The Extensive Musings of Mr. Collins on the Occasion of his Cousin’s Wedding November, 14, 1812 Breakfast should have been a quiet affair, but it seemed few meals were at Lucas Lodge. Mr. Collins squeezed his temples. So much banal chatter soured his stomach and ruined his appetite. Mrs. Collins’s brothers brought reports on new …
A Sisterly Talk Before the Wedding November 12, 1812 The evening turned cold and the family retreated upstairs somewhat earlier than usual. Elizabeth and Jane withdrew to Jane’s room. A warm fire crackled in the fireplace, and they sat together on the bed heaped high with pillows. Elizabeth removed the pins from Jane’s hair and …
Darcy Talks to Mr. Bennet October 7, 1812 Darcy paced the Netherfield library. The fool room was far too short and the threadbare carpet muffled what should have been a satisfying thud from his boots. He had faced many intimidating men in his life. Men more educated them himself; men wealthier; men more powerful. None …
The Wickhams Depart Longbourn September 10, 1812 Elizabeth stood with the rest of the family on Longbourn’s front steps. The sun hung high in the cloudless sky, teasing with vague warmth, as Lydia waved her final goodbyes. She edged back to allow Mama and Kitty better vantage. The ten days of the Wickhams’ visit could …
Mrs. Bennet can be very persuasive. August 18, 1812 Mrs. Bennet’s unique rap sounded at the study door just an hour after dinner. Mr. Bennet leaned his head back into the soft wing back. Even if it was expected, he did not relish the call. She had only begun coming downstairs once again the day …
Just how far has news of their misfortune spread? August 16, 1812 Elizabeth looked and Jane, and Jane returned the glance with a tight and weary smile. The narrow vestibule was far too quiet for comfort. An eerie hush had settled over Longbourn since the initial news of Lydia had arrived, punctuated only by moments …
Mr. Darcy recovers from Twelfth Night. January 7, 1812 Late morning sun bled in through the window, forcing his eyes open. What the blazed had happened last night? He probably would not feel worse if he had been run over by a carriage. Darcy blinked rheumy eyes, head throbbing, stomach protesting like a rioting mob …
Mr. Darcy contemplates the approach of Twelfth Night in his London townhouse. January 5, 1812 Twelfth Night, it was nearly Twelfth Night. Blast and botheration—it was nearly Twelfth Night, and there was not a bloody thing to be done about it. The afternoon sunlight tumbled through the windows, laying a neatly ordered path of …
Foretelling the new year does not go as expected December 31, 1811 When Mr. Bingley and his party left Netherfield, a grey cloud settled over the neighborhood, rendering the society dull and dreary. Now that Jane had gone to London with the Gardiner’s, the same somber mood seemed to permeate the halls of Longbourn. Though …
Holiday socializing takes its toll on Darcy December 26, 1811 Darcy fought his luxurious sheets, blankets and counterpane as he tossed and turned on the high, four poster bed of his chambers at Darcy House. His London abode was quite as comfortable as Pemberley, and there was no good reason for his disquiet. No good …
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