As I pondered what to write about for our theme this month, I came across this from Jane Austen’s book Emma. It is Mr. Knightly speaking to Emma and her father about being introduced to Mr. Elton: “With a great deal of pleasure, sir, at any time,” said Mr. Knightley, laughing, “and I agree with you …
I’m so excited to share news of two Jane Austen events that I’m taking part in. I’ll be celebrating all things Austen with the Jane Austen Midlands Society on 17th March in Staffordshire. This event is open to non-members and I’ll be chatting all about Jane Austen and the King of Bling, whilst the fabulous John …
After a splendid autumn bringing our show, An Evening with Jane Austen, to audiences at Bath, Stamford and Kenwood House, there is one stop remaining on our mini-tour of the south. With a cast headed by Adrian Lukis, better known to some as the roguish Mr Wickham, An Evening with Jane Austen will call at …
As readers probably already know, I’m fortunate enough to work alongside Adrian Lukis, better known to some as the notorious Mr Wickham, on his marvellous theatrical extravaganza, An Evening with Jane Austen. This Autumn, the show is embarking on a mini-tour of Southern England, as we would love to see you there. Click here for tickets …
Howling winds buffeted Elizabeth Elliot’s window and shattered away the last vestiges of sleep. She pressed her head into the pillow and stared up into the bed curtains. Had last night actually happened? Yes it had. Colonel Fitzwilliam, second son of the Earl of Matlock had sat with her half the night. Perhaps he was …
Elizabeth pulled her shoulders back and lifted her chin. No one would have the satisfaction of seeing her walk with anything less than perfect dignity. Still, it was humiliating that the highest ranking woman, the baronet’s daughter, should have to follow the married women out of the room. Mrs. Knightley seemed artless enough, not up …
Merry Christmas, everybody! Jack Caldwell here. It will surprise those of you not from the Bayou State that it can get cold in Louisiana. Not that nine-below-zero-fifteen-below-wind chill cold that hits the Great Plains and Upper Midwest with some frequency. No; what we get is that thirty-eight-with-wind-and-rain that feels like it’s below zero. The cold …
Elizabeth Elliot’s maid secured a final curl with a pin and tucked a bit of ribbon into her coiffure. “Is this what you wanted?” Elizabeth examined her profile in the mirror and patted her hair. “Yes, yes, that is very good.” “Will there be anything else, madam? Your wool shawl perhaps?” She tucked the shawl …
Elizabeth Elliot snuck a glance at her father. His forehead was creased and his lips pressed into a very distinct expression that only meant one thing: disgust. Proximity to the old and infirm brought it out and he no longer bothered to hide it. He used to, before they took residence in Bath. But there …
Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam pulled the scarf a little tighter around his neck as howling winds battered the coach. What madness had seized the weather? Snow was unusual enough, but a storm such as this? Who would have expected it? Certainly not his cousin Darcy. Careful and meticulous as he was, he would never have set …
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