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dranor suggested Pride&Prejudice Slash (from this post), and who am I but highly suggestible?
I will probably go back in later to fix the dates, but I don't have my copy of P&P with me, and I know that they moved in before Michelmass.
Monday, October 18 18--
I must confess that dear Louisa's husband has become utterly intolerable. He desires nothing more than shooting, eating, and cards, and his constant demands of a fourth have become nearly unavoidable and increasingly persistent. I have been reduced to near constant other engagements. I never thought I would return to my younger passtime of diary-keeping, but since my brother has moved us out to the country for some undetermined period of time, I have little choice. However, perhaps some good will come of this. Mr. Darcy will have little else to do than notice how extremely accomplished I am. Indeed, I am still at a loss for why he allowed Charles to talk him into a country visit at all.
Wednesday, October 27 18--
Curses! Of course this blasted unpleasant countryshire would produce a couple of local beauties, and that one of them would be using all her wiles to secure my Darcy. I will have to be more vigilant in the future.
Tuesday, December 16th
Dear, dear London. There really is nothing like being back in ones home, in ones correct place. Last night's dinner party was quite refreshing.
However, I must confess the most unsettling notion which our return to London has inspired. I fear, although I can scarce express it, that the danger to Darcy's heart lies not with the impertinent Eliza Bennett, but rather closer to home. Indeed, Darcy's reaction to Charles' attachment to that dear Jane has been... somewhat surprising. Within DAYS of the Ball at Netherfield, when he finally realized what the rest of us had been quite aware of for some time, he had moved us back to London. Since then, he has watched Charles like a hawk, hardly leaving his side. Why, just last week he convinced me to hide Jane's presence in London from my brother, a point of subterfuge which I find highly uncharacteristic.
The idea seems almost unnatural, but Charles always has been particularly docile with Darcy, and I have oft wondered with Louisa at the strength of their attachment to each other. Could it be more than companiable friendship?
Have all my schemes been in vain from the very beginning? Have I been so blind? Should I have realized something when Darcy spoke so scathingly of Wickham? No one else has ever brought such strength of feeling from him, and indeed, Eliza seemed to increase in attraction the moment that cad showed an interest in her. I scarce know what to think. Or feel. Or write.
I will probably go back in later to fix the dates, but I don't have my copy of P&P with me, and I know that they moved in before Michelmass.
Monday, October 18 18--
I must confess that dear Louisa's husband has become utterly intolerable. He desires nothing more than shooting, eating, and cards, and his constant demands of a fourth have become nearly unavoidable and increasingly persistent. I have been reduced to near constant other engagements. I never thought I would return to my younger passtime of diary-keeping, but since my brother has moved us out to the country for some undetermined period of time, I have little choice. However, perhaps some good will come of this. Mr. Darcy will have little else to do than notice how extremely accomplished I am. Indeed, I am still at a loss for why he allowed Charles to talk him into a country visit at all.
Wednesday, October 27 18--
Curses! Of course this blasted unpleasant countryshire would produce a couple of local beauties, and that one of them would be using all her wiles to secure my Darcy. I will have to be more vigilant in the future.
Tuesday, December 16th
Dear, dear London. There really is nothing like being back in ones home, in ones correct place. Last night's dinner party was quite refreshing.
However, I must confess the most unsettling notion which our return to London has inspired. I fear, although I can scarce express it, that the danger to Darcy's heart lies not with the impertinent Eliza Bennett, but rather closer to home. Indeed, Darcy's reaction to Charles' attachment to that dear Jane has been... somewhat surprising. Within DAYS of the Ball at Netherfield, when he finally realized what the rest of us had been quite aware of for some time, he had moved us back to London. Since then, he has watched Charles like a hawk, hardly leaving his side. Why, just last week he convinced me to hide Jane's presence in London from my brother, a point of subterfuge which I find highly uncharacteristic.
The idea seems almost unnatural, but Charles always has been particularly docile with Darcy, and I have oft wondered with Louisa at the strength of their attachment to each other. Could it be more than companiable friendship?
Have all my schemes been in vain from the very beginning? Have I been so blind? Should I have realized something when Darcy spoke so scathingly of Wickham? No one else has ever brought such strength of feeling from him, and indeed, Eliza seemed to increase in attraction the moment that cad showed an interest in her. I scarce know what to think. Or feel. Or write.