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that her touch inspired.  He drank in her blushes and stared longingly at her lips.  “One day, Miss Mary, one day I promise to be very good for you.  Until then . . . I will just offer my admiration.  Is that enough?”
    “Quite enough, sir.”  She whispered.
    “I seem to remember our first time sitting at that bench.”  Darcy whispered in Elizabeth’s ear.  “Neither of us kept our hands to ourselves.”
    “I believe that I was blushing as bright as Mary.”
    “I remember your aunt interrupting us.”  His eyes twinkled and he cleared his throat.  “What will you play for us?” 
    “Will!”  Elizabeth admonished softly and he chuckled when Mary and de Bourgh jumped. 
    Darcy slipped his arm around her waist when Mary hurriedly started to play, and whispered in her ear.  “I think that I am going to enjoy chaperoning duties.  This will be excellent practice for Georgiana one day.” 
    “And Rosalie?”
    “Oh no, she will never leave her Papa.”  He said definitely and watched how Mary’s posture curved towards de Bourgh.  He noted Elizabeth’s shaking head and cast his eyes down.  “Well not for a long time.”
    “No, not for a very long time.”  She said softly and smiled at the couple falling in love.  “I think that we should teach Captain de Bourgh to dance.”  Darcy pursed his lips and controlled his smile.  “Then they can touch and move together, and publicly.”  Noting his expression, she poked him and argued, “How can we attend balls if he does not dance?”
    “Perhaps he has learned.” 
    “Captain de Bourgh.”  Elizabeth called and again the couple jumped.  “Fitzwilliam and I were thinking that we need to polish our dancing skills for the Season, might we persuade you to partner Mary so that we may practice a quadrille?  We can hire a master and a pianist to accompany us.  We would hate to be embarrassed when we attend the balls you have chosen.”
    “Dance lessons?”  He looked at Mary who had stopped playing.  “I . . . I could probably use some polishing of my footwork as well.  If you do not mind, Miss Mary?  I know that you are not fond of the exercise.”
    “Oh!”  She swallowed and felt his fingers again entwining with hers.  “Perhaps that is the fault of . . . a general lack of partners, sir.”
    “You sat out because of a lack of gentlemen?”  De Bourgh raised her hand to his lips and her eyes followed his every move.  “Well that will never happen again, Miss Mary.  I can promise you that.” 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 2
     
     
      “I t seems that business is good, Gardiner.”  Martin observed when Mr. Gardiner was turned, locking up the door to his warehouse.  “A constant stream of customers.”
     “Have you been watching me?”  Mr. Gardiner smiled at the shrewd businessman and pocketing his key, took the hand that was held out for him to shake.  “What can I do for you, Martin?”
    “Can a man not greet his neighbour without an alternate purpose being afoot?”  He drew himself up and held his lapels by his thumbs.  “I am offended!”
    “Of course you are.” Mr. Gardiner laughed and crossing his arms over his chest, sized up his neighbour.  “So tell me, how do you plan to pry into my business this time?”  When Martin began to protest he held up his hand.  “No, don’t even think of denying it.  I heard that you were asking around about my nephew Darcy and that you traced him to my door.  And yet you did not approach me for reliable information?”
    “Well . . .” Martin rubbed his chin and nodded.  “Very well, I admit that I looked into the master of Pemberley after my daughter visited the estate.  I was curious after her glowing description of the beauty and the occupants.  Wanted to know who these people of quality were who would be so kind to someone of her position.  Unusual, you know!  The news that there was a connection to you could have knocked me over with a