The Bennets have just visited Netherfield and Lydia has named the day of the ball. Now it is up to Caroline to plan a ball. 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 … Continue reading →
Just how did Mr. Darcy ask of Elizabeth’s hand from 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 ever caused him a moment’s anxiety. So why should an insignificant country gentlemen … Continue reading →
What to the Wickhams leave in their wake when the depart for Newcastle? September 10, 1812 Elizabeth stood with the rest of the family on Longbourn’s front steps. The sun hung high in the sky as Lydia waved her final goodbyes. She edged back to allow Mama and Kitty better vantage. The ten days of their visit could not have gone more slowly, and the final three had been the longest of all. Especially this … Continue reading →
Jane and Elizabeth learn how Meryton feels about Lydia’s departure from Brighton. August 16, 1812 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 of Mama’s nervous episodes. How nice it would be to be able to hide in her room, away from the work of the house, and indulge in unconstrained sensibility. But someone had … Continue reading →
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 →
