Slide 2:The night Alice walked in on her husband's act of desperation had not ended well. Once Mrs. Austen suggested Lark as Frank's official mistress, they exchanged a few more words in a relatively cordial manner, and then the shouting started. Alice blamed herself, Frank did not like that. Alice insisted she would be all right, Frank did not believe her. Alice loved Lark enough to allow such a thing, Frank thought she was lying...and it went on.


Slide 3:The argument was loud enough to wake John, and as he went into his brother’s room it seemed that Robert had been roused as well. “Robbie, you are awake too?” Robert turned his head to smirk at his brother. “As I am not in bed I should assume so.” John looked at his feet. “Yes, of course.”


Slide 4:The boys stood there for a moment, not speaking, just listening to the bellowing down the hall. “Oh yes, very well! I shall simply waltz on down to the cottage and demand she offer herself to me, is that what you want?!” “It would be a great deal better than the act which I just caught you—” “O'Leery says it is perfectly normal!” “Mr. O'Leery's dearest friend has purple hair! I daresay he would not recognize "normal" if it were to bite him right on his rump!” “Mrs. Austen!”


Slide 5:“Mama and Papa are fighting,” John murmured after a minute or two. Robert scoffed. “Good heavens, John, whatever gave you that idea?” “But Mama and Papa never argue. . . .” “They are certainly doing it now,” Robert grumbled. He looked his brother for a moment and made a move to put a hand on his shoulder. “I am sorry, I should not have been so cross with you. Sit down?” “Yes, alright.”


Slide 6:John settled himself on the bed while Robert took the chair. “Who do you suppose they are speaking of?” “I should think they are speaking of Miss Lark, Marian’s mother.” The redhead pondered this for a second. “Why are they shouting about Miss Lark? She is a nice lady, and Marian is…well I like her, too.”


Slide 7:“John, you know Marian is illegitimate. She is our sister, but not Mama’s daughter. Cannot you see what this means? Have you not thought about it before?”


Slide 8:“Miss Lark was Papa’s l-lover?” John asked, rocking back and forth in a slightly nervous way. “Nobody tells me anything. Why does nobody tell me anything? I suppose it is obvious, but I just never thought about it before. I wonder how Marian must feel…” John thought aloud. Robbie ignored him, and went on with his own train of thought. “I believe it is a combination of Miss Lark, Marian, and something else that is causing this disagreement between our parents.” “Perhaps Mama is angry at Papa for being naughty with Miss Lark?” Robert shook his head fiercely, sending his blonde hair flying about his face. “Papa was not naughty, John. He was not married to Mama yet.” “Oh,” John mulled this over for a moment and then his face lit up a bit. “Who has purple hair?” -----


Slide 9:Frank settled himself in his chair the following morning, reveling in the silence. John and Robert had departed quite early – oddly early in fact, as if they wished to be gone from the house as soon as possible – for school; Henry and Isabella were playing nicely in the nursery. “Ahhh,” he sighed, as he picked up his fork.


Slide 10:“Is something the matter?" Alice asked a little stiffly. She was still irritated with her husband's response to what she found a very selfless offer on her part. “Not at all, I was merely expressing my satisfaction with the morning. Is not this nice, breaking our fast in the quiet?” “Indeed,” Alice replied, with a small nod.


Slide 11:The Austens ate in silence for a while, neither wanting to accidentally say something to upset the other. It was rather awkward.


Slide 12:Mr. Austen cleared his throat and waved his hand about vaguely. “We could do so much more with this room,” he said pleasantly. Alice raised an eyebrow. “I say, husband, I never took you for the decorating type.” “My father was an architect, dearest. He built this house for my mother, and I only wish to keep it fashionable.” “And now you are using words such as 'fashionable', are you?” Alice said with a giggle. “Upon my word, Mr. Austen, you sound like dear Georgiana.” Frank chuckled as he watched his wife get up. “Finished already?” he asked.


Slide 13:As she crossed the room to the door, Alice began muttering very quickly. “Yes, I must tidy the kitchen, make the beds, and put Isabella and Henry to sleep among other things before I call upon the Haggertys this afternoon. I declare, I do wish you would employ servants, Frank. This house is far too large for one woman to manage!” Her voice had risen quite a bit toward the end. Frank said nothing, simply trying not to stare at Alice’s behind as she stalked off. -----


Slide 14:“My dear sister, how good it is to see you!” Alice exclaimed as she embraced Georgiana Haggerty.


Slide 15:“I thank you for coming, but do come in before you catch your death in this blasted rain!” Mrs. Haggerty said teasingly, but with a hint of sadness in her voice. Alice studied the older woman’s face for a moment, and realized that she looked just that: older. She wanted to mention it, but before she could, Georgiana was ushering her into the drawing room.


Slide 16:Alice looked around. “Oh my! I am all astonishment, I did not expect such a radical difference in decoration! I knew you had to rebuild part of the house after the fire, but I daresay this room is three times the size it was before.” “What? Hmm, oh yes. Yes, after the fire we decided to, what is the word? Upgrade. Do you like it? Little George picked out the new pianoforte.” “He has very good taste indeed. Is he at home? I have not seen him in so long.”


Slide 17:“I should think he is in the library, though we will likely see him at some point when he shuffles off to fetch something to eat. I declare, I have not seen someone so obliged to spend their entire day reading since my sister Charlotte,” Georgiana said with an affectionate chuckle.


Slide 18:Alice laughed politely as the women took their seats. “And how is Charlotte? I have not seen her lately, either.” “She is well! It is almost her birthday, however, so she has been fretting about that. And her children are giving her trouble.” “Indeed?” “Yes, my poor nephew has lost his hearing in one ear.” “Oh good heavens! Poor Ham! Whatever happened?”


Slide 19:“It seems my niece thought it would be quite amusing indeed if she joined her brother and Sir Henry on one of their little hunting excursions. She kicked up such a fuss that her parents had to agree, but of course Mary Jane has never held a weapon in her life and was instructed to merely go along and watch. I gather that Miss Blackthorne wanted to prove she could do anything as well as her brother, and tried to shoot at a rabbit or something of the sort while her father was not looking.” Alice did not understand. “But how did this affect the young man’s hearing?” “Apparently he was standing a bit too near, and the noise of the rifle caused the loss of his hearing in his left ear, I believe it was.”


Slide 20:“Oh no! The poor boy…and how could Mary Jane do such a thing? She could have been seriously hurt, or—” “Yes, she was given a rather nasty lecture, and Sir Henry even went so far as to threaten marrying her off to some rich fellow he knew from Simaustria. She did not like that, not at all,” Georgiana said, shaking her head. “I should think not!” “Yes, well…Ham has forgiven her, he is a sweet boy. And now they are all preparing for when the twins leave for their respective schools.” “How very pleasant. Your son shall not be too far behind them!”


Slide 21:“Mmm.” Georgiana could not say what she wanted, that another of her children was of age. It had been so long since she’d spoken about Kitty to someone other than her husband. Her own son did not even know of his sister.


Slide 22:Alice, recognizing the look Georgiana often got when speaking about children, lowered her voice to a whisper. “I dare say your Kitty has begun her education as well. Dear Anne would have found some way to be sure that she was well placed at a school, if something had ever happened…” Georgiana smiled sadly. “Thank you,” she murmured. “If only we knew which one. George and I have been searching for her ever since…” “Ever since that dreadful night.”


Slide 23:Georgiana nodded. “Yes, but we have found nothing. My sister did the best she could to be sure my—” She stopped abruptly as young George Haggerty strode into the room.


Slide 24:“Mama, has Cook begun the tea yet? I am quite parched, and I could do with a biscuit. Good afternoon, Aunt,” he added, bowing to Alice. “Good afternoon, Georgie,” she replied kindly. Mrs. Haggerty smiled a little at her son. “I do not know, darling, why do you not go and ask her?” He said nothing, but nodded and turned back the way he came. Alice and Georgiana gave it a moment, and when he did not return they felt it was once again safe to speak.


Slide 25:“As I was saying, my sister seems to have done everything in her power to be sure my daughter could not be found. While I want to thank her for this, I also want to clobber her.” A quiet giggle escaped Alice’s lips but she quickly composed herself. With feeling, she said, “I am sure when the time is right, you shall be reunited.” “One can only hope.” -----


Slide 26:“Frank, what are you doing in Robert’s art room? I have searched high and low for you!” A very vexed Alice grumbled when she returned home that evening. She walked into the room, and saw that it was littered with broken quills, crumpled papers, and books.


Slide 27:“Planning for the renovations!” Frank answered excitedly. “Renovations? But…dearest, I did not know—” “But I spoke of it this morning at breakfast!” Frank exclaimed, waving his ink-dripping pen dangerously near his shirt. “I know you think I should take a mistress, but I believe I can overcome it all by keeping myself exceedingly busy! And so, renovations!” He was speaking very quickly, and Alice noted a mildly crazed look in his eyes. She did not look at him, instead choosing to admire the plain blue walls.


Slide 28:Frank leapt from his chair. “What say you? I think the dining room first, for it will be easiest. Afterward I would like to add on a few rooms, there simply isn’t enough space in this house.” “Husband, we have 6 bedrooms…” “Precisely! We need at least 8 to be quite fashionable, I am told,” Frank said, nodding sagely. “I am certain you are making that up,” Alice said with a smirk.


Slide 29:“That is for me to know, my love. What say you? And I believe we might be able to expand my mother’s rose garden, is not that a pleasant thought?” “Whatever you wish, my dear.” “Good!” he said happily, looking as if he were about to break into song. Alice giggled at his expression. “Yes, well…I am going to prepare dinner, please do not be late. You may also wish to tidy up after yourself; If Robert finds a single canvas out of place you know we shall have quite a little terror on our hands.” “Oh dear, I had not thought of that,” Frank muttered, frantically looking around at his mess. -----


Slide 30:The next afternoon saw Alice hidden away from her family, trying to find a spare moment to respond to a letter she had received from Frank’s sister Mary. My Dearest Mrs. Smith,  I thank you most heartily for your last letter. That you are enjoying your new home in the Simcaribbean is a most pleasant relief to us all, for as you know we were quite worried at you being so far. I am sorry the heat is dreadful, however; That cannot be at all good for your delicate constitution! Here the weather is dismal, it is nearly winter you know. I have not been to town in days for all the muddy roads. They do make travel quite a nuisance, do they not?


Slide 31:Alice paused for a moment, visualizing white, sandy beaches and bathing costumes and exotic palm trees…. Even with her ailments, a nice seaside retreat sounded marvelous. It may even do her some good. After writing the above I have decided that I shall have to torture Mr. Austen until he agrees to purchase a house for us in Simbath, or someplace similar. I shall inform you on my progress with this venture as soon as I have any information about it. What horrible news about Mr. Smith! How long has he been complaining about a rheumatism of the hip? I do not remember him to be quite so infirm, despite his advanced age. Our thoughts are with you, and may Plumbob keep him with us for many years more. She sighed as she began the next paragraph.


Slide 32:My own medical situation remains the same. While I do not feel ill most days, I can tell that I am not my usual self. Thank you for your kind inquiry, my dear. I assure you that there is nothing to worry about. I do worry about Robert’s health, unfortunately. He has had a cough for some time now with no sign of improvement, and he is always so pale! Frank, of course, is having a rather difficult time. The poor man! At times I feel as if his head may explode from all the thoughts running through it. I dare not tell you what I caught him doing (though I am sure you will force it out of me in time for you cannot abide not knowing anything to do with your twin) but I will say that things have progressed so far that I have indeed suggested he take an official mistress. He is rather cross with me for it, of course, but I am sure he shall come around. Alice dropped her pen as she felt the sadness hit. She must not give in..


Slide 33:If there was one thing Alice had never expected, it was that she would find peace in such a situation. Of course she was sad, what woman would not be when told she could no longer bear children? That this meant she could no longer be intimately acquainted with her husband only made that particular sadness worse. Nevertheless, she knew her duty according to the laws of society. She was expected to, at the very least, allow a mistress, and she had no problem with that whatsoever. She knew Frank had loved Lark first, and she knew the only reason Frank didn't marry her was because marrying simselves is "simply not done". Alice had come to terms with this a long time ago. She was not angry, but she felt guilty. Alice would not give her children up for anything, but there were still times where she wished Lark had been Mrs. Austen. Getting to know the woman better only made this feeling stronger, and so why should she not be Frank's lover? It was his right, and it made Alice's own conscience a little clearer. Alice sighed, and picked up her pen.


Slide 34:On a rather more cheerful note, I am so pleased to hear your Anna is growing up so well! I dare say by the time you receive this letter she and my Robert will be well on their way to adulthood. I shall send along a new pair of lace gloves, I believe she will enjoy them greatly. Have you any plans to return to Simland in the near future? I am certain Miss Smith would love to go to Simdon for the season. I know I am particularly looking forward to it as I shall be able to take Isabella along. I must have Robert sketch a family portrait of us all, I should like you to be able to see our newest Mr. and Miss Austen. They truly are delightful babies, though poor Bella sometimes can be rather tenacious. Frank insists she will grow out of it. We shall see if he is correct as it is the twins’ birthday. Naturally I cannot complete a letter without speaking of my dear little John. He has just begun reading Simlatin with Robert, and lately made me the most marvelous little booklet of poems translated from Simlatin to Simlish and back again!


Slide 35:I dare say he may go off to university early, as bright as he is. Here I must leave off, for as I said we are having a birthday celebration tonight and I have not even begun the cake. I have invited a certain someone to the festivities and I do not think Mr. Austen will be very pleased with me. He shall simply have to get over it. I entreat you to burn this letter upon completion. The Austens of Simshire do not need more gossip spread about them. We miss you ever so much, dearest Mary!  I beg you to come and visit at your earliest convenience I am most affectionately yours, Alice Austen


Slide 36:“Miss Lark, how good of you to come!” Alice said, a little too excitedly. The Austens, Lark, and Marian were gathered once again for a birthday in the dining room.


Slide 37:The simself peered at her through wizened eyes. “What is wrong?” Alice very nearly snorted, a sure sign she was about to lie. “Nothing is wrong, my dear! Though I must admit, seeing my babies become little people is rather upsetting. It does make me feel very old indeed!” She knew this was not all that was the matter, but Lark said nothing else. She only smiled and moved a little bit away to stand next to her daughter.


Slide 38:Frank stormed into the room wearing an expression which should not be found at a birthday celebration. He glanced at Lark, but did not bow or even nod his head.


Slide 39:In a clipped tone Frank said, “Mrs. Austen, I must speak with you at once.” Glancing around at the children and the simself he added, “Alone.” Alice had been expecting this, so she followed her husband out of the room without complaint.


Slide 40:The door had barely the time to close after them before Frank crossed his arms and glared at Alice. “No doubt you are aware why I am—” “So angry? Yes, yes I am, but Frank—” “What were you thinking, inviting that woman here tonight?!” Alice scoffed. “'That woman'? Dearest, surely there is no need to be so very rude. Miss Lark is a very close friend of our family, show her some respect.” “Yes! And you would prefer if she were even closer would you not? Did you think inviting her here would help, that having her under my nose would suddenly tempt me to change my mind?!”


Slide 41:“What are they speaking of, do you suppose?” Marian asked nobody in particular, leaning eagerly in the direction the Austens had gone. “Marian,” Lark said in a warning tone.


Slide 42:But Marian would not find out. A minute or two later Frank and Alice returned, each with a toddler in their arms. They were both smiling, though Frank's looked rather forced.


Slide 43:Isabella twisted in her mother’s arms to stare back at the other red-haired woman. Alice grinned. “I do believe little Bella likes you, Miss Lark.” Lark smiled, but it did not reach her eyes. There was almost something accusing in the toddler’s face. How could someone so small understand—but of course, she could not. The simself laughed at her own paranoia.


Slide 44:Frank glanced down at his youngest son, and his forced smile became genuine. This was precisely what his father had wanted for him. He had sons, an heir, and his marriage was usually a happy one. How could he accept Alice's proposition of taking a mistress, when it would go against everything Fitzwilliam Austen had wished for? Frank's father had lived with the consequences of his affair until the day he died, and he wanted better for his son. How could Frank ignore that? Frank knew exactly how he could ignore that, and his grimace returned.


Slide 45:“Huzzah!” John exclaimed loudly before quickly clapping a hand over his mouth in surprise. He was usually such a quiet fellow. His family laughed at his embarrassment, and he turned almost as red as his hair.


Slide 46:After blowing out her candles, Isabella went to her room and put on her new gown, so she was the last to grab a piece of the cake. As most of her family made their way into the drawing room, Bella sat down at the table.


Slide 47:Lark was still there, and as Isabella devoured her dessert the older woman tried to find something to say. “Dear Miss Austen, how are you enjoying the cake?” was all she could come up with. “It is very good,” Isabella said between forkfuls. “I am glad you think so. Did your mother tell you I helped her prepare them? She is not very skilled in the art of baking, poor woman,” said Lark with a snicker.


Slide 48:Having finished her cake, Isabella smiled at Lark in a way that suggested she was indulging a small child’s nonsense. “Well of course you would be better at that sort of thing, am I correct Miss Lark?” “Whatever do you mean?” Lark asked, wildly remembering the glance she’d had from this same little girl as a toddler. “Only that women of your station would have more cause to find themselves in the kitchen than women like my mother.” “I—” “I mean no disrespect, of course,” Bella added, beaming pleasantly.


Slide 49:“Look, everyone! It is Henry, Lord Tomato of Simshire!” Robert cried, nearly doubling over with laughter. “Stop making fun! I like red!” “Yes, that is obvious! Very well, Lord Tomato, I shall stop. How is your wife, Lady Asparagus?” “Robbie!” Henry whined.


Slide 50:Alice smirked as she listened to her sons’ bickering. “Elizabeth was not exaggerating, I see.” “Oh my dear, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into! Life as the only lady in a house full of sons, well...it is quite interesting.” Mrs. Austen continued to smile as she dealt the cards.


Slide 51:When it was time for Lark and Marian to leave, they said their goodbyes and wished the twins a happy birthday. If Lark was still a little stunned by Isabella's words, nobody noticed. “Well! I suppose we shall see you both in the morning, yes?” Frank asked. “For your and Robbie’s birthday, hmm?” he added, winking at Marian. “Yes, and I do so hope you have purchased those slippers I wanted, Papa!” “Marian, do not be rude,” Lark scolded, trying not to smile.


Slide 52:Alice cleared her throat and put on her best pout. “My dear, I know the distance is not far, but it is so very late. It would ease my mind greatly if you were to escort Miss Lark and Miss Marian home.”


Slide 53:Lark and Frank turned to her with identical faces of mixed exasperation, confusion, and horror.


Slide 54:Frank was still irritated with his wife for inviting them without his consent, but he had tried to stay cheerful throughout the evening for his children's sake. This request made him forget all about that. A glare crept its way onto his face. Lark could sense an argument coming on. “Mrs. Austen, it is all right. Like you said, our cottage is not far. There is no need—”


Slide 55:“Do not be silly.” Alice interrupted. “Mr. Austen would be happy to escort you home, would you not Frank?” Alice asked with an edginess to her voice which she so rarely used.


Slide 56:Frank caught Alice's pointed look at Marian, and sighed. “Yes, of course,” he finally agreed, trying to bite back his anger. “Marian, take my hand.”


Slide 57:Alice watched them go with both sadness and triumph.


Slide 58:The trio arrived at the small house approximately 5 minutes later, soaking wet. It had started raining so they were obliged to run part of the way, and dash into the safety of the warm cottage.


Slide 59:“Papa, will you read to me?” Marian asked when they were inside. “I do not know how much longer I shall wish you to as I am nearly grown, and I miss it so. I wish Mama and I could live with you at the big house all the time. Just like before! Yes, Mama? I think we would both like that very much, and—”


Slide 60:“Yes, of course,” Frank said quickly, catching Lark’s eye. She was clearly perturbed. “That is if your mother is in agreement.”


Slide 61:“Oh please, Mama! Say that Papa may stay!”


Slide 62:Lark stared into the man’s eyes for a long moment. She did not necessarily want him to stay any longer than he had to, but she had never refused Marian anything. “Very well,” she finally said, quietly. She gave Frank a small smile, and they all made their way toward the winding stairs that led to the bedrooms.


Slide 63:Dry and dressed in her nightshirt, Marian handed Frank her new copy of Emma and said, “I’ve put a ribbon in the place where Mama left off last night, Papa.” Frank nodded as he took the book from her; He cracked it open while Marian seated herself on the bed.


Slide 64:“And you must do the voices, Papa, do not forget!”


Slide 65:Frank raised an eyebrow at his daughter then checked the page to see who was speaking. “I suppose if it is Mrs. Elton I should….” He trailed off, then cleared his throat. “Sound like this?!” He asked in a very high-pitched mockery of a woman’s voice.   Marian doubled over laughing and nearly fell out of bed as she tried to climb under the blankets. “Yes, that will do,” she said between giggles   Mr. Austen smirked at her, and began reading.


Slide 66:Hair semi-dry and gown brushed off, Lark was out of things to do in her own bedroom. The sound of Marian giggling came from the girl’s room a minute before, and as that was not at all conducive to sleep, Lark made her way down the hall.


Slide 67:She cracked the door open only a small amount, and listened. Frank was speaking rather oddly with a most amused look on his face.


Slide 68:“‘Nobody can think less of dress in general than I do – but upon such an occasion as this, when everybody's eyes are so much upon me, and in compliment to the Westons – who I have no doubt are giving this ball chiefly to do me honor – I would not wish to be inferior to others. And I see very few pearls in the room except mine. So Frank Churchill is a capital dancer, I understand. We shall see if our styles suit. A fine young man certainly is Frank Churchill. I like him very well.’”   Lark smiled as her eyes moved to Marian who looked very near to sleep. She drowned Frank out for a moment, just watching the two of them. How close they had come to having this be the norm, to having it all just right…


Slide 69:“‘How do you like Mrs. Elton?’ said Emma in a whisper. ‘Not at all.’ ‘You are ungrateful.’” Frank paused to look over Marian’s motionless form. “And you are asleep, Miss Marian,” he added quietly, snapping the book shut.


Slide 70:Lost in her thoughts, Lark did not see that Frank had gotten up to return the book to its shelf.


Slide 71:She turned away quickly for an escape, but her dress caught in the door hinge. “Blast!” she swore quietly as she nearly fell on her face. “I had a feeling you might be listening,” Frank said with a grin, catching her by the elbow just in time.


Slide 72:The very second he was sure she had her footing, he let go. “She is sleeping,” Frank told her.   “Good. Thank you.” “Shall we go down?” Frank asked, gesturing vaguely. Lark nodded, and down they went.


Slide 73:“Oh!” lark exclaimed when they were in the main hall. “I nearly forgot, Ali—Mrs. Austen asked if she might borrow one of my books. Perhaps you would be so kind as to take it to her?” “Yes, of course.” “Thank you. If you would wait in the parlor I will fetch it from my room.”


Slide 74:Frank nodded, and watched as the redhead moved away. He sighed. When did the conversation between the two of them become so formal? He missed the days where she would challenge him, or tease him. He breathed a sigh once again, and opened the door to the aforementioned parlor.


Slide 75:He settled himself on the sofa next to a very fluffy white cat. He bowed his head. “How do you do?” The cat growled at him.


Slide 76:Frank huffed and straightened his waistcoat. "There was no need to be disagreeable.“ The cat resituated itself so as to face in the opposite direction.


Slide 77:“Ah, I see you are making friends with Mr. Fluffy Sour Puss, sir,” Lark said, smiling slightly as she came in with the book.


Slide 78:Frank stood and gave a quick bow. "I do not think he likes me all that much," he said, grinning.


Slide 79:“Yes, well, you are rather a cad,” Lark replied without thinking. “I beg your pardon, that was an awful thing to say.” “It is true, at least.” Lark looked at him and saw that his face was not teasing; It was apologetic.


Slide 80:Frank felt the sudden urge to beg forgiveness, though he hadn't spoken to Lark of their "situation" in a long time. Mostly they just pretended nothing happened, and were civil acquaintances. The time for silence was over; Reading Marian to sleep had been eye-opening, and having his daughter here without him was inexcusable. He stared into the dark blue eyes of the woman he loved so long ago, and loved still. Beating Alice's suggestion into silence in the back of his mind, Frank ran through the reasons why he and Lark could not be together before he made a fool of himself and kissed her. “Miss Lark…Lark. There is something I should like to say, and it is far overdue.” The simself placed the book on the table before speaking. Her head was still down when she whispered, “Oh?” “I must beg you to forgive me. Over the years I have acted in ways which you have judged to be harsh. But I must—”


Slide 81:“I...have judged?” Lark snapped. “That did not come out how I—” “I have judged you to be harsh. Ha, that is very amusing indeed!” She interrupted again, her voice getting louder with every word.


Slide 82:Frank's eyes were wide; Lark had always acted the perfect lady, never raising her voice at him or even intentionally showing the pain he caused her. He now understood how much of a burden that must have been, and that she must have been near to breaking for a long while. He longed to go to her, to stroke her cheek and say that all was well, but he was rather afraid of her at the moment. He watched as she came over to where he stood, and braced himself.


Slide 83:Before she spoke, Lark bent to poke at the dying fire. Frank took the opportunity to apologize. “I am sorry, I—”


Slide 84:At the sound of Frank’s voice, Lark dropped the fire poker and spun around to face him. She wore a face that would scare even the bravest soldier a little. “I will list the things I have judged to be harsh, shall I?!” “You do not—” “How dare you lead me on as you did?! When you were at university you would always talk about how I was your only true love. Of course I knew there were others, but still you assured me I was The One. And you used me! You used me to celebrate your graduation, even after you were engaged to Alice!”


Slide 85:Frank, who had been at least semi-calm while Lark ranted, began to snarl a little. “You did not have to consent! The fault was not mine alone!” “That does not absolve you! You toyed with my feelings, you made me believe you really cared about me! Perhaps I did it as a farewell!” Lark shouted, blushing immediately. “Forget that! What about all the things you kept from me?!” “What did I hide from you?"


Slide 86:“Oh, I do not know, perhaps that your father died!? I do not recall being invited to the funeral services, Frank.” Frank’s fist clenched with the sudden reminder of his father’s death. “We did not have funeral services! It was too painful for my mother, surely you can understand that!” “Very well! I'll grant you that, but what about your broken promises? You promised not to abandon me, you swore it! And you said you would be there for the birth of our child, which might I remind you, you weren't!”


Slide 87:“How was I to know when the labor would begin? Did you expect me to have spies lingering at your home, ready to ride the 5 miles back from Simdon to inform me at the slightest sign?!” “Yes! No!” Lark shouted. “I do not know, but you could have come afterword! I sent Circe to tell you, and you did not come!” “I was confused! My mother died the night before, or had you forgotten? Then there was the fact that Alice had just found out, and I made a promise to her, and—” “What about the promises to me?!” “She's my wife!” “You do not need to remind me of that, Frank Austen. I assure you I remember. How could I forget?”


Slide 88:“Lark—” “But do not let me forget the way you treated your whore and your bastard. First you ship us off to that house in town, trying to buy forgiveness, throwing money at the problem, or some nonsense. Then you simply ignore us!”


Slide 89:“Are you mad? Ignore you?! I sent letter after letter, so many that I was quite certain I'd permanently injured my right hand! I begged you to let me come visit, but you would have none of it! Plumbob forgive me, but I am happy Alice persuaded you to move back to the country. I dare say had she not become ill and you not come to care for her, I should never have met my own daughter!” Lark laughed grimly. “Yes, that was very kind of you, Frank. 'Oh, lark, come and take care of my sick wife. You know, the one I LEFT YOU FOR!’” “Now see here—”


Slide 90:“No,” Lark whispered, turning her back on the man. She walked over to the window, and stared out at the cold night; The rain had stopped. “Just leave,” Lark muttered.


Slide 91:Frank didn’t say anything, but took a few steps after her before Lark spun around. When she faced him, there were tears in her eyes. He felt a sudden tightness in his throat. Lark tried to speak. “I apologize, I should never have yelled at you. It was completely un—”


Slide 92:“Lark.” Frank said, interrupting. The simself looked down, and found his hands on her waist. When had that happened? When had he come that close? Frank’s eyes bored into Lark’s, and before he knew what was happening, he leaned in…slowly…


Slide 93:She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies;


Slide 94:And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes;


Slide 95:Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.


Slide 96:One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace


Slide 97:Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face;


Slide 98:Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.


Slide 99:And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,


Slide 100:The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent,


Slide 101:A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!


Slide 102:-----


Slide 103:Frank lifted his drowsy head from the pillow and reached out to the woman next to him. His hand stroked her warm shoulder, tracing nonsensical designs over her skin. Lark shuddered, and rolled over onto his chest.


Slide 104:Instinctually, Frank put his arm around her. Unthinkingly, he whispered into her ear, “Be mine, love. Become my mistress.”


Slide 105:The simself tore away from him immediately, and pulled herself into a sitting position. As the blood rushed to her head, she murmured, “You cannot be serious.”


Slide 106:Frank’s face turned a curious shade of magenta as he realized what he’d just said. Stupid, stupid….how could I be that stupid?! He berated himself. As Lark hastily threw on a simple chemise, Frank attempted to locate his breeches.


Slide 107:Slightly more decent than he was a moment ago, Frank walked around the bed and placed his palm on Lark's cheek. She pushed it away, gently yet firmly, and gave him a sad smile.


Slide 108:“Frank, I – I do not know what came over me,” Lark said. Of course she did know what had come over her; She hadn’t been kissed like that in almost 15 years, let alone. . . . “While that was possibly the most miraculous nights of my life, I cannot agree to – to what you just asked of me. I could not do such a thing to – that is, it would not be. . . .” Frank took Lark’s hands and squeezed softly. “You do not have to say any more. I apologize for insulting you like—” “It was not an insult, I . . .” “I should never have asked. It was my mistake,” Frank said quickly, willing the blush to leave his cheeks. “I, er…I should go.”


Slide 109:Lark watched as Frank hunted around the room for his clothing. She tried not to stare as he bent over to pick up his waistcoat, but she just couldn’t help it.


Slide 110:Fully clothed, Mr. Austen tried to speak. “I—” “Goodnight, Frank.” Frank wanted to say something, anything, to make everything alright again. He knew there was nothing, and yet he wished so much that he could see Lark happy. “Goodnight, Lark,” he answered, throwing all decorum out the window. After all, it isn’t as if we’ve been entirely proper this evening as it is, he thought wryly.


Slide 111:“Until tomorrow,” Lark whispered after him. She watched him walk down the hall, listened as his footsteps became softer and softer, and finally sighed when she heard the front door to the cottage close. She almost moved to the window to watch him walk back to the manor, but she didn’t.


Slide 112:This is all it can ever be. One night of secret embraces under the moon, never telling anyone about it. I could never agree to be his mistress, I could never do that to Alice. She is too good, she does not deserve such shame. But what of Lark? What about me, am I not good? I am a fallen woman, shunned by most of good society, for what? For loving a man I cannot have? But I could have him, if only—no. And yet…it would almost be enough, almost give me exactly what I wanted. I shall never marry and have many happy children like I wish to, but would being with the man I love in whatever way I can, raising my beautiful daughter, not be good enough for me? Of course it would. It would be enough.


Slide 113:But I cannot have it. I cannot hurt Alice any more than I already have by simply existing. -----


Slide 114:Frank arrived home quickly, but did not go inside. Instead he was drawn to his fathers grave. He stood there for quite some time, not thinking anything at all. Just abstract depression and stress, and nothing more.


Slide 115:Frank knelt down on the cold ground, absently noting that it was almost frozen enough for snow to stick. He stared at the brass and marble of his father’s headstone, sighing heavily after a long silence. “I don’t—I don’t know what to do. Please, Papa, tell me what to do,” Frank begged. He ripped a few blades of grass out and tossed them aside. “Of course you can’t tell me, you’re dead. Dead, right after telling me I cannot marry the woman I loved best. I agreed, for Mama, and then she died, leaving me all alone with the kindest wife one could ask for, but a wife I struggled to love all the same. Of course I love her now, she is a wonderful woman. If I had known the law I should have married her in a heartbeat, I think. If things were different, if I had never met Lark…but Papa, I did meet Lark. And I loved her, I love her. I do not want to give her up, I realize that now. But how can I have both of them? Alice is the mother of my sons, my heir! I love that woman, Plumbob help me. I cannot hurt her by agreeing to her nonsensical suggestion.”


Slide 116: “Lark be my mistress! Of course it would be wonderful for me, but would it not hurt my wife? Would Lark not feel used? I made a mistake tonight, Papa. I was unfaithful to Alice. But why do I feel less guilt than I should? I rashly asked Lark to be my mistress, and while I shouldn’t have, I cannot help but want it. I want her. I want Alice.” Frank bowed his head, breathing roughly, and allowed a few tears to escape. “I wish for everyone to be happy, but because of my mistakes it cannot be, not completely. And this is on my conscience.” -----


Slide 117:The following afternoon, Alice and her son Robert called on Lark and Marian. The ladies had neglected to attend the birthday party at Austen Park that morning, and it had Mrs. Austen worried. “Lark? Lark, Robbie and I have come to call...we brought you some cake. Lark? Robbie, take that to the kitchen for me, won't you?” Alice said to her son. “Yes, Mama,” the young man agreed, coughing quietly. “Lark, are you about?” Alice called again as she moved toward the stairs. Perhaps Lark is still abed, ill with something or other, she thought.


Slide 118:When Alice finally found the simself, her eyes widened in shock. . . .


Slide 119:. . . For Lark was indeed ill. Violently ill.


Slide 120:“Oh!” was all Alice could think to say. Lark stood up quickly. “Alice, I—” Mrs. Austen interrupted. “Robbie, fetch Miss Lark a glass of water.” The simself shook her head, giving her face a decidedly green tinge. “No, really I am all right.” Alice glued a smile to her face. “Nonsense. Robert, did you hear what I asked?” Robert sighed. “Yes, Mama.”


Slide 121:Alice looked at her friend with nothing but compassion. “Oh, my dear friend,” she sighed. “I am so—” “Shh, no. There will be plenty of time to talk, but first we must ensure that you are well.”


Slide 122:As Robert reentered the room with the water, he found the two women hugging. As such things usually made the young man uncomfortable, he cleared his throat and took a tentative step closer.


Slide 123:Lark took the glass and thanked him with a smile. Robert nodded. “Er, where is Marian? I suppose I ought to wish her a happy birthday.” The simself let out a short laugh. “I believe you will find her in the parlor downstairs. She abandoned me when I started, um—” “Thank you,” the blonde boy said, bowing stiffly.


Slide 124:Robert did indeed find Marian in the parlor. She was decidedly taller, that much was for certain. “Happy birthday, sister.” “Hello brother. Happy birthday,” Marian replied without looking at him.


Slide 125:“Oh! Good heavens, don’t you look handsome,” the girl said as she finally looked up. “Hn.” “Where is my mother?” “In her bed chamber, with mine. I believe there is some sort of impending awkward conversation, but I cannot fathom what for.” “Mm, we shall be here for a while then. Do sit down.”


Slide 126:“You look pale, Robert.” “Is this not always the case?” the boy drawled. “This is different. You aren’t just the fair little dove you normally are,” Marian said with an impish grin, earning her a kick in the foot. “You do not look well at all.” “Perhaps it is because your mother is very sick indeed, and I had the displeasure of witnessing…it.”


Slide 127:Marian looked up from her novel. “Oh, she is not unwell.” “No? I do not think I could be mistak—” “She is with child.” Robert’s face whitened further. “…Ah.” The redhead smirked. “Did I hear you brought cake?”


Slide 128:The ladies were seated around the fire for warmth, but they were both too preoccupied to realize that it remained unlit. Lark sat in the rocking chair, head resting on her hands, struggling to keep herself from screaming. Alice was settled on a small bench with her hands folded neatly in her lap. With her head bowed she said, “So. It is clear you are with child; I know the signs very well indeed. Am I correct in supposing my husband is the father?” Lark nodded, her small frame shaking rather fiercely. "I cannot begin to apologize enough, I am so--"


Slide 129:Alice smiled sadly. “Lark, dear, do look at me. Please.” When the simself agreed, Alice went on. “I offer you my congratulations, this is such happy news, is it not?” Lark blinked. “I—” “I confess that I thought forcing Frank to escort you home may have led to his giving in to my proposition, but I did not think that you might fall pregnant so very quickly.”


Slide 130:“Proposition?” Mrs. Austen did not directly answer the question, saying instead, “Did he make the offer, then? I dare say he did, or you would not be in this situation.” It did not take long for Lark to understand. “I cannot pretend I do not know what you mean by that. Mr. Austen did indeed ask me if I would, erm...” “Become his mistress? Yes, I thought he might. My goodness, this does account for his strange manners this morning! I wonder—”


Slide 131:“But I declined!” lark exclaimed, her head shooting up at last.   “Declined? Whatever for?” “For you! I had already done enough damage by, er...and I did not think it would be right to agree to such a thing! I did not want to insult you any further than I already had, as you have always been so very kind and—” Alice shook her head. “My dear friend, it was my idea. This is the proposition I spoke of.” “But—” “Please, hear me. There are things which need to be said, and cannot be put off any longer.” Lark's face showed her absolute incomprehension that her lover's wife had been the one to suggest the affair, but she said nothing else. “Thank you,” Alice said kindly.


Slide 132:“This is such a horrible situation for all of us. It is as if we are all three of us pawns in someone else's sick game! The world seems to be working against us, starting when Frank found that the law prevented him from marrying you. It would have been selfish for him to marry you. I do not say this to be cruel, not at all. I only mean that Frank knew his parents would have had to adopt one of their daughters' husbands, or allowed Tom to inherit the estate, and so he sacrificed his own happiness for the good of the family, and has done this repeatedly since that day. I admire him for it, and I do not blame him, but I feel guilty. I did not write the law that said he could not have you, but I took your place. I do not feel that I was meant to become Mrs. Austen of Austen Park, I feel as if that was your title.”


Slide 133:“I am an imposter, and I will never forgive myself. I am sorry that because you fell in love with the heir of an important family that society sees you as a fallen woman. It is not fair, for am I not just as bad, if not worse? I took your love away, I was always second best. But society does not see it that way. Of course I would not change things now; I love my husband, and I feel in my heart that he truly loves me as well, even if to a lesser degree. I have my sons, my daughter, my home...and I am happy as I could wish to be in such a situation. But Lark, I wish for you to be happy as well. The idea I proposed to Mr. Austen is the only way I can see that could make us all as content as we can be.”


Slide 134:Lark sensed that Alice was finished speaking, so she took her chance. “I do not see how I could agree to it. It is not what I wanted for myself! Since I was a little girl I dreamed of a husband who loved me, a house of my own, and many sons and daughters to love and care for. I wanted my own family.” “You have a family, Lark. You have Marian; You have Frank, me, Robert…we are your family now.” “I thank you, but whatever you say I shall feel like I am a thorn in your side until the day I die.”


Slide 135:“You would be incorrect in feeling such a thing. Please, let me ease some of this guilt. Agree to become his mistress,” Alice pleaded. The earnest attitude she’d felt throughout the entire conversation wavered at that last statement, but she quickly reminded herself that it was for the best, and that it was her idea. “Please.”


Slide 136:Lark let her head fall into her palm once again. Could I? Would I be happy? Lark thought of having her baby know its father, of Frank coming to visit them all at any time, dropping in at a moments notice. She thought of Frank in her bed, stroking her hair as she went to sleep… I would be happy. Not completely, but it would be enough. I am already a fallen woman in the eyes of Simland’s first circles, what more have I to lose? I could be content. “Yes,” Lark said. “Yes, I will.”


Slide 137:Alice beamed. “Excellent! Now all we must do is arrange for your relocation to the manor!”


Slide 138:“Live with you! Surely, you cannot mean— Is not my being his—are your other sacrifices not enough? To have me living in your house, would it not be torture?”


Slide 139:Alice was shocked. “No indeed! I should like nothing better than to have our children growing up together, and I would very much like to have you close.”


Slide 140:“I live a tenth of a mile away, if that!” Alice and Lark shared a look, and laughed. “Well I do,” Lark added.


Slide 141:“Mr. Austen fancies he shall renovate our home, and intends to add several rooms to it.  A new suite will soon sit opposite Franks room, and you are welcome to it.  If you wish it, of course.” “What about you?” “I have grown to love the bedchamber I now inhabit.  It suits me.” “I see.” “Regrettably, until the building is complete, the only place I may offer you is the vacant servants quarters near the kitchen. I do assure you it is a most comfortable room, however. Quite warm. Marian shall have to share with Bella, though I am sure they will enjoy it.”


Slide 142:Lark coughed, hiding a her amusement at such a suggestion. “What is to become of the cottage, pray?”


Slide 143:“Oh! I do not know, most likely what became of your house in town. I will employ a suitable housekeeper or steward, perhaps someone to tend to the garden. I know Marian is destined to inherit the Simdon house, but perhaps...if you were to have a son...” Alice bit her lip and breathed deeply, her chest shaking with the effort to not cry.


Slide 144:Lark stood abruptly and moved to place a hand on her friend's shoulder. “Thank you for your kindness, my dear friend. I accept your offer, but let us not speak of it anymore. Come, I dare say a nice cup of tea would do both of us good.” -----


Slide 145:It was not long after that fateful conversation that Lark and Marian arrived at Austen Park in the snow, ready to move in. “Welcome! Oh, I am so glad to see you both! Frank, er…well he is not in at the moment. I believe he went to town on business early this morning, so at least we have time to get you settled before he comes home and finds out!” Lark frowned. “Finds out? Alice, please tell me you informed—” “Hm? Oh do come in, it is positively frigid!”


Slide 146:Lark rolled her eyes at Alice’s methods, but agreed that the weather was far too dismal to argue in. As she and Marian went in, Alice looked around and found that something was missing. “Dear, where is Mr. Fluffy Sour Puss?” she inquired. “I thought we agreed that you should bring him with you.” “Who is Mr. Fluffy Whatsit?” Robert asked rudely as he joined the ladies in the main hall. “Our cat,” Marian answered, grinning. “I named him.”


Slide 147:Lark shrugged. “Oh. Yes, well...he's run off again. You know how he is, of course. I have asked our steward to keep an eye out for him.” Alice raised an eyebrow. “Steward? I did not know you had found one, I had planned on interviewing potential candidates this aft—” “Cee found one for us,” Lark muttered. “Oh yes?”


Slide 148:“Good bye, Mr. Surilie! Thank you so much for agreeing to stay at the cottage for a while, it is very kind of you,” Cee had said cheerfully. “Ungh...welcome.” “We shall never get the smell out of the house now...” Marian had grumbled from the back seat.


Slide 149:“That is very good indeed, yes. Saves me the trouble!” “Are you not worried that Mr. Surilie and his son are staying in your cottage?” “No…no, why? Should I be concerned? Cee, or Mrs. Simself I should say, told me that he suffered a terrible accident, followed by a horrible illness. Apparently the combination accounts for his odd change in complexion, and for a rather unfortunate case of memory loss. I am told he is harmless, Lark.” “I suppose, er…it is only the, erm…well such people have rather pungent odors.” “Such people? I dare say he—”


Slide 150:Alice was interrupted by an angelic little “heh-hem” coming from the staircase. Before she reached the foot of the stairs, Isabella was complaining. She said, “Mama, Henry took my silver mirror and I demand you tell—Oh!” The little girl stopped in her tracks, and forced herself into a quick curtsey. “Miss Lark, Miss Marian….” “Miss Austen,” the simself and her daughter said in unison, bowing their heads politely. “What are you doing here?” Miss Austen asked with a sharpness of tone that was not there a second prior.


Slide 151:“Isabella Knightley Austen, you apologize at once!” Alice demanded, shocked. Isabella folded herself into a quick curtsey. “I apologize, do forgive my rudeness,” she said to Lark and Marian. Turning back to her mother she asked, “But why are they here, Mama?” “Bella, sweetheart, I told you and your brothers this morning. Miss Lark and Miss Marian shall be staying with us from now on.” “I thought that was a joke.” Robert laughed in the background. “That would explain the lack of whining! I had wondered about that.” Alice sighed, but otherwise ignored her children. She motioned for the group to follow her and muttered, “I shall show you your rooms, yes?”


Slide 152:The ladies and Robert descended the stairs to the ground floor. They walked down the hall, passed the kitchen, and stopped at a door nobody had paid any attention to until then. “Now Lark, remember what I told you. Mr. Austen is working on an addition to the house, so you should not have to stay here long.” “Yes I know, and I do not mind. It is not so very much different from what I had at the cottage,” Lark replied, grinning.


Slide 153:Isabella smiled happily. “Yes I should think you will be quite comfortable in the vacant servants quarters. They are quite cozy, and near the kitchen which I am certain you shall be pleased with.” Marian glared at her sister. Either the little girl was insinuating that her mother was a lowly person, or that she liked food too much (possibly both), and it wasn't exactly the sort of thing Marian Austen put up with. “Dear Miss Austen,” she said icily, “Whatever do you mean by that? Surely that my mother and I are not so interested in useless finery as you, and are therefore infinitely more humble?”


Slide 154:Robert, Lark, and Alice knew not what to say as they watched the girls. They were clearly going to have a problem. Marian turned to face the others, unconsciously still wearing a scowl. “Where shall I be sleeping?” she inquired. Alice gave a nervous laugh, and Lark shook her head.


Slide 155:The party went up two flights of stairs and found themselves in a very purple room. “This is lovely,” Lark declared. “This room was built for my husbands sisters, Mrs. Howard and Mrs. Haggerty. It was mine when we were first married, but now it is Isabella’s,” Alice explained. “And yours, Marian,” she added.


Slide 156:…


Slide 157:“The bedchamber is there,” Robert said, pointing at double doors. “I believe there is only one bed at present.” He grinned in anticipation of Bella’s reaction. “I have to share my room and my bed?!” Marian scoffed. “I promise you, sister, I am not in love with the idea myself.” The girls once again shared a glare. Lark whispered in Alice’s ear, “Yes, I think you were right. They’re going to enjoy this greatly.” Alice giggled quietly. “You are wicked! Come,” she said louder, “Let us go down and play cards! It will be marvelous to have someone to actually play with now; Robert cheats and Frank always lets me win.”


Slide 158:Several minutes later, the elder ladies and Robert were deep into their game of whist. Isabella had declined when they asked her to join, preferring to go off and sulk on her own. “Ha, I win again!” Robert said happily. He started laughing, but was overcome by coughing as he pulled the chips toward him. Upon noticing Alice’s worried look he said, “Mama, do not worry yourself. It is a cold. People get colds, you know.” “Yes, I do know that, my boy. It is just that you are just so very pale! Your father was never this pale, Mrs. Howard tells me.”


Slide 159:“Ooh!” Lark exclaimed, standing up swiftly. Robert and his mother continued their conversation regardless. “Did you not stop to think that perhaps I inherited your fair skin?” Robert demanded Alice shook her head. “That cannot be it, no indeed.” “Ah!” Lark exclaimed again, grasping her stomach. The card players finally looked up. Alice was about to ask if it was the baby moving about, when the door to the drawing room opened.


Slide 160:Frank strode in briskly, brushing lingering snowflakes from his hair. “I am returned! I say, the roads were absolutely dreadful this aft—” He froze, and stared at the woman standing across the room.


Slide 161:“Hello, Frank.” -----


Slide 162:And so concludes final installment of Chapter 4.5 - The Duchess. A meta shall follow on my LJ shortly and while it is not required reading, it is definitely recommended. I’m hoping it will clear up any issues with culture shock and such. Also, I hope you all enjoyed this! I won’t say it was fun as it made me go to horrible emotional places for my characters, and it was very stressful…BUT! I am happy to be done, and I am pleased with the final product. I am optimistic that you are too, even if it’s just for the pretty pictures. Coming soon… How are the children of Frank’s many siblings fairing as they grow older and begin their education? How are we going to get them all married? Find out next time in… A Regacy Interlude: Emma


Slide 163:Credits: Lord Byron, for his poem “She Walks in Beauty” Marina, Rose, Katy, Lauri, Jamie, Orikes, and others (you know who you are), for listening to me whine, for letting me bounce ideas off you, for the use of words such as MAGENTA, and for just being generally awesome. Lark, for the use of her simself, for being just as generally awesome as the above, and for much, much more help than I ever deserved. The CC creators at Club Crimsyn, All-About-Style, MTS, Sims Design Avenue, and many other places, for the use of their awesome content, without which my pictures would be a lot less pretty. (And yes, Lark likes to set fires. I think she might be a pyromaniac.)