picnic. The group was soon assembled at the Reynolds terrace, and the decision was being made as to how to arrange everybody in the carriages. Mr Whitman was busy trying to find a way of conveying Max and Elizabeth together, without arousing the suspicion of the other travellers. However, before this could be managed, Mrs Reynolds had placed Elizabeth in a carriage with the other young ladies. It was impossible now to make any changes without drawing any attention, so she remained where she was.

Elizabeth felt the advantage of being free of having Sean at her elbow for the time being, and was content with the arrangement, unaware of what Mr Whitman had been planning on Max’s behalf. She hoped that the three ladies would be able to amuse themselves adequately without needing to involve her in their conversation. Elizabeth did not know the Miss Eastwood’s well, but from previous gatherings, did not believe she would find them to be intelligent, informed young ladies.

Unfortunately Elizabeth was correct in her estimation of Charlotte and Louisa, as once the journey began, they showed themselves to be ignorant and unaccomplished girls. Their heads were filled with one subject alone, and that was the gentlemen who followed them in the other carriage. Consequently they got on rather well with Tess, who was quite happy to fill the entire journey with talk of the notable young men in Bath with whom she was acquainted. Elizabeth did not choose to engage in their conservation, and when addressed, which was rare, she merely smiled in agreement, so she would not be required to speak on the subject at length.

Elizabeth spent most of the journey gazing out of the window, watching all of the paddocks and rolling hills that they passed. That was until they began to speak of Mr Evans, which caught her attention. It seemed that Max had captured their fancy, the night before. They discussed his looks, manner, style of clothes, and smile, each deciding which part they liked the most. It was not long before they all agreed how wonderful it would be to have him fall madly in love with them. Elizabeth could only smile to herself that these ladies would find it very hard to attract a man like Max. He could never fall for such immature, unaccomplished girls, who had no depth of mind.

Elizabeth was not about to share with them how it had felt to be the object of Max’s love, but thinking of that that brought her to remember how terrible it felt, and still feels, to have him fall out of love with her. He had broken her heart, and she could not fathom how she would ever mend it again. Turning back to the window, she hoped the other ladies would not see the tear rolling down her cheek. She had no need to worry, as they were too caught up in themselves, to notice how sad Elizabeth had suddenly become.


CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

The gentlemen had arrived first, and had already secured their places on the rug. Max was sitting next to Sean, and on seeing Elizabeth approach, got up to move, saying “Excuse me, I believe this is your place.”

Elizabeth protested, and insisted that she was planning on sitting with Mr and Mrs Cox.

Sitting back down Max watched Elizabeth in curiosity. After seeing her the night before he had believed the rumours to be true, that Elizabeth and Sean would soon be united. Now she openly declined sitting next to him, which is not the usual behaviour of a lover. It gave him more hope that it was not too late, and was thankful that Alex had convinced him not to give up on her.

The lunch was soon devoured, and the minds of the group turned from food to exercise. Several of the ladies had remarked on a field of wild flowers they had seen over the next hill, and were now determined to pick a posy for themselves. Elizabeth made up a twosome with Mrs Reynolds, while Charlotte and Louisa, and Mr and Mrs Cox followed. The gentlemen and Tess stayed behind, and soon Mr Whitman motioned to Max to follow Elizabeth. However on rising, Max found himself followed by Tess who had initially protested over the long walk, but now seemed to have forgotten her previous difficulties. They had an agreeable walk together under the circumstances, although Max was a little distracted. He was contemplating how he would contrive to separate Elizabeth from the rest of the group to enable them to speak privately.

Coming over the hill Max had a clear view of the rest of the party dotted around the field. The Miss Eastwood’s, Mr and Mrs Cox and Mrs Reynolds were together, but Elizabeth was not standing near them. He looked harder and saw her off to the right with Sean, who had reached the field before Max and Tess. He could not hear what they were saying, but observed Sean hand a posy to Elizabeth who gratefully accepted them. They then headed back to join the rest of the party.

Max stared at them for a while, and Tess, realising that he was no longer talkative, followed the direction of his eyes. She smiled, as she could guess exactly what he was thinking.

“Don’t they make a charming couple?” Tess began. Max just huffed in reply and began making his way down the hill. Tess followed him in close step.

“I am not sure what they are waiting for, everyone expects them to announce their engagement very soon. They are obviously besotted by each other, and barely leave one another’s side.” Tess concluded this speech by looking up to see how Max was taking all this. His face was red, and he looked upset, or angry, she was not sure which. She smiled and thought to herself how she would thank Sean for unwittingly helping their cause that day.

Max spent the rest of the afternoon in a morbid silence. Although he did not observe any more exchanges between Elizabeth and Sean, he noticed how Elizabeth admired the flowers Sean had picked for her. She was obviously holding tender feelings towards the giver, and he even caught her smiling to herself when she thought no one else was looking. Max turned away, not wanting to see her look that way about someone else. It was he she should be thinking of in that way, he should be the one to make her smile. For the remainder of the day, Max ensured that he never met her eye, hoping that in some way that would lessen the pain he was feeling. There was no possibility of talking to her any more. It was clear that he would not hear anything that he would be able to stand listening to.

When Elizabeth returned home, she put her flowers in a vase by her bed. She had picked them with Mrs Reynolds and the other ladies of the party, but was separated from the group when the lace of her shoe had come undone. Sean happened upon her, and he insisted on holding the flowers while she bent down to retie her shoelace. When Max observed them, Sean was merely handing her back the flowers she had picked herself. She was not thinking of Sean when she looked at the flowers, instead she was remembering when Max had picked flowers for her and Isabel. That night she fell asleep dreaming the three of them were back in that field, and as happy as they had been that day.

Max’s dreams were much more turbulent. He did not think back to that time on Baker’s Hill, nor did he realise that it was him that Elizabeth was thinking of. All he could think about was that soon Elizabeth would be completely lost to him, and the gulf between them was becoming much harder to breach. On waking he knew he had to do something, either forget her and leave this place, or confront her and attempt to work things out between them. After much deliberation he decided to talk to her, so at least then he would know how things stood between them. Even if they remained apart, he would have some form of closure, and possibly get over her in time.


CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

That morning Max composed a short note to Elizabeth, and then proceeded with Mr Whitman to Elizabeth’s aunt’s house. They were shown into the drawing room, where they found Elizabeth and Tess, rising to greet them. Max could see that Elizabeth was surprised to see him, and she seemed to be pleased, but spent far too much time staring at the ground rather than up at him. As usual Tess did most of the talking and monopolised the conversation. Max attempted to involve Elizabeth a number of times, but Tess took no notice, and continued the conversation herself.

Elizabeth was struggling to remain composed, and soon needed to move away to hide her emotions. She got up and moved over to the window, and on seeing her rise, Max signalled at Mr Whitman to follow her. Max remained with Tess, ensuring that she was too entertained to wonder at what Elizabeth and Mr Whitman were talking about. Tess was as busy ensuring that she engrossing Max’s attention, as he was of securing hers.

At the window Mr Whitman was trying to think of how to begin to broach an important subject. In the end he decided to be direct. He pulled Max’s note out of his breast pocket and handed it to Elizabeth to read. Elizabeth was rather surprised, but opened the letter eagerly. The note read:


Dear Miss Parker,

Excuse me for taking such a liberty, but I need to grasp the means within my reach. I do not know what feelings you hold for me, if any remain, but I must be given the opportunity to speak mine. I believe we are soon to be forever estranged, so I must be allowed to speak now before it is too late for the both of us. Please consent to meet me this afternoon at two o’clock, in the Charlcombe Churchyard. If you do not come, I will consider this as goodbye forever.

Regards Mr Evans.


Elizabeth could no believe what was happening. Max still had feelings for her, which is what she concluded from his letter. Why else would he go to all this trouble to meet alone? The letter was so tender, and reminded her of the way he used to behaviour towards her. She read the letter again to be sure she had not been mistaken, and then turned to meet Max’s eye. He was talking with Tess, but when felt Elizabeth’s eyes upon him, quickly looked up at her. For a moment their eyes locked, and they both felt from that single moment, that they were loved still. Max gave a quick smile before returning his attentions to Tess, who was too caught up in her conversation to notice his attention was momentarily withdrawn.

Minutes later Max was on his feet, telling Mr Whitman that it was time to go. He did not steal any more glances with Elizabeth before leaving, but knew that she would meet him that day, and for the first time, felt there was significant hope they would be reunited.

When they had left, Tess saw that Elizabeth was holding something in her hands. She knew that she did not have it before the gentlemen came in, and was curious as to what it was. Shortly Elizabeth was called upstairs by her aunt, and hurriedly hid the letter in her desk drawer. As soon as she left the room, Tess quickly moved over to the desk, and removed the letter. After reading it, she decided she had better do something to prevent the meeting. If it took place, all of her hopes and dreams for herself and her brother would be over.

The time of the meeting was getting close, so Tess took her shawl and left the house. She was determined to find Max and detain him so at least one of them would not make it to the church on time. She had heard Max mention that he was going to the gunsmith’s after calling on them, so that is where she headed. She was not disappointed, as soon after her arrival to the shop door, Max was walking out. Mr Whitman was no longer with him, having gone to run an errand for this aunt.

“Mr Evans, what a surprise! Anyone would think you were following me.” Tess began, and did not wait for any reply before she continued, “Now that we are together you must escort me to the Miss Eastwood’s. I absolutely insist. I promised them I would call on them today, and wouldn’t it be a grand surprise if you came too.”

Max tried to protest, that he had another engagement, but on being pressed as to what it was, he could not say. Tess refused to take no for an answer and they soon took his arm and lead him down the street.

On arriving, they were lead into the drawing room, where they waited for Charlotte and Louisa. Max took out his watch to check the time. Tess saw him, and insisted on being able to examine his watch. He handed it to her, letting her admire it, when the Miss Eastwood’s entered the room. While Max was distracted, Tess quickly wound the clock back half an hour, and handed it back to him. He quickly put it back in his pocket without looking at it, and the four of them sat down for a nice tete-a-tete.


CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Half an hour later, Elizabeth was getting nervous. Soon she and Max would be face to face, and perhaps reunited. She took her bonnet, shawl and parasol, and headed to the churchyard.

Meanwhile Max was getting impatient. He was attempting to stay interested in the conversation that was happening around him, but all he could think about was Elizabeth. He took out his watch and saw that he still had a quarter of an hour before he needed to leave. He settled himself into the conversation again, counting down the minutes until the two of them would meet.

As Max was thinking about Elizabeth, she was waiting by the church for him. She wondered what was keeping him, as he was usually very punctual. She had half expected for him to be waiting for her when she arrived at the church, but he was not there. She waited, she paced, and waited some more while dark clouds gathered. This was a very ominous sign. She could not wait any longer, and risk being caught in a deluge, so after wiping a tear from her eye, she headed home. Elizabeth tried to assure herself that he had meant to come, and that something must have happened to keep him away, but on reaching close to home she soon saw what it was. As she passed Frome Street, she saw Max step out of the Miss Eastwood’s residence, with Tess on his arm. Elizabeth quickly entered her aunt’s home, so they would not see her, and watched them from the window. They stopped outside, said their goodbyes and Max continued up the street.

Elizabeth quickly moved away from the window as Tess entered the room, removing her bonnet and gloves.

“Oh, what a marvellous afternoon I have spent. I ran into Mr Evans earlier outside the gunsmiths, and he insisted that I join him to pay a call on Charlotte and Louisa. I had only wanted to make it a short visit, but Mr Evans had no inclination to leave, so there we stayed for almost an hour. He is such an agreeable man, and we all got on famously. When he was finally persuaded to leave, he insisted on escorting me home, and has now gone riding with Mr Whitman. But enough of my day, how was your afternoon?” Tess finally asked.

Elizabeth stammered a reply and headed to her bedroom. She could not understand what had just happened. Max had asked her to meet him alone so he could talk to her, but then abandoned her to spend an hour in the company of Tess and the Miss Eastwood’s. She read the note over and over, and began to wonder whether she had interpreted correctly on first reading it. Perhaps the feelings he was talking of were not for her at all, but for her cousin Tess. He had only wanted to be a gentleman and tell her to her face that he was in love with another, but had not been able to pass up the opportunity of spending time with Tess that day. He had they should soon be estranged forever, and it was now clear that he had meant that it was due to his betrothal to Tess, not for any other reason.

On concluding such, Elizabeth was determined to quit Bath as soon as she could convince her aunt to let her go. However she was persuaded to remain until after the assembly the following night. Elizabeth protested, but did not succeed in winning the argument, and therefore had to delay her departure for another few days.

As Elizabeth was thinking this, Max was thinking the same thing about Elizabeth and Sean. He had been waiting in the churchyard, and there was no sign of Elizabeth. He took out his watch and it was now half past two in the afternoon. She was not coming, and Max began to wonder if she had any intention of meeting him there. Had he misinterpreted her feelings that morning in the drawing room? Was this her way of telling him that she no longer felt anything for him?

He thought of her with Sean, and it made him angry and resentful, just as he had been when he first read her letter those months ago. Why did he fool himself into believing that there was still a chance for them? She obviously did not think so, and had no intention of telling him so to his face. Well, he would not hang around Bath to see them happily married, it was more than he could endure. Resolved, he walked home and began to pack his trunks. He would go back home to his sister, and they would decide what to do, and where to go.

Mr Whitman entered the room and saw all of the trunks half filled with clothes.

“Where are you going in such a hurry? Don’t tell me you little love birds are eloping? Well I will be disappointed not to be there to give you away, but hey, what is the point in waiting?” Mr Whitman joked.

Max made no reply and continued to pack.

“What’s up old man? I would have thought you would be jumping for joy! Instead I have not seen you so angry. Don’t tell me she turned you down?” Mr Whitman continued.

“She didn’t even have the decency to do that. She didn’t come to meet me. She left me standing there like a fool.” Max replied.

“What? But I saw her leave the house. Are you sure that you were in the right place?”

“Of course. I waited there, and she did not come. But I am not going to wait any longer. I am leaving Bath immediately.”

“No, you can’t leave yet. What about the assembly tomorrow night. You can’t leave me to fend for myself with the two Miss Eastwood’s, they are quite persistent you know. Come and have one last hoorah with your old friend.” Mr Whitman insisted. He thought that if Max and Elizabeth had one more chance together, then it would all work itself out. “Please Max. Promise you will stay just until after the assembly. I promise then I will let you go, and will even help you pack.”

“Why is it so important that I stay?”

“Because you are my friend, and it would not be the same without you here.”

“All right, I will stay. But I make no promises of enjoying myself.”

“Fine. Done.” Mr Whitman was happy with himself. Now if he could only make sure that Max has the opportunity to speak to Elizabeth.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

The night of the assembly came quickly and was greatly anticipated by many. The only two people who were not looking forward to what the night would bring, were the two who were estranged. No enjoyment was to be had when they each believed the other no longer loved them. Protests were made by both of their inability and unwillingness to go, and both were persuaded in turn that it was going to be a wonderful night, and were not permitted to miss it.

Elizabeth was, as usual, escorted by her two cousins who were both very attentive to her. Max was forcibly dragged by Mr Whitman who was going to ensure that this would be a night to remember. At the assembly rooms all were gathered, and the dancing soon began.

Sean had secured Elizabeth for the first two dances when they were together in the carriage. Elizabeth had accepted, believing there to be no hope of another invitation. They formed the first couple, and were soon joined by others, including Max and Tess. Although Max was unwilling to dance, he was needed to make an even number of couples. His natural choice then was Tess, with whom he was the most familiar out of all of the young ladies in the room. Part way into the second dance he felt himself beginning to relax and finally enjoying himself. That was until he looked over and the lady to the left with whom he was to take a turn. It was Elizabeth. Both were shocked to be so close to each other without realising it. They linked hands and danced their set, but could not bear to look into each others eyes - Elizabeth from hurt, and Max from anger. Quickly the set was over and they returned to their other partners who had been watching them intently.

During the next few dances, Elizabeth danced with a number of gentlemen, and tried to enjoy the night, but she was always thinking about Max. He would not look her in the eye, but she could always feel his eyes upon her as she danced. This was too painful, and only made her more determined to return home to her parents in Huntingdon. If she could not be with Max, she could not cope with being so close to him.

There was one final dance before supper was to be served, and Mr Whitman felt it was time that Max and Elizabeth spoke to one another. In contriving this, he asked Elizabeth to dance and began to escort her to the dance floor. However, as they walked near Max, he suddenly said, “Oh, there is Miss Hamley without a partner. Max may I persuade you to take Miss Parker’ hand, and I shall ask Miss Hamley. You do not mind do you Miss Parker?”

“Don’t worry Alex, I shall ask Miss Hamley. You stay with your bewitching partner.” He said with almost a sneer.

Mr Whitman looked embarrassed, and quickly led Elizabeth to the dance floor. He could see that Elizabeth was upset, and felt he should somehow try to mend the situation.

“I am truly sorry for my friend’s behaviour, and you must understand that my intentions were good.” He started.

“And what were your intentions?” Elizabeth asked intrigued.

“To have the both of you finally get it all out in the open. If you had only taken the opportunity to talk yesterday, all this might be resolved.”

“But I did wait for him yesterday and he did not come. I am now resolved to the fact that he no longer cares for me.” Elizabeth replied in her defence.

“He told me that you did not meet him. There must be some misunderstanding. If you still love him, let me help the both of you. Let me send a message to him.” Mr Whitman pleaded.

The conversation was suspended by a separation in the dance, which gave Elizabeth time to think. This was her chance to erase the misunderstanding, and perhaps enable them to be reunited again. When they rejoined in the dance, Mr Whitman looked at her expectantly.

“Please tell him... that I love him … that I will always love him ... no matter what happens.” She said as a tear formed in her eye. She quickly wiped it away, as the dance concluded. Mr Whitman led her back to her chair, pressed her hand, and walked back to Max.

The party began to file into the adjoining room for supper. Elizabeth found herself seated with the Miss Eastwood’s who spent the entire time discussing the gentlemen present, and which ones they wished to dance with. On the other side of Elizabeth was Sean who was ever present, ensuring that he always occupied her attention. She looked around the room and saw Max, Mr Whitman and Tess standing by the wall. The only empty seats were the ones opposite Elizabeth, and Max had chosen to stand rather than sit near her. She wondered whether Mr Whitman had passed on her message, but then he would not wish to with Tess present. She sat in a state of fearful curiosity as to what Max’s reaction would be. Would he be happy to hear that he still held her heart, or had he moved on? She could not feel calm until she knew how he would react.

Supper was concluded, and some of the young people began to get restless. It was decided that a number of the ladies in the room should treat the party with a tune on the piano. The women were pleased with this idea, enjoying the opportunity to display their talents before the gentlemen in the room. Soon Elizabeth found herself led to the instrument by Mr Reynolds who desired to hear her play. Sitting at the instrument, the only song running through her head was the one she and Max had once sung together to entertain Isabel when she was ill.

On singing, she tried to stop her voice from faltering as many emotions were brought to the surface. She was not half way through the first verse when Sean stood up by the piano and sang with her. This was worse than anything, but she could not stop playing part way through the song. Her eyes slowly wandered over to where Max was standing, to see if he remembered the song as she did. He was watching her, but he was not smiling. He looked angry at her, and on meeting her eye, walked out of the room. Elizabeth continued as best as she could, so as not to draw undue attention to herself. On finally being able to return to her seat, she could not contain her emotions. Sean was concerned, but knowing that Max had gone, hoped that she would soon be well and they could remain for some more dancing. Elizabeth was persistent however, and the carriage was called to take her home.

Meanwhile, Mr Whitman had followed Max out of the room, hoping that he could south him with his news.

“Wait Max. You are not leaving?” He called out.

“Yes. It was a mistake to come at all.”

“But I have something to tell you that may change your mind.”

“Nothing you could say would make me want to stay. I have listened to all your protesting that I should fight for her, but I am sick of fighting. I am losing the battle, so I shall leave while I still have some dignity.” Max said defiantly as he went to go.

“But she loves you, I know it.”

“So you keep saying. If she loved me, she would have met me yesterday. But she didn’t.”

“I spoke to her myself after you refused the opportunity. She told me that she did go to meet you and you were not there.”

“Well then she is lying, because she certainly wasn’t there. I have had enough, I am leaving. Thank you for your help friend, I know you mean well, but I am afraid it is all over.” Max said as he walked away.

“Max, wait...” Mr Whitman called after him, but he would not turn around.


CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

As Sean helped Elizabeth on with her shawl, Max was beginning to descend the staircase. He was taken by surprise on seeing her, thinking he had left her back in the supper room.

“Leaving too are you?” Sean asked, also surprised to see Max still there. “I am afraid Elizabeth has quite exerted herself tonight and I am escorting her home.”

Max looked at Elizabeth who was staring at the ground, not wanting to meet his eye. There the three of them stood, not saying anything, until they were soon joined by Tess who had come to find them.

“Where are you all going when there is more dancing to be had?” she interrupted.

“I am sorry sister, but I am taking Elizabeth home. She has had enough pleasure for one evening. I have arranged for Mrs Reynolds to bring you home when you are ready.” Sean replied.

“Nonsense. I will come with you now. How about you Mr Evans? You are not going to continue dancing? The night is still young.” Tess said addressing Max.

“Oh, I have an early start in the morning. I must be going.” He mumbled as he took one last look at Elizabeth and left.

The other three followed him outside as they thought they heard the carriage approaching. When they got outside Max had just stepped out onto the street, intending to walk home. Tess was not prepared to let him go so easily.

“Mr Evans!” she called. “Let us take you home in our carriage. We are going the same way.” She offered, intending to get him to observe Elizabeth and Sean together one more time that evening.

Max had other ideas however, stopping only to reply “Thank you, but I would rather walk.” He replied, shooting a glance at Elizabeth.

Suddenly there was a loud bang, like the sound of a gun shot, and the horse leading the approaching carriage bolted in fright. It headed straight for Max who had begun to cross the road, and would have bowled him over if Elizabeth had not grabbed his hand and pulled him back onto the footpath. Max was safe from the approaching horse, but Elizabeth was not able to move out of the way in time, and the carriage clipped her as it speed past, knocking her to the ground.

When Max was able to get his bearings, he found Elizabeth lying unconscious next to him. He bent over her, and tried to get her to open her eyes. Tess began panicking and Sean had to attempt to calm her down, to ensure she did not faint. Max could not get Elizabeth to wake, and with the help of the driver, who now had the horses under control, placed her in the carriage. They quickly escorted her home, Max cradling her head in his arms. He kept trying to get her to wake, but nothing stirred the life in her.

They reached her aunt’s home, and Max carried her up to her bedroom. There her aunt took over, and sent Max from the room. A physician was called, and soon arrived. He examined her for what seemed like hours to Max, who was pacing up and down the hallway outside her room. Eventually the door opened and the physician came out.

“Please doctor... Is she going to live?” Max asked impatiently.

“The next few hours will be very critical. She is young, but very weak due to her low spirits. She will need quiet, absolute rest, and lots of prayer. I will back in the morning to check on her.” The doctor replied.

“Can I see her?” Max asked.

“Yes, but only for a few minutes.”

Max walked into Elizabeth’s room, which was in darkness. The curtains were drawn, and the only light was from a solitary candle on the mantelpiece. Max hesitated at the end of the bed. Should he be here? Would she want him near her? They had barely spoken to each other in the past few months, yet he felt as though their hearts were still entwined. Seeing her lying their motionless, his heart was breaking, and finally realised that he needed her more than life itself. If he could relive the past few months, he would have fought harder, and refused to let her rid herself of him so easily. He would have disregarded his resentment and humility, and returned for her sooner.

Max knelt down beside her bed, took her hand in his, and prayed. He prayed that God would find it in his power to heal such a beautiful innocent girl. He prayed that she would live again, and selflessly added, even if he had to see her live to marry another. He would be content in the knowledge that she lived, even if she did not love him. Then Max did the one thing he had not done since his mother died - he cried.

An hour later he was disturbed by Elizabeth’s aunt who came to check on the patient. Max left the room with one final look at the still figure lying on the bed, and went down into the drawing room. There he found Tess and Sean who, until now, he had forgotten about. Now everything came flooding back, how the accident happened, and how Tess and Sean did nothing to come to her aid. Why had Sean not shown more concern for Elizabeth if he truly loved her? Why wasn’t he pacing in the hallway or kneeling by the bedside? Then Max felt guilty. It was his fault that this had happened, and he was blaming others. If he hadn’t been on the road, Elizabeth would not have been in the way of the carriage.

“It’s all my fault.” Max said out loud as he sat down on the sofa with his head in his hands. “It’s all my fault.” he repeated.

“That’s right, it is your fault.” Sean said as he rose, “and I think you should leave. Don’t you think you have done enough damage for one night? Your presence is not needed here.” Sean said in anger. Angry at Max for putting her in that position, but also angry at himself for not being the one to come to her aid. Sean wanted to be the one there when Elizabeth woke up. He wanted to be the hero.

Tess intervened, fearing a row would ensue.

“Max. Nobody is blaming you.” She said darting a look at Sean. “But don’t you think it would be best to leave. Go and get some fresh air and a good night sleep. You can be of no use in your present state, and we will be sure to keep you informed of her condition.”

Their words had struck a chord, and Max was convinced that Elizabeth would not want him there. Reluctantly he left the house, but he did not go home to sleep. Instead he saddled his horse and took off immediately for Huntingdon to fetch Isabel. Even if he could not be of any use, he was sure that Isabel’s presence would be soothing for Elizabeth. Isabel would nurse her and comfort her, to ensure that she recovered completely.


CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

The night had brought no change, and the following day, Tess was sitting by Elizabeth’s side doing some needlework by candlelight as the curtains remained drawn. Sean, on the other hand, would spend his nights out, no-one knew where, and his days were spent lounging in bed, recovering from the night before. He was not very good with sick rooms, so rarely came to visit the patient, and when he did, he did not stay for more than a few minutes at a time.

Tess had been there for an hour and nothing she said helped to bring Elizabeth to a conscious state. In her last effort she began to hum the song Elizabeth and Sean had sung the night before. No sooner had she begun when a change came over Elizabeth. Her eyelids began to flutter and her fingers began to twitch. Soon she was strong enough to open her eyes, but was unable to focus on the person in front of her.

“Max?” she asked, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

“No dear, it is Tess here. Thank goodness you are awake. You had us all so anxious. Sean has been going out of his mind with worry.” Tess answered, dropping the needlework on her lap.

“Max .... Is Max unharmed?” Elizabeth asked.

“Oh Max is fine, you need not worry about him.”

“Where is he?” Elizabeth asked attempting to sit up.

“Stay still, conserve your strength. Max has gone away. No one knows exactly where to, but he had said he had some friends in the country to whom a visit was long overdue. Rest now, I will send for a doctor.” Tess replied and left the room.

Elizabeth involuntarily slept, her body was so fatigued, but her sleep was not restful. Again she had dreams of Max, but this time it was of him turning his back on her and walking away. By the time the physician arrived she was in a feverish sweat, tossing about in the covers and speaking incomprehensively. The physician was alarmed at the state she was in, but still remained hopeful that she would recover. He ordered someone to watch her constantly, and continuously apply cold towels to her body and forehead.

During the night Elizabeth said many things in her sleep, but the one name she would keep coming back to was Max’s. Tess began to feel guilty for telling Elizabeth that Max had left, but she had felt it was the best thing to do at the time, and had for once been the truth. She honestly did not know where Max had gone, but she now she felt responsible for Elizabeth’s present condition. She should have waited until Elizabeth was well enough to hear that he had left her.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

The next morning brought the arrival of Isabel to Elizabeth’s side. Max did not need to ask more that once to persuade Isabel to come with him. She had long regretted that her friendship with Elizabeth had ceased so abruptly, and felt that she needed Elizabeth as much as Elizabeth needed her. When Max told her of her friends condition, she immediately packed a few things in a bag and was ready to join him on the journey back Bath. They also sent a message to Elizabeth’s parents to alert them of what had happened. Sir Jeffrey and Lady Nancy were anxious when they heard the news, and were preparing to follow Max and Isabel to Bath immediately.

On Isabel’s arrival, Max insisted that she go in alone, again having doubts as to the suitability of his presence. Isabel agreed, and was soon by Elizabeth’s side, doing her best to make Elizabeth comfortable. She was shocked at the condition she found Elizabeth in, as she had been unaware that a fever had set in the day before. She stayed above an hour attempting to cool Elizabeth’s forehead, and in that time heard Elizabeth say many things. At first she could not make out what Elizabeth was murmuring, it was all jumbled, but a number of times she heard Max’s name spoken. Isabel felt that Max’s presence in the room might do Elizabeth good and help to calm her down, so went downstairs to find him. She finally discovered him in the library staring out of the window to the street below. She walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, causing him to spin around in surprise. He had been too deep in his thoughts to hear her approach.

“How is she?” he asked nervously.

“Not well. Her Aunt tells me that she briefly regained consciousness yesterday, but has since developed a fever and is delirious.”

“Good God,” Max cried, “She has to recover .... She has to.”

“She has been talking in her sleep, most of it incomprehensible, but she keeps mentioning your name. I really think you being there will comfort her.”

Hearing this made Max quickly agreed to join her in the sick room. On entering the bed chamber Max was alarmed at seeing Elizabeth in such a state. He again knelt down beside her bed and took her sweat covered hand. Isabel brought over a cold flannel and wiped her forehead as she persuaded Max to talk to Elizabeth.

“Beth, it’s me, Max. I don’t know if you can hear me, but if you can please listen to what I have to say. I love you so much, even more than I did when I proposed to you in autumn. I don’t know if you still love me ... it doesn’t matter. I just want you to know that there are people hear who would be lost if you were to leave us. I could not bear to lose you again, my heart would break. Please ... please Elizabeth, come back to us. I know you have the strength to pull through, you just need the will. I will wait forever for you. I will never leave you again.” After this emotional speech Max kissed Elizabeth’s forehead and wiped away the tear that he dropped on her cheek.

Max and Isabel both saw an immediate change come over Elizabeth. She became calm and restful. Her eyes stopped fluttering, and she stopped tossing and turning. Max left the room, wanting to let her rest in peace. He went outside for a walk, he didn’t care where he was headed, he just walked. He prayed that she would recover, even if she would not be with him, he would be content that she lived. She had once called him her guardian angel, and he renewed a promise to himself that he would always remain so. He would watch over her, even if it had to be from afar.


TWENTY-EIGHT

Isabel continued to attend to Elizabeth when Tess walked in the room.

“Oh, hello Isabel. I did not realise you had come to Bath.” Tess said in surprise.

“Max brought me down this morning.” Isabel replied.

“What a thoughtful young man. I must tell you that we are all besotted by him. He is quite the gentleman. Now, how is our patient today?”

“Much more restful thankfully.”

“Well that does not surprise me in the least. My brother Sean came to visit her this morning, and stayed for over an hour.” Tess lied. “I am sure it was his presence that did it. I would not be surprised if a marriage was announced between the two once Elizabeth is well. They are quite smitten with each other.”

Isabel could only murmur a reply, and continued to tend to the patient. Tess, believing she had said enough on the subject for the purpose, left Isabel alone with Elizabeth, and went out to find Max.

Isabel sat down next to Elizabeth, and pulled the hair away from her face.

“What happened Elizabeth? Why did you end your engagement with Max? You would have been so happy together. And he loves you so much, if you could only see how much he is hurting right now. We both love you, and want you to be well.” Isabel kissed Elizabeth on the forehead, and as she did, heard Elizabeth whisper something.

“What did you say?” Isabel asked somewhat startled.

“Max...” Elizabeth murmured again.

“What about Max?” Isabel persisted.

Elizabeth struggled to open her eyes, and when she finally did she looked at Isabel, and said “I ... I had a dream. Max was calling for me ... but he could not hear me.”

“It was no dream, Elizabeth. Max was here, and he was speaking to you.”

Elizabeth took a moment to get her bearings, she still felt so exhausted. “Where is he? They told me he had gone away?”

“Max came to fetch me. He is back now, and has just stepped out for a while to get some air. He will be back soon.”

“I need to talk to him ... please will you bring him to me?”

“Get some rest, and I will find him for you.” Isabel replied as she tucked the sheet over Elizabeth and left the room.

Elizabeth did not sleep however, no matter how much her body was fatigued, her mind was racing. Max had been to see her. He had not left her after all. She dragged herself to her feet, and stumbled to the window. She was extremely weak, but was able to rest her weight on the window frame. On looking out she saw people walk to and fro. Her eyes tried to focus on the bright light outside, when her eyes settled on two people standing outside her window. It was Max and Tess talking earnestly to one another. She watched for a few minutes, dying to know what had captured their interest so intently. She saw Max put his hand on Tess’s shoulder and whisper something in her ear. He looked at her with so much tenderness, just as he would look at Elizabeth in the past. Elizabeth collapsed in a heap on the floor by the window, too fatigued to drag herself back into the bed. There she sat and cried, until Isabel and Max entered the bedchamber ten minutes later.

“What are you doing out of bed? You are too weak to be walking around. Max, please help me get Elizabeth back into bed.” Isabel said as she rushed over to the invalid.

Max came over and picked Elizabeth up as if she was a feather, and placed her gently back into bed. He pulled the covers over her, and stepped away, without saying a word. Elizabeth felt so safe and warm in his strong arms, and felt protected from the outside world. If only they could stay like that forever, she would be completely happy. But she soon remembered what she had just seen out of the window, and knew that it would never be. Just because he was showing concern for her did not mean that he still loved her as he used to. She would have to get used to the fact that someone else would be enveloped in those arms for the rest of their lives, not her.

Isabel watched the two of them, and knowing that all they needed was a bit of time alone, left the room, closing the door behind her. They looked at each other for a moment, neither knowing what to say or how to start. Elizabeth was the first to break the silence

“How are you? Were you injured by the carriage?” She asked

“Not physically, no. Thanks to you. But emotionally I have been in agony. Why did you sacrifice yourself for me?” he asked in return.

“It was you… Besides, I was returning the service you once performed for me.”

Max remembered back to when he had rescued her from a runaway horse. He had not thought of that day for a long time. He was quiet, and Elizabeth felt she needed to say more, now that they finally had time alone.

“I saved you because there is nothing I would not do for someone I love.”

Max quickly looked up in a stunned silence. Had he heard right?

“You love me?” he stammered, needing to hear it again to believe it.

“Yes ... I love you. I have never stopped loving you, and I never will. But do not worry. I do not expect a return for my affections. You have moved on, and I must learn to endure it.”

“What do you mean moved on? Have you not realised why I came to Bath?”

“You came with Mr Whitman who was visiting his aunt. You could not have known I was in Bath when you made your plans.”

“No. You are wrong. Mr Whitman was the one to come with me, he just happened to have relatives residing here. I knew you were in Bath, I had inquired with you parents. I came to discover whether it was too late for us. I came to see for myself that you had truly moved on with your life before I gave us up for good.”

Now it was Elizabeth’s turn to be in a stunned disbelief. Max thought it was wise to complete the explanation. He knelt down next to Elizabeth’s bed and took her hand.

“I have always loved you. Angry I may have been, resentful and childish, but I never stopped loving you. I soon persuaded myself that I could not let you go so easily, that what we had was worth more that that. So I followed you to Bath, and have remained ever since. I have hesitated too much, and almost let you slip away. The night of the assembly I had given up, and was determined to leave the very next morning. If you had not come out of the assembly rooms when you did, I would now be long gone.”

“At least some good has come out of this affair. If I had not come to your rescue, you would not have stayed in Bath to rescue me.” Elizabeth said.

“And we would still be estranged ...” Max replied. “Dearest Elizabeth, do you think you could again consent to be my wife? Do you love me as much as you did last autumn?”

“Oh, I love you infinitely more. I would marry you in a heartbeat.”

The smiles on both faces could not be hidden, as they both burst forth with emotion, telling one another how much they loved the other, and how happy they were that their separation was over.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

“There are a couple of things that I need to know, just to get everything out in the open.” Elizabeth asked, once they had confessed all of their true feelings. “Firstly, why did you not meet me when you were the one to arrange it?”

“What do you mean? I waited and you did not come. That was when I gave up hope that you still loved me. The assembly only confirmed my own conclusions.”

“But I was there. I waited for half an hour, I would have waited forever if it had not begun to rain, but you did not come. Later Tess told me that you had been with her and the Miss Eastwood’s all afternoon.”

“It is true that I was with them earlier in the afternoon, but I left them on time to meet you.”

“Then why did I see you with Tess three quarters of an hour after you were to meet me? You cannot imagine what pain I suffered on seeing you together when you were supposed to be with me. That was when I gave up hope that you still loved me.”

“I was watching the time on my pocket-watch very closely. But perhaps my clock was slow.”

“Well, we shall put it down as an unfortunate accident, and forget the entire episode.” Elizabeth concluded, but there was still something bothering her. “The second thing I wanted to ask, was why you sent that letter calling off the relationship? What did I do to make you want to leave me?”

“My letter? Don’t you mean your letter? You wrote to tell me that you no longer loved, and you believed yourself to be soon engaged to another. What kind of letter did you expect to receive from me after sending a letter like that?” Max stood up and walked away. His feelings of anger and resentment were returning when he thought back to the painful letter he had received. He tried to calm himself, and remember that Elizabeth still loved him, but it was hard to bury such feelings.

“I never wrote such a letter! I never stopped loving you, and there has never been anyone else who came close to taking your place in my heart.”

“I did not believe it either at first, but I wrote to Isabel and she told me of her suspicions of your relationship with your cousin.”

Elizabeth thought back to her last day with Isabel at Stanley Park, and regretted not having the opportunity of explaining her feelings for Sean. All this heartache could have been avoided if Isabel had not given Max reason to believe the letter was true. That brought her attention back to the letter she had supposedly written.

“Could you please bring me the letters from my desk drawer?” Max obeyed, and Elizabeth looked at each before she found one which she did not recognise. She opened it and read it to herself.

“I did not write this!” She burst out after she completed reading the letter. “This is not my style, nor my handwriting. It looks similar, but some of the strokes look like my cousin’s handwriting.”

“Tess? But why would she write this? Why would she want to injure us in such a way?”

“Because my cousins are selfish beings, they have always been so. Tess obviously intended me for her brother, so decided to eliminate you from the picture. She knew that she could not change my feelings for you, so did her best to keep us separated from each other. Since meeting you, her second motive to keep up the concealment must have been to win you for herself. Sean must have been in on it to, and aided her in her scheme. My cousins stop at nothing to get what they want, no matter how much it hurts those in their way.”

“It makes sense now. Tess must have known that I was to meet you that day, so she set my watch back when she asked to admire it. She then told you that I had been with her, so you would not ask me what had happened, and to wound you in the process.”

“Well, we shall never let her harm us again. Now that we know how we really feel, we shall never let another misunderstanding arise.”

“No, we shall not. But something more must be done. We cannot let your cousins go unpunished for their interference.”

“What did you have in mind?” Elizabeth asked, when she the grin on Max’s face.

“Don’t tell Tess we have spoken, or that we are reunited. I shall stay away for the time being, and only communicate through Isabel. We shall expose their lies and falsehoods and publicly humiliate them. I shall leave now and work on my scheme. It will not be long until we can be united forever, but right now we must be patient, and you must rest to regain your health.” With that, Max kissed Elizabeth on the forehead and left, being careful that the two cousins did not see him as he went.


CHAPTER THIRTY

Elizabeth was left with a sense of wonderment, how she could go so quickly from mortification and a broken heart, to being so full of happiness. Max still loved her, and wanted to marry her. It had all been a misunderstanding that had perpetuated by her cousins’ continual interference.

Elizabeth was not long alone to dwell on what had happened and what their interference had been, when Isabel entered the room. She had seen Max leave, and came to check on the patient. She was astounded by the difference she saw in her. Colour had come back to her cheeks, and she was beaming from ear to ear.

“Oh Isabel, I am so happy. He still loves me, he always has, and we shall be a family again!” Elizabeth burst out.

“That is wonderful! I am so happy everything is turning out as it should. It has been my greatest wish ever that things would go back to the way they were.” Isabel replied, as excited as Elizabeth was.

“It was all a misunderstanding, if you have time I shall tell you...” Elizabeth related the past few months to Isabel, and at the end of the tale, Isabel could not help but feel that she was partly responsible. Elizabeth would not let her blame herself, but insisted that if anyone must be blamed, it is Tess and Sean. Isabel agreed to help in their scheme to embarrass the two schemers, and her first task was to tell them that Elizabeth was on the road to recovery.

Isabel found Tess and Sean in the drawing room, and conveyed to them the good news. They both insisted on going up straight away to visit the invalid, but Isabel told them that Elizabeth was resting and could not be disturbed just now. She wanted to give Elizabeth time to think over what had just passed with no unwelcome interruptions. However this time alone did not last long, as Elizabeth’s parents soon arrived from Huntingdon, and were not comfortable until they saw their child for themselves. They were pleased to find that Elizabeth was out of danger, and having no reason to return home immediately, soon began to decide how they would enjoy the remainder of their time in Bath.

That evening, Tess finally persuaded Isabel to let her visit Elizabeth, who was now feeling much recovered.

“I am so glad to see you are well cousin.” Tess began. “You gave us such a scare. I don’t know what we would have done if we had lost you. I don’t think Sean could have coped. You would have broken his heart. I know that he is the reason for your recovery. He spent so much time by your side when you were ill.”

“Really? I do not remember him being here. But if you say he was then I believe you.” Elizabeth replied. “I have been told that Mr Evans has returned to Bath. Have you happened to have seen him?”

“Oh yes, I saw him this morning. He is such an agreeable young man. I met him outside as he was walking past. He must have noticed how distressed I was about you because he stopped to give me some words of comfort, before continuing on. I think he said he was leaving Bath again soon, and had only returned to bring his sister down. Such a thoughtful young man.”

“Yes he is. Isabel said that he helped me after the accident. I wish I could thank him.” Elizabeth said.

“Mr Evans didn’t mention to me any intention of coming to see you. He would have too many arrangements to make for his departure no doubt. I would be happy to send him any messages that you wish if I happen to see him again, although I daresay he has already gone.” Tess replied, trying to persuade Elizabeth that she would not see him again.

The conversation was shortly disrupted by the entrance of Isabel who demanded that the patient be left alone to rest. Tess could do nothing but comply with the request and quickly left the room. Tess did feel slightly guilty for her conduct towards Elizabeth after the promise she made, but it was impossible for her not to interfere when her brother’s security and happiness were at stake.


CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Tess and Sean continued in their usual behaviour towards Elizabeth, although unable to monopolise her as much due to Isabel’s continual presence. They were confident that they were still successful at keeping Max and Elizabeth apart, although their job seemed much easier as Elizabeth never left the house. Tess would often warn Sean not to become too complacent, because Elizabeth’s spirits and health were improving every day and would soon be going out to evening parties again. As long as Max remained in Bath, there would always be the danger they would meet. They had both hoped that he meant to leave Bath, but he seemed to have no intention of moving. Apart from his occasional trips to London to check on his businesses, he was fixed permanently in Bath.

Elizabeth began to mend very quickly, and was soon well enough to leave her room. Gradually, as the winter weather began to turn to spring, Elizabeth’s parents were finally convinced that she was well enough to leave the house, and be seen again in society. Until then, Elizabeth had not seen Max, who was unable to visit her for the risk of being discovered. She had occasionally seen him outside her window on the other side of the street, but these were just momentary glimpses they were able to catch of each other. They maintained correspondence daily, through Isabel, who was always by Elizabeth’s side. Elizabeth was looking forward to the day she and Max could be together once more.

Sir Jeffrey obtained a box for the theatre that Saturday night, which would be Elizabeth’s first time out of her Aunt’s house for almost a month. Elizabeth immediately wrote to Max who was in London to tell him of her new freedom, and hoping that he could somehow find a way to return to Bath to see her. She had so long dreamt of being near him again, that she did not want to put it off any longer. Even if they could not speak, being in the same room would be enough to make her happy.


CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Saturday night arrived, and Elizabeth was beside herself with happiness. She had new gowns made up for her during the week, as her illness had made her lose too much weight to be able to wear her own clothes. However, as the colour had come back to her complexion, she looked as beautiful as ever. Max had promised to make it back to Bath to see her, and Elizabeth was confident that he would do all that he could to be with her again.

Elizabeth was sharing the box with her parents, aunt and uncle, her two cousins and Isabel, and they made a very charming party. Many of their friends had also chosen to come to the theatre that night, so there was much talking and gossiping before the performance began. The gossiping continued the minute the curtain came down at intermission, as though it had never ceased. Everyone in Elizabeth’s box, excluding herself and Isabel, left the box to find friends to talk to. Tess and Sean felt it was safe leaving Elizabeth as Max had not been seen all night, and had heard that he was currently in London.

Elizabeth and Isabel were happy to be left alone together in the box, rising to stretch their legs and watch the people below them. They had not been left alone for long when there was a tap at the box entrance. Turning around they saw Mr Whitman who had found the way to their box.

“Pardon the intrusion ladies, but I must speak to Miss Evans for a moment. If you would please excuse us Miss Parker.” Mr Whitman said, leading Isabel out of the box.

Elizabeth politely curtsied then turned back to face the stage. Admiring the theatre, she suddenly felt a hand grasp hers and pull her back into the shadows of the box. Before Elizabeth had a chance to make a sound, she looked up to see Max’s smiling face only inches from hers.

“You came!” she said, a smile beaming on her face.

“I promised that I would. I could not miss the chance of seeing you, I have missed your face ... your eyes ... your lips.” Max replied bending down to kiss her.

“How much longer must we be parted?” Elizabeth asked when the kiss was over.

“Not long, I promise. I am on the verge of discovering some business in your cousins past which may help our cause. I will be travelling to Brighton tomorrow to see a friend who is intimate with the history, and within a few days time we shall hopefully have something worthwhile to tell.” Max said.

“My father wishes us all to leave for Huntingdon tomorrow, which I am thankful for. I should be glad to get home to some familiar surroundings, to my own home. Will you come too as soon as you can?” Elizabeth asked.

“Of course. I will be by your side the instant I have some news.”

There was a tap at the entrance, interrupting their conversation.

“I have to go, someone is coming. I will see you again soon.” Max said as he quickly gave her a parting kiss and ran out of the box. Seconds later Isabel came back in with Mr Whitman, who had obviously been keeping watch. Another few seconds brought Sean and Tess, with the Miss Eastwoods and Mrs Reynolds. They had come to bring their farewells, and asked Elizabeth to promise to come back to Bath soon. Mrs Reynolds was disappointed that she could not have seen Elizabeth married before she left Bath, and the Miss Eastwood’s were secretly happy that Elizabeth would not be rejoining their evening parties, and distracting the attention from gentlemen away from themselves.

The Miss Eastwood’s were on the brink of leaving to return to their own box, when they glanced down to see Max standing amongst the crowd.

“Mr Evans has returned from London!” Louise exclaimed. “Did you know that Miss Harding?”

“No ... no I did not.” Tess said slightly surprised. “I wonder that he has not come to see us?” she continued, turning her attentions to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth pretended to be too engrossed in a conversation with Isabel to notice what Tess was saying. Tess, on not getting any reply from Elizabeth, could not help but ask herself the same thing. She felt neglected herself, but tried to persuade herself that he had stayed away because Elizabeth was near. Perhaps she would see him later that evening.

They play resumed, and Elizabeth was happy that although she could not see Max, she knew that he was close by, watching the same thing as she. When the play ended, Tess and Sean quickly hurried out, Tess wanting to catch sight of Max again before he disappeared. Elizabeth was caught in the throng when she felt a hand touch hers. It was Max behind her, catching one more moment with her before they were parted by the crowd.