Wentworth thanks Mrs. Smith in the best way he can. Anne sat in the parlor of her very own house in Bath. How much friendlier, if less well-appointed, it was than Camden Place. Even without the finest appointments, or perhaps because of it, the place felt like home in a way nowhere ever had. She might direct the servants—and the budget—as she pleased. There was comfortable moderation and economy in her home. That did not … Continue reading →
Of Harriet Smith, Jane Austen said: “She would be placed in the midst of those who loved her… retired enough for safety, and occupied enough for cheerfulness. She would be never led into temptation, nor left for it to find her out. She would be respectable and happy… the luckiest creature in the world to have created so steady and persevering an affection in such a man.” What happened afterwards? Rain pelted the window even … Continue reading →
Unexpected news from Lyme buoys Wentworth’s spirits. Wentworth sat upon his brother’s horse, surveying the countryside on a very fine morning. At one time, he had been a decent horseman. But years at sea took their toll and his seat had suffered. Thankfully, he had not acquired Admiral Croft’s reputation as a terrible driver. That last tumble had damaged both his reputation and his curricle almost, but not quite, beyond repair. It was a wonder Sophy was … Continue reading →
Anne suddenly understands her own mind. Anne fastened her spencer and tied her bonnet strings. Strange sensations threatened to overwhelm her and if she did not get outside into the fresh air quickly she might be overcome. The butler opened the door for her, inquiring if she might require a chair. She shook her head and hurried out before anyone could inquire as to her destination. What a very strange conversation she had shared with Lady Russell. … Continue reading →
Anne has learnt from a visit with her former governess that an old schoolfellow is currently residing in Bath. Anne pressed her temples and winced. Elizabeth and Father were in rare form today, both unleashing their well-developed Elliot tempers upon their personal servants. Father demanded his valet press his shirt a third time—his ruffles must be flawless. Elizabeth shrieked at her lady’s maid for what could only be intentional neglect of attention to Elizabeth’s … Continue reading →
