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, …
How Can a Girl of 16 Survive When Not Admired? July 18, 1812 It had been a month since Lydia Bennet’s sixteenth birthday, and she had been nothing but disappointed—no offers of marriage, no late night rendezvous with handsome officers, and only two kisses from anyone of worth. And even then, Denny’s breath had tasted …
Her brother’s efforts to battle through the pain of heartbreak weigh heavily on Georgiana’s mind. Is there anything she could do to help him? June 26, 1812 “Another cup of tea, Brother?” Georgiana’s quiet question was met with a faint start and a swift, “I beg your pardon?” which served to confirm what she …
What led the Gardiners to choose Derbyshire instead of the Lake District for their summer travels with Elizabeth?
Wild with excitement, Lydia enters Brighton. May 21, 1812 Early on a bright morning in late May, a gay party left Meryton: the girls, Lydia and Mrs. Forster, with the latter’s little maid, traveled all day in Colonel Forster’s chaise, driven by a coachman, as the colonel rode with the regiment. By three o’clock they …
Going to Derbyshire? How can she without thinking of Mr. Darcy? May 20th, 1812 Derbyshire. That one word brought it all flooding back to my mind, all that I had so studiously endeavored to put from it. My heart had been set on seeing The Lakes, but my aunt’s letter two weeks ago not only put an …
Do his charms still work on Elizabeth? May 18th, 1812 He was by no means discouraged. Mary King may have slipped through his fingers, but what did it matter? There were plenty more fish in the sea. And after all, it would have been selling himself pretty cheap to settle for a freckled face with …
Colonel Fitzwilliam talks some sense into his cousin… April 11, 1812 “Darcy, that is the tenth time you have sighed tonight. I insist you tell me what has you so out of sorts!” cried Colonel Fitzwilliam as he stirred the fire in the library. “I am not out of sorts,” grumbled his cousin. Fitzwilliam …
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