Chapter 4 Illuminative Conversation #2
She recounted how Mr. Gardiner, and his father, had known the girls’ aunt’s father for decades.
They were friends and occasional business partners in various ventures, and their shops in Cheapside were on the same street.
“I had known Mr. Gardiner for years, of course, although not well. He is quite a bit older than me, as you know, and I was nearing thirty at the time. Now we can laugh at never considering the other as a prospective mate, but we simply never did! Even when my father expressed his preference, after talking to Mr. Gardiner about the arrangement first, I was stunned.”
“Was Uncle stunned too? Or did he secretly fancy you?”
“I must disappoint, Lizzy dear. There was no fancying on either side. He was as stunned at the idea as I was. Yet he saw the advantage in securing a wife, for all the typical reasons men want a wife, and not having to bother with wooing one was fortuitous.” Mrs. Gardiner paused to laugh aloud, the girls joining in.
“Best of all, I possessed a sound head for business. Always practical, your uncle!”
“How romantic,” Lizzy intoned drily.
“Indeed,” Mrs. Gardiner laughed again. “I insisted on marrying only after my father passed on, which we knew was imminent. A year later, we married, without having done more than sharing a handful of chaste kisses. I was a decade older than you two are, probably more innocent, not in love, and not particularly interested in being a wife. Strangely, those physical urges which plague the young seemed to have skipped past me.”
She paused for a moment, gazing seriously at her nieces.
“This brings me to the main point in sharing this ancient history. I suspect, with this bleak and decidedly unromantic set up for our marriage, it would be logical to deduce our consummation and subsequent intimacies empty, unfulfilling, and maybe downright painful. Yes?”
Lizzy didn’t know quite how to respond, and a glance at Jane showed the same uncertainty.
On the one hand, Lizzy could not fathom marrying a man she had no feelings for, not only because of her strong love for Mr. Darcy, but also because she had vehemently rejected marriage twice to men she held no affection for—that one of those men happened to be the man she later did fall in love with was an amusing piece of irony!
On the other hand, as she was beginning to realize, she was much like her aunt in not hitting puberty and instantly becoming obsessed with flirting and seductive ploys to ensnare a husband.
Thus, while she loved William deeply and unquestionably responded as a female ought to her lover’s touch, did her years of indifference to the male populous carry a negative foreboding?
Waiting no longer for a comment from the silent duo, Mrs. Gardiner continued, “You would be mistaken to think so. We were quite compatible, in fact, and enjoyed the physical aspects of our marriage tremendously. This pleasure we experienced despite not being in love. A few years later, our children came along in swift succession after nothing happening for a while, and during this period, our fondness and affection for each other evolved into love—a strong, abiding, spiritual love. Neither of us spoke of it. We simply knew our relationship had altered. Now, ask me how it was we knew.”
Jane was smiling dreamily, her countenance revealing her understanding. It was Lizzy who answered, however, growing bold in her enthusiasm. “Your lovemaking had changed. It was even better than before. Am I right?”
“Spot on! You see, my dears, the physical act, as designed by God, is meant to bring the greatest of joy.
In part, this is achieved merely by how the body was created.
Certain areas of the male and female body will respond to certain stimuli.
Under the proper circumstances, as long as both persons are willing, the act will culminate in passionate release regardless of the emotions between the two.
You would need to be utterly blind or a mental deficient not to recognize this truth.
“Tragically, too many women fall into the role of servicing the physical needs of those males who seek such pleasure outside of marriage. In some cases, such women enjoy the activity and have chosen this lifestyle. Personally, as a woman of faith, this is abhorrent to me, yet I cannot deny the reality of it, mainly because it is a fact that our bodies are designed to respond and seek pleasure. What these situations lack, as did my marriage for a time, is the other part to the equation. Love. Degrees of affection enhance the experience, but when deeply in love, the affinity of heart, soul, and mind will lift the physical pleasure to a heavenly realm.”
At this point, both Jane and Lizzy were mesmerized.
Embarrassment was forgotten, although it would resurface in small increments with spoken graphic words and phrases.
Largely, however, they listened raptly as their aunt proceeded to elucidate in both clinical and erotic verbiage on the mysteries of lovemaking.
By the end of that long evening cloistered in solitude, it was safe to say that there were no mysteries remaining other than crossing the line into personal application.
* * *
Jane and Lizzy did not speak as they climbed the stairs to their bedrooms. Their silence was not the result of lingering bashfulness or unease over the subject matter covered in precise language, but due to distracting imagery and emotions that inhibited mundane talk.
They parted, after perfunctorily murmuring their good-night and sleep-well wishes, each entering their own chambers and setting to the process of preparing for bed as if automatons.
For Lizzy, all that her aunt had spoken of could be summed up in one word: revelation.
She now comprehended every sensation she had experienced in the past weeks with William as she never had before.
Granted, she had known on an elemental level, as well as intellectually, what the feelings meant.
With the mind-opening revelation of exactly what the marriage bed fully entailed, she was not afraid—quite the contrary.
She now fathomed, with improved clarity, just how fantastic the act of lovemaking would be.
She, a maiden whose experience was limited to gentle, pleasurable stimulation from a kiss or passionate embrace, had fervently yearned for more.
The desires increased daily, so how strong would they be after another month has passed?
The crazed vision from earlier that day, of William loving her in his office, was more vivid.
It also raised the question: Would she really have crossed the forbidden line of losing her virtue before exchanging vows?
Just a few days ago she had quite vehemently assured William that she would never allow such a thing.
Today? If William were to walk through her bedchamber door right now, with her concupiscence at an all-time high, would she send him away?
Lizzy gazed at her reflection in the mirror. A flushed face with bright eyes stared back.
It is fortunate he is miles away, she thought, sighing forlornly.
Lizzy reflexively began removing the pins from her hair, plopping each one onto the table sightlessly, her musings continuing.
Another aspect of the revelation from today, both from Aunt Gardiner and the passionate exchange with her fiancé at the townhouse, was greater sympathy for Darcy’s struggles.
Surely, a mature man Mr. Darcy’s age had been aware of his carnal lusts for a decade, if not longer.
If her sexual awareness, so recently awoken, could lead to such intense temptations, it logically followed that he faced a far stronger temptation.
Furthermore, distressing as the thought was, Lizzy doubted his experiences in this area was limited to only her or to simple kisses and embraces.
Presuming this was the case—the details of which she hoped never to learn—when he imagined loving her, the visions must be crystal clear and explicit.
However, he had not loved any of the women he may have entertained in the past. Only she held William’s heart, of this fact she was positive.
This amazing man she loved was a person of deep emotions, loyalty, and faith.
Lizzy believed William was already cognizant of the God-ordained plan that made lovemaking exponentially rapturous when between two who were bonded soul and spirit—in this, she was confident.
The conclusion to all of this being, his restraint was more remarkable than she had credited.
“This is going to be a long four weeks,” she declared aloud to her reflection in the tall mirror she stood in front of.
Dreamily, she nodded and then smiled bemusedly upon noting that, while lost to introspection, she had changed into her bed clothes, unpinned her hair, and was now brushing the long locks which fell in a wave down her back, the ends almost reaching her bottom.
William adores my hair.
The thought came unbidden, and her brushing rhythm faltered.
Only once, that she was aware of, had he seen her hair down.
The day she walked to Netherfield to attend to a sick Jane, she had hurried out the door, not bothering to pin it.
She would never forget his face when she walked into the breakfast room.
Not for many months would she comprehend the emotions and thoughts behind his dumbfounded expression or the other countless times he had stared at her in frank appreciation.
Oh yes, he adored her hair, but that was not all. Examining her familiar facial features with recent revelations in mind, Lizzy focused on altering her perceptions. How did William view her?