Title: Pride and Prejudice
Author: Mara
Rating: PG
Pairing: Warrick/Gil Nick/Greg
Summary: This is the re-telling of Jane Austen's classic novel, staring the cast of CSI.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters

Chapter One

It is a fact, everyone agrees, that a young person with money should have a spouse. At least, that's the way they thought in nineteenth century England. (My nineteenth century England, of course.) Mrs. Brown was especially concerned that her two sons married well. Mr. and Mrs. Brown were a family of modest means, earning only about three thousand pounds a year. They lived in the country with their oldest son Warrick and their adopted son Greg. He was adopted as a small child, when his parents, close friends of the Brown's, died of a mysterious malady.

"My dear Mr. Brown, have you heard that Netherfield has been rented?" asked Mrs. Brown. Mr. Brown, who rarely paid attention to social happenings, had not heard this news.

"The widow Willows, says that Netherfield has been taken by a wealthy young man from the North of England. He is single and his name is Nicolas Stokes. He possesses a large fortune-five or six thousand pounds a year. What a fine thing it would be if he married one of our boys!" exclaimed Mrs. Brown.

It became her favorite daydream: Warrick her oldest or Greg, would marry the rich Mr. Stokes before the season was over. After all, the business of Mrs. Brown's life was to get her sons married.

With that goal in mind, Mr. Brown went to visit Mr. stokes. It was the only proper thing to do. In England it was considered a father's duty to introduce his children into good society. So Mr. Brown paid a social call on Mr. Stokes. He came home in high spirits. His sons were to meet the young squire at an upcoming ball!

Mrs. Brown was delighted! "My boys will shine at the dance, Mr. Brown," she trumpeted. "I just hope that Mr. Stokes will be taken by Warrick or Greg's beauty and charm." Mrs. Brown wasn't taking any chances! To make sure her sons would be noticed, the Browns invited him to a small dinner party at Longbourn, their home.

The party was planned carefully-only the finest china and the most delicious foods could be offered to Mr. Stokes. Finally, he arrived, accompanied by a party of four. Mr. Stokes' two sisters, Sophia, the oldest and Sara, the younger, the older sister's husband, Mr. David Phillips and Stokes best friend, a Mr. Gilbert Grissom.

How excited the Browns were to meet Mr. Stokes, who was good-looking and gentlemanly. He had a pleasant face and easy manners. But, at the dance, his friend, Mr. Grissom drew everyone's attention. He had a strong personality, handsome features and an income of over ten thousand pounds a year!

The ladies and gentleman present, thought that Mr. Grissom was a splendid looking man and almost as handsome as Mr. Stokes. He was definitely a better catch, as far as income was concerned. Everyone was in awe of Mr. Grissom. That was until he revealed his bad manners. Mr. Grissom suffered from the sin of pride--and not even a large estate in Derbyshire or a great fortune could make up for that. He was quickly disliked by the Browns, who found him an unsuitable match for either of their sons.

Mr. Stokes, in comparison, was elevated in their eyes. Mr. Stokes was a lively young man and eagerly danced every dance. What a contrast between him and his friend!

Mr. Grissom danced only once, with Miss Sara Stokes and refused to be introduced to anyone else. Instead, he spent the rest of the evening walking around the room. "He has a most deplorable character," declared Mrs. Brown. Her neighbors readily agreed. Soon, Mr. Grissom was considered the proudest and most disagreeable man in the world!

"Come, Grissom," said Stokes. "I hate to see you standing about by yourself. It's so much better to dance."

"I won't," answered his friend. "You know how I hate to dance unless I know my partner."

"Come on," coaxed Stokes, "there are many pretty girls and handsome men here this evening."

"You are dancing with the most handsome man in the room," replied Grissom, looking at Greg Brown.

"He is the most handsome man I have ever met! Let me introduce you to his brother, who is also very handsome," Stokes quickly suggested. He indicated Warrick Brown, who was a few feet away.

Grissom turned to look at Warrick, caught his eye, then turned away. "He is not handsome enough to tempt me," he said coldly.

‘How rude he is!' thought Warrick. As Mr. Grissom walked off abruptly, Warrick made up his mind. He would never like Mr. Grissom. Warrick was a highly intelligent young man. Further, he was fiercely independent and followed his own mind far more than those of the people around him. This was a trait that bothered his mother. He could be very stubborn and quick to anger, at times.

Despite Grissom's attitude, the evening passed pleasantly. Stokes' open admiration of Greg put the entire Brown family in good spirits. Mrs. Brown may have despised Grissom, but she thought Stokes charming, handsome and elegant. Oh what a match he would be for Greg!

When everyone finally left, Warrick and Greg were alone in their room and they talked about the dance. "Mr. Stokes is everything I'd hoped for," admitted Greg, "He's well-bred, funny and has wonderful manners!"

"He is also very handsome," Warrick teased his brother, "and so he is just perfect!"

Warrick and Greg, who besides being brothers were the best of friends, spent many happy hours discussing their ideas about love and marriage. Their relationship was like the close friendship between Stokes and Grissom. Grissom valued the easy, open ways of his friend and Stokes valued Grissom's judgment and understanding. But there was a big difference between them: Stokes was liked by everyone; Grissom was always offending people.

The party brought out the differences between the two men. Stokes thought he had never met nicer people. "Greg Brown is absolutely stunning. He's the most charming man I have ever met!" he told his friend. Grissom, for his part, saw little to like about the people of Meryton.

"Mrs. Brown is course and unrefined. Your own sisters agree with me," Grissom told Stokes.

"My sisters like Greg Brown," Stokes replied. "You may think what you like, Grissom, but I don't care about Greg Brown's mother. I intend to pursue Greg!"



Chapter Two

The next day, Warrick, Greg and their friend, Catherine Willows, daughter of the widow Willows, met to discuss the party. The longtime friends talked about Grissom's coldness.

"Miss Sara Stokes told me," said Greg, "that he only speaks to his own friends. With them he is remarkably agreeable."

"Maybe he has an excuse to be proud," suggested Catherine. "He has family, fortune, everything in his favor."

"That is very true," laughed Warrick. "Perhaps I could forgive his pride, if he hadn't wounded mine!" Grissom, however, was soon forgotten as the friends turned to a more interesting topic--the likelihood of a marriage between Greg and Stokes!

"Don't hide your feelings," Catherine warned Greg. "Few people can be in love without encouragement. In nine cases out of ten, one had better show their affection. Stokes likes you, but you must let him know the feeling is mutual."

"Your plan is a good one," noted Warrick, "if the object is to get just any spouse. But Greg wants someone extra special. He wants to be happy with his choice."

"Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance," Catherine insisted.

Even as Warrick discussed the ways of love, he never guessed that he had become an object of interest to Mr. Grissom! At first, Grissom told his friends that he held no attraction for him. But no sooner had he said this than he began to notice his beautiful features. His eyes were the most wondrous shade of green and they held an intelligent expression. Grissom was also quite charmed by Warrick's playful manners.

Warrick, however, had not the slightest idea of how Grissom felt. Mr. Grissom decided to make his feelings, in some way, known to Warrick. The next time he saw him at the widow Willows' party, he quickly asked Warrick to dance, but Warrick declined his invitation. Remembering Grissom's rudeness at their last meeting, he turned away. Yet instead of being offended, Grissom was intrigued. He just couldn't understand or explain this sudden new feeling for Warrick Brown, not even to himself.



Chapter Three

Marriage and money were the main subjects on Mrs. Brown's mind. Warrick and Greg only talked about love. Of course, marriage was not a subject to consider lightly. Mr. Brown's income was only three thousand pounds a year. Unfortunately, Mr. Brown had no daughters, his property would go to a distant cousin, if his sons did not marry and produce female heirs. And so, money was always at the forefront of Mrs. Brown's thoughts.

"If a nice young colonel, with five or six thousand pounds a year, should want one of my sons, I shall heartily approve," Mrs. Brown often exclaimed, both to herself and to Mr. Brown, whenever the patient gentleman gave her the chance.

She was interrupted this time by a servant who brought a letter from Netherfield for Greg.

"Miss Sara Stokes," said Greg breathlessly, "has invited me to dinner." Mrs. Brown was thrilled! A horse was immediately brought round to the house. Mr. Brown worried about the bad weather, but his wife would not hear of any delay.

"This is a wonderful sign, dear," Mrs. Brown exclaimed. "Use your charm to make a good impression." So, in spite of the rain and cold, Greg rode the four miles to Netherfield. The next morning, however, brought the family disturbing news. A note arrived from Mr. Stokes, stating that Greg had a bad cold and fever. The doctor who had been summoned suggested he spend a few days at Netherfield until he got better.

Mrs. Brown was ecstatic by the unexpected event. "This will give young Mr. Stokes and Greg a chance to see more of each other!" she said happily.

"I'm worried about Greg! How do we know if he's all right? I will go to Netherfield at once," cried Warrick.

"I have no horse to spare, Ricky," said his father.

"No matter," said a determined Warrick, "I shall walk to Netherfield."

On Warrick's arrival at Netherfield, he was shown into the breakfast parlor. Mr. Grissom had very little to say, but thought to himself how handsome Warrick looked after his long walk. Then Warrick was immediately taken to see Greg, who was almost too ill to speak to his brother.

Warrick sat by Greg's bedside for a long time and finally, Warrick felt he should go, but Greg wanted him to stay. The Stokes‘, not wanting to alarm Greg, in his serious condition, agreed. A servant was sent to inform the Browns that both men were staying at Netherfield until further notice.

That night at dinner, Greg's condition was explained to Mr. stokes. His Concern for Greg was evident. At the same time, he was most kind to Warrick, who thought him an ideal match for his beloved brother. After dinner, Warrick excused himself and went to Greg's room.

"Greg Brown is a very sweet man and quite good looking. I wish him well with all my heart," Miss Stokes sighed, once Warrick was out of earshot. "But with such low family connections, I'm afraid there is little chance for him."

"Sara, It doesn't make Greg or Warrick one jot less wonderful," cried Stokes, in defense of the brothers.

"But it must lessen their chance of marrying people of consideration in the world," said Grissom.

To this, Stokes made no answer. Sometime later, Warrick rejoined the group in the drawing room. The rest of the party decided to play whist. Warrick, too worried about his brother to concentrate, politely declined the invitation. Miss Stokes, who was catty, rather than friendly, seized the opportunity to tease Warrick.

"Mr. Warrick Brown," said Miss Stokes, "despises cards. He is apparently a great reader and has no pleasure in anything else."

"I have pleasure in a great many things," replied Warrick.

"Grissom, sensing a challenge, turned the conversation to the subject of accomplished persons. "I know only six people who are really accomplished, "he said. "I think such a person must have appreciation of the arts, speak several languages and be knowledgeable about books."

"I am not surprised at your knowing only six such people," Warrick said. "I am amazed that you know any!"

Grissom looked at him very carefully. It was not the answer he had expected from him. Beneath Warrick Brown's laughing exterior, there was a very perceptive young man indeed. He had a great deal of wit and intelligence. That was not the sort of thing he would think to be among the traits of a man who lived quietly and simply in the country.

Perhaps he had been too quick to judge Warrick Brown. Perhaps his pride had gotten in the way once again!



Chapter Four

The next morning, Mrs. Brown was summoned to Netherfield. Greg was still very ill and it was decided that he should not return home in his present state. Satisfied that the illness was not dangerous, Mrs. Brown had no wish to take her son away from Netherfield.

"I am sure," Mrs. Brown said, "if it was not for such good friends I do not know what would have become of our poor Greg."

Mrs. Brown repeated her thanks to Mr. Stokes for his many kindnesses to Greg. Catherine Willows, who had accompanied Mrs. Brown to Netherfield, reminded Stokes of his promise to hold a ball. "Once Greg is well enough to attend, I will see to the ball personally," he promised. Delighted with his good spirits and the promise of Greg's recovery, Mrs. Brown and Catherine soon left.

Warrick returned to Greg's room. Once he was gone the Stokes sisters resumed their gossip. This time, however, Grissom refused to listen to any criticism of Warrick Brown, which only helped to infuriate Sara Stokes.

‘Was he falling in love with Warrick?' he asked himself.

He wasn't the only one who noticed a change in the air. That evening, Warrick sensed how often Mr. Grissom's eyes followed him. He couldn't imagine why, since he thought that Grissom quite disliked him.

"Would you care to dance a reel?" Grissom asked all of a sudden.

"I know you wish me to say yes, so you could criticize my taste in music, but I delight in overthrowing those kind of schemes," Warrick stated calmly. "So hate me if you must."

"I must not, could not," said Grissom politely.

Warrick was amazed at his gallantry, since he had so clearly snubbed the man. Grissom did not care. He had never before been so mesmerized by anyone.

Greg was soon well enough to join the others downstairs. Stokes was full of joy and attentive to Greg's every want and need. Warrick saw it all with great delight. Grissom saw only Warrick and he was anxious to speak to him alone. He engaged Warrick in a lively conversation about pride and temperament.

"I cannot forget the faults of others as quickly as I should," Grissom admitted. "My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever."

"That is a fault!" Warrick smirked, "But I can not laugh at you and you are certainly in no danger from me."

"No one is perfect. There is in everyone some particular character flaw," Grissom baited Warrick.

"If so, I'd say that your particular defect is a desire to hate everybody," Warrick said lightly.

"And yours," he replied with a devilish smile, "is to misunderstand them."

Warrick laughed and rejoined the others.

Grissom, after a few moments, thought he might be in another kind of danger--paying Warrick too much attention!



Chapter Five

The next morning, the brothers agreed that Greg was well enough to leave Netherfield and Warrick wrote to tell his mother. Mrs. Brown would have preferred them to remain at Netherfield the following week. But Warrick was determined and urged Greg to borrow Mr. Stokes' carriage immediately.

Stokes greeted this request with genuine regret, but Greg stood his ground. "You have been extremely kind to me and I thank your sisters. But I am better now and it is time for me to return home."

To Mr. Grissom, it was welcome news. Warrick had been at Netherfield long enough. He was becoming too attracted to him. To discourage Warrick from thinking he would pay him anymore attention, Grissom did not bother to say goodbye. On Sunday, after church, the Brown brothers returned to Longbourn.

When Warrick and Greg arrived home they were greeted by their cousin Tina. They soon learned that she would be staying with the Browns for an extended period of time. Apparently, Tina's parents had fallen on hard times. And Mr. Brown, being a soft hearted man, could not refuse his only brother's request.

"I hope, my dear," said Mr. Brown to his wife at breakfast the following morning, "that you ordered a lot for dinner. We will be receiving an additional house guest this evening."

"Who do you mean?" she asked.

"It is my cousin, Mr. Conrad Ecklie. The man who will inherit my money and this house when I die."

"Don't talk to me of that horrible man," cried his wife. "It is the cruelest thing in the world that your estate should be taken away from your children."

"Mr. Ecklie sent me a letter," explained Mr. Brown. "He has been ordained a minister and is in the parish of the Honorable Lady Heather de Sade. He feels badly about the inheritance. In fact, he says it is his duty to promote peace. At four o'clock, therefore, we may expect this peacemaking gentleman," said Mr. Brown as he folded up the letter.

The Brown family was divided as to this relative of theirs. Mrs. Brown was anxious to convince Mr. Ecklie that he should make amends. Warrick thought him likely to be odd and his father always found him to be a strange mixture of humbleness and self-importance. All the family were interested in meeting him.

Mr. Ecklie was on time and was greeted with great politeness. He was a thin, balding man in his early forties. He had a puffed-up air and stiff manners. He complimented the Browns on their handsome sons and slyly hinted at a marriage to one of them!

During dinner, Mr. Brown asked about Mr. Ecklie's patroness, Lady Heather de Sade. Mr. Ecklie was full of her praises.

"Lady Heather is all one could wish for in a person of importance. Such manners! Such style! She advises me to marry as soon as possible."

Warrick and Greg exchanged secret smiles. What a funny man!

"You possess the talent of flattery," observed Mr. Brown, who found his cousin as absurd as he remembered.

But it was not poor Mr. Ecklie's fault. He was just not a sensible man. As a boy, he had been wrongly taught that flattery was the answer to ignorance and fear, both of which traits he had much of.

As such, he was a source of comedy for the Brown boys. They hated how he worshiped Lady Heather. They preferred more independent, honest men.

Still, Mr. Ecklie could boast of a good house and income, and, as such, he was considered a good catch, certainly by himself. And he did feel badly about the estate and had hopes of being friends with the Browns. But his solution was to marry one of the sons. In this way, he thought, he could make up to them for inheriting their father's estate. He didn't realize how ridiculous his mannerisms made him look to Warrick and Greg, at least.

Moreover, Ecklie thought them both so handsome. So, in order to get to know them better, he suggested a walk into their little town of Meryton. But there the attention of the boys was soon caught by another man, whom they had never seen before. Their friend, Mr. Archie Johnson introduced his acquaintance, Mr. David Hodges, an officer in the army, who was dashing and handsome, with a wickedly sarcastic sense of humor. This ultimately appealed to Warrick.

They hadn't spoken to Hodges long when they saw Grissom and Stokes riding down the street. Warrick noticed Hodges and Grissom look at each other with astonishment. Both men flushed. Then they set off. Was there some trouble between Hodges and Grissom, Warrick wondered.

Greg and Tina were to busy with Mr. Johnson and Mr. Hodges to notice. The young soldiers escorted the Browns and Mr. Ecklie back to Longbourn and excepted an invitation to stay for dinner. Although everyone who was present noticed Mr. Hodges, he chose to sit next to Warrick. They quickly fell into easy conversation.

With such a rival for everyone's attention as Mr. Hodges, poor Mr. Ecklie seemed to disappear from view.



Chapter Six

While the rest of the party sat down to play cards, Hodges and Warrick talked. Warrick was eager to learn of his acquaintance with Mr. Grissom.

"I take it Netherfield is not far from Meryton. Has Mr. Grissom been staying there?" Mr. Hodges asked.

"About a month," replied Warrick. "He is a man of very large property in Derbyshire, I understand."

"Yes, his estate is a noble one. I have known Mr. Grissom for sometime now."

Warrick was surprised by this news. "I find him very disagreeable. He is not at all liked here. Everybody is disgusted with his pride."

Hodges smiled, "I cannot pretend to be sorry. The world is blinded by his fortune and importance, or frightened by his high and demanding manners."

"I hope your plans will not be affected by his being here," Warrick said hopefully.

"Oh no, it is not for me to be driven away by Mr. Grissom. If he wishes to avoid seeing me, he must go. We are not on friendly terms and it always gives me pain to meet him," Hodges said and then he explained his reason.

"I was not meant for military life. The church ought to have been my profession and I should now have a most valuable place, had it not been for Mr. Grissom. I worked for five years as a trusted advisor to Mr. Grissom's father and he held a great attachment for me. He promised me a place in the church, but when he passed, his son broke the agreement. He started a scandal that would assure I would never receive a place in the church.

"Good heavens," cried Warrick. "Why didn't you get a lawyer?"

"It was an informal bequest. A man of honor could not have doubted the intention, but Mr. Grissom chose to doubt it and then set out to ruin my good name." Hodges shrugged.

"This is quite shocking! He deserves to be publicly disgraced," Announced Warrick angrily.

"Sometime or other he will be. But not by me. I cannot forget his father's kindness, so I can never defy or expose his son."

Warrick honored him for such feelings and thought Hodges more handsome than ever. "But what," Warrick said after a pause, "can his motive have been?"

"I believe it was jealousy. His nephew and ward had a fondness for me. His name was Robert Dawson. He was a very sweet, kind boy and we got on well. He spent more time with me than he did with Grissom. It Was his own nephew, whom he involved in the scandal, and for hurting Bobby, I can never forgive him."

"I never would have believed him capable of such revenge, such an injustice as this," Warrick fumed. After a few minutes reflection, however, Warrick continued, "It's no wonder that Mr. Grissom's pride has made him so unfair to you."

"He does have pride," agreed Hodges.

"What ever happened to Grissom's nephew, Bobby?" Warrick queried.

"Well, I wish I could say that he was still the same sweet boy I once knew, but alas, I cannot. Over the years he has been jaded by his uncle and I am no longer allowed contact with him. They say he is now as disagreeable and prideful as his uncle. Such a pity!"

Mr. Hodges' attention was diverted by Mr. Ecklie for a few moments. Then he turned and asked Warrick whether his cousin was acquainted with the family of de Sade.

"Lady Heather de Sade," he replied, "is his patroness. She has recently given him a parish."

"You do know that Lady Heather de Sade is the much younger sister of Lady Grissom. Lady Heather is Mr. Grissom's aunt, said Hodges.

"I never heard of her existence until yesterday," replied Warrick.

"Her daughter, Miss de Sade, will inherit a very large fortune. It is believed that she and Grissom will marry and join the two estates one day," said Hodges knowingly.

This information made Warrick smile. Poor Miss Sara Stokes' eager attempts to snare Grissom were all in vain. Warrick then bade Mr. Hodges a good evening and once he had gone, Warrick could think of no one, but him.



Chapter Seven



The next day Warrick told Greg what had passed between Mr. Hodges and himself. Greg listened with astonishment and concern. Could Grissom be so unworthy of Mr. Stokes' friendship? Yet, it was not in Greg's nature to question the truthfulness of someone who seemed as nice as Hodges did.

"Can Mr. Grissom's closest friends be so deceived by him?" Greg wondered.

"I can believe Mr. Stokes is being ignorant of the facts. But why would Mr. Hodges make up such a story? If it's untrue, let Mr. Grissom contradict it," replied an exasperated Warrick.

"I don't know what to think," said a very confused Greg.

"I know exactly what to think," replied a determined Warrick.

The two men were interrupted by the arrival of Mr. Stokes and his sisters. They came with their personal invitation to the long expected ball at Netherfield. The idea of the ball was eagerly anticipated by all!

Greg pictured himself a happy evening in the company of Mr. Stokes, while Warrick thought of dancing with Mr. Hodges. Not only were the Brown's invited, even Mr. Ecklie was included in in the Stokes' hospitality. Ecklie immediately asked Warrick for the first two dances.

Warrick was caught off guard. He had expected to share these dances with Mr. Hodges. Still, Mr. Ecklie's offer was excepted with as much grace as a disappointed man could muster. Then it hit Warrick. Ecklie meant to propose to him! Warrick had noticed his increasing friendliness to him and even his mother thought Mr. Ecklie a good match, Warrick, however, pretended not to take the hint.

Until Warrick entered the drawing-room at Netherfield and looked in vain for Mr. Hodges, he never doubted he'd be there. Had he been purposely not invited by the Stokes' on Mr. Grissom's behalf? Warrick was very suspicious.

In Hodges' absence, Warrick had to keep his promise to dance with Mr. Ecklie. He was an awkward, terrible dancing partner. Warrick's poor feet were the proof.

He danced next with an officer; then-before he could catch his breath, Mr. Grissom took him by the hand and led him onto the dance floor. For the longest time, they didn't speak.

"It is your turn to say something, Mr. Grissom," Warrick pronounced, after commenting on the music.

"Do you always talk while you're dancing?" he asked.

"Sometimes. It would look odd to be entirely silent," Warrick answered.

So Grissom asked if Warrick and his brother often walked into Meryton. Warrick said yes, then added, "When you met us there, we had just made a new acquaintance."

The effect of his words were immediate. A deep shade of red spread over Grissom's face, but he said nothing. Finally he spoke. "Mr. Hodges is blessed with such manners that ensure he make friends. I'm not convinced, however, that he can keep them."

"Well," Warrick retorted, "he's lost your friendship and he'll suffer for it all his life!"

Grissom did not reply to his accusation. He quickly changed the subject to books.

But Warrick was not to be ignored. "I remember you once told me that you hardly ever forgave anyone. You must be very careful in your judgments then."

"I am," he said in a firm voice.

"And are you never blinded by prejudice?" Warrick asked pointedly.

"I hope not. May I ask why all the questions?"

"I'm just trying to decide the kind of man you are," he said as they separated. Warrick was unmoved by their discussion, but Grissom felt himself overpowered by his feelings for Warrick.

They had parted only a moment when Sara Stokes came toward Warrick with a nasty expression on her face. "I hear you are taken with David Hodges! Did he tell you he worked for Mr. Grissom's father? He claims Young Mr. Grissom treated him badly. This is untrue. I do not know the particulars, but I know Mr. Grissom is not to blame for any such treatment."

"According to you his guilt is inevitable in the face of Mr. Grissom's importance," Warrick said angrily. "I have heard nothing worse than his being in the employ of Mr. Grissom's father and he told this to me himself. You mistake me if you expect to influence me with such an attack. I see nothing in it but your ignorance and Mr. Grissom's malice!"

Miss Stokes turned away with a sneer and Warrick was soon joined by Greg.

"Mr. Stokes does not know the whole story between Hodges and Grissom, but he will vouch for the good conduct of his friend," said Greg. "He believes that Hodges is not a respectable man.

"Mr. Stokes does not know Hodges personally?" asked Warrick.

"No," replied Greg.

"Then the account he has received is from Mr. Grissom. Mr. Stokes' defense of his friend is admirable, but he is not a reliable source if he has no firsthand information," cautioned Warrick.

The brothers discussed happier matters, such as Greg's delight in Stokes' attentiveness. Warrick could see that the two had a deep love for one another. Greg could enjoy all the blessings of a marriage of true love.

Warrick wasn't alone in his sentiments, his mother could talk of nothing else! Warrick tried to stop his mother from boasting of Greg's future possibilities in public, but his effort was hopeless.

Mrs. Brown was a vain and silly woman who often embarrassed her sons. Not surprisingly, Mrs. Brown returned to Longbourn in high spirits, convinced that her son Greg would soon be settled in Netherfield and Warrick would eventually marry silly Mr. Ecklie!



Chapter Eight



Indeed, the very next day, Mr. Ecklie asked Mrs. Brown if he could be alone with Warrick. They met in the drawing room and he immediately stated his intentions. "As soon as I entered this house, I singled you out as my future mate," he began.

"I should state my reasons for coming to Hampshire. One, I think it right that all clergymen marry to set a good example. Two, I think it will add to my happiness and Three, because my patroness wishes it. Of course, I could have searched for a mate in my own parish," he added, "but I feel I owe it to your family to make my inheritance easier by marrying one of it's sons."

"Thank you for the compliment you pay me," Warrick began, "but I must say no."

"It is not unusual for someone to reject a suitor they secretly wish to accept," he said smugly.

"Mr. Ecklie! I am perfectly serious. You could not make me happy and I am the last man in the world who could make you happy. You have satisfied your feelings toward my family, but I consider this matter settled."

"You are charming!" he responded, trying to be gallant. "I'm sure you will eventually accept my proposal."

Warrick walked out of the room. When he said something, he meant it. Anyone who did not understand that, certainly did not understand him! If he would not believe his refusal, perhaps he would believe the negative answer her father was sure to give him!

Mr. Ecklie lost no time in telling Mrs. Brown of her son's refusal. His mother was so angry she summoned Warrick to the library to speak to his father. Mrs. Brown felt sure her husband would talk some sense into Warrick.

"Your mother insists upon your accepting his hand. Is this not so, Mrs. Brown?" Mr. Brown asked. "Yes, or I will never see him again," his wife exclaimed.

"An unhappy alternative is before you, Ricky. From this day you must be a stranger to one of your parents. Your mother will never see you again if you do not marry Mr. Ecklie and I will never see you again if you do!" He smiled at his son.

Warrick could not help but smile back at his father's words, but Mrs. Brown, who expected a different reaction from her husband, was very disappointed. In addition, Mrs. Brown was furious at her son's independent behavior.

In the middle of this family turmoil, Catherine Willows came to spend the day. She was met in the vestibule by Tina, who-flying to her, cried in a half-whisper, "Guess what happened? Mr. Ecklie proposed to Ricky and he turned him down!"

Catherine's reply was blocked by the entrance of Greg and Warrick.

They spoke for a few minutes and then Mrs. Brown entered and bemoaned the curse of undutiful children. Mr. Ecklie finally accepted the inevitable refusal. From this moment on, he decided to ignore Warrick, thinking he would punish him this way.

But Warrick was happy and relieved to be rid of the unwanted, boring attention of this silly man.



Chapter Nine



After a silent breakfast, Warrick and Tina walked to Meryton to see Mr. Hodges. Warrick was pleased to see him. "Why did you not attend the ball?" he asked. "I think you would have enjoyed it."

He explained to Warrick that he had voluntarily decided to avoid the ball at Netherfield, so as not to cause problems for Mr. Grissom. His sensitivity increased Warrick's affectionate feelings for him.

Soon after they returned home from town, Warrick looked for Greg. He wanted to see his brother alone, and tell him all the news of Mr. Hodges, but it wasn't to be. Greg was too upset. "Greg, whatever is the matter?" Warrick asked anxiously.

"I have received a letter from Sara Stokes. It says that the Stokes' have left Netherfield and are on their way to London. They have no plans to be here at present. It is evident that they will not return this winter," Greg sighed sadly. ‘I don't understand why he is doing this. There is more," he added. "Sara writes that Bobby Dawson is a most accomplished young man and that her hope is for her brother to marry him!"

"I have a different opinion," stated Warrick. "I think Miss Stokes knows that her brother is in love with you, but she wants him to marry Mr. Dawson. This way she might have a chance with Grissom and by keeping her brother in London she will convince him to forget all about you."

"Oh, Greg. We are not rich enough or grand enough for Miss Stokes. Sara thinks that if her brother marries Grissom's nephew then she may have a chance to marry Grissom herself! Her plan might even succeed if Miss de Sade were out of the way. But don't worry, Greg, no one can alter his love for you," Warrick consoled his brother.

While Greg pined over Stokes, Mr. Ecklie still moped around. Warrick was very grateful for the presence of his friend Catherine, who always engaged him in conversation. Catherine's kindness, however, had another motive: She wanted to marry Mr. Ecklie herself! Catherine's persistence was quickly rewarded. Just days after being rejected by Warrick, Mr. Ecklie proposed to Catherine. And Catherine, whose only desire was for a house of her own, was happy to accept.

The widow Willow's was delighted with the match. Since she had no money to leave Catherine, Mr. Ecklies' position made him a most eligible match for her daughter. Widow Willows even began calculating how many more years Mr. Brown was likely to live. After all, one day the Longbourn estate would belong to Mr. Ecklie!

Catherine was more than satisfied. She knew that Mr. Ecklie wasn't a serious man and that his company was rather annoying. But this marriage would give her a position in life that was satisfactory enough for her. Catherine was content.

Warrick and Greg, meanwhile, had little time for Catherine or Mr. Ecklie. They were more concerned about Stokes' sudden departure. It was rumored that he would not return to Netherfield for Christmas, a report that angered Mrs. Brown, and which she insisted was a scandalous lie.

Even Warrick began to fear for Greg's happiness. He worried that Stokes' sisters would keep him away. The united efforts of his two unfeeling sisters and Grissom, his best friend, assisted by the attractiveness of Mr. Dawson, might be enough for him to forget Greg.

As for Greg, his anxiety was even more painful than Warrick's, but he hid his true feelings. Still, an hour seldom passed in which Mrs. Brown did not talk of Stokes, or remind Greg that he had been treated badly. It needed all of Greg's patience to bear his mother's harsh words.

In fairness, Mrs. Brown was really in a most pitiful state. The very mention of Mr. Stokes threw her into despair, and she heard talk of him wherever she went. Moreover, the sight of Catherine Willows was oppressive to her. As her likely replacement in the Longbourn house, she regarded Catherine with jealous hatred. She complained bitterly to her husband.

"My dear, do not give way to such gloomy thoughts," he comforted her. "Let us hope for better things. Maybe I will survive you." This gentile irony did not console Mrs. Brown, who left the room to avoid her husbands remarks.

The inheritance preoccupied Mrs. Brown, but not her sons. They were too busy thinking of their own lives and what their futures might hold. Greg's situation was most upsetting. "Will he return to Hertfordshire as he promised me?" Greg asked himself. "Or have I lost him forever?"

When Miss Stokes' next letter arrived, it put an end to Greg's doubts. The very first sentence explained that they were settled in London for the winter. Hope was gone. Sara even had the gall to boast of her brother's affection for Mr. Dawson!

Warrick heard this and fumed. His heart was divided between concern for Greg, and resentment towards the others. That Nick Stokes was really fond of Greg, he never doubted. As much as he liked him, he could not think of him without anger. Why was he such a slave to his sister and friends? Why had he sacrificed his happiness with Greg? Greg refused to blame Nick, but Warrick did.

"There seems to be a shortage of merit and sense in some people. I can cite two recent examples: Stokes' departure and Catherine's marriage," Warrick noted. "Mr. Ecklie is a conceited, narrow-minded fool! No self-respecting person would ever marry such a man. Can Catherine be in her right mind?"

"You mentioned two instances, Ricky," said Greg. "I don't blame Nick. We must not expect a young person to always act responsibly. My vanity deceived me. I thought admiration meant more than it did."

And Stokes made you think that it did!" Warrick cried.

"Do you think his sisters influence him? Asked Greg. "I'm sure they only wish for his happiness."

"They may wish things besides his happiness," countered Warrick. "They may wish he increase his wealth, so they may wish him to marry someone rich."

"If they believed he loved me, they would not try to part us," said Greg. "If he loved me, they could not succeed. This kind of talk upsets me. I can't take much more."

Warrick respected Greg's wishes. From then on, they rarely mentioned Nick's name.



Chapter 10



Mr. Hodges' presence helped dispel the gloom at Longbourn. Grissom's mistreatment of him was openly believed, and Grissom was thought to be the worst of men.

On the following Monday, Mrs. Brown's Brother, a widower, arrived to spend Christmas at Longbourn. Mr. Brass was a kind gentleman and greatly loved by his nephews, especially Warrick.

After distributing his gifts, Mr. Brass asked Warrick privately about Greg and Mr. Stokes. "I never saw a more adoring suitor," Warrick replied.

"Do you think I could persuade Greg to return with me to London? A change of scene might do him good," said his uncle. "I live in a different part of town. My social circles are so different. It's unlikely he and Mr. Stokes would meet."

Mr. Brass stayed the week at Longbourn, and what with them, the neighbors, the widow Willows and the officers, there were parties everyday. When the party was at home, Warrick always attended. On these occasions. Mr. Brass carefully watched Warrick and Mr. Hodges together. Without supposing them to be in love, their closeness made Brass uneasy. Was he really good for Warrick, he wondered.

Mr. Brass decided to approach his nephew the very next day. "You are too sensible a person, Ricky, to fall in love merely because you are warned against it. So be on your guard. I have nothing to say against him," he hastened to add. "He is an interesting man; if he had money, all would be well. But as it is, you must not let your fancy runaway with you. You have sense and we all expect you to use it."

"My dear uncle, I am not in love with Mr. Hodges. I can promise you that I won't rush into anything. I will try to do what I think best." Warrick thanked his uncle for his concern, and they parted on good terms. Mr. Brass left the following day, with Greg in tow.

Once in London, Greg wrote to Sara Stokes, hoping they could meet. Four weeks went by without a word. One day, Sara paid Greg a surprise visit.

"I can't stay long, Greg. Nick does not intend to ever return to Netherfield. I know that you care for my brother, and I thought you should know the truth," Miss Stokes said and then, without even a goodbye, she rushed off.

Greg was terribly upset. He wrote immediately to tell Warrick the sad news. This letter gave Warrick much pain. The situation with Mr. Stokes was hopeless. Poor Greg!

About this time, Mr. Brass paid a brief visit to Warrick. He reminded his nephew of his warning concerning Hodges. The news Warrick told him pleased his uncle more than himself. The week before, Hodges wrote that he was now attached to a woman. The lady's charms consisted of a fortune of ten thousand pounds and Hodges was courting her with all his heart.

"But Warrick," his uncle mused, "What sort of affair is this? I'm sorry to think Hodges so money hungry."

Warrick was exhausted by all the talk of romance and money and longed for a diversion. So he decided to visit his good friend Catherine and her new husband, Mr. Ecklie. A journey was planned. Warrick would accompany the widow Willows to Hunsford, where Catherine now lived.

Although Mr. Ecklie was far from being a favorite of Warrick's, he was eager to see Catherine, and a change of scenery, after all, was supposed to be a remedy for so many problems. It was with a hopeful heart that Warrick packed his trunk and got ready for his new adventure.
Title: Pride and Prejudice
Author: Mara
Rating: PG
Pairing: Warrick/Gil Nick/Greg
Summary: This is the re-telling of Jane Austen's classic novel, staring the cast of CSI
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters
 
Pride and Prejudice

Chapter One

It is a fact, everyone agrees, that a young person with money should have a spouse. At least, that's the way they thought in nineteenth century England. (My nineteenth century England, of course.) Mrs. Brown was especially concerned that her two sons married well. Mr. and Mrs. Brown were a family of modest means, earning only about three thousand pounds a year. They lived in the country with their oldest son Warrick and their adopted son Greg. He was adopted as a small child, when his parents, close friends of the Brown's, died of a mysterious malady.

"My dear Mr. Brown, have you heard that Netherfield has been rented?" asked Mrs. Brown. Mr. Brown, who rarely paid attention to social happenings, had not heard this news.

"The widow Willows, says that Netherfield has been taken by a wealthy young man from the North of England. He is single and his name is Nicolas Stokes. He possesses a large fortune-five or six thousand pounds a year. What a fine thing it would be if he married one of our boys!" exclaimed Mrs. Brown.

It became her favorite daydream: Warrick her oldest or Greg, would marry the rich Mr. Stokes before the season was over. After all, the business of Mrs. Brown's life was to get her sons married.

With that goal in mind, Mr. Brown went to visit Mr. stokes. It was the only proper thing to do. In England it was considered a father's duty to introduce his children into good society. So Mr. Brown paid a social call on Mr. Stokes. He came home in high spirits. His sons were to meet the young squire at an upcoming ball!

Mrs. Brown was delighted! "My boys will shine at the dance, Mr. Brown," she trumpeted. "I just hope that Mr. Stokes will be taken by Warrick or Greg's beauty and charm." Mrs. Brown wasn't taking any chances! To make sure her sons would be noticed, the Browns invited him to a small dinner party at Longbourn, their home.

The party was planned carefully-only the finest china and the most delicious foods could be offered to Mr. Stokes. Finally, he arrived, accompanied by a party of four. Mr. Stokes' two sisters, Sophia, the oldest and Sara, the younger, the older sister's husband, Mr. David Phillips and Stokes best friend, a Mr. Gilbert Grissom.

How excited the Browns were to meet Mr. Stokes, who was good-looking and gentlemanly. He had a pleasant face and easy manners. But, at the dance, his friend, Mr. Grissom drew everyone's attention. He had a strong personality, handsome features and an income of over ten thousand pounds a year!

The ladies and gentleman present, thought that Mr. Grissom was a splendid looking man and almost as handsome as Mr. Stokes. He was definitely a better catch, as far as income was concerned. Everyone was in awe of Mr. Grissom. That was until he revealed his bad manners. Mr. Grissom suffered from the sin of pride--and not even a large estate in Derbyshire or a great fortune could make up for that. He was quickly disliked by the Browns, who found him an unsuitable match for either of their sons.

Mr. Stokes, in comparison, was elevated in their eyes. Mr. Stokes was a lively young man and eagerly danced every dance. What a contrast between him and his friend!

Mr. Grissom danced only once, with Miss Sara Stokes and refused to be introduced to anyone else. Instead, he spent the rest of the evening walking around the room. "He has a most deplorable character," declared Mrs. Brown. Her neighbors readily agreed. Soon, Mr. Grissom was considered the proudest and most disagreeable man in the world!

"Come, Grissom," said Stokes. "I hate to see you standing about by yourself. It's so much better to dance."

"I won't," answered his friend. "You know how I hate to dance unless I know my partner."

"Come on," coaxed Stokes, "there are many pretty girls and handsome men here this evening."

"You are dancing with the most handsome man in the room," replied Grissom, looking at Greg Brown.

"He is the most handsome man I have ever met! Let me introduce you to his brother, who is also very handsome," Stokes quickly suggested. He indicated Warrick Brown, who was a few feet away.

Grissom turned to look at Warrick, caught his eye, then turned away. "He is not handsome enough to tempt me," he said coldly.

‘How rude he is!' thought Warrick. As Mr. Grissom walked off abruptly, Warrick made up his mind. He would never like Mr. Grissom. Warrick was a highly intelligent young man. Further, he was fiercely independent and followed his own mind far more than those of the people around him. This was a trait that bothered his mother. He could be very stubborn and quick to anger, at times.

Despite Grissom's attitude, the evening passed pleasantly. Stokes' open admiration of Greg put the entire Brown family in good spirits. Mrs. Brown may have despised Grissom, but she thought Stokes charming, handsome and elegant. Oh what a match he would be for Greg!

When everyone finally left, Warrick and Greg were alone in their room and they talked about the dance. "Mr. Stokes is everything I'd hoped for," admitted Greg, "He's well-bred, funny and has wonderful manners!"

"He is also very handsome," Warrick teased his brother, "and so he is just perfect!"

Warrick and Greg, who besides being brothers were the best of friends, spent many happy hours discussing their ideas about love and marriage. Their relationship was like the close friendship between Stokes and Grissom. Grissom valued the easy, open ways of his friend and Stokes valued Grissom's judgment and understanding. But there was a big difference between them: Stokes was liked by everyone; Grissom was always offending people.

The party brought out the differences between the two men. Stokes thought he had never met nicer people. "Greg Brown is absolutely stunning. He's the most charming man I have ever met!" he told his friend. Grissom, for his part, saw little to like about the people of Meryton.

"Mrs. Brown is course and unrefined. Your own sisters agree with me," Grissom told Stokes.

"My sisters like Greg Brown," Stokes replied. "You may think what you like, Grissom, but I don't care about Greg Brown's mother. I intend to pursue Greg!"



Chapter Two

The next day, Warrick, Greg and their friend, Catherine Willows, daughter of the widow Willows, met to discuss the party. The longtime friends talked about Grissom's coldness.

"Miss Sara Stokes told me," said Greg, "that he only speaks to his own friends. With them he is remarkably agreeable."

"Maybe he has an excuse to be proud," suggested Catherine. "He has family, fortune, everything in his favor."

"That is very true," laughed Warrick. "Perhaps I could forgive his pride, if he hadn't wounded mine!" Grissom, however, was soon forgotten as the friends turned to a more interesting topic--the likelihood of a marriage between Greg and Stokes!

"Don't hide your feelings," Catherine warned Greg. "Few people can be in love without encouragement. In nine cases out of ten, one had better show their affection. Stokes likes you, but you must let him know the feeling is mutual."

"Your plan is a good one," noted Warrick, "if the object is to get just any spouse. But Greg wants someone extra special. He wants to be happy with his choice."

"Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance," Catherine insisted.

Even as Warrick discussed the ways of love, he never guessed that he had become an object of interest to Mr. Grissom! At first, Grissom told his friends that he held no attraction for him. But no sooner had he said this than he began to notice his beautiful features. His eyes were the most wondrous shade of green and they held an intelligent expression. Grissom was also quite charmed by Warrick's playful manners.

Warrick, however, had not the slightest idea of how Grissom felt. Mr. Grissom decided to make his feelings, in some way, known to Warrick. The next time he saw him at the widow Willows' party, he quickly asked Warrick to dance, but Warrick declined his invitation. Remembering Grissom's rudeness at their last meeting, he turned away. Yet instead of being offended, Grissom was intrigued. He just couldn't understand or explain this sudden new feeling for Warrick Brown, not even to himself.



Chapter Three

Marriage and money were the main subjects on Mrs. Brown's mind. Warrick and Greg only talked about love. Of course, marriage was not a subject to consider lightly. Mr. Brown's income was only three thousand pounds a year. Unfortunately, Mr. Brown had no daughters, his property would go to a distant cousin, if his sons did not marry and produce female heirs. And so, money was always at the forefront of Mrs. Brown's thoughts.

"If a nice young colonel, with five or six thousand pounds a year, should want one of my sons, I shall heartily approve," Mrs. Brown often exclaimed, both to herself and to Mr. Brown, whenever the patient gentleman gave her the chance.

She was interrupted this time by a servant who brought a letter from Netherfield for Greg.

"Miss Sara Stokes," said Greg breathlessly, "has invited me to dinner." Mrs. Brown was thrilled! A horse was immediately brought round to the house. Mr. Brown worried about the bad weather, but his wife would not hear of any delay.

"This is a wonderful sign, dear," Mrs. Brown exclaimed. "Use your charm to make a good impression." So, in spite of the rain and cold, Greg rode the four miles to Netherfield. The next morning, however, brought the family disturbing news. A note arrived from Mr. Stokes, stating that Greg had a bad cold and fever. The doctor who had been summoned suggested he spend a few days at Netherfield until he got better.

Mrs. Brown was ecstatic by the unexpected event. "This will give young Mr. Stokes and Greg a chance to see more of each other!" she said happily.

"I'm worried about Greg! How do we know if he's all right? I will go to Netherfield at once," cried Warrick.

"I have no horse to spare, Ricky," said his father.

"No matter," said a determined Warrick, "I shall walk to Netherfield."

On Warrick's arrival at Netherfield, he was shown into the breakfast parlor. Mr. Grissom had very little to say, but thought to himself how handsome Warrick looked after his long walk. Then Warrick was immediately taken to see Greg, who was almost too ill to speak to his brother.

Warrick sat by Greg's bedside for a long time and finally, Warrick felt he should go, but Greg wanted him to stay. The Stokes‘, not wanting to alarm Greg, in his serious condition, agreed. A servant was sent to inform the Browns that both men were staying at Netherfield until further notice.

That night at dinner, Greg's condition was explained to Mr. stokes. His Concern for Greg was evident. At the same time, he was most kind to Warrick, who thought him an ideal match for his beloved brother. After dinner, Warrick excused himself and went to Greg's room.

"Greg Brown is a very sweet man and quite good looking. I wish him well with all my heart," Miss Stokes sighed, once Warrick was out of earshot. "But with such low family connections, I'm afraid there is little chance for him."

"Sara, It doesn't make Greg or Warrick one jot less wonderful," cried Stokes, in defense of the brothers.

"But it must lessen their chance of marrying people of consideration in the world," said Grissom.

To this, Stokes made no answer. Sometime later, Warrick rejoined the group in the drawing room. The rest of the party decided to play whist. Warrick, too worried about his brother to concentrate, politely declined the invitation. Miss Stokes, who was catty, rather than friendly, seized the opportunity to tease Warrick.

"Mr. Warrick Brown," said Miss Stokes, "despises cards. He is apparently a great reader and has no pleasure in anything else."

"I have pleasure in a great many things," replied Warrick.

"Grissom, sensing a challenge, turned the conversation to the subject of accomplished persons. "I know only six people who are really accomplished, "he said. "I think such a person must have appreciation of the arts, speak several languages and be knowledgeable about books."

"I am not surprised at your knowing only six such people," Warrick said. "I am amazed that you know any!"

Grissom looked at him very carefully. It was not the answer he had expected from him. Beneath Warrick Brown's laughing exterior, there was a very perceptive young man indeed. He had a great deal of wit and intelligence. That was not the sort of thing he would think to be among the traits of a man who lived quietly and simply in the country.

Perhaps he had been too quick to judge Warrick Brown. Perhaps his pride had gotten in the way once again!



Chapter Four

The next morning, Mrs. Brown was summoned to Netherfield. Greg was still very ill and it was decided that he should not return home in his present state. Satisfied that the illness was not dangerous, Mrs. Brown had no wish to take her son away from Netherfield.

"I am sure," Mrs. Brown said, "if it was not for such good friends I do not know what would have become of our poor Greg."

Mrs. Brown repeated her thanks to Mr. Stokes for his many kindnesses to Greg. Catherine Willows, who had accompanied Mrs. Brown to Netherfield, reminded Stokes of his promise to hold a ball. "Once Greg is well enough to attend, I will see to the ball personally," he promised. Delighted with his good spirits and the promise of Greg's recovery, Mrs. Brown and Catherine soon left.

Warrick returned to Greg's room. Once he was gone the Stokes sisters resumed their gossip. This time, however, Grissom refused to listen to any criticism of Warrick Brown, which only helped to infuriate Sara Stokes.

‘Was he falling in love with Warrick?' he asked himself.

He wasn't the only one who noticed a change in the air. That evening, Warrick sensed how often Mr. Grissom's eyes followed him. He couldn't imagine why, since he thought that Grissom quite disliked him.

"Would you care to dance a reel?" Grissom asked all of a sudden.

"I know you wish me to say yes, so you could criticize my taste in music, but I delight in overthrowing those kind of schemes," Warrick stated calmly. "So hate me if you must."

"I must not, could not," said Grissom politely.

Warrick was amazed at his gallantry, since he had so clearly snubbed the man. Grissom did not care. He had never before been so mesmerized by anyone.

Greg was soon well enough to join the others downstairs. Stokes was full of joy and attentive to Greg's every want and need. Warrick saw it all with great delight. Grissom saw only Warrick and he was anxious to speak to him alone. He engaged Warrick in a lively conversation about pride and temperament.

"I cannot forget the faults of others as quickly as I should," Grissom admitted. "My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever."

"That is a fault!" Warrick smirked, "But I can not laugh at you and you are certainly in no danger from me."

"No one is perfect. There is in everyone some particular character flaw," Grissom baited Warrick.

"If so, I'd say that your particular defect is a desire to hate everybody," Warrick said lightly.

"And yours," he replied with a devilish smile, "is to misunderstand them."

Warrick laughed and rejoined the others.

Grissom, after a few moments, thought he might be in another kind of danger--paying Warrick too much attention!



Chapter Five

The next morning, the brothers agreed that Greg was well enough to leave Netherfield and Warrick wrote to tell his mother. Mrs. Brown would have preferred them to remain at Netherfield the following week. But Warrick was determined and urged Greg to borrow Mr. Stokes' carriage immediately.

Stokes greeted this request with genuine regret, but Greg stood his ground. "You have been extremely kind to me and I thank your sisters. But I am better now and it is time for me to return home."

To Mr. Grissom, it was welcome news. Warrick had been at Netherfield long enough. He was becoming too attracted to him. To discourage Warrick from thinking he would pay him anymore attention, Grissom did not bother to say goodbye. On Sunday, after church, the Brown brothers returned to Longbourn.

When Warrick and Greg arrived home they were greeted by their cousin Tina. They soon learned that she would be staying with the Browns for an extended period of time. Apparently, Tina's parents had fallen on hard times. And Mr. Brown, being a soft hearted man, could not refuse his only brother's request.

"I hope, my dear," said Mr. Brown to his wife at breakfast the following morning, "that you ordered a lot for dinner. We will be receiving an additional house guest this evening."

"Who do you mean?" she asked.

"It is my cousin, Mr. Conrad Ecklie. The man who will inherit my money and this house when I die."

"Don't talk to me of that horrible man," cried his wife. "It is the cruelest thing in the world that your estate should be taken away from your children."

"Mr. Ecklie sent me a letter," explained Mr. Brown. "He has been ordained a minister and is in the parish of the Honorable Lady Heather de Sade. He feels badly about the inheritance. In fact, he says it is his duty to promote peace. At four o'clock, therefore, we may expect this peacemaking gentleman," said Mr. Brown as he folded up the letter.

The Brown family was divided as to this relative of theirs. Mrs. Brown was anxious to convince Mr. Ecklie that he should make amends. Warrick thought him likely to be odd and his father always found him to be a strange mixture of humbleness and self-importance. All the family were interested in meeting him.

Mr. Ecklie was on time and was greeted with great politeness. He was a thin, balding man in his early forties. He had a puffed-up air and stiff manners. He complimented the Browns on their handsome sons and slyly hinted at a marriage to one of them!

During dinner, Mr. Brown asked about Mr. Ecklie's patroness, Lady Heather de Sade. Mr. Ecklie was full of her praises.

"Lady Heather is all one could wish for in a person of importance. Such manners! Such style! She advises me to marry as soon as possible."

Warrick and Greg exchanged secret smiles. What a funny man!

"You possess the talent of flattery," observed Mr. Brown, who found his cousin as absurd as he remembered.

But it was not poor Mr. Ecklie's fault. He was just not a sensible man. As a boy, he had been wrongly taught that flattery was the answer to ignorance and fear, both of which traits he had much of.

As such, he was a source of comedy for the Brown boys. They hated how he worshiped Lady Heather. They preferred more independent, honest men.

Still, Mr. Ecklie could boast of a good house and income, and, as such, he was considered a good catch, certainly by himself. And he did feel badly about the estate and had hopes of being friends with the Browns. But his solution was to marry one of the sons. In this way, he thought, he could make up to them for inheriting their father's estate. He didn't realize how ridiculous his mannerisms made him look to Warrick and Greg, at least.

Moreover, Ecklie thought them both so handsome. So, in order to get to know them better, he suggested a walk into their little town of Meryton. But there the attention of the boys was soon caught by another man, whom they had never seen before. Their friend, Mr. Archie Johnson introduced his acquaintance, Mr. David Hodges, an officer in the army, who was dashing and handsome, with a wickedly sarcastic sense of humor. This ultimately appealed to Warrick.

They hadn't spoken to Hodges long when they saw Grissom and Stokes riding down the street. Warrick noticed Hodges and Grissom look at each other with astonishment. Both men flushed. Then they set off. Was there some trouble between Hodges and Grissom, Warrick wondered.

Greg and Tina were to busy with Mr. Johnson and Mr. Hodges to notice. The young soldiers escorted the Browns and Mr. Ecklie back to Longbourn and excepted an invitation to stay for dinner. Although everyone who was present noticed Mr. Hodges, he chose to sit next to Warrick. They quickly fell into easy conversation.

With such a rival for everyone's attention as Mr. Hodges, poor Mr. Ecklie seemed to disappear from view.



Chapter Six

While the rest of the party sat down to play cards, Hodges and Warrick talked. Warrick was eager to learn of his acquaintance with Mr. Grissom.

"I take it Netherfield is not far from Meryton. Has Mr. Grissom been staying there?" Mr. Hodges asked.

"About a month," replied Warrick. "He is a man of very large property in Derbyshire, I understand."

"Yes, his estate is a noble one. I have known Mr. Grissom for sometime now."

Warrick was surprised by this news. "I find him very disagreeable. He is not at all liked here. Everybody is disgusted with his pride."

Hodges smiled, "I cannot pretend to be sorry. The world is blinded by his fortune and importance, or frightened by his high and demanding manners."

"I hope your plans will not be affected by his being here," Warrick said hopefully.

"Oh no, it is not for me to be driven away by Mr. Grissom. If he wishes to avoid seeing me, he must go. We are not on friendly terms and it always gives me pain to meet him," Hodges said and then he explained his reason.

"I was not meant for military life. The church ought to have been my profession and I should now have a most valuable place, had it not been for Mr. Grissom. I worked for five years as a trusted advisor to Mr. Grissom's father and he held a great attachment for me. He promised me a place in the church, but when he passed, his son broke the agreement. He started a scandal that would assure I would never receive a place in the church.

"Good heavens," cried Warrick. "Why didn't you get a lawyer?"

"It was an informal bequest. A man of honor could not have doubted the intention, but Mr. Grissom chose to doubt it and then set out to ruin my good name." Hodges shrugged.

"This is quite shocking! He deserves to be publicly disgraced," Announced Warrick angrily.

"Sometime or other he will be. But not by me. I cannot forget his father's kindness, so I can never defy or expose his son."

Warrick honored him for such feelings and thought Hodges more handsome than ever. "But what," Warrick said after a pause, "can his motive have been?"

"I believe it was jealousy. His nephew and ward had a fondness for me. His name was Robert Dawson. He was a very sweet, kind boy and we got on well. He spent more time with me than he did with Grissom. It Was his own nephew, whom he involved in the scandal, and for hurting Bobby, I can never forgive him."

"I never would have believed him capable of such revenge, such an injustice as this," Warrick fumed. After a few minutes reflection, however, Warrick continued, "It's no wonder that Mr. Grissom's pride has made him so unfair to you."

"He does have pride," agreed Hodges.

"What ever happened to Grissom's nephew, Bobby?" Warrick queried.

"Well, I wish I could say that he was still the same sweet boy I once knew, but alas, I cannot. Over the years he has been jaded by his uncle and I am no longer allowed contact with him. They say he is now as disagreeable and prideful as his uncle. Such a pity!"

Mr. Hodges' attention was diverted by Mr. Ecklie for a few moments. Then he turned and asked Warrick whether his cousin was acquainted with the family of de Sade.

"Lady Heather de Sade," he replied, "is his patroness. She has recently given him a parish."

"You do know that Lady Heather de Sade is the much younger sister of Lady Grissom. Lady Heather is Mr. Grissom's aunt, said Hodges.

"I never heard of her existence until yesterday," replied Warrick.

"Her daughter, Miss de Sade, will inherit a very large fortune. It is believed that she and Grissom will marry and join the two estates one day," said Hodges knowingly.

This information made Warrick smile. Poor Miss Sara Stokes' eager attempts to snare Grissom were all in vain. Warrick then bade Mr. Hodges a good evening and once he had gone, Warrick could think of no one, but him.



Chapter Seven



The next day Warrick told Greg what had passed between Mr. Hodges and himself. Greg listened with astonishment and concern. Could Grissom be so unworthy of Mr. Stokes' friendship? Yet, it was not in Greg's nature to question the truthfulness of someone who seemed as nice as Hodges did.

"Can Mr. Grissom's closest friends be so deceived by him?" Greg wondered.

"I can believe Mr. Stokes is being ignorant of the facts. But why would Mr. Hodges make up such a story? If it's untrue, let Mr. Grissom contradict it," replied an exasperated Warrick.

"I don't know what to think," said a very confused Greg.

"I know exactly what to think," replied a determined Warrick.

The two men were interrupted by the arrival of Mr. Stokes and his sisters. They came with their personal invitation to the long expected ball at Netherfield. The idea of the ball was eagerly anticipated by all!

Greg pictured himself a happy evening in the company of Mr. Stokes, while Warrick thought of dancing with Mr. Hodges. Not only were the Brown's invited, even Mr. Ecklie was included in in the Stokes' hospitality. Ecklie immediately asked Warrick for the first two dances.

Warrick was caught off guard. He had expected to share these dances with Mr. Hodges. Still, Mr. Ecklie's offer was excepted with as much grace as a disappointed man could muster. Then it hit Warrick. Ecklie meant to propose to him! Warrick had noticed his increasing friendliness to him and even his mother thought Mr. Ecklie a good match, Warrick, however, pretended not to take the hint.

Until Warrick entered the drawing-room at Netherfield and looked in vain for Mr. Hodges, he never doubted he'd be there. Had he been purposely not invited by the Stokes' on Mr. Grissom's behalf? Warrick was very suspicious.

In Hodges' absence, Warrick had to keep his promise to dance with Mr. Ecklie. He was an awkward, terrible dancing partner. Warrick's poor feet were the proof.

He danced next with an officer; then-before he could catch his breath, Mr. Grissom took him by the hand and led him onto the dance floor. For the longest time, they didn't speak.

"It is your turn to say something, Mr. Grissom," Warrick pronounced, after commenting on the music.

"Do you always talk while you're dancing?" he asked.

"Sometimes. It would look odd to be entirely silent," Warrick answered.

So Grissom asked if Warrick and his brother often walked into Meryton. Warrick said yes, then added, "When you met us there, we had just made a new acquaintance."

The effect of his words were immediate. A deep shade of red spread over Grissom's face, but he said nothing. Finally he spoke. "Mr. Hodges is blessed with such manners that ensure he make friends. I'm not convinced, however, that he can keep them."

"Well," Warrick retorted, "he's lost your friendship and he'll suffer for it all his life!"

Grissom did not reply to his accusation. He quickly changed the subject to books.

But Warrick was not to be ignored. "I remember you once told me that you hardly ever forgave anyone. You must be very careful in your judgments then."

"I am," he said in a firm voice.

"And are you never blinded by prejudice?" Warrick asked pointedly.

"I hope not. May I ask why all the questions?"

"I'm just trying to decide the kind of man you are," he said as they separated. Warrick was unmoved by their discussion, but Grissom felt himself overpowered by his feelings for Warrick.

They had parted only a moment when Sara Stokes came toward Warrick with a nasty expression on her face. "I hear you are taken with David Hodges! Did he tell you he worked for Mr. Grissom's father? He claims Young Mr. Grissom treated him badly. This is untrue. I do not know the particulars, but I know Mr. Grissom is not to blame for any such treatment."

"According to you his guilt is inevitable in the face of Mr. Grissom's importance," Warrick said angrily. "I have heard nothing worse than his being in the employ of Mr. Grissom's father and he told this to me himself. You mistake me if you expect to influence me with such an attack. I see nothing in it but your ignorance and Mr. Grissom's malice!"

Miss Stokes turned away with a sneer and Warrick was soon joined by Greg.

"Mr. Stokes does not know the whole story between Hodges and Grissom, but he will vouch for the good conduct of his friend," said Greg. "He believes that Hodges is not a respectable man.

"Mr. Stokes does not know Hodges personally?" asked Warrick.

"No," replied Greg.

"Then the account he has received is from Mr. Grissom. Mr. Stokes' defense of his friend is admirable, but he is not a reliable source if he has no firsthand information," cautioned Warrick.

The brothers discussed happier matters, such as Greg's delight in Stokes' attentiveness. Warrick could see that the two had a deep love for one another. Greg could enjoy all the blessings of a marriage of true love.

Warrick wasn't alone in his sentiments, his mother could talk of nothing else! Warrick tried to stop his mother from boasting of Greg's future possibilities in public, but his effort was hopeless.

Mrs. Brown was a vain and silly woman who often embarrassed her sons. Not surprisingly, Mrs. Brown returned to Longbourn in high spirits, convinced that her son Greg would soon be settled in Netherfield and Warrick would eventually marry silly Mr. Ecklie!



Chapter Eight



Indeed, the very next day, Mr. Ecklie asked Mrs. Brown if he could be alone with Warrick. They met in the drawing room and he immediately stated his intentions. "As soon as I entered this house, I singled you out as my future mate," he began.

"I should state my reasons for coming to Hampshire. One, I think it right that all clergymen marry to set a good example. Two, I think it will add to my happiness and Three, because my patroness wishes it. Of course, I could have searched for a mate in my own parish," he added, "but I feel I owe it to your family to make my inheritance easier by marrying one of it's sons."

"Thank you for the compliment you pay me," Warrick began, "but I must say no."

"It is not unusual for someone to reject a suitor they secretly wish to accept," he said smugly.

"Mr. Ecklie! I am perfectly serious. You could not make me happy and I am the last man in the world who could make you happy. You have satisfied your feelings toward my family, but I consider this matter settled."

"You are charming!" he responded, trying to be gallant. "I'm sure you will eventually accept my proposal."

Warrick walked out of the room. When he said something, he meant it. Anyone who did not understand that, certainly did not understand him! If he would not believe his refusal, perhaps he would believe the negative answer her father was sure to give him!

Mr. Ecklie lost no time in telling Mrs. Brown of her son's refusal. His mother was so angry she summoned Warrick to the library to speak to his father. Mrs. Brown felt sure her husband would talk some sense into Warrick.

"Your mother insists upon your accepting his hand. Is this not so, Mrs. Brown?" Mr. Brown asked. "Yes, or I will never see him again," his wife exclaimed.

"An unhappy alternative is before you, Ricky. From this day you must be a stranger to one of your parents. Your mother will never see you again if you do not marry Mr. Ecklie and I will never see you again if you do!" He smiled at his son.

Warrick could not help but smile back at his father's words, but Mrs. Brown, who expected a different reaction from her husband, was very disappointed. In addition, Mrs. Brown was furious at her son's independent behavior.

In the middle of this family turmoil, Catherine Willows came to spend the day. She was met in the vestibule by Tina, who-flying to her, cried in a half-whisper, "Guess what happened? Mr. Ecklie proposed to Ricky and he turned him down!"

Catherine's reply was blocked by the entrance of Greg and Warrick.

They spoke for a few minutes and then Mrs. Brown entered and bemoaned the curse of undutiful children. Mr. Ecklie finally accepted the inevitable refusal. From this moment on, he decided to ignore Warrick, thinking he would punish him this way.

But Warrick was happy and relieved to be rid of the unwanted, boring attention of this silly man.



Chapter Nine



After a silent breakfast, Warrick and Tina walked to Meryton to see Mr. Hodges. Warrick was pleased to see him. "Why did you not attend the ball?" he asked. "I think you would have enjoyed it."

He explained to Warrick that he had voluntarily decided to avoid the ball at Netherfield, so as not to cause problems for Mr. Grissom. His sensitivity increased Warrick's affectionate feelings for him.

Soon after they returned home from town, Warrick looked for Greg. He wanted to see his brother alone, and tell him all the news of Mr. Hodges, but it wasn't to be. Greg was too upset. "Greg, whatever is the matter?" Warrick asked anxiously.

"I have received a letter from Sara Stokes. It says that the Stokes' have left Netherfield and are on their way to London. They have no plans to be here at present. It is evident that they will not return this winter," Greg sighed sadly. ‘I don't understand why he is doing this. There is more," he added. "Sara writes that Bobby Dawson is a most accomplished young man and that her hope is for her brother to marry him!"

"I have a different opinion," stated Warrick. "I think Miss Stokes knows that her brother is in love with you, but she wants him to marry Mr. Dawson. This way she might have a chance with Grissom and by keeping her brother in London she will convince him to forget all about you."

"Oh, Greg. We are not rich enough or grand enough for Miss Stokes. Sara thinks that if her brother marries Grissom's nephew then she may have a chance to marry Grissom herself! Her plan might even succeed if Miss de Sade were out of the way. But don't worry, Greg, no one can alter his love for you," Warrick consoled his brother.

While Greg pined over Stokes, Mr. Ecklie still moped around. Warrick was very grateful for the presence of his friend Catherine, who always engaged him in conversation. Catherine's kindness, however, had another motive: She wanted to marry Mr. Ecklie herself! Catherine's persistence was quickly rewarded. Just days after being rejected by Warrick, Mr. Ecklie proposed to Catherine. And Catherine, whose only desire was for a house of her own, was happy to accept.

The widow Willow's was delighted with the match. Since she had no money to leave Catherine, Mr. Ecklies' position made him a most eligible match for her daughter. Widow Willows even began calculating how many more years Mr. Brown was likely to live. After all, one day the Longbourn estate would belong to Mr. Ecklie!

Catherine was more than satisfied. She knew that Mr. Ecklie wasn't a serious man and that his company was rather annoying. But this marriage would give her a position in life that was satisfactory enough for her. Catherine was content.

Warrick and Greg, meanwhile, had little time for Catherine or Mr. Ecklie. They were more concerned about Stokes' sudden departure. It was rumored that he would not return to Netherfield for Christmas, a report that angered Mrs. Brown, and which she insisted was a scandalous lie.

Even Warrick began to fear for Greg's happiness. He worried that Stokes' sisters would keep him away. The united efforts of his two unfeeling sisters and Grissom, his best friend, assisted by the attractiveness of Mr. Dawson, might be enough for him to forget Greg.

As for Greg, his anxiety was even more painful than Warrick's, but he hid his true feelings. Still, an hour seldom passed in which Mrs. Brown did not talk of Stokes, or remind Greg that he had been treated badly. It needed all of Greg's patience to bear his mother's harsh words.

In fairness, Mrs. Brown was really in a most pitiful state. The very mention of Mr. Stokes threw her into despair, and she heard talk of him wherever she went. Moreover, the sight of Catherine Willows was oppressive to her. As her likely replacement in the Longbourn house, she regarded Catherine with jealous hatred. She complained bitterly to her husband.

"My dear, do not give way to such gloomy thoughts," he comforted her. "Let us hope for better things. Maybe I will survive you." This gentile irony did not console Mrs. Brown, who left the room to avoid her husbands remarks.

The inheritance preoccupied Mrs. Brown, but not her sons. They were too busy thinking of their own lives and what their futures might hold. Greg's situation was most upsetting. "Will he return to Hertfordshire as he promised me?" Greg asked himself. "Or have I lost him forever?"

When Miss Stokes' next letter arrived, it put an end to Greg's doubts. The very first sentence explained that they were settled in London for the winter. Hope was gone. Sara even had the gall to boast of her brother's affection for Mr. Dawson!

Warrick heard this and fumed. His heart was divided between concern for Greg, and resentment towards the others. That Nick Stokes was really fond of Greg, he never doubted. As much as he liked him, he could not think of him without anger. Why was he such a slave to his sister and friends? Why had he sacrificed his happiness with Greg? Greg refused to blame Nick, but Warrick did.

"There seems to be a shortage of merit and sense in some people. I can cite two recent examples: Stokes' departure and Catherine's marriage," Warrick noted. "Mr. Ecklie is a conceited, narrow-minded fool! No self-respecting person would ever marry such a man. Can Catherine be in her right mind?"

"You mentioned two instances, Ricky," said Greg. "I don't blame Nick. We must not expect a young person to always act responsibly. My vanity deceived me. I thought admiration meant more than it did."

And Stokes made you think that it did!" Warrick cried.

"Do you think his sisters influence him? Asked Greg. "I'm sure they only wish for his happiness."

"They may wish things besides his happiness," countered Warrick. "They may wish he increase his wealth, so they may wish him to marry someone rich."

"If they believed he loved me, they would not try to part us," said Greg. "If he loved me, they could not succeed. This kind of talk upsets me. I can't take much more."

Warrick respected Greg's wishes. From then on, they rarely mentioned Nick's name.



Chapter 10



Mr. Hodges' presence helped dispel the gloom at Longbourn. Grissom's mistreatment of him was openly believed, and Grissom was thought to be the worst of men.

On the following Monday, Mrs. Brown's Brother, a widower, arrived to spend Christmas at Longbourn. Mr. Brass was a kind gentleman and greatly loved by his nephews, especially Warrick.

After distributing his gifts, Mr. Brass asked Warrick privately about Greg and Mr. Stokes. "I never saw a more adoring suitor," Warrick replied.

"Do you think I could persuade Greg to return with me to London? A change of scene might do him good," said his uncle. "I live in a different part of town. My social circles are so different. It's unlikely he and Mr. Stokes would meet."

Mr. Brass stayed the week at Longbourn, and what with them, the neighbors, the widow Willows and the officers, there were parties everyday. When the party was at home, Warrick always attended. On these occasions. Mr. Brass carefully watched Warrick and Mr. Hodges together. Without supposing them to be in love, their closeness made Brass uneasy. Was he really good for Warrick, he wondered.

Mr. Brass decided to approach his nephew the very next day. "You are too sensible a person, Ricky, to fall in love merely because you are warned against it. So be on your guard. I have nothing to say against him," he hastened to add. "He is an interesting man; if he had money, all would be well. But as it is, you must not let your fancy runaway with you. You have sense and we all expect you to use it."

"My dear uncle, I am not in love with Mr. Hodges. I can promise you that I won't rush into anything. I will try to do what I think best." Warrick thanked his uncle for his concern, and they parted on good terms. Mr. Brass left the following day, with Greg in tow.

Once in London, Greg wrote to Sara Stokes, hoping they could meet. Four weeks went by without a word. One day, Sara paid Greg a surprise visit.

"I can't stay long, Greg. Nick does not intend to ever return to Netherfield. I know that you care for my brother, and I thought you should know the truth," Miss Stokes said and then, without even a goodbye, she rushed off.

Greg was terribly upset. He wrote immediately to tell Warrick the sad news. This letter gave Warrick much pain. The situation with Mr. Stokes was hopeless. Poor Greg!

About this time, Mr. Brass paid a brief visit to Warrick. He reminded his nephew of his warning concerning Hodges. The news Warrick told him pleased his uncle more than himself. The week before, Hodges wrote that he was now attached to a woman. The lady's charms consisted of a fortune of ten thousand pounds and Hodges was courting her with all his heart.

"But Warrick," his uncle mused, "What sort of affair is this? I'm sorry to think Hodges so money hungry."

Warrick was exhausted by all the talk of romance and money and longed for a diversion. So he decided to visit his good friend Catherine and her new husband, Mr. Ecklie. A journey was planned. Warrick would accompany the widow Willows to Hunsford, where Catherine now lived.

Although Mr. Ecklie was far from being a favorite of Warrick's, he was eager to see Catherine, and a change of scenery, after all, was supposed to be a remedy for so many problems. It was with a hopeful heart that Warrick packed his trunk and got ready for his new adventure.

Chapter 11



Every part of the trip was new and interesting to Warrick, and he was in good spirits. He was looking forward to his visit to Hunsford. The journey went swiftly and soon he could see the parsonage, the gardens, the house and the church.

Mr. and Mrs. Ecklie appeared at the door, as the carriage stopped at their small gate. Catherine welcomed her friend warmly and Warrick was glad he had come. But, he saw instantly that the marriage had not changed Mr. Ecklie.

Indeed, when he said anything that might embarrass his wife, which was often, Catherine would blush, yet pretend not to notice. When Mr. Ecklie was elsewhere, the house had a more comfortable air about it. Warrick knew that Lady Heather was at her own home at Rosings, and Mr. Ecklie was eager to inform everyone present of the magnificence of his patroness.

"We dine at Rosings twice every week," he boasted, "and are never allowed to walk home. Her carriage is regularly ordered for us. I'm pleased to say she has invited all of us to Rosings for dinner tomorrow."

Mr. Ecklie was beside himself with joy at Lady Heather's invitation. The chance to display the grandeur of his patroness to his visitors was exactly what he had wished for. The great hour finally arrived. They were led into the antechamber of the Rosings dining room and introduced.

Lady Heather was a tall, raven-haired woman with strong features. She had a commanding air and spoke with great authority. She intimidated the others, but Warrick found her exactly as Hodges had described. Miss de Sade, her daughter, was pale and sickly. She looked like she had been undergoing scientific experiments and she spoke little to their guests.

The dinner itself was exceedingly well done. There were all the servants and all the elegant food, which Mr. Ecklie had promised. He took his seat at the bottom of the table. He carved, ate, and praised Lady Heather endlessly.

"You esteem us by this most beautiful table," he purred. "Each delicacy is a treat for us."

Warrick groaned inwardly. What a toady he was! How lucky he was to have escaped Catherine's fate. However, he kept his thoughts to himself, and smiled and spoke to everyone, expressing his happiness at being there.

When the meal was over, they returned to the drawing room. There, Lady Heather dominated all the conversation. She gave her opinion on every subject; clearly, she was not used to having her judgment questioned.

The tea trays were cleared and the card tables were set up. When lady Heather and her daughter had played for as long as they wanted, the evening was over, and the carriage was brought around. As soon as they had driven away, Mr. Ecklie asked Warrick his opinion of Rosings. For Catherine's sake, he made his reply more favorable than it really was.

In truth, Rosings did not impress Warrick. Nevertheless, he was enjoying his visit. He dined at Rosings twice a week. He took walks in the grove daily. Easter was approaching and Warrick heard that Mr. Grissom was expected to visit his aunt shortly. In fact, the very next week, Mr. Grissom and his cousin, Colonel Vartann, arrived at his door!

Colonel Vartann was in his mid thirties, good-looking and very polite. He was a very agreeable gentleman. Mr. Grissom looked the same, with his usual reserve. Warrick merely nodded to him, without saying a word.

Over the course of the next few weeks, Warrick had ample time to study both men. Colonel Vartann's manners were much admired at the parsonage, and everyone felt he added greatly to the delights of their visit. It was some days, however, before they received another invitation.

At the proper hour, they joined the party in Lady Heather's drawing room. Her ladyship received them politely enough, but it was plain that their presence was considered second best. She was taken entirely by her nephew and she spoke to Grissom more than any other person in the room.

Colonel Vartann talked of travel, new books and music. Warrick found him extremely entertaining. They talked with such spirit that both Lady Heather and Grissom noticed. He always seemed to be watching him, Warrick thought.

When coffee was over, Colonel Vartann reminded Warrick that he had promised to play the piano for him. He drew a chair up near him. Grissom also stationed himself in front of the piano, in Warrick's direct line of sight.

"Do you mean to frighten me, Mr. Grissom," he asked with a smile. "But my courage always rises with every attempt to intimidate me."

"I've known you long enough to know you find great enjoyment in professing opinions which are not your own," he said.

Warrick laughed heartily at this picture. "Mr. Grissom, it is very dangerous of you to say this. You are provoking me to answer back, and I may say something that would shock your relatives."

"I am not afraid of you," he said smilingly.

"I should like to hear how he behaves among strangers," grinned Colonel Vartann.

"You shall hear then," Warrick promised, "but prepare yourself for something very dreadful. The first time I saw him was at a ball. He danced only four dances and spent the whole evening walking around the room. He spoke only to his own friends and snubbed any potential dancing partner who may have dared look his way. Mr. Grissom, you cannot deny this."

"I had not at that time the honor of knowing anyone there beyond my own party," he explained.

"True, but can nobody be introduced in a ballroom?" Warrick charged.

"Perhaps," lamented Grissom, "I should have judged better. But I am uncomfortable talking to strangers."

"Shall we ask your cousin why a man of sense and education is uncomfortable introducing himself to strangers?" Warrick asked the colonel with a smile.

"It is because he will not trouble himself," replied Vartann only half-teasingly.

"I certainly have not the talent which some people possess," said Grissom, "of conversing easily with people I have never met before."

"My fingers," said Warrick. "do not move easily over the piano keys the way some people's do. But that's my own fault--I do not bother to practice."

Grissom smiled, and said, "You are perfectly right. Neither of us perform for strangers."

Here they were interrupted by Lady Heather, who insisted on knowing what they were talking about. Smiling to himself, Warrick began playing again until her ladyship's carriage was ready to take them back to Catherine's house.



Chapter 12



Warrick was sitting by himself the next morning, writing to Greg, when he was startled by a rap at the door. His friends had gone shopping in town, and he was not expecting any visitors. To his very great surprise, Mr. Grissom entered the room. He seemed astonished to find Warrick alone and quickly apologized for his intrusion.

They sat down and after Warrick's polite inquiries of everyone at Rosings were made, they lapsed into total silence. It was absolutely necessary to think of something, anything, to say.

"How suddenly you all quit Netherfield last November, Mr. Grissom. Mr. Stokes and his sisters were well, I hope, when you left London," Warrick murmured.

"Perfectly so. I thank you," he replied courteously.

"I understand that Mr. Stokes has no intention in returning to Netherfield again?" he asked.

"I have never heard him say so, but it's probably the case. He has many friends and at his age. His friends and social engagements keep him busy," Grissom noted. "I should not be surprised if he were to give up Netherfield as soon as any reasonable offer on the estate is made."

Warrick made no answer. He was afraid of talking too much about his friend and his treatment of his brother. Instead, he decided it was up to Grissom to lead the conversation. He took the hint, and said, as he gazed around the drawing room, "This seems a very comfortable home. Lady Heather, I believe, did a great deal to it when Mr. Ecklie first came to Hunsford. Mr. Ecklie also appears very fortunate in his choice of a spouse," he added politely.

"Yes, indeed. His friends may rejoice in his having met one of the very few sensible people who would have accepted him. Catherine is very smart, though I am not certain that I consider her marrying Mr. Ecklie the wisest thing she ever did. She seems perfectly happy, however. In purely economic terms, it is certainly a good match for her," stated Warrick.

"It must be very nice for her to be settled not too far from her own family and friends, an easy distance," Grissom said.

"An easy distance?" Warrick asked incredulously. "It's nearly fifty miles. It is not that a person must always be close to their family. If one has money, distance becomes unimportant. However, that is not the case here. Mr. and Mrs. Ecklie have a comfortable income, but not one that allows for frequent travel."

Mr. Grissom drew his chair a little towards him. "Do you have such a strong attachment to Longbourn?" he asked.

Warrick was surprised at his question. He started to reply, but his words were cut off by the arrival of Catherine and her mother, who were returning from their shopping trip. Finding Mr. Grissom there surprised them. Mr. Grissom explained his own surprise at having found Warrick alone. Then, after wishing them all a good day, he left.

"That was surprising," Catherine stated. "I thought you told me that Mr. Grissom despised you and deigned to spend time with you?" Catherine asked amused. "I think Mr. Grissom has ulterior motives. I believe he's in love with you or he would have never called on us in this familiar way!"

Nevertheless, Warrick heartily disagreed. He felt he had nothing but contempt for him and his family. Thus, Mr. Grissom's visit to the parsonage remained a mystery. It was not his company, Warrick decided, as he had sat for sometime without saying a single word!

Catherine had once or twice suggested to Warrick that Grissom was interested in him, but Warrick always laughed at the idea. As a result, Catherine did not press the subject. She did not want to raise her friend's expectations, lest they end in disappointment.

In fact, in her kind schemes for Warrick, she planned for him to marry Colonel Vartann. He had much to offer: a pleasing manner and an excellent position in society. But unlike Mr. Grissom, he had no influence in the church, which was of great interest to the new Mrs. Ecklie. Perhaps Mr. Grissom was the man for Warrick after all!



Chapter 13



As the days went by, it seemed strange to Warrick that he should always meet Mr. Grissom in his rambles through the glade. At first, he thought it coincidence. Then, to prevent it from happening again, he told Grissom it was a favorite haunt of his, hoping to scare him off. When Warrick met him again, he thought it very odd. By the next time it happened, Warrick was thoroughly puzzled.

Why had Grissom asked him so many questions--how he felt about Hunsford, his love of walks, his attachment to his family? He even implied he would come to Rosings whenever Warrick returned to the area and that he should send word when he was coming. Did he assume that he would marry Colonel Vartann?

One day, as he walked, instead of being surprised by Mr. Grissom, he saw Colonel Vartann. Since they were friends, they could candidly discuss anything--their friends, money, marriage and the effect wealth had on marriage prospects and happiness.

"Sadly, some people cannot marry who they like. Their position in life is limited by their family influence." Vartann said.

"This is too true, unless they can capture the attention of someone with great fortune," stated Warrick, "which they often do."

"There are not many in my position who can afford to marry without some consideration of wealth," he admitted.

‘Is this,' thought Warrick, ‘meant for me?'

"I wonder that Mr. Grissom does not marry," Warrick said bluntly. "But perhaps his nephew's company is enough for now. And Mr. Grissom, of course, is a great friend of Mr. Stokes.

I agree. From something Grissom told me recently, though he didn't mention any names, I have reason to think Stokes is indebted to him," the colonel said.

"What is it you mean?" Warrick asked eagerly, thinking of Greg. Would he finally learn the truth behind Stokes' abrupt departure?

"He said he saved his friend from a bad marriage. I thought it might be Stokes, because he's the kind of chap who would get into a scrape of that sort."

"Did Mr. Grissom give you his reasons for interfering?" Warrick questioned.

"There were some strong objections against the young man. Mainly against his family and their lack of status."

After watching Warrick for a little while, Vartann asked why he was so serious.

"I am appalled by your cousin's conduct. Why should he judge others? What right does Mr. Grissom have to decide if his friend is happy?"

Anxious not to arouse his suspicions, Warrick quickly changed the subject, talking of indifferent matters until they reached the parsonage. Once alone, he could think about all he had learned. He must be speaking of Stokes. There could not exist another friend in the world, whom Grissom could have so much influence over!

His interferences were the cause of Greg's suffering. He had ruined Greg's chance for happiness.

‘There were strong objections against the young man,' were Colonel Vartann's words, and these strong objections were family oriented.

"No one could object to Greg himself," Warrick exclaimed out loud. "He is handsome, kind and well mannered." Of course, Warrick was acutely aware of the embarrassment his mother often caused publicly, but he didn't suppose that carried any weight with Mr. Grissom. His pride would only be wounded by Greg's lack of social connections.

Warrick concluded that Grissom's pride, coupled with his wish to have Mr. Stokes for his nephew, had caused the separation between Nick and Greg. That realization made him sick and he refused to accompany Catherine and her husband to Rosings. Warrick would refuse to see Mr. Grissom, from now on!



Chapter 14



Warrick's one consolation was that he would soon be leaving Hunsford. Mr. Grissom's shameful boast of the misery he had caused heightened his sense of Greg's suffering. At least he would not have to see him again. Instead, he would soon be home with Greg.

He was suddenly roused by a knock on the door, and his spirits were raised, thinking it might be Colonel Vartann. Then to his utter amazement, he saw Mr. Grissom walk into the room. He asked how he was, and he answered him coldly.

Grissom then began pacing the room. Warrick was surprised, but said nothing. After a silence of several minutes, he approached him. He looked upset and his words came fast and furious.

"I cannot keep my feelings to myself any longer. I have to tell you the truth. I am deeply in love with you!" he cried. "I tried not to fall in love with you, but against my will, I did just that. Your beauty and grace have completely won my heart and even with your low family connections and your mother's disgraceful behavior, I can not hide my feelings for you any longer," Grissom declared.

Warrick's astonishment left him speechless. He stared at him and said nothing. He talked about how much he cared for Warrick, even as he described his inferior social standing. His words may have been honest, but the insult to his family did not endear Grissom to Warrick.

In spite of his deeply rooted dislike of him, he was aware of the compliments Grissom paid him. And, though he could not dream of marring him, he did not want to cause him any unnecessary pain. Grissom concluded by stressing the strength of his attachment to him. In spite of all the obstacles between them, he explained, Warrick had conquered his heart.

"Will you marry me?" he asked at last.

"I know I am supposed to thank you for your love, even if it is not welcome. If I could feel gratitude, I would thank you. But I cannot. I have never cared what you thought of me. I'll tell you exactly why now!" Warrick exclaimed.

Mr. Grissom, who was leaning against the mantle piece, was surprised at what he said. He could not believe what he was hearing! Warrick had turned him down? Impossible! He struggled to compose himself, then spoke in a voice of forced calmness.

"May I ask why you have rejected me? And why it was done so coldly?"

"I might ask the same," Warrick replied. "Why did you insult me? Why did you say you loved me against your will? But you know I have still other reasons, "he cried. "Do you really think I would ever marry the man who has ruined, perhaps forever, the happiness of my brother?"

As Warrick spoke, Mr. Grissom changed color. He listened intently, however, and did not try to interrupt.

"I have every reason in the world to think badly of you. You cannot deny that you have been the main cause, if not the only cause, for dividing Greg from Mr. Stokes. Do you have any idea how much misery you've caused?"

Warrick paused, and saw that he was listening to him. Still, he did not show an ounce of remorse.

"Can you deny that you have done this?" he repeated.

"I do not deny that I did everything in my power to separate my friend from your brother. I also rejoice in my success," he boasted.

Warrick was so angry that his rage poured out. "Greg is not the only reason I refuse to marry you. My opinion of you was decided long before that. Your actions resulted in the misfortune for Mr. Hodges. In what imaginary act of friendship can you defend yourself on that score?"

"His misfortunes," sneered Grissom, "have been great indeed."

"Thanks to you!" Warrick shouted. "You reduced him to poverty. You have withheld gifts promised him. Yet you make fun of his misfortunes!"

"This," shouted Grissom, as he walked with quick steps across the room, "is your opinion of me! This is the low opinion in which you hold me! I thank you for explaining it so fully. I must ask you: Could you really expect me to be happy about your lack of social connections?"

Warrick felt himself growing more angry every moment. "I don't want to hear any more from you. Nothing in this world would tempt me to accept you." Again his astonishment was obvious. He could scarcely believe Warrick's words, yet he was terribly upset by his strong rejection.

"From the first moment I saw you," Warrick went on, "I hated your arrogance, your conceit and your insensitivity to others. I felt that you were the last man in the world I would ever marry!"

"You have said enough," Grissom bellowed. "I understand your feelings, and am only ashamed of what my own have been." And with these words he hastily left the room. Warrick heard him open the front door and flee the house.

Warrick's mind was rushing. What a scene! He was amazed at what had happened. Mr. Grissom had proposed to him! Grissom had been in love with him for months! So much in love that he was willing to marry Warrick in spite of his objections. Those same objections he had to Stokes marrying Greg. The force of his love was incredible!

Then Warrick remembered his pride, what he had done with respect to Greg, and his cruelty to Mr. Hodges--none of which he denied. Whatever pity Warrick had for Grissom vanished.



Chapter 15



Warrick awoke the next morning to the same thoughts and puzzlements. It was impossible for him to think of anything else. He decided to take a walk in his favorite park, hoping to be alone with his thoughts.

After walking two or three times along the lane, he was tempted to stop at the gates of Rosings, but there he caught sight of a gentleman in the grove. Unfortunately, Warrick was near enough for the gentleman to see him, and stepping forward eagerly, the gentleman called out his name. It was Mr. Grissom!

He held out a letter, which Warrick immediately took. With a look of great seriousness Grissom said, "I have been walking in the hopes of meeting you. Will you do me the honor of reading this letter?" And then, with a slight bow, he turned toward the house and disappeared.

With the strongest curiosity, Warrick opened the letter. It held two pieces of paper. It was dated form Rosings, at eight o'clock in the morning, and was as follows:

"Dear Warrick"

"You have charged me with two offenses. The first: My ending the relationship between Mr. Stokes and your brother. The second: My part in Mr. Hodges misfortunes. I am sorry if anything I say here will cause you pain, but I want you to know the truth. I acted as I did for a good reason.

Here is what happened with your brother: I hadn't been in Hampshire long before I saw how much Stokes liked your brother. I had often seen him in love before. I watched my friend closely, and could see how much he openly cared for Greg. I also watched Greg. He was open and cheerful and engaging---but he didn't seem particularly interested in Nick. I was convinced therefore, that though Greg was a very nice person, Stokes passion for him was not returned. Since you claim otherwise, I must be in error. If so, I can fully understand why you resent me.

I can only say in my defense, that Greg's behavior suggested to me that he was not in love with my friend. Thus, I feared he would enter into a marriage without love and desire. But, in truth, I had other objections. Your Mother's family has no social standing, but that was nothing compared to the lack of properness shown by her.

The part which I acted is now to be explained. I will add that Stokes sisters agreed with me. I do not think your family's behavior would have prevented the marriage had he not been convinced of your brother's indifference to him. Stokes had thought Greg did care for him, but he greatly relies on my judgment.

I convinced him that his passion was not returned. I do not blame myself for having done this. I thought I was doing the right thing. The only thing I do blame myself for is concealing from him that Greg was in London. Nick knew nothing of his visit there. Please know that I acted only out of concern for my friend; I had no wish to hurt your brother.

With respect to Mr. Hodges, I can only tell you of his connection to my family. He worked for my father for several years. My father became very fond of him. My father hoped that the church would someday interest Mr. Hodges and he planned on providing a living in it. My father was ill and he knew he would not live much longer. He wished to make sure Mr. Hodges was well taken care of.

When my father passed he had written in his will that he would like me to promote Mr. Hodges advancement and secure him a position in the church. If he took holy orders, I was to give him a valuable family parish. There was also a legacy of one thousand pounds.

Mr. Hodges wrote eventually to tell me that he decided against taking orders. He did, however, intend to study law. I know, he stated, that the interest of one thousand pounds cannot support that decision. I was prepared to help him. We settled it between ourselves. I knew him as my father did not. He was not suited to the life of the clergy. His taste ran more to drink and deviant behavior. Thus, when Hodges gave up the church, in return, I gave him three thousand pounds. All connection between us was now dissolved.

His plan to study law was a pretense---he led a life full of idleness and drunkenness. I heard nothing of him for three years. Then, when the clergyman of the parish which had been earmarked for him died, Hodges wrote to me. His circumstances, he assured me, were very bad. He had found the law an unprofitable study and now wanted to be a minister, if I would give him the parish in question, as I was aware of my dear father's intentions.

You will hardly blame me for refusing to agree with this demand. After that, he resented me and took his rage and depravity out on my nephew. What I am about to tell you I trust you will hold in utter secrecy. Two summers ago, he sought out my nephew, who is twelve years my junior. He was with his teacher at Ramsgate. He courted my nephew, who at the time a child, barely sixteen. My nephew thought to be in love with Hodges and he persuaded Bobby to elope with him! Happily, my nephew and I are close. We had met for lunch, and he told me what he planned to do a day before the elopement. I went to Ramsgate and confronted Hodges, who immediately left town. I knew that his chief object was my nephew's fortune, which is thirty thousand pounds. But I also suspect that he wanted to revenge himself on me. If you need to verify the truth of this letter, please ask Colonel Vartann. He is one of the executors of my father's will and was present during my dealings with Mr. Hodges.

Yours Truly,

Gilbert Grissom"



Chapter 16



Warrick was completely overwhelmed by Grissom's letter. He didn't think he was sorry for all the pain he had caused Greg. He could not believe Grissom's thinking that Greg had acted indifferently to Nick. Anyone who had ever seen them together knew how they both felt. His interference in Stokes affairs was all about his pride, his sense of dignity and his notions of his friend's proper place in society. It was nothing more.


Hodges, however, was a more complicated case. Grissom's explanation of Hodges connection to the family was exactly what Hodges had told Warrick himself. Moreover, what Hodges had said of the parish was still fresh in his mind.

‘I feel that one of those men is lying to me,' Warrick thought. ‘But every time I read and reread the part in the letter about Hodges resigning and receiving money, I hesitate.'

He thought carefully of all Hodges had told him, and all Grissom had written. He was forced to conclude, based on Hodges prior actions, that Grissom was innocent of the charges against him. He realized how odd it was that Hodges should have told his story to him, a total stranger.

In truth, Warrick had never heard of Hodges before his entrance into the militia. Nothing had been known to them about his former life except what he said of himself. Warrick tried to remember one instance of goodness or integrity in Hodges that might rescue him from Mr. Grissom's attack, but he could not think of any.

Warrick tried to remember the conversations He and Hodges had had. He remembered that he boasted of having no fear of seeing Mr. Grissom---yet it was Hodges who had avoided the Netherfield ball the very next week. He also remembered that until the Stokes' and Grissom had left Netherfield, he had not uttered one word of his story! It was only after their departure, when they could not disprove his claims, that Hodges had launched his attack on Grissom!

What a different light this put him in. Clearly he had stopped courting Warrick when he learned of his financial state. Every former good feeling evaporated. Warrick had been ill-used by Hodges. He now realized that Grissom was telling the truth about Hodges.

Suddenly, Warrick felt ashamed of himself. Grissom was prideful, but Warrick had been prejudice! ‘How horribly I have acted,' he thought. ‘Vanity, not love, has been my folly. I who pride myself on intelligence. I have courted prejudice and ignorance. I drove away reason wherever I saw it.'

His thoughts flew from himself to Greg and from Greg to Nick. Was Grissom right about Greg, too? He said he was unaware of Greg's feelings. He was forced to admit the truth of that statement--even Catherine had told Greg he should not conceal his true feelings from Nick!

As for his other charge, his family's lack of manners, he had only to remember his mother's behavior at the Netherfield ball. Despite his embarrassment, he couldn't deny that Grissom was right. Oh, how wrong he'd been about everything!

He thought again about Stokes. Now that Warrick knew his true feelings for Greg, it heightened his sense of what Greg had lost. His affection had proven sincere. He had wanted to marry Greg, but had not been sure of his feelings for him. How horrid that Greg had been deprived of happiness by his own restraint and his family's lack of social grace!

To these thoughts were added the realization of Hodges true character. Hodges had deceived him. Painfully unhappy, Warrick spent each day until his departure studying Mr. Grissom's letter. Soon, he knew it almost by heart. Though he appreciated Grissom's attachment to him, he was still at odds with him. But Would he ever even see him again?

Mr. Grissom and Colonel Vartann left Rosings the next morning and Warrick made arrangements to return to Longbourn. His one consolation was going home. He parted form Lady Heather, who wished him a good journey and invited him to come to Hunsford again next year.

It was the second week in May when Warrick returned home. His brother and cousin were delighted to see him. Tina quickly filled Warrick in on all the local gossip.

"I have some interesting news," said Tina triumphantly. "There is no danger of Hodges marrying the young lady he's been courting. Her uncle has removed her to Liverpool. Our dear Hodges is safe from her clutches."

"You mean, the young lady is safe!" added Warrick. "safe from a man who only loves her money!"

After his cousin finished talking endlessly about the love affairs of the army officers, Warrick took Greg aside. He told Greg all the news about Mr. Grissom. "I thought I was so cleaver, disliking him," Warrick admitted. "Dislike sometimes sharpens one's wit."

"He must be extremely disappointed that you refused him," Greg said.

"Indeed," replied Warrick, I am sorry if I caused him pain. You don't blame me for refusing him, do you?"

"Blame you! Oh, no."

"There is something else," Warrick added, and he told his brother all he had learned about David Hodges from Mr. Grissom. "I want to ask you, Greg. Do you think I ought to make people aware of Hodges true character? For my part, I am inclined to believe Mr. Grissom," Warrick concluded, "but what shall I do? There was clearly mismanagement in the education of those two men. One has got all the goodness, and the other has all the appearance of it!" Warrick said, shaking his head in wonder.

Greg paused a little and then replied, "Surely, there can be no need for our exposing him so dreadfully. What do you think?"

"That it ought not to be attempted. Mr. Grissom swore me to secrecy. Hodges will soon be gone; therefore, no one need know what he is really like."

"You're quite right," Greg nodded. "to have his errors made public might ruin him forever."

What Warrick didn't reveal to Greg was the rest of Grissom's letter. He didn't tell Greg how much Nick loved him. It pained Warrick to keep this secret, since he knew Greg was unhappy. His brother, after an eight month separation, still cherished a tender love for Stokes.

If Nick was on Greg's mind, the departure of the regiment from Meryton occupied the thoughts of the other young people in the neighborhood. Tina was nearly hysterical. She fretted that the whirlwind of social events had come to an end.

"Good heavens! What is to become of us! What are we to do!" Tina exclaimed bitterly.

"If we could just go to Brighton!" observed Mrs. Brown. She and Tina had been invited to that lively seaside resort by the regiment colonel and his wife.

"Oh, yes!" agreed Tina, "if we could go to Brighton! But uncle refuses to take a holiday at the seaside!"

Such were the complaints that resounded throughout the Brown household. Warrick could almost hear Grissom's objections to his family's silly remarks. So annoying were they that he could almost forgive his interference in Greg and Nick's life. To be saddled with such a shallow family! Warrick decided to speak to his father about the situation.

"If you were aware," said Warrick, "of the very great disadvantage Tina's manners give us!"

"Has she frightened away some of your suitors?" smiled Mr. Brown.

"Father, our respectability in the world is affected by her wild character. If you do not restrain her, she'll be beyond reach. Her character will be fixed for life, and she will be the most outrageous flirt. She makes herself and the family look ridiculous! She is vain, idle and uncontrollable!"

"Do not make yourself uneasy, Ricky. Rest assured, you and Greg are respected and valued wherever you go. But we shall have no peace at Longbourn if Tina does not go to Brighton. The colonel and his wife are sensible people. They will keep her out of any real mischief and she'll be out of our hair for awhile. All I'll have to deal with is your mother. She, however, will not be going to Brighton. There is simply not enough money for a holiday this year. The colonel has agreed to pay all of Tina's expenses. So be it. They may keep here as long as they like. Don't forget, Ricky," he said waging his finger at him, "she is too poor for anyone to pursue. Let us hope the Brighton visit will teach her how unimportant she really is!"

Warrick was forced to be content with his father's answer. Tina would soon leave for Brighton. Warrick, meanwhile, decided to see Hodges for the last time.

On the very last day of the regiments stay in Meryton, a party was held in the barracks. Hodges sat with Warrick. He asked how Warrick had enjoyed Hunsford and Warrick mentioned Colonel Vartann and Mr. Grissom being at Rosings. "Do you know Colonel Vartann?" Warrick asked.

He looked surprised, displeased and alarmed. He replied that he believed Vartann to be a gentleman and did Warrick like him?

"His manners are very different form Mr. Grissom's," he said, "but I like Mr. Grissom the more I get to know him."

"Really!" Hodges snarled, with a wild look in his eye.

"What I mean is that the more I get to know him, the more I understand why he acts the way he does," Warrick explained.

Hodges was looking more and more nervous and alarmed by the minute. "I assume that he merely gives the appearance of doing what is right. That is different from doing the right thing. I just hope his pride will prevent him in the future from harming others as he has harmed me."

Warrick could not repress a smile at hearing this. They said their goodbyes politely, though both secretly hoped they had seen the last of each other! When dinner was ended, Tina returned with the colonel and his wife to Meryton. They were to travel on to Brighton the very next day.

Chapter 17



Warrick, who was not interested in going to Brighton, used the time to study his own family. He was forced to admit that his parents did not have a very happy marriage.

His father had been captivated by youth and beauty, and had married a woman with a weak mind and selfish heart. Thus, early in their marriage, he had lost all real affection for her. Respect, esteem and confidence had vanished and all his hopes for marital happiness were lost. He took solace in nature and his books. His wife and her foolish ideas did not interest him.

Even as he despaired of his parents, Warrick rejoiced over Hodges departure. But, at home, there was constant complaining. To keep his spirits up, he eagerly accepted an invitation from his beloved uncle Jim to travel with him.

The next week, Jim arrived in Longbourn to pick up Warrick and head north for Derbyshire. Warrick was excited and curious. Would it be possible to see the great houses of Derbyshire without seeing Mr. Grissom and his home Pemberley?

Off they went, through Oxford, Warwick and Birmingham. When they finally arrived at the little town of Lambton, they stopped to explore all the wonders of the countryside. His uncle, a native of Derbyshire, expressed a desire to see Pemberley again.

My child, would you like to see the place you have only heard about?" asked his uncle."

Warrick was very distressed. He felt he had no business at Pemberley, now that he had refused Mr. Grissom's offer of marriage. "The grounds are delightful and it has some of the finest woods in the country," his uncle stated.

Warrick said nothing. The possibility of meeting Mr. Grissom haunted him. It would be dreadful. He shrank at the very idea. However, he was afraid to speak openly to his uncle about it. Thus, to Pemberley they would go!

Warrick's mind was much too full for conversation, but he saw and admired every remarkable spot and point of view. Then his eye was caught by Pemberley House, situated on the opposite side of the valley, framed by a winding road. It was a large, handsome, stone building and backed by a ridge of high woody hills. In front of the house was the largest pond Warrick had ever seen.

Warrick was delighted. He had never seen an estate where nature had been so perfectly enhanced by the architecture. He and his uncle were warm in their admiration. At that moment, Warrick felt it would be truly something to be part of Pemberley!

They descended the hill, crossed the bridge and drove to the door. Warrick's fears of meeting it's owner returned. On asking for a tour of the house, they waited for the housekeeper to show them around.

The housekeeper came, a respectable looking, elderly woman. The rooms were lofty and handsome, and their furniture suitable to Grissom's considerable fortune. Warrick had to admire his taste; there was less splendor and more real elegance than at Rosings.

Mr. Brass, who had easy manners and a dry wit, encouraged the housekeeper to talk. Mrs. Connors, either from pride or attachment, took great pleasure in talking of her master and his nephew.

"Is your master much at Pemberley in the course of a year?' Mr. Brass asked.

"Not so much as I could wish, sir. Even now, he is in London on business and not expected back until tomorrow."

"If your master would marry, you might see more of him," Mr. Brass commented lightheartedly.

"Yes, sir; but I do not know when that will be. I do not know who is good enough for him." Mr. Brass smiled at the housekeeper's pride in Mr. Grissom.

"I have never had a cross word from him in my life, and I have known him ever since he was four years old."

This was praise that conflicted with Warrick's own idea's. He had long believed that he was not good-tempered. Warrick longed to hear more.

"He is the best landlord, and the best master," said Mrs. Connors proudly. "not like the wild young people nowadays, who think of nothing but themselves. There is not one of his tenants or servants who would not speak well of him. Some people call him proud, but I am sure I never saw any of that. To my fancy, it is because he does not rattle away like other young people."

‘This puts him in a much better light,' thought Warrick.

"This fine account of him," whispered his uncle, as they walked away, "is not quite consistent with his behavior to Hodges."

"Perhaps we have been deceived," Warrick whispered back. If only his uncle knew the truth!

After all, Warrick thought, the praise bestowed on him by Mrs. Connors was of no small nature. What praise is more valuable than the praise of a trusted servant? As an uncle, a landlord and a master, Warrick considered how many people's happiness was in his hands! How much pleasure or pain was in his hands to bestow!

When all of the house that was open to the general public was seen, they were taken on a tour of the grounds by a gardener, who met them at the hall door. As they walked across the lawn toward the pond, Warrick turned back to look at Pemberley once more. Suddenly, Grissom appeared in the road behind the stables!

Warrick had instinctively turned away, but turned back, as Grissom spoke to him. "Warrick, how are you and what brings you to Pemberley? Is your family well? Grissom asked. Warrick was deeply embarrassed. Neither of them were at ease. His uncle, who had been walking with the gardener, returned. Warrick introduced his uncle and tried to make polite conversation. He explained that he was traveling with his uncle and would be staying at Lambton for an indefinite period. He stated that his family was well indeed. Grissom asked them to stay and said that he would return shortly, after he changed out of his travel clothes.

Warrick's uncle commented on the handsome figure Grissom made as he walked away.

Warrick, for his part, was overpowered by emotion. His coming there, he suspected, was the worst idea in the world! That Grissom could even speak to him was amazing--and to speak as he did. He realized that Grissom had never spoken to him before with such gentleness.

If only he knew what Mr. Grissom was thinking! Did Gil still love him? Warrick kept his thoughts to himself. When his uncle wanted to continue their walk, he merely nodded his agreement.

While wandering in a slow, lazy manner, they were again approached by Mr. Grissom. He was exceedingly polite to Warrick's uncle and Warrick was quite pleased by Grissom's behavior. The conversation soon turned to fishing. "Please feel free to fish on my property as much as you like while you visit Derbyshire," Grissom said. "I will be happy to provide you with all the necessary equipment."

Warrick said nothing, but understood that the invitation was clearly a compliment to him. Warrick had at least one relative other than Greg, that he was proud of. That, of course, being his uncle Jim. How, Warrick wondered, could he still be in love with me?

Mr. Brass went to take a closer look at the huge pond and Grissom walked beside Warrick. After a short silence, Warrick spoke. He wanted him to know that he assumed Gil would not be at home and that he was surprised by his appearance.

Grissom explained that he had left London early to prepare for guests. Mr. Stokes and his sisters would be arriving in a few hours. "There is also one other person in the party," he continued after a brief pause, "who wants to meet you. May I introduce you to my nephew during your stay here?"

"I'd be most pleased to meet him," Warrick replied, happy that Grissom did not think badly of him, as he had feared.

Warrick and his uncle were invited into the house for some refreshments, but they declined with the utmost politeness. Mr. Grissom had their carriage brought round for them, and when they drove off, Warrick watched as Gil stared after him.

"He is perfectly well behaved, polite and unassuming," said his uncle. "There is something a little stately in him, but though some people may call him proud, I have seen nothing of it."

"Why did you tell me he was so disagreeable, Ricky?" his uncle asked puzzled.

Warrick excused himself, explaining that he had never seen him as pleasant as he was that morning. Warrick felt that he should say something to explain his true treatment of Hodges. So he told his uncle that a reliable source had informed him that his actions toward Hodges were of the most honorable kind.

Mr. Brass was surprised and concerned, but said nothing. Warrick was too amazed by the day's events to say more. All he could think of was Gil's wish that he meet his nephew. What could this mean?



Chapter 18



Warrick had agreed that Mr. Grissom would bring his nephew to visit the very day after he arrived at Pemberley. But it was not to be. On the very morning after his own arrival in Lambton, Grissom's carriage came to take Warrick to Pemberley. His uncle was astounded! He could only assume by Mr. Grissom's constant attention to Warrick that he was very much in love with him.

To Brass, it was evident that while Warrick's feelings were unknown, Mr. Grissom was clearly smitten with him. Some, Brass thought, might accuse him of pride, but it was known that he was a liberal man and was kind to the poor. Brass also learned, through some quiet inquiries, that Hodges had left debts behind him in Derbyshire--and that Grissom had paid them.

When Warrick arrived at Pemberley. Robert Dawson stepped out and the introduction took place. Warrick had heard from Hodges that Mr. Dawson was proud, but, in fact, he actually seemed quite shy. He was well mannered and soft spoken. Warrick took an instant liking to Bobby.

They had not been together long when Stokes and his sisters entered. Nick was very happy to see Warrick and immediately asked after his family. Warrick wondered if he was still in love with Greg. One thing was clear: Mr. Dawson was not a rival to Greg. There was nothing in in the way the two looked at each other or spoke to each other that could justify the hopes of Nick's sisters. Mr. Dawson was clearly not going to marry Mr. Stokes.

Nick tapped Warrick on the shoulder to get his attention. "You know," he said in a tone of real regret, 'it has been a very long time since I had the pleasure of seeing Greg. I even remember the date of our last meeting."

Warrick was gratified that Nick still asked after Greg. His feelings were quite clear. Stokes was still in love with Greg. It was plain for all too see. What stunned Warrick the most, though, was Grissom's behavior toward him. His manners were so wonderful. He wasn't the least bit proud or disdainful. He was gentle and attentive. Never in all the times he had seen him had he been so eager to please!

He now realized that Gil still had feelings for him, but how could he ever get him to propose again?

Even as Warrick pondered this question, he was forced to deal with another. Since coming to Pemberley, he was convinced that Sara Stokes dislike of him was due to jealousy. Sara never missed a chance to insult Warrick or the Brown family.

"Pray, Warrick, haven't the militia left Meryton? They must be a great loss to your family," jabbed Miss Stokes.

She would not dare mention Hodges name in Gil's presence, but her tone was unmistakable. As she spoke, Warrick noticed that Gil and his nephew seemed embarrassed.

Had Miss Stokes known what pain she was giving her friends? Or was she just interested in unsettling Warrick, since she thought him to be Hodges special friend?

Warrick, out of regard for Bobby's ill-fated romantic venture, refused to speak. Instead, he left shortly thereafter. Mr. Grissom walked Warrick to the carriage. As soon as he left, Sara began expressing her dislike of Warrick. Bobby refused to join in, so when Grissom returned, Sara repeated her nasty comments.

"I must confess that I never could see any beauty in him. His prospects at making are good marriage are very poor. If someone could overlook his lack of physical beauty, they certainly could not overlook his shrew of a mother." Of course, Miss Stokes had her heart set on winning Grissom for herself. Alas, she did not realize that insulting her rival was an unwise course.

So she was devastated when he replied, "I consider Warrick Brown the most handsome person, male or female, that I have ever met."

He then went away, and Sara was left with pain she had brought on herself.

That night Warrick could think only of Gil. He was ashamed of ever disliking him. Warrick knew he respected and cared for Gil. He was grateful that Gil had seemed to have forgiven him for the mean way in which he had rejected his marriage proposal. His actions spoke louder than words. His wish for him to meet his nephew was a great compliment. Perhaps all was not lost!



Chapter 19



As much as Warrick was enjoying his visit to Lambton, he longed to hear from Greg. When a letter finally arrived, it was full of distressing news. Greg wrote to say that Tina, their high-spirited cousin, had run off with David Hodges. Mrs. Brown was nearly hysterical and Mr. Brown was sick with worry over his niece. He had been franticly trying to find her. He tried to reach her parents, but as low class as they were, they had disappeared again.

"Everyone believes the worst. We only hope that they will be married quickly, since they seemed to have disappeared without a trace!" wrote Greg.

"Oh! Where, where is my uncle" Warrick shouted, darting from his seat as he finished the letter. But as he reached the door, it was opened by a servant, and Mr. Grissom appeared. Warrick's pale face and upset manner alarmed him. "Good God! What is the matter?" he cried. "I'll have the servant send for your uncle."

Warrick hesitated, but his knees trembled and he returned to the table and sat back down. He looked so ill that it was impossible for Grissom to leave him.

"I am all right. I am only distressed by some dreadful news which I have just received from Longbourn.

Warrick suddenly put his head in his hands and for a few minutes could not speak another word. Gil sat beside him in compassionate silence. At length, Warrick spoke again.

"I have terrible news. My young cousin, Tina has left and eloped with Mr. Hodges! They have gone off together from Brighton. You know him too well to doubt the rest. She has no money, no connections, nothing that can keep him with her. She is lost forever!"

"I am very sorry," cried Grissom. "Are you absolutely certain?"

"Oh yes! They left Brighton together on Sunday, and no one has heard a word." Warrick stated dejectedly.

"And what has been done to find her?" Gil asked.

"My father has gone to London to search for them. But nothing can be done! How can my father cope with such a man?"

Grissom shook his head in silent agreement. Looking at him, Warrick realized how much his strength and kindness meant to him. Never had Warrick felt before how much he could have loved Gil! But he could not think about himself. He must think about Tina--the humiliation and the misery she was bringing upon herself and her family.

Grissom waited for Warrick to collect himself, then spoke with gentle restraint. "I wish to heaven there was something I might do."

"Just please keep this news to yourself," begged Warrick. "Conceal the unhappy truth for as long as possible. I must leave for home today!"

As he finished speaking, his uncle arrived. Grissom nodded and excused himself. Warrick wondered about Tina. When had she become friendly with Hodges? Why had she done such a reckless thing? At the same time, Warrick thought of Gil. Would he ever see him again after this. It was just one more reason for him to cut all ties with Warrick.

"I have been thinking it over again, Warrick," said his uncle as they drove from town. "it is unlikely that Hodges would ruin a girl staying with the colonel's family. Could he expect that her friends would not step forward? Could he expect to be kept in the regiment after such an affront to the colonel?

"Do you really think there is hope," cried Warrick, brightening up for a moment.

"Upon my word, " Jim said to his nephew, "It is really too great a violation of decency and honor to think of his doing anything else."

"But why all the secrecy? Why the fear of dejection? Why must their marriage be private? Asked Warrick. "Hodges will never marry anyone without money! He cannot afford it."

"You think that Tina is so lost to everything but love of him that she would stay with him without being married?" asked his shocked uncle.

"Frankly, I don't know what to think," replied Warrick. "perhaps I am not doing her justice. But she is young and has been allowed to behave in the most idle and frivolous manner."

They traveled as quickly as possible and sleeping one night on the road, reached Longbourn by dinner the next day. It was a comfort to Warrick to be home.

Warrick jumped from the carriage and sprinted straight to Greg. "Is there any news?" The brothers embraced.

"Not yet," replied Greg. "Mother hasn't left her bedroom. Come see her at once."

Mrs. Brown received them with tears and cries of regret. She blamed everyone but herself for Tina's conduct. "If I had been able to go to Brighton this would not have happened!" she cried. "Why did the colonel ever let her out of his sight?"

Mr. Brass tried to reassure his sister, explaining to her that he meant to be in London the very next day, and would assist Mr. Brown in finding Tina.

"Oh! My dear brother," replied Mrs. Brown, "when you get to town, find them, wherever they may be. If they are not already married, make them marry! Above all, keep Mr. Brown from fighting. Tell him I am frightened out of my wits."

Warrick and Greg went to their own room. Warrick longed to tell his brother all that had happened. But this was not the time. Now all their concerns had to be about Tina, her safety and her situation. Because of her thoughtless, foolish behavior, they might possibly never hold their heads up again.

If Gil had thought little of his family before, Warrick could not bear the thought of what he must be thinking now. All thoughts of Gil, and bright hopes for the future, must be forgotten. Most of all, Tina had to be found.

Even poor Greg's loss of Nick was nothing compared to this.



Chapter 20



The whole family hoped for a letter from Mr. Brown the next morning, but nothing came. Mr. Brass had waited only for the mail before setting off. Mrs. Brown fretted needlessly that her husband might be killed in a duel. Meanwhile, all Meryton condemned Hodges, the man they once adored. It was said he had left debts to every tradesman in town. Everyone said that he was the wickedest man in the world!

Each day that passed at Longbourn was filled with anxiety. The Browns lived only for news of Tina. Finally, Mr. Brass wrote to say that their father was coming home. He had not been able to locate Tina. Mrs. Brown was beside herself. "Who will fight Hodges and make him marry Tina if he comes home?" she wailed.

Fortunately, they didn't have to wait long for an answer. Two days after Mr. Brown's return, a letter came from Mr. Brass. Mr. Brown was so worried he had Warrick read the letter aloud. It said:

"My Dear Brother-in-law,"

"I have seen them both. They are not married. But I hope they will marry before too long. All that is required of you is to assure Tina that you will give her the five hundred pounds you set aside for her when she was born. Also, that you give her one hundred pounds a year. I think this is reasonable. After all, you did take over the responsibility for her, from her parents.

"Mr. Hodges circumstances aren't as hopeless as we thought. If you give me the power to act in your name, the whole business will be settled as quickly as possible. We have decided that it is best that Tina be married in my parish.

"Yours, James Brass"

The good news quickly spread throughout the neighborhood.

For his part, Warrick was now sorry that he had made Gil acquainted with his fears for his cousin, since the marriage would hopefully conceal the scandal of elopement. He had no fear of his revealing any details. There were few people on whose secrecy he could so confidently depend. Still, he was humiliated that Gil knew so much about his family.

He also knew that Tina's marriage meant that Hodges was now part of the Brown family. Would Mr. Grissom ever propose to him again, knowing that the man he hated was to be his future spouse's brother-in-law?

It was awful, thought Warrick. ‘What would Gil think if he knew that the proposal I turned down months ago, I would now so gratefully accept!' He now knew that Grissom was the right man for him. Warrick's understanding and temperament, Gil's talents and compassion, would have been an ideal match. How happy they might have been!

But thoughts of Tina finally pushed Gil out of his mind. Hodges and his cousin were finally married and a day later, they arrived at Longbourn. His mother stepped forward to embrace her runaway niece. Mr. Brown was much less cordial.

"Good gracious! What fun this has been! Who knew I would return home married?" laughed Tina.

Her insensitivity upset Greg, Warrick and their father. They studied Hodges carefully. His affection for Tina was not equal to hers for him. Their elopement was the result of Tina's passion, not his. Yet the two brothers wanted to hear the details of their cousin's wedding. Warrick and Greg quickly separated her from Hodges.

"I was worried that we would never get to the church on time. Uncle had business to settle on me. But I needn't have worried. Mr. Grissom was there to give me away if necessary," Tina confessed.

"Mr. Grissom!' cried Warrick.

"I can't say more. I promised David."

Nothing more was said, but Warrick could only guess that Gil had acted nobly on his cousin's behalf. He could not stand the suspense any longer and wrote to his uncle, begging for an answer.

His uncle replied with due haste. He explained that Grissom had come to visit him, because he felt somewhat responsible for Hodges. He blamed his own pride for not informing others of Hodges worthlessness. He found out where Tina was. He could not convince her to leave Hodges, so he convinced Hodges to marry her!

"I must also confide, in total secrecy, that it is Grissom who is paying Hodges debts and giving another thousand pounds to Tina, in addition to what your father has given her. I can only say that I respect and admire him very much!" he concluded.

The letter threw Warrick in to an emotional state. He was amazed that Gil had done all this. That Gil had paid for the man he had most wished to avoid. He had done all this for Warrick!

Warrick spoke aloud to himself. "We owe him everything. Oh, how I regret every unkindness I've ever showed him." Warrick was proud of him, and proud that Gil had loved him, even though that love was now probably lost forever.



Chapter 21



The day of Tina and Hodges departure soon came. Hodges was on his way to his new post. He had been graciously excepted back into the regiment. But Warrick knew that it was because of a large donation, made by Mr. Grissom, that Hodges was taken back. No one, except Mrs. Brown, was sorry to see them go. Happily, Mrs. Brown had something else to think about. She heard news that Mr. Stokes was shortly to return to Netherfield!

Greg had also heard of his coming and quickly blushed, though he was quick to add, "The news does not affect me one way or the other." Warrick did not know what to make of this. Was his brother still hiding his true feelings? He thought that Nick was still in love with Greg.

"As soon as Mr. Stokes comes, my dear," said Mrs. Brown to her husband, "you will go to visit him. In any event, I will invite him to dine with us."

So anxious was Mrs. Brown to send an invitation, that she counted the days until it could be done. Then, on the third morning after Stokes arrival, she saw him ride towards the house.

Greg kept his place at the table, but Warrick went to the window. And what a surprise he got! Mr. Grissom was with Mr. Stokes! Warrick stared out the window in amazement! What could this mean?

Mrs. Brown received Mr. Stokes with great civility, but she barely paid attention to Mr. Grissom at all. She was busy filling Mr. Stokes in on the news of the neighborhood, even telling him about Tina's recent marriage as if it had not been anything but a problem!

Warrick sat quietly and watched everything, He noted with pleasure how Nick looked at Greg. He clearly found him as attractive as ever and spoke to him eagerly. Warrick and Grissom, who was not seated next to each other, spoke very little. But they could not help stealing glances at each other frequently.

When they rose to go, Mrs. Brown invited them both to dine at Longbourn in a few days time.

As soon as they left, Warrick went for a walk by himself in order to think. Gil's behavior astonished and confused him. ‘Why had he come if only to be silent? Why didn't he speak to me? What if he no longer cares for me?' he worried.

He didn't have long to ponder these questions. On Tuesday, the dinner party assembled. Nick quickly settled himself next to Greg. Nick was very attentive to him all throughout dinner. Warrick believed that if it were left up to him, he and Greg would eventually be married.

Sadly, Mr. Grissom was as far from Warrick as was physically possible. In fact, he was seated next to his mother, a situation that could not please either of them. His mother's manner to him, coupled with the sense of all they owed him, upset Warrick deeply. He would have given anything in the world to be able to thank him for all the kindness he had showed Tina.

Instead, Warrick followed him with his eyes. Grissom walked to another part of the room and Warrick envied everyone he spoke to. ‘How could I ever be foolish enough to expect a renewal of his love for me? What person would ever propose a second time?'

He was pleased, though, to bring him coffee and seize the moment to speak to him. "Is your nephew still at Pemberley?" he asked softly.

"Yes, till Christmas," he replied. Warrick could think of no more to say, and unfortunately, neither could Gil.

At last, after a neighbor lady whispered something in Warrick's ear, Grissom walked away. Then his mother proposed they all play cards, and Warrick's spirits dropped. There was no chance of speaking to him now!

Mrs. Brown did not care about anything now except the future prospect of her younger son. She had seen enough of Stokes behavior to feel convinced that Stokes would propose to Greg.

A few days after the visit, Mr. Stokes called again at Longbourn. He was alone. Mr. Grissom had left that morning for London. "Make haste, Greg," advised his mother, "Mr. Stokes is here."

At first, Mrs. Brown stayed in the drawing room with Stokes and Greg. Mr. Brown had stayed in the library. It took some time before Warrick was able to Move his mother from the room and leave Greg and Nick alone. When he returned, he saw Nick and his brother together at the hearth, engaged in earnest conversation.

Warrick turned to go when Nick suddenly rose, whispered a few words to Greg, and ran out of the room. "Oh, Ricky. I'm so happy. I must tell mother instantly. Nick has gone to speak to father," Greg declared.

Warrick, left to himself smiled. He was delighted that his brother had found true love. All the previous months of suspense and unhappiness were over. In a few minutes, he was joined by Nick, whose talk with his father had been short and purposeful.

"Where is Greg," he asked hastily.

"Upstairs with mother," Warrick smiled. He immediately came to Warrick, claiming the good wishes and affection of a brother. Warrick expressed his great pleasure at their coming marriage. They shook hands with great affection.

Indeed, it was a happy day for all in the Brown household. "Greg, I am very happy for you," announced his father. "you are both ideally suited for one another." Mrs. Brown, who thought Nick the handsomest man ever, was forever exclaiming over his wealth and position.

Nick, from this time on, was a daily visitor at Longbourn. He frequently came before breakfast and always remained until after supper. Greg was happy that all the truth was finally known.

"Did you know, Ricky," Greg professed one evening, "he told me when he left last November that he really loved me. Nothing would have persuaded him to leave except he thought I was indifferent. I'm glad that he now knows how much I love him. I could not bear to lose him again."

"And you never shall. You never shall." Warrick stated confidently.



Chapter 22



About a week after Nick's engagement to Greg had been announced, the Brown family received an unexpected visitor. A carriage pulled up and the door was thrown open. It was Lady Heather de Sade! She entered with an ungracious air and sat down without saying a word. Warrick mentioned her name to his mother when she entered, though no formal introduction took place.

"I hope you are well, Warrick," sniffed her ladyship, Warrick replied that he was.

Mrs. Brown, with great politeness, asked if her ladyship would care for some refreshment. Lady Heather refused, but stood and asked , "Warrick, would you care to walk with me?"

Warrick agreed and the two began strolling through the grounds of Longbourn. "You must know why I have come," began her ladyship.

Warrick looked astonished. "I do not"

"Warrick, an alarming report has reached me. Your own heart, your own conscience, must tell you why I've come."

"I have no idea, madam."

"Don't trifle with me! I was told just two days ago that not only was your brother on the point of entering into an advantageous marriage, but that you, Mr. Warrick Brown, would soon marry my nephew, Mr. Grissom. I know this must be a scandalous falsehood, so I insist that you deny this report at once!"

"I haven't heard of any such report," replied Warrick.

"Can you declare that there is no foundation for it?" Lady Heather demanded.

"I do not pretend to possess the same open ways as your ladyship. You may ask all the questions you like, but I may choose not to answer," Warrick declared.

"This is outrageous, Warrick!" she cried.

"Has my nephew proposed to you? I am entitled to know all of his important concerns."

‘But you are not entitled to know mine," Warrick couldn't help answering.

"Be clear. This match can never take place. Mr. Grissom is engaged to my daughter," her ladyship exclaimed. "Now what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Only this, if what you say is so, then why do you ask if he has made an offer to me?" Warrick smiled.

"The engagement is of a peculiar kind. My sister, his mother, and I arranged it from infancy. While in their cradles, we planned their union. Now, at the moment when the wishes of both sisters would be fulfilled by their marriage, you try to prevent it! I won't have my wishes stymied by a man of inferior birth, with no family of importance in the world."

"What is that to me? You and his mother have planned a marriage. But whether it takes place depends on others. It is up to Mr. Grissom, who he chooses to marry. If Mr. Grissom is neither by honor of inclination interested in marrying his cousin, why is he not free to make another choice? If he chooses me, why can I not accept him?" Warrick asked.

"Because honor and decorum forbid it. You will be despised by everyone connected with him. He will lose his friends. Your alliance will be a disgrace."

"Those are heavy misfortunes," agreed Warrick. "But as the spouse of Mr. Grissom, I will have such an extraordinary source of happiness that, on balance, I will have no regret."

"Headstrong, boy! I am ashamed of you. Is this your gratitude to me after the attentions I showered on you last spring? I am not in the habit of being disappointed," bellowed her ladyship.

"That is unfortunate for you, but it has no effect on me," Warrick said gently.

"Let me make myself clear. My daughter and my nephew are meant for each other. They are descended of the same noble line on the maternal side. On the father's they are an ancient, though untitled family. Their fortunes on both sides are splendid."

"In marrying your nephew, I don't think I am endangering anyone," Warrick insisted. "He is a gentleman. I am a gentleman's son. In that, we are equal!"

"True. You are a gentleman's son. But who is your mother? Who are your aunts and your uncles?"

"Whoever my connections are, if your nephew does not object to them, than why should you?" Warrick asked astounded.

"Tell me once and for all, are you engaged to him?"

"I am not."

Lady Heather seemed pleased. "Will you promise me never to enter into such an engagement?"

"I would never make such a promise," Warrick stated determinedly. "I will not be intimidated by you. Even if I should refuse him, that does not mean he will marry your daughter. Your arguments, your ladyship, are ill-judged and frivolous."

"I have one more thing to say," her ladyship almost screamed with rage. "I know all about your cousin's elopement. Is such a girl to be my nephew's niece? Is her despised husband to become his nephew? Heaven forbid! Are the shades of Pemberley to be so polluted?"

"You have insulted me in every way! I shall return to my home now!" Warrick exclaimed.

"This is your final word? You have no regard for the honor of my nephew. Do you not realize that a connection with you will disgrace him in the eyes of society?" She paused. "Are you resolved to have him?"

"I am only resolved to act in a manner which will make me happy, regardless of your feelings," Warrick said.

"You are determined to ruin him in the eyes of the world!" Lady Heather claimed.

"No principal of duty or honor would be violated by my marriage to Gil."

‘Do not imagine, Warrick, that your ambition will ever be gratified. I came here hoping to find you reasonable. But rest assured, I will not stop until I put an end to such an outrage!" said her ladyship, hastily departing in search of her carriage.

Warrick was thunderstruck. Lady Heather had made the journey from Rosings, just to break off his possible engagement to her nephew! How would Gil feel about such interference? Would he agree with his aunt? Or would he remain true to his heart? And was his heart still Warrick's? His own heart was full of doubts. If he doesn't return to Netherfield shortly to visit Nick, I will know all is lost.

Warrick's thoughts were interrupted by his father, who asked to see him in the library. He told him that Mr. Ecklie had written him a letter.

"What could it have said?" Warrick asked.

"He writes that you will soon be the spouse of, in his words, ‘one of the most illustrious personages in this land.' Can you guess who is meant by this, Ricky. It's Mr. Grissom. And Ecklie warns that Lady Heather de Sade does not view this match with a friendly eye. Mr. Grissom, who never looks at anyone without seeing a blemish and who probably has never looked at you in his life! It is too funny!"

Warrick tried to join in his father's amusement, but could only force a reluctant smile. Never in the past had his father's wit been so pointedly directed at him.

"Ecklie goes on to tell me that it is his duty to warn us that it is unwise for you to rush into a union that is not properly sanctioned. Ha!" he laughed. "What an odious man. There's more. Listen to what he has written:

‘I am truly glad that Tina's sad business has been hushed up. I am only concerned that their living together before marriage took place should be so generally known. I must not neglect my duties of my station to say that I am amazed that you received the young couple into your house as soon as they were married. You are encouraging vice. You must forgive them as a Christian, but you should never admit them into your sight or allow their names to be mentioned in your hearing.'

"That's his notion of Christian forgiveness, Ricky! I must say, as much as I hate the hypocrisy of Hodges, Ecklie is in a class by himself. I cannot wait to write back."

Mr. Brown reread the letter with a smile of amusement. "How silly is he, Ricky. Mr. Grissom is indifferent to you and you dislike him immensely. It is delightfully absurd. Do you not find this whole thing amusing, Ricky. I thought you would be doubled over with laughter."

Warrick only smiled. How could he tell his father his true feeling's? Or how much things had changed since they had first met Mr. Grissom? Thinking it all over as Warrick sat with Mr. Ecklie's silly letter in hand, he could scarcely believe it himself.

Yet Gil had told him, and shown him in so many ways, that he did love him, and Warrick's own heart told him that he loved him, too.



Chapter 23



The next day, Mr. Stokes and Mr. Grissom came to Longbourn. Mrs. Brown suggested a walk for the foursome. Nick and Greg lagged behind, eager to be alone. When Warrick and Gil rounded the corner, out of hearing of the others, Warrick spoke.

"Mr. Grissom, I must thank you for your kindness to Tina. I have been anxious to tell you how grateful I am. I thank you on behalf of myself and my family."

"Thanks me only for yourself," he replied. "I thought only of you."

Warrick was to embarrassed to reply. After a short pause, Grissom added, "You must know that my feelings for you are just the same as before. Have you changed your mind about me? I love you very much! Will you marry me?"

"Yes, I have changed my mind about you. I think we could be very happy together. And yes, I want so much to marry you!"

The happiness his reply produced in Grissom was wonderful. He spent the next few moments telling Warrick how delighted he was. Warrick soon learned that Gil's aunt had spoken to him about how stubborn Warrick had been.

"It taught me to hope," Gil said. "I thought I might still have a chance with you."

"We have both changed," Warrick smiled. " We are both more kind, and more understanding of each other."

"You know," Gil nodded, "I was tortured by your rejection of me last spring. At first, I was angry. Then I realized that you were right about me. That's why I wrote you that letter. Did it make you think better of me?"

"It did. It helped remove my prejudice about you. But please don't torture yourself any longer. Think only of past memories that give you pleasure."

"I wish I were more like you. I have been selfish all my life. My parents taught me what was right, but I followed those principals only in my pride. I was spoiled and I cared for no one beyond my family circle, and I thought less of others. I might still be like that if it wasn't for you."

" I knew you were different from the moment I saw you at Pemberley. Did you speak to Mr. Stokes? Is that why he rushed back to see Greg?"

I did. As soon as I realized how much in love they were, I made good my past mistake. You know the rest." they talked and laughed until they reached the house. In the hall, they parted. That night Warrick told Greg everything.

"But I thought you disliked Mr. Grissom!" Greg exclaimed. Then Warrick explained how he gradually came to appreciate all the good qualities in Mr. Grissom. It, certainly wasn't love at first sight, but love did grow over time. He told Greg how deep and strong his love was for Gil.

Greg was thrilled with Warrick's happiness. "I'll be proud to call him my brother," he said.

The two talked long into the night, wondering how their parents, who disliked Grissom, would take the news of their engagement. Indeed, the very next evening, Grissom sought a private meeting with Mr. Brown. He emerged a few minutes later with a smile on his face.

"He wants to see you," he whispered to Warrick, who was sitting nervously at the table.

Warrick hurried to meet his father, who was stunned by the news. "Ricky, what are you doing? Are you out of your mind? I thought you have always hated this man!"

Warrick was quick to reassure his beloved father that his attachment to Mr. Grissom was deep and real.

"Or do you mean you are determined to have him? He is rich, to be sure. But will he make you happy? We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of man. But if you truly like him, that changes everything."

"I do like him," Warrick replied with tears in his eyes. "I love him. He has no improper pride. You do not know what he is really like." Warrick went on in earnest, explaining the gradual change that had occurred. To complete the favorable impression, he told his father all that Gil had voluntarily done for Tina.

"This is an evening of wonders! So Grissom did all that. Made the match, gave the money, paid the fellow's debts and got him his commission! So much the better. It will save me a world of trouble. I would have had to repay your uncle Jim. Now, I'll offer to repay Grissom, and he'll refuse, content to rant on about his love for you, Ricky." his father grinned, eyes twinkling.

"I had no idea!" his father continued. He is a good, honorable man. In that case, he deserves you. I could not have parted with you to anyone less worthy. But I have no idea how your mother will receive the news," he said, throwing up his hands.

Warrick hoped for the best. When his mother went to the bedroom her son followed.

"Gil asked me to marry him and I have accepted." Warrick blurted out quickly. Mrs. Brown sat down, unable to utter a syllable. Her son feared the worst. Then his mother exploded in joy

"Lord bless me! Mr. Grissom! How rich and great you will be, Ricky. What grandeur! What opulence!

That was all Warrick needed to hear. His spirits were high. Luckily, Mrs. Brown stood in awe of her intended son-in-law, so she did not even venture to speak to him. She treated him with respect and held her tongue. Mr. Brown made great efforts to get to know Gil, and Warrick was delighted with their friendliness.

Until the wedding, Gil was a permanent fixture at Longbourn. They sat for hours discussing their unusual courtship and how they had come to realize how much they loved each other. The lovers discussed, in great detail, every conversation they had ever had.

"How did you ever come to fall in love with me? Did you admire my spirit?" Warrick asked him playfully one day.

"I admire the liveliness of your mind," Gil admitted.

"Tell the truth," Warrick laughed. You were only interested in my mind. You never found me the least bit attractive? I know, you were disgusted by people who were always agreeing with your opinion. I interested you because I was so unlike them."

"Indeed, but you are also the most attractive person I have ever met."

The two went on like that for hours, totally absorbed in each other. All the months of hostility and anger were forgotten in their newfound devotion.

In a few weeks time, the Browns had ample cause for celebration. Both their sons, Warrick and Greg, were married in a double wedding. Mrs. Brown's most fervent wish--to see her sons married to people of wealth and high social standing--was realized.

Warrick moved to Pemberley, in Derbyshire, Gil's elegant country estate. Mr. Brown missed his son, Ricky, tremendously. He often went to Pemberley, especially when least expected.

Nick and Greg remained at Netherfield for a year, then decided that they were too close to Greg's mother. Even Nick's easy disposition and Greg's kind heart could not cope with Mrs. Browns constant interference. Instead, they bought an estate near Derbyshire, so Warrick and Greg could visit regularly.

Pemberley was also the home of Gil's nephew Bobby. A deep attachment grew between Warrick and Bobby. The young man was often amazed at how strong willed Warrick could be. Life was full of happiness for the Brown brothers. All of their dreams had come true.



Epilogue



Mr. and Mrs. Brown remained together for the rest of their days. They took great joy in the happiness of their sons.

Gil and Warrick eventually adopted two children, a boy and a girl.

Nick and Greg adopted four children. Three girls and a boy.

Tina and Hodges had six children, three of each. Turns out they were well suited to each other. One was just as silly as the other.

Catherine stayed with Mr. Ecklie, but they remained childless. Catherine came to visit at Pemberley often, without her husband.

Warrick's beloved uncle Jim met Colonel Vartann on one of his many stays at Pemberley. They hit it off famously and were eventually married.

Lady Heather never spoke to her nephew again, much to Warrick's relief.

And they all lived happily ever after, except for Miss Sara Stokes, who remained a bitter old spinster. She became a recluse and never left her home again!



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