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 →
The Sunday before the Netherfield Ball was Stir it up Sunday, the day Christmas puddings were traditionally made. Mr. Collins makes it a bit interesting this year. November 24, 1811 Papa paced along his favorite track in the parlor, back and forth in front of the fireplace whilst the rest of the family assembled there before church. “Mrs. Bennet, we await your presence.” He stared at the doorway as though that might bring her in … Continue reading →
The Philips host a party. Some find the company more agreeable than others. A classic scene from Pride and Prejudice, through the eyes of Charlotte Lucas. November 20, 1811 “Thank you so much for inviting us.” Lady Lucas kissed Mrs. Phillips’ cheeks. Charlotte turned away. It was always uncomfortable watching Mama express more warmth than she actually felt. “It is always a pleasure to host your distinguished husband and your lovely daughters.” Mrs. Philips … Continue reading →
The honeymoon comes to a close and the real work of being Mrs. Darcy begins. Elizabeth checked her hair in the looking glass and straightened her dress for the third time. There was no reason for such anxiety, none at all. It was not as if she were going to be presented at court. In many ways, though, that would be far less demanding. At court, she would only have to make her curtsey and … Continue reading →
What might Mr. Bennet be thinking about losing two daughters at once? Thomas Bennet was not by his nature a reflective man. Reflection tended to bring on discomfort and discontent, neither of which he favored. But his house—and his life—were in disarray on the cusp of his daughters’ weddings and a little reflection could hardly make his discomfiture worse. He picked his way around the trunks and boxes piled in the hall way. It was … Continue reading →
