Charles Bingley makes a promise which Caroline must now fulfill–planning the Netherfield Ball. Part 1 Nov 14, 1811 The garish Bennet women finally trundled out of Netherfield’s parlor. Not a moment too soon.  Caroline pressed her eyes with thumb and forefinger. They had already overstayed their allotted quarter hour by that much again. How much trouble had that wrought? What disaster might ensue if they stayed any longer? Pray they not choose to call again. … Continue reading →