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Without Pride Or Prejudice.doc (238 KB) Pobierz Without Pride Or Prejudice -- Section I By Dawn R. Section I, Next Section Part 1 Posted on Monday, 19-Oct-98 The Austen household was alive with activity. One of their own was returning home after six long weeks. Although it would not be entirely accurate to say Elizabeth Bennet lived there, she did occupy Elizabeth's room eight out of twelve months last year. Jane Bennet, her elder sister, married Dr. Andrew Austen three years previously. After the wedding ceremony, Jane and Andrew went forth to Austen House, Dr. Austen's family home in London. There they took up residence with Andrew's father, Mr. Edward Austen. All agreed Dr. Austen would pursue his medical practice in the impoverished districts of that fine town, without charge to his would-be patients. Whereas many people had their doubts of the propriety of such an activity, Mr. Austen gave his full support to his son's endeavor. Mr. Austen was considered a progressive by many of his fellow men. He held social status and class discrimination in low esteem, valuing merit and personal attributes above individual wealth and birthright. As a man not prone to discount the plight of the poor, Mr. Austen took great care of the men and women who worked in his service, referring to them as "attendants", not what he considered the degrading term of "servants". Of course, he could afford to be charitable in his opinions as well as his finances, for he was a wealthy man who could want for nothing material. The only aspect of his life he would consider lacking was in family members to share his generous nature with. When Andrew married Jane, she brought a large, diverse group of people into their small circle. For the most part, it could be said Mr. Austen enjoyed his inherited relatives. As in most extended families, there are always an individual or two who attempt to spoil the harmony between others, whether it be motivated by spite, greed, jealousy, or simple ignorance. His daughter-in-law's family was no exception. Over time, Mr. Austen took instruction (by watching Jane) on the fine art of ignoring the "spoilers" and guiding conversations to leave no opening for a display of bad behavior. He constructed a sport out of this new activity, mentally keeping score on how many times he washed over a nasty comment, or changed a subject matter without being obvious. Mr. Austen's tendency to derive felicity from life was a great source of enjoyment to his family and friends; it was often commented "a visit to Austen House would elevate one's spirit". Rarely did a day go by when there were not callers eager to visit with any of the three fashionable Austens. When Elizabeth Bennet was in residence, the numbers of callers (particularly single gentlemen who may or may not be searching for a wife) noticeably increased. She had once been described as possessing an air of dignity, uncomplicated by conceit and pettiness, but with just enough independent thought to make her interesting and fresh. When combined with her pretty face and abundance of wit, she stood a good chance of being looked upon with a friendly eye. Also noted in her representation, although more men considered it as a challenge than not, was that no man had yet won her heart. Her lack of a proper dowry did keep many would-be suitors away, but the independent gentlemen who not need concern themselves with bettering their financial position through marriage came to inspect this woman. Elizabeth took her celebrity in stride. She did not find it distasteful, for who in her position could? Rather, she received great diversion from the young men and what she called their "quest for a wife". She understood the matrimony process well enough to apprehend that she would be saving them all a great deal of time if she were put in a display case and sat out in front of the house. Eager gentlemen could then simply pass by and judge her, saving them all the inconvenience of polite conversation in the parlor. Of course, she reasoned that it would get rather hot and tiring standing outside all morning, surrounded by glass. Not to mention that a chair to sit on would simply be improper! This was Elizabeth's attitude, and it kept her from taking the attention too seriously. She had yet to find a man enter into Austen House who could possibly tempt her. It was not as if her expectations were too lofty and unapproachable, but she would never consider entering into the married state without the deepest love. Elizabeth had the advantage of observing her sister's marriage, and she used it as a comparison point, right or wrong, on which to base her standards. Jane and Andrew were the happiest of couples. Their intimacy was of the best sort for it was based on mutual respect and admiration. Even in the most content of marriages, there would always be tensions and misunderstandings, but the Austens vowed to resolve such difficulties as soon as they arose. Their union proved to Elizabeth marital bliss could exist, despite what she had observed from her own parents, and she was determined to never settle for less. Elizabeth was a confident woman who took a great deal of care in forming her opinions, but she was not infallible. There were times when her judgment was proven wrong, most often at great expense to her ego. A gentleman had affected her once and only once, but she realized his true nature before it was too late. Mr. Ian Dobbs came to call last year in September. An Irish gentleman of noble decent, he appeared all that was genteel and handsome. His personal fortune was estimated at 8,000 a year, although it possibly could have been more. He presented himself well, wooing Elizabeth and the Austen family with unaffectedness and elegance. If it was not for his love of brandy, he may have succeeded in gaining a wife. Fate was not working for Mr. Dobbs's though, and after consuming a wee bit too much one night during cards, his other side was unveiled. Mr. Dobbs was a belligerent drunk, cross and barbarous. Two days after the brandy episode, he returned to apologize to the family. Being good Christians, they accepted his apology with forgiveness. It was at this point where Mr. Dobbs may have confused forgiveness with forgetfulness, because he went about asking for Elizabeth's hand not five minutes afterward. Needless to say, he was promptly turned down and ushered from the house. The amount of time Elizabeth spent at Austen House grew with each visit. Jane, in unison with husband and father-in-law, enjoyed her company and had grown to depend on it. To them, Elizabeth was as much a part of the family as they were. The event of last year made Elizabeth uncomfortable in her mother's presence, for Mrs. Bennet was informed of the refusal of Mr. Dobbs and voiced her displeasure over it often. This being the situation at home, Elizabeth sought the refuge her Austen family afforded. It was not simply for a bed to sleep in, but for the people who resided in the house. She had grown quite relaxed in her London surroundings; it nurtured her need for a loving, stimulating environment. Here she was free to express herself -- within reason. The exposure to clever, philosophical people aided in expanding her understanding of the world. She now realized she could never go back to being the naive country girl she had once been. The carriage delivering her from Longbourn to London reached the outskirts of town. She felt the tension of the prior six weeks leave her. Gone were the hurt feelings, the frustration, and dread of being away another day. Elizabeth Bennet was almost home. Part 2 Posted on Tuesday, 20-Oct-98 The Austen men were gathered in the parlor with their guests. Mr. Austen or "Papa Austen" as he preferred to be called by family, was pacing the room, paying little attention to the other gentlemen. Every few minutes he would peek out the window, believing he heard a carriage pull up, only to find none. The anxiety of having Elizabeth traveling through the streets of London at this busy hour was wearing on his patience. He worried after her as if she were his own child. In fact, in his mind, she was like a daughter. Her disposition matched his more closely than his son's. Andrew was a compliant man, always seeking harmony, while Mr. Austen and Elizabeth would rather spend their time arguing over the definition of harmony. Mr. Austen was fiercely proud of his son. Andrew was an honorable man, who had found the perfect balance of heart and mind to lead him through life. He had thought Andrew might someday have been lead to missionary work and now he was doing just that, safely in London as opposed to a far away country. Instead of spreading the Gospel, he was healing the bodies of the poor. After working the slums for the past two years, Andrew saw a need for more than medicine and bandages. Improper nutrition and hygiene, lack of essential clothing and supplies were common denominators in the households he visited. Andrew knew if he could supply these items to the neediest of people, their constitution would improve greatly. He was determined to raise funds for this mission. Many wealthy connections he had, what he lacked was advice on the best way to go about asking for donations. Charity was foreign to many in his circle; most people voiced the opinion that the destitute were simply too stupid to better themselves, so why give them the means to live longer? Defeating inherited prejudice was more difficult than Andrew had expected, hence the reason he called upon a few old friends today to seek their guidance. Andrew had hoped his father, being the eloquently persuasive speaker he was, would help him in stating his plan. Andrew could not avoid noticing his father's lack of attention this morning. He decided it would be best to explain what had his father's attention, so the others in the room would not think it was based on indifference to his cause. "My wife's sister is arriving today, and Father is impatient for her return." Andrew turned to his father and smiled broadly. "How late is she, Father?" he asked in a playful tone. Mr. Austen looked at the clock on the mantel and frowned. "Ten minutes!" He replied as he went back to the window. Andrew turned back to his guests. "She is ten minutes late gentlemen," he teased. Whenever someone he cared about was late, Mr. Austen was reminded of another time, another trip that haunted him. Five years ago, on a beautiful March day, very much like this one; his beloved wife Margaret was involved in a carriage accident that claimed her life. Her death affected him greatly, and it was many years until he was himself again. Jane entered the parlor as her husband was quizzing his father. She did not approve of him making light of the poor man's suffering, but trusted Andrew's discernment on the issue. Andrew had been dealing with his father's unease longer than she had. "Poor Papa," she sighed as she crossed the room to join her husband. All eyes turned to the direction of her voice. Andrew held out his arm to her, inviting her to join him. Her face lit up when she recognized one of the gentlemen; the other was unfamiliar. She was a sight to behold as she almost floated to her husband. Admiration clearly showed on the faces of all present. When Jane was secured at his side, he turned to make the introductions. "Mr. Bingley," Andrew announced, "may I introduce my wife, Mrs. Austen." Mr. Bingley bowed. What an angel, I have never seen a more perfect woman. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Bingley." "And yours, Madam." Jane greeted the man next to him, granting him a full smile. In the past month she had grown fond of her husband's friend. He received her complete respect and admiration. "Mr. Darcy, it is always a pleasure to see you." She said with genuine warmth. "I hope you and your sister are well." "Quite so, thank you. Dr. Austen informs me that you are expecting company. I do not wish to invade your reunion with my presence." "Oh no, Mr. Darcy. I would be most pleased to introduce my sister to you." "Yes, Darcy, you and Mr. Bingley should meet her. It seems as if every time she is here, you are gone." Andrew added. Mr. Darcy gave his hostess a small smile. "It would be my pleasure, Mrs. Austen." A pleasure it would not be for Mr. Darcy. He had been introduced to enough "sisters" to know he should be on his guard. It seemed to him as if every man in England had a sister, a cousin, or some other dependent female relative hidden away in a closet, waiting for a man of good fortune to come to call. No, he was not in the mood to meet a future bride today. He did owe Mrs. Austen every courtesy, though, and this conviction propelled him to stay. Mr. Darcy did, though reluctantly, have to admit a small amount of curiosity. He heard about Miss Bennet from several of his London acquaintances. She had been praised to the skies, something he found amusing. He wondered how a poor country gentleman's daughter could attract such attention. If she favored Mrs. Austen, he would accept she could be a beauty, but surely she was nothing more than a weaker version of her sister. He knew that rarely, if ever, did a family produce two exceptional daughters. In most cases, the most promising was given all of the attention, leaving the others to live in her shadow. Desiring to expose his sister to the proper behavior of a lady, he had been fostering a relationship between Mrs. Austen and his younger sister Georgiana. Mrs. Austen graciously took Georgiana under her wing, spending several mornings a week in her company. This gave Darcy great pleasure, for Georgiana at seventeen was still painfully shy and uneasy in company. It was his aspiration to see her develop the quiet composure and confidence Mrs. Austen displayed with such ease. He would do as Mrs. Austen wished and wait for her sister to be introduced, but he was not willing to let himself be one of the fawners who came to offer their respects. He cared not how handsome or fine she reportedly was. Mr. Darcy stood firm, there would be no Miss Bennet for him. Mr. Bingley, on the other hand, was most anxious to meet her. From what he was told, she was a woman worthy of admiration. Mr. Bingley had been feeling lonely lately, as if he had a void that needed filling. He was not quite sure what was missing from his life, other then a proper estate, but he reasoned within himself that it might indeed be a woman. All around him were signs pointing him in that direction and lately he had been witnessing them in spades. Happy couples walking down the street, children in prams, laughter coming from established homes, the indicators were becoming clear. Even his sister Caroline had recently become engaged, and he had questioned whether she would ever find a man who could please her. Soon she would join his eldest sister in the ranks of the wed, leaving him to be the only single family member. He had visions of nights spent in the company of his bachelor friends, playing cards and talking politics. This was not an appealing thought to Mr. Bingley; his happy countenance could only stand so much boredom. Mr. Austen came away from the window and joined the others, as the conversation continued. Mr. Darcy was alarmed at Andrew for speaking of fund-raising in front of his wife, but the Austens' marriage was a modern one in his mind. He would never behave in this fashion, but it did seem to work for Andrew. Mr. Darcy was about to pledge his support when someone calling out in the hallway interrupted him. "…And a lady travels all the way to London. When she arrives, does her family greet her? Nooooo! She is left to fend for herself." Elizabeth entered the room, beaming from ear to ear. "Elizabeth!" cried Jane. "We did not hear you enter!" Jane rushed to hug her sister. "Elizabeth! I was just about to send Andrew out on a search for you," Mr. Austen called to her, much relieved. "I did not see you arrive." "Papa Austen, I have missed you!" Elizabeth laughed as she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I had Smyth stop down the block so I could surprise you." "Well, how did you find Longbourn? Was all well with your parents?" he asked. The smile on Elizabeth's face tightened slightly. A moment of unspoken understanding passed between the two. She had confided in Mr. Austen the situation with her mother. Mrs. Bennet's treatment of her daughter grieved him deeply. He had a strong desire to protect Elizabeth from any unhappiness. He felt her family at Longbourn was a definite source of unhappiness, but he would never dissuade her from visiting them. "All is the same, they are well and in good health," she replied, "thank you for asking." She held up a letter she had in her hand. "I bring you a gift from the country, Sir. A message from Father!" Papa Austen's eyes lit up, for he knew what the letter contained. "And on what new subject shall our debate be?" he asked innocently. Mr. Austen's correspondences with Mr. Bennet were of the lively sort. They both had a passion for a good argument, and in each other they had found a source of intelligence and discrimination that added to the pleasure of exchanging ideas and ideals. Each debate comprised of three letters from each side. Elizabeth was judge and jury when it came to choosing a winner. She thoughtfully considered each position offered and rendered a decision. The standings currently were Mr. Bennet three, Mr. Austen two. Elizabeth leaned in to whisper to him. "He will not tell me and has requested I do not judge this particular contest." Mr. Austen was intrigued. He opened the letter right away and read the first few lines. The subject was a dowry. Mr. Bennet would take the con view, since he was a father to five girls. Try as he might, Mr. Austen could not help laughing out loud. This was a far cry from their last topic- the existence of multiple Gods. "I agree with your father's assessment!" He laughed and wrapped his arms around Elizabeth to hug her. "We have missed you terribly, Elizabeth." "And I all of you," she whispered back. Darcy had been watching their exchange with interest. Miss Bennet and Mr. Austen were openly displaying their affection for each other and it was making him uncomfortable. Dear Lord, she is embracing Andrew now! Darcy could feel his cheeks getting hot. This country lass is rather forthright. Did she not notice there are others in the room? Andrew offered her his arm. "Elizabeth, may I introduce you to our guests?" "Mr. Darcy, Mr. Bingley, this is my sister, Miss Bennet." Elizabeth curtsied and gave them an embarrassed smile. In her excitement, she had not noticed the visitors. "Gentlemen, please forgive my entrance. Mr. Austen does love a surprise." "Mr. Darcy lives three houses away from us. I have known him since I was a child." Andrew informed her. "It is a pleasure to meet a neighbor, Mr. Darcy." She smiled pleasantly at him. "Dr. Austen has mentioned your name before, but I was beginning to believe you a phantom." Mr. Darcy could not help but return the smile, although it showed the signs of being a confused one. He knew he needed to say something, but what? "I have been away traveling," was all he could blurt out. Elizabeth was now the one confused, so she turned her attention to Mr. Bingley. He struck her as a pleasant sort of man, with his curly blond hair and sparkling eyes. Mr. Bingley gave her a large smile. He found her delightful. Expecting her to appear more like her sister, he was surprised by the opposite. One look at her and he knew that before him stood cheerful maiden, carefree and joyous. Mr. Bingley was thankful for Dr. Austen's invitation today, even if he really had not wanted to come at first. A discussion on alleviating the suffering of the poor had not excited him, but his chance meeting with Miss Bennet made the dullness of the earlier intercourse fade away. It was not as if Mr. Bingley did not care for the underprivileged, but he would have much preferred to draw up a draft, without being subjected to all of the details. Mr. Darcy watched as Mr. Bingley and Miss Bennet started up an animated discussion on the merits of London in the springtime. He observed how Miss Bennet spoke with her hands and the way her eyes twinkled when she said something clever. "Miss Bennet, will you be joining us day after tomorrow?" Mr. Bingley asked with a permanent smile on his face. Elizabeth looked perplexed. She knew of no plans being made. Mr. Darcy spoke up, not allowing Mr. Bingley's ill-timed remark cause discomfort to the group. "I have issued an invitation to the Austens for the theater in two days' time. It would be a pleasure if you could be a part of the party. My sister Georgiana and Mr. Bingley will also be attending." Darcy was surprised at himself. It was a rare occurrence for him to issue an invitation; especially to someone he had just met. "Thank you, I accept your kind invitation, Mr. Darcy. May I ask, what play will be performed?" "Shakespeare's Othello." The smile on Elizabeth's face dropped and for a moment she said nothing. Darcy was convinced he had inadvertently offended her. Granted, Othello was not a play for the faint of heart, but he did not see the harm in a lady attending this particular drama. "Mr. Darcy," she said slowly, "I have longed to see Othello. It has been a favorite of mine for some time. I do believe I have read it fully five and twenty times. I am most grateful to have the opportunity to see it performed in a place other than my imagination." Mr. Bingley, who originally dreaded the idea of spending the night at the theater, had now revised his position. If Miss Bennet were excited at the prospect, he would be, too. He made a mental note to reread the play when he returned home, although he was sure only to get past the first act. Mr. Darcy bowed to Elizabeth's acceptance. When he looked up, Elizabeth had an inviting look on her face. He wondered if she expected him to discuss the play's dynamics with her. He had never had a deep discussion with a woman on Shakespeare's works before, and was not sure how to proceed. He decided to once again remain silent. Elizabeth wandered around the room as the callers began to take their leave. Jane and Mr. Austen were standing by the window, pouring over Mr. Bennet's letter. An occasional laugh was heard from their quarter, but they spoke too softly for Elizabeth to understand. The other three gentlemen were stationed by the hearth, finalizing plans for a later meeting. Elizabeth was becoming restless. She had not seen her nephew yet today, and she had missed him greatly while she was away. She approached Andrew and waited for an opening to speak. "Andrew, would it be considered terribly impolite for me to excuse myself? I have not yet visited Evan and fear he may forget me if I wait any longer." "Not in the least, Elizabeth. You will find him in the nursery." Elizabeth curtsied and left the room. The gentlemen took their leave a short time later. As they were exiting the room, Darcy heard the Austen's young son let out a squeal. He looked in the direction of the nursery and saw a most interesting sight. Evan Austen had obviously escaped his confinement, running down the hall as fast as his legs would take him. From behind him came Miss Bennet, scooping him up. She then twirled around in circles, holding the lad at arm length and laughing just as arduously as the boy. It was a scene of pure unadulterated joy and playfulness. Darcy experienced a flood of memories awakened in him, when he had been privy to an exhibition similar to this one. It was one if his fondest memories of his mother. Mr. Darcy hastened to leave the house. Outside Mr. Bingley waited for him. Right away he started expressing his assessment of Miss Bennet. "Darcy, have you ever met a more lively lady in your life? Her spirit positively amazed me. Why did you not inform me of her existence?" "I have never been introduced to her until today," he bluntly stated, wanting the subject to be dropped. Mr. Darcy was not on the mood to listen to his friend at the moment. He was much more concerned with his own thoughts. Long ago he learned not to take Bingley's infatuations too seriously because his friend was a man prone to fall in and out of love quickly. The differences in their temperament never interfered in the loyal friendship they formed, and they had been friends for longer then Darcy could remember. Mr. Bingley continued to rattle on and Mr. Darcy only half-listened. "…And the prettiest blue eyes I have seen!" Mr. Bingley gushed. "They are brown," Mr. Darcy said under his breath. "What, Darcy? I did not hear you." "Nothing, Bingley, we have arrived. Shall we go inside?" Part 3 Posted on Thursday, 22-Oct-98 That afternoon, Elizabeth confided in Jane and Mr. Austen the details of her visit home. Her father and sisters had warmly welcomed her, yet her mother still maintained her resentment. Mrs. Bennet continually made references to Mr. Dobbs and his offer of marriage. Elizabeth counter-attacked by telling her mother in no uncertain terms that she would never marry a man whom she did not love. This escaped Mrs. Bennet's ability to reason. She did not understand how any woman could turn down a man of such great fortune and connections, especially a woman like Elizabeth, who had little to offer the union! The trip ended in a stalemate. During most of Elizabeth's visit, Mr. Bennet remained secluded in his library. Once he did come to Elizabeth's defense, but for the most part, he stayed out of the way of mother and daughter. Elizabeth was disturbed by her father's lack of assistance. He had agreed with her a year ago when she refused Mr. Dobbs, but he would not silence his wife on the subject. Elizabeth found her sisters to be in the same condition as she left them the last time she was at home. Each was pursuing their interests, without discipline or management. Mary was becoming more distant from the world, while Kitty and Lydia were becoming more a part of it. She had genuine concern over the fate of her younger sisters, but not enough to stay at Longborn with them. The girls had grown so independent in thought; no longer would they accept her advice or guidance. After a lengthy discussion on possible options they could offer the younger Bennet girls, it was decided individual invitations to Austen House would be extended to each. Mary would be first since she was the eldest. Elizabeth held high hopes that with the effort of Jane, Andrew, and Papa Austen, progress could be made. Mr. Austen was the first to mention the subject of the morning's visitors. "Elizabeth, give me your first impressions of Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley." "Well, Mr. Bingley appears to be a happy man, quite pleasant. He speaks with an expression that indicates a demeanor of ease and comfort. If I were to make a wager, I would say he was not an avid reader or participant in things unpleasant. Am I close, Papa Austen?" "I do not know dear, today was my first meeting with him," he chuckled, "Now tell me of Mr. Darcy." Elizabeth thought for a moment. "I do not know about Mr. Darcy. At first I thought him haughty, but when he issued me the invitation to the theater, it was if he were nervous and shy. What is his wife like?" "He has no wife. Why would you think he had a wife?" he asked. "An assumption on my part. Generally speaking, a man in his position and age must have a wife to complete the picture." "No, no wife. There is only a sister, he lost his parents many years ago." "Oh," she replied softly. Elizabeth was ready to move to another topic, but Mr. Austen could see a change in her facial expression when he mentioned Darcy's lack of a spouse. He was very interested in her initial reaction to the man. Fitzwilliam Darcy had long held a soft spot in the older man's heart. He had watched him grow up from a content lad to a serious young man. Darcy's care for his younger sister had been exemplary since his parent's death. He was forced to grow up quickly, and succeeded in running his inherited estates with the same pride and care as his father had. Mr. Austen had waited for an opportunity for Darcy to meet Elizabeth. His intuition told him that they may be well suited for one another, but he would go no further than to introduce them. Fate, luck, or whatever other element that existed would have to tend them past the introduction, for Mr. Austen was no Cupid. "I believe," he began again, choosing his words carefully, "that you will find Mr. Darcy to be a reserved gentleman. Once I heard a woman call him proud and uncivil, but I have never seen him behave in any manner but of the highest standard. We must remember he is a single man of large fortune. There are many women in the world who would enjoy sharing his wealth and connections, but he has the wisdom to protect himself." "Why was he here today?" she asked. "Andrew was looking for suggestions on his fund-raiser." "Mr. Darcy is going to assist Andrew?" Elizabeth had not expected Mr. Darcy to be interested in Andrew's charity work. He did not appear to be a liberal man. "Yes, he has pledged his support to the cause." Mr. Austen allowed the topic to be dropped; sensing Elizabeth had many preconceived impressions to rearrange. Elizabeth pondered Mr. Austen's words throughout the day. Mr. Darcy certainly was a handsome man, but she would not allow herself to dwell for long. She reckoned any man possessing the qualities of a Mr. Darcy would have no need to turn to a country girl like herself. The next morning dawned bright and beautiful. As was her habit, Elizabeth rose before the rest of the family and was dressed by eight. She enjoyed stealing away to the park across the avenue every morning she was able. There was a certain bench, nestled in the trees, which granted her the feeling of being in the country. She would spend an hour in quiet meditation, listening to the birds or reading. Treasured were the days she could wake up knowing the park awaited her. As Elizabeth neared her bench, she noticed it occupied by a gentleman. Agitated, she turned away. She had never encountered anyone this early in the park before and was vexed at the invasion this man represented. She stormed through the park; muttering insults aimed at the unknown intruder under her breath. A reasonable woman would of taken another seat and made the most of the situation, but Elizabeth would not. She did not desire being out in the open, watching carriages pass by or deliveries being made. To her, only complete seclusion would allow her the illusion of country privacy. She vowed to wake earlier tomorrow to claim her seat, a precaution against losing her morning ritual again. Elizabeth crossed the road and returned home in the foulest of moods. Mr. Darcy laid his book of sonnets down on the bench. His train of thought had been interrupted when he heard a noise behind him. Seeing nothing, he concluded it must have been an animal. He picked up his book and continued to read. This day brought a different Darcy visitor to Austen House. Miss Georgiana Darcy came to call along with her companion, Mrs. Annesley. Elizabeth's first reaction to Miss Darcy was one of surprise. Her resemblance to Jane was uncanny; she could have easily been mistaken for Jane's sister. This caused Elizabeth to be instantly captivated by her. She observed that, although obviously shy, Miss Darcy had an aura of agreeableness about her. Following her intuition, she slowly engaged the young woman in conversation. Jane had informed Elizabeth of Miss Darcy's love of music, so she directed the flow of dialogue in that direction. By the end of the visit, Miss Darcy was at ease enough to issue an invitation to the sisters for the next morning. Jane had to refuse; she had already made plans to visit a new acquaintance with Andrew, but Elizabeth accepted happily. Upon her arrival home, Georgiana stopped by her brother's study to inform him of her return. "William, I am home," she said quietly from the doorway. He looked up from his ledger and motioned her to come in. The smile on Georgiana's face told him of the success of her meeting with Miss Bennet and he could not help but be relieved. Miss Bennet was an interesting creature, but he had been concerned that Georgiana might have found her overpowering. "Was it a pleasant call?" he asked. "Yes, very pleasant. I have taken the liberty of inviting Miss Bennet to come to call tomorrow. I hope this meets with your approval." Suddenly Georgiana was nervous about her bold move. She had not asked permission to bring so... Plik z chomika: Serenite78 Inne pliki z tego folderu: You Sang to Me(1).doc (2540 KB) Twilight of the Abyss.doc (271 KB) To Love Again(1).doc (1746 KB) Through The Fog.doc (35 KB) The Role of a Lifetime(1).doc (522 KB) Inne foldery tego chomika: photki i ikony
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