Mr. Darcy Goes Overboard by Belinda Roberts Read Free Book Online

were not with him and something was going on which he was not really party to.
    Ahead, there was a great deal of noise--shouting, laughing, and rather unnervingly for Mr Collins, splashing. He soon became aware that the queue was moving slowly but undeniably towards the edge of the water, but he still could not quite make out what was going on.
    Suddenly and to his horror, he saw that Lydia was pulling off her strappy top, which he had already considered immodest, and then worse, peeling off her excessively short skirt, and the rest of her sisters were following suit, even Lizzy, the object of his affections. The five girls now stood before him, all in the skimpiest of bikinis, apart from Jane, who still had plaster on arms and legs, and Mary, who wore a more modest all-in-one swimsuit and was now tucking her short hair into an unbearably tight-fitting bathing cap.
    'Come along, Mr Collins,' cried Kitty, laughing. 'Get your kit off!'
    'I will most certainly not! What would Lady Catherine think?'
    'Oh hurry up!' said Lydia impatiently, and she grabbed at Mr Collins's shorts. Before he knew it, he was standing in his Y-fronts, shivering on the quayside.
    'I say! This is outrageous! Give me back my clothes!'
    'Too late. It's your go!' cried Kitty in delight.
    Mr Collins found himself now at the front of the queue and before him a long pole, about the width of a telegraph pole, was extended horizontally out over the water. At the end of the extrusion, which was greased for extra slipperiness, to his amazement sat Lydia, practically naked, laughing and shrieking. On the safe land side, a jolly middle-aged woman, fully dressed, ushered Mr Collins onto the pole.
    'Off you go. See if you can knock the young lady off!'
    The true horror of the situation now unfolded to the unhappy clergyman. About one hundred people stood lining the quayside. About fifty more were bobbing around in the water. With great caution, Mr Collins sat down on the pole, legs dangling each side, and edged his flabby white body along and out over the sea.
    'Oh my! Oh my!' he muttered involuntarily, finding the constant lurching forward exceedingly uncomfortable and more than a little painful.
    'Come on!' shrieked Lydia.
    After several agonising minutes, during which he nearly lost his balance several times, Mr Collins found himself face-to-face with Lydia.
    'On your marks, get set, go!' commanded the woman from the safety of the bank.
    Lydia swung her right arm at Mr Collins, who by chance sneezed, and in doing so, ducked. Lydia was caught off-balance and, with a shriek, fell into the sea. Mr Collins was the victor! A cheer went up from the spectators. It was all over so quickly.
    'Turn around!' came the command from the shore.
    With colossal difficulty, Mr Collins heaved his ungainly body around to face back to shore. Once round, he looked up and saw Lizzy herself, the object of his affections, edging towards him along the pole, delightful in her blue polka-dot bikini.
    'Oh, my Lord,' breathed Collins. 'Oh my! Oh my!'
    Lizzy got closer and closer.
    'On your marks, get set, go!' commanded the woman from the side once more.
    With pudgy fingers, Mr Collins grabbed hold of Lizzy's arms and she his, trying to push him into the sea, so for a moment or two they rocked from side to side until suddenly all balance was lost and they fell, still locked in each other's arms, into the salty waters.
    They rose spluttering, Mr Collins gasping for breath, Lizzy almost drowning in her hilarity. Along the bank, a cheer and roar of laughter went up from the spectators, only superseded by an even greater cheer and roar of laughter as a pair of Y-fronts was, a few moments later, seen floating on the surface.

Chapter 14
    Later that evening, during dinner with the family, Mr Collins attempted to regain his dignity and personal sense of importance. He began by directing his first remarks in a suitably formal manner to Mr Bennet.
    'Mr Bennet, I do not presume to come to this thy table