“Darcy! Oh, Darcy!” shrieked Lydia to his back, as he made his way out of the box. “Don’t go! Wickham has left his box and I swear he is coming around here. He really is! I hope he gets here before the plaguey curtain goes up again. Oh, has he got a woman with him? …
As the golden song faded with the end of the first act and the curtain was drawn, Lydia sprawled along the velvet railing of the box, crushing her bosom against it. “Lizzy,” she said pettishly, “That girl is no prettier than I am, and she squeals too high when she sings.” Elizabeth was surprised. “Why, …
Mr. Collins stood awkwardly in the middle of Lord Byron’s box at the Teatro de Fenice, arms akimbo, looking very much how he felt, like a fish out of water. “I declare! This is very fine, to be sure, to be in a box at the opera, but I do not know if it will …
Lord Byron sent over a note to say that he had ordered tickets for the opera at Teatro la Fenice for the whole party. Contessa Guiccioli had already arrived and was in residence, and they would travel in the two gondolas, Byron’s own and Mr. Darcy’s. “I long to see her,” enthused Lydia as they …
Lady Catherine’s solution to the Elizabeth problem: To tell Darcy that the girl is determined to marry him. October 2, 1812 Lady Catherine de Bourgh sat very straight in her seat in the chaise. Her always formidable mouth was compressed into an angry, thin line, and there were patchy spots of red on her cheeks. …
No wedding clothes for Lydia… August 31, 1812 Mrs. Gardiner entered her husband’s study quietly and glided across the room. Kissing him on the cheek, she pulled a chair up beside him and sat down. To her dismay, he looked even more tired and distracted than he had been for the past few weeks. “Thank …
Nobody spoke for a moment. At the sight of Mr. Collins standing in the doorway of Lord Byron’s apartments at the Palazzo Mocenigo, the persons assembled wore expressions ranging from surprise, horror, and pained disdain; but no one looked at all happy. Mr. Collins, who seemed the least distressed, was the first to speak. “Lady …
Lydia completely fails to repent before her wedding… August 8, 1812 It was after breakfast that Mr. Gardiner was called away to consult with his man of business, Mr. Stone, and Lydia was wild with fear that he would take so long, that they would not reach St. Clement’s by eleven o’clock, when the wedding …
Mr. Wickham makes the town too hot to hold him… July 29, 1812 About a month after Lydia’s removal to Brighton, Mr. Wickham sauntered into a handsome suite attached to the Prince Regent’s palatial quarters in Marine Parade. It was not where a young officer of a common militia regiment might expect to be admitted, …
“Papa! Papa!” shrieked Allegra. The pretty little three year old girl, her father’s dimple in her chin and with sparkling eyes, propelled herself into Lord Byron’s arms. “Gently, gently, mia cara. What? You are pleased to see Papa again? But you know I said you should.” “Will you stay with me this time, Papa?” “We …
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