Mr. Darcy did his best to make sure that Lady Catherine knew very well that her plan had been soiled. He had the chance to ruin her entirely, but he didn't, and Elizabeth was very proud of him when he didn't. All he did was make sure that Mr. Wickham was put away. He kept quiet about Kitty, which also made Elizabeth happy, and Mr. and Mrs. Bennet contemplated sending her off to school. They decided against it since Kitty, being the partial airhead that she was, made a mistake and that was it. Had she known any better, surely, she would have known to take the poison to someone like Mr. Bennet or Mr. Darcy.

"You should have come to me or Miss Elizabeth as soon as Wickham told you to put it in her drink, Kitty," Mr. Darcy told her.

"I know... I'm such a fool... Perhaps Mama and Papa should send me off to school after all," said Kitty. She was truly ashamed of herself and felt guilty about the entire thing. However, she felt that justification had fallen where it was needed, so she could at least be satisfied by that.

Mr. Darcy's actions in the mystery led Elizabeth to fall in love with him even more, and she demanded that their wedding be moved closer. The earliest that their wedding could we moved was five days from that date, which satisfied Elizabeth just fine. Of course, the arrangements had to be rushed, and Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth did not see each other at all until the wedding itself. Mr. Darcy's breath was taken when his eyes fell on his beautiful Elizabeth, clad in light blue, walking towards him. Mary's playing was excellent, while not perfect, but neither Mr. Darcy nor Elizabeth even noticed. Their eyes never left each other's for even a moment. Their first kiss as Mr. and Mrs. Darcy was exactly how Elizabeth had imagined it and more. After the marriage took place, Mr. Darcy handed Elizabeth into their closed carriage and climbed in after her, and they were on their way to wherever it was that he was whisking them away to. Elizabeth sank into his arms and rested her head on his shoulder as he removed his top hat and set it on the opposite seat, his arms wrapping around her.

"Where are you taking me, my dearest Mr. Darcy?" Elizabeth asked him once he had settled back into his seat.

"Kiss me and call me 'Fitzwilliam' and I shall tell you," said Mr. Darcy, causing Elizabeth to smile. She pressed her lips to his and pulled away quickly.

"Now tell me, Fitzwilliam!" she exclaimed in a teasing manner.

"I thought I would take us some place where I know neither of us have never been. My dearest Lizzie, we are on our way to Southampton to take a ship to Ireland," he told her.

"Ireland? I heard it was beautiful," said Elizabeth.

"And I the same, now can I kiss my wife? It is all I have been anticipating this past week."

"And not your marriage to me? I must say, Mr. Darcy, you are bold!"

"Fitzwilliam, and marrying you comes with the kissing, now please kiss me or I shall go insane." Elizabeth laughed, very much enjoying the teasing, and pressed her lips to his. They lost track of time while they were kissing, but they stopped when their carriage came to a halt, which meant that they were at wherever it was that they were to stay that evening. Elizabeth had no idea, but could not wait to find out.