In Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, following the disastrous proposal at Hunsford, Darcy must decide what he will do. April 9, 1812 Darcy stalked from the parsonage so quickly the housekeeper barely opened the front door in time. The spleen of that woman! The unmitigated impertinence of her! She painted him a villain…a vulgar villain! He mounted his horse and turned away from Rosings. That was without doubt the last place he wanted to be. … Continue reading →
A Jane Austen Mashup Short Story. What happens when Emma meets Persuasion and Pride and Prejudice? Courtships of course! What madness had seized the weather? Richard Fitzwilliam pulled the scarf a little tighter around his neck. The howling winds battered the coach on the short ride from Highbury to Hartfield. The Darcy carriage was as snug and warm as such a vehicle might be in a freak blizzard. Still, memories of frigid nights spent … Continue reading →
Perhaps Mrs. Bennet isn’t always so nervous and silly. August 19, 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 to come downstairs once again the day before yesterday. Could she not afford him just one more evening of peace? “Come.” She bustled … Continue reading →
Mr. Darcy has left the company of Charles Bingley and contemplates the approach of Twelfth Night in his London town house. January 5, 1812. The afternoon sunlight tumbled through the windows, laying a neatly ordered path of light through his study, illuminating everything the way he best liked. Even the well-arranged room could not soothe his soul. Darcy paced across the front of his desk, eyes never leaving the taunting bit of stationary. Lady Matlock’s elegant hand … Continue reading →
Mr. Bingley and his party have left Netherfield. Jane has gone to London with the Gardiners, but Mr. Bennet is determined to observe his New Year’s customs as usual. They all hope for a propitious first footer. December 31, 1811. “Hurry along now, hurry along.” Papa ushered Kitty and Lydia ahead of him as he trudged down the stairs and into the parlor, exactly the same as he had done last year and the year … Continue reading →
