“What a fine pair they are,” said Lady Catherine de Bourgh, tilting her dark, lace-capped head sentimentally to the side, for effect. “Surely no finer children were ever seen in England.”
“You are right, I believe,” her sister Lady Anne Darcy answered placidly. “My little Darcy is remarkably strong and intelligent, and twice little Anne’s size.”
“Quite fitting, as he is a boy,” said Lady Catherine, her eyes darting from one to the other. “Have you thought of their futures, Anne?”
“Their futures? Why, Darcy is not a year old yet, and Anne not eight months. Besides, Darcy’s future is settled; he will be master of Pemberley one day, which is surely all one could ask, don’t you agree?”
“Oh, indeed,” said her sister, “but it is never too soon to look forward to the important question of marriage, you know. Look! I do believe the little fellow is regarding his cousin with real affection. See that? What a little love! It would almost seem as though they are meant for each other.”
“To marry, you mean? But it could not be for another twenty years, at soonest, my dear Catherine. And then, you know, they might fall in love with entirely different people.”
“Nonsense! Our children will always do as their mothers desire, I am sure. Only see – Darcy is reaching out. Why, he might be her little husband!”
“I think it is the kitten’s tail he wants.”
“Upon my word, it is her hand, I am positive. Anne, I have a thought. Why should we not promise them to each other? Then one day, little Anne – are you not happy that I named my daughter for you, dearest? – will be always at Pemberley.”
“Well,” considered Lady Anne, “I don’t see what little Darcy will gain by it. He is always at Pemberley already.”
“He would be master of Rosings as well, and of Lewis’s fortune, and mine, which is not inconsiderable. And he would be gaining the sweetest girl in all England – you can see she is that.”
“She is well enough, I suppose,” Lady Anne said observing the child critically.
“So you will do it? We will plight their troth? Come, you take Darcy’s hand, and I will take Anne’s, and we will hold them together – see – like that.”
Bending down between the cradles, Lady Catherine put one baby’s hand in the other’s. Immediately they both started loudly crying.
“They do not like it,” said Lady Anne indifferently.
“Oh! They do, they do. I am sure of it. And only think, years from now, and forever after – we will be able to say that this match, the match between the cousins Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy and Miss Anne de Bourgh, was intended from their infancy. That their mothers planned the union while they were in their cradles.”
“Poor little things,” Lady Anne was heard to murmur.
“Anything but poor, my dear sister! You mark my words,” Lady Catherine nodded vigorously, “they will live to thank us.”
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You know, I somehow get the feeling that one of these ladies isn’t quite as keen on this idea as the other, 🤔 who is totally ridiculous as far as I’m concerned! 🤪Both children appear to agree? 🤣😂
Exactly, haha! Catherine is ridiculous indeed. Wanted to roll my eyes. This was a well written snippet where I could totally envision this being how the scenario went.
Glynis – You’d have to think that Lady Catherine’s siblings might happen to disagree with her now and then, right?
I think the antipathy started in the cradle.
Very likely, Hollis! There seems to be no personal feeling between them at all as adults, not even cousinly feeling. Something like this might have happened in the cradle!
Don’t think Lady Anne would be calling her son Darcy. Should be Fitzwilluam or at least a moniker of his first name. I never like the variations where Georgiana, Elizabeth or any of her sisters call him Darcy. Never like when they call Charles, just Bingley once there are family connections.
Hi Jan, yes, I thought someone would point that out, it’s valid. However, even though Fitzwilliam is very often, and legitimately used, in variations, I prefer not to use it because Jane Austen never has a single character (even his close cousin-friend Col. Fitzwilliam) call him that. Very close friends often call him Darcy. We don’t know how he was addressed as a child, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it! Hope it doesn’t cause too much pain not to enjoy to story (smile).
Very well done! I have always enjoyed the mental picture produced by Lady Catherine’s “While in their cradles we planned the union,” but this is a more likely imagining. As for the name question, I appreciate your difficulty and do not criticize your decision.