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It was in the spirit of missing home that Jane did sit down at a table in the strange room in which she had appeared. She had neither a quill, nor any parchment -- and hardly wax to seal a letter -- but she felt as though she must send something home, even if all the words were composed in her mind.
Dear Mary, she would have written, for Mary would be the most sensible choice in terms of worrying and the gravity of the situation. Please do show this to Mama, Papa, and Kitty. Lydia, as well, if she does come home to visit. Likely, she would not. She was a married woman now, Lydia Wickham, to be precise. Lizzy is here with me. We are both safe. Perhaps, that was too much, but she hardly wanted to worry her poor family. Tell Mama that she should not fret so much over the impudence of Mr. Bingley's return. I have thought on it and I am sure he is simply back for the shooting season. It is that time of year.
Jane's attention drifted, her legs crossed at the ankles as she sat there, a glazed and adrift expression upon her face.
Lizzy has met a man! Oh, but you would be proud. I have not met him, yet, though I am sure if she enjoys his company, then he is a great man. I have not met anyone, myself, but I am not sorry for it. She could hardly give her heart so easily. Even now. Please do keep up with your playing, Mary. It always was such a delight. And you may tell Kitty that she may have my ribbons to use for the next ball. Tell Mama I love her, and tell Papa not to worry, and that I love him as well.
Jane sighed softly, her spirit weathered and strained. It was ever so hard to remain positive here.
Yours always, Jane Bennet.
Perhaps, if she imagined deeply enough, she could fathom a reply.
Dear Mary, she would have written, for Mary would be the most sensible choice in terms of worrying and the gravity of the situation. Please do show this to Mama, Papa, and Kitty. Lydia, as well, if she does come home to visit. Likely, she would not. She was a married woman now, Lydia Wickham, to be precise. Lizzy is here with me. We are both safe. Perhaps, that was too much, but she hardly wanted to worry her poor family. Tell Mama that she should not fret so much over the impudence of Mr. Bingley's return. I have thought on it and I am sure he is simply back for the shooting season. It is that time of year.
Jane's attention drifted, her legs crossed at the ankles as she sat there, a glazed and adrift expression upon her face.
Lizzy has met a man! Oh, but you would be proud. I have not met him, yet, though I am sure if she enjoys his company, then he is a great man. I have not met anyone, myself, but I am not sorry for it. She could hardly give her heart so easily. Even now. Please do keep up with your playing, Mary. It always was such a delight. And you may tell Kitty that she may have my ribbons to use for the next ball. Tell Mama I love her, and tell Papa not to worry, and that I love him as well.
Jane sighed softly, her spirit weathered and strained. It was ever so hard to remain positive here.
Yours always, Jane Bennet.
Perhaps, if she imagined deeply enough, she could fathom a reply.