Jane in January – P&P Missing Scene – A Ball to Forget, pt 2

Jane in January2

Happy New Year! It’s hard to believe it’s already 2015! What better way to start the new year than with Jane Austen! During the month of January, we are having a ‘Jane in January’ event, focusing primarily on “Pride and Prejudice,” with a few exceptions. We think you will really enjoy it!



January 6, 1812.

The day following Lord and Lady Matlock’s Twelfth Night Ball

Darcy blinked rheumy eyes, head throbbing, stomach protesting like a rioting mob in the streets. A mob would have been easier to quell. He pressed his belly and smacked his lips. Drinking so much had been a poor choice, even if it has been in the privacy of his study, after the ball. His study—he glanced about—he had slept in his study!

He squeezed and groaned. He had intended to return to his chambers, but the port had called to him, one glass after another, until his best intentions faded away into an alcohol muddled haze. Port after several generous glasses of Aunt Matlock’s famed punch was a very bad idea indeed.

The housekeeper pounded on the door. Why did she feel the need to do that, today especially? A polite tap was all that had ever been needed to garner his attention. He would have to speak to her about that…later.

The door squealed like a dying animal as she opened it. “Sir.”

“What?” He clutched his temples and bit back the harsh words dancing on his tongue.

“I brought you something to help your ill-ease, some coffee, and a bite to eat if you wish it.”

He flicked his hand toward a small table. Was it possible to make more noise setting a tray down? It would be a miracle if she did not crack every piece of porcelain on the tray with all the rattling and clattering.

She shuffled out and slammed the door. The woman had never been so ungainly before—why now? He would have sharp words for her when—

His stomach roiled and he reached for the glass, full of a slightly opaque liquid, sparkling in the too bright afternoon—afternoon?—light. He shaded his eyes against the glare. How could it become afternoon so quickly?

Gah! With any good fortune, the dink would work better than it tasted—that would not be difficult. Would it have been too difficult to provide him with something less foul than his temper?

What a fool he had been, trusting Aunt Matlock’s judgment in choosing a character to suit his temperament. So clever of her to assign him and Letty the bard’s Benedict and Beatrice, so, in her words ‘their debates and disagreeable remarks would be entirely in character.’

He gulped down another mouthful of the housekeeper’s foul tonic.

At least the costumes had been tolerable enough, an officer’s coat for him and a wreath of flowers for her. Acceptable enough.

The evening began to unravel after his second cup of punch, happily provided by Letty herself. She had been pleased enough with her part, disagreeing with him at every turn and doing nearly all the talking for both the entire evening. She knew the bards work too well and precisely how to draw him in. He had politely remarked upon the weather—the weather!—only to receive her response:

“I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior Benedick: nobody marks you.”

“What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?” The words slipped out before he could control them, and the game, for Letty was on.

“Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come in her presence.”

Heat rose along his jaw—or perhaps it was the punch. How dare she insult his deportment! It was not to be born. “Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I love none.”

Why had he permitted himself those words? Letty took far too much delight in them.

The look she had given him as she said, “A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humor for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.”

Her betrothed would be pleased with that public declaration.  “God keep your ladyship still in that mind! So some gentleman or other shall ‘scape a predestinate scratched face.”

“Scratching could not make it worse, an ’twere such a face as yours were.”

That was uncalled for. He gulped the remainder of his punch. In retrospect, perhaps not the wisest choice. “Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher.”

“A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.” She laughed, a shrill, ear splitting sound on the best of days which had clearly not improved with drink.

 “I would my horse had the speed of your tongue, and so good a continuer. But keep your way, i’ God’s name; I have done.”

Oh she had not liked that, given the face the made at him. “You always end with a jade’s trick: I know you of old.”

Had she but a modicum of restraint, it might have been bearable. She shrieked and carried on as though those words were meant personally, not written for the public’s entertainment. He scrubbed his face with his hands. Great heavens, even the Bennet family had checked themselves better! Was it possible that family demonstrated greater decorum than his own?

That was not possible. What would Lydia Bennet have done with the character of Beatrice? He shuddered. No, that thought must have been the result of far too much port.

He leaned back in his chair and threw his arm over his eyes. Even with Letty’s outrageous behavior, his plan for the ball had largely been a success, at least until this moment. He had not thought about Elizabeth Bennet during the entire evening. Not when the young Miss Blake, wearing the gown that would have better suited Miss Elizabeth sauntered past. Not when the musicians played the same music they had danced to at Netherfield. Not when he caught a glimpse of the library on the way to the card room and the same book Miss Elizabeth read while she stayed at Netherfield caught his gaze. Not when Letty attempted to involve him in conversation with her shallow chatter and gossip that bored him senseless instead of endeavoring to engage him in sensible discourse. None of those moments made him consider Miss Elizabeth at all.

It was only now in the solitude of his study that thoughts of that maddening woman invaded his consciousness, refusing to give way in the face of his stalwart defenses.

Why was it no young lady, regardless of fortune, connections, or beauty, seemed to measure up to the standard set by the impertinent Hertfordshire miss? There had to be something for this untoward distraction—something other than a stay in Bedlam.

Perhaps if he could escape the company of ladies all together. There was a thought…his club, fencing, boxing, horseracing. Sequestering himself away from the fairer sex—he had not tried that yet. He pressed his eyes. Beginning immediately…no tomorrow, he would withdraw to the company of men and at last escape the distraction of one Miss Elizabeth Bennet.

 

 

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  1. Oh, I would have loved to be present for that verbal smackdown between the cousins. Too fun!

    And poor Darcy’s housekeeper to be blamed for the effects of his hangover. Haha!

    1. I had a lot of fun imagining his scene with all of Darcy’s suffering. Thanks, Sophia!

  2. That is one of my favorite plays by Shakespeare. It would have been entertaining to hear those words from Elizabeth and Darcy.

    1. It is one of my favorites as well. I have had the same thought about Elizabeth and Darcy! Thanks, Patty!

    • Joana Starnes on January 7, 2015 at 4:42 am
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    That was delightful! What an exchange! Patty’s right, the verbal fencing between Beatrice and Signor Benedict would fit Elizabeth and Darcy to perfection!

    1. Great minds think alike, it seems! Thanks, Joana!

    • Maggie Griscom on January 7, 2015 at 8:28 am
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    I agree with the other comments. Darcy would probably not need the punch if the verbal fencing had been with Elizabeth instead of Letty. I hope he doesn’t really yell at the house keeper, although the temptation to make a point with the purposeful slamming, banging and clattering might have been too great. I’ve done that to my son a couple of times..it is very effective.

    1. I’m not sure she was so much making a point as that Darcy’s hangover was making everything feel a lot louder ad more uncomfortable that it actually was.But then again….

      Thanks, Maggie!

    • Florence Solowianiuk on January 7, 2015 at 10:42 am
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    This sounds like the ball from hell, from Darcy’s perspective. No wonder he drank to excess,. At least he’s been spared any snarky comments from the Colonel so far. Given his hung over state, that would have been cruel and unusual punishment.

    1. I thought about having Fitzwilliam visit again, but had the same thought about it being just too much for poor Darcy! Thanks, Florence!

    • Carole in Canada on January 7, 2015 at 12:06 pm
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    Ohhh the agony! Well done Maria…mixing one’s alcohol is never a good thing! Yes, if he was sparring with Elizabeth, he wouldn’t be interested in the punch. He’d be too busy appreciating her ‘fine eyes’!

    • Monica P on January 7, 2015 at 3:27 pm
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    Oh dear! Now I remember why it was titled A Ball to Forget. Lol

    Despite everything I still think he had a better time with Letty than if paired with someone else. At least she knows her Shakespeare, right? Much Ado About Nothing is my favorite – I adore it! I hope Darcy has a much better time next year when he attends with Lizzy 😉

    • Deborah on January 7, 2015 at 6:52 pm
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    Loved this missing scene, Grace. Poor Darcy, over indulging until he forgets to go to bed. I guess this is as the title said….A Ball to Forget. Unfortunately, it wasn’t forgotten. I thought it was funny. As for the hangover….at least he doesn’t usually imbibe do much.

    • BeckyC on January 7, 2015 at 7:49 pm
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    Poor Darcy! A miserable ball leading to a miserable hangover. We won’t talk about how much of that could have been avoided. Wonderful follow to part one.

    • Sheila L. M. on January 7, 2015 at 8:01 pm
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    Yes, I agree with others that this play by Shakespeare is one of my favorites and my thought was not that the housekeeper was banging and slamming but that to Darcy it seemed as if she was taking delight in torturing him. Thanks you for this missing scene.

    • Allison Sullivan on January 10, 2015 at 12:08 am
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    Oh, Darcy. Poor, stubborn man!

  3. My wish is fulfilled but what a horrible night and morning for Darcy. I feel a bit sorry for him to be stuck with Letty and hear her incessant insult, chatter and gossip. I hope he recovers from his hangover and do something useful to distract his obsession with Elizabeth.

    • Julie on January 21, 2015 at 7:22 pm
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    Oh, that was fun! Now, to just nudge him toward Rosings Park in the spring…

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