Hey everyone! This is yet another sudden-brainwave-brainchild of mine, again with me working on this instead of studying, in true obsessed fan spirit. I do so enjoy writing letters, and letters were such important aspects of Regency life, that I realised that all of P&P in letter format might actually be quite interesting.
Since I definitely will have other things to do(burying my face in a big fat textbook, for example), I will be updating this story erratically, so I apologise for the unnecessary delays in advance.
Hope this story will measure up to everyone's expectations from such a premise!
Disclaimer: I do not own Fitzwilliam Darcy, and consequently, Pemberley. Need I say any more?
A compilation of letters outlining the events in Pride and Prejudice
Tuesday, April 23 1811
My dear Georgiana,
How do you fare? I hope the chill has passed, and you have been taking Mr. Stewart's tincture as often as he advised. It would not do to disregard his kindness and his wisdom.
I am happy to inform you that the decision has finally been made –you are to be removed to Ramsgate in two weeks. We have found a perfectly amenable establishment, a modest modern edifice within five minutes' walk to the sea. The view is splendid and the air heartening –I am sure you shall have a very enjoyable summer indeed. You may apply to Mrs. Younge for other pertinent details to satisfy your curiosity, as I know you very well are curious.
I shall depart for London within a week to accompany you to your new lodgings at Ramsgate, for I have little to detain me here. Bertram begged me to inform you that the mare Aleppa has produced a fine, robust colt and would like to know any preferences you might have in naming him. That would be the majority of all the news you might expect from this mundane quarter.
Do not disregard your hours of practise at the pianoforte; I recognise great talent when I chance upon it, and you are blessed indeed with great talent, my dear. Convey my regards to the Havershams, I am very grateful for their kindness in offering you such unquestioning companionship. I shall write to inform you when the day of my departure is fixed upon.
I remain, ever your loving brother,
Tuesday, June 11 1811
The sun is shining with vigorous exuberance, the saline air is invigorating, the sounds of the untiring sea invite me outside, and yet I find myself thinking about my dear brother in dreary, boring London, and wishing he were here.
I am doing exceedingly well, brother, and I must reiterate my thanks –yet again- for happening upon this splendid idea. Ramsgate is as lovely, and as interesting as ever. I take several long walks in the sun everyday, I am sure you would not recognise me when you see me next –I have turned quite brown! I am sure it is very unladylike to sport such an obvious proof of outdoor pursuits, but the air does good to me, and it fairly drives me mad if I have to stay indoors when the beauty outside beckons me incessantly.
The new piano master is accomplished, to say the least, and he has already introduced me to several new pieces which I practise diligently, in the hope of gratifying you when you hear me play next –it would not do for me to disappoint you, my dear brother, when you encourage me so wholeheartedly. However, I must admit I enjoy walking more than the pianoforte; but I am consigned to the fact that while you may watch me march around for about a minute with equanimity, listening to me play will offer you many more minutes of respite, entertainment, and –I hope- pride.
There is little else to write you about, for I am sure local gossip and girlish pursuits may serve to only tire you. I must, however, admit to a little failing on my part, which I hope you will find it in yourself to forgive me. I have recently acquired yet another bonnet –and although you may mock me for being an utter spendthrift, I shall have to inform you that this one is completely new fashion, and all fashionable ladies sport it. I shall leave it unto you to decide whether you wish to see your beloved sister in unfashionable garb, or humour her little weakness when it comes to pretty bonnets.
I now have nothing more to write, and am already feeling rather uncomfortable at staying inside for so long. I beg you to pass on the letter enclosed to Julia Haversham –I have very foolishly forgotten her address. I hope you shall find it convenient enough to visit Ramsgate one of these days, so I can take you to every place I have discovered and cherished on my tedious walks. Hoping fervently for a favourable answer, I am, your most beloved
The Hanging Horseman
Friday, June 14 1811
I hope you will not think it too forward or ungentlemanly of me to write you in such a manner. I can only redeem myself by uttering the truth of the matter –I did not lie when I said to you that our meeting affected me most deeply. Indeed, it has been many years since I last saw you, and when I think about the little girl I accosted in the library in Pemberley at midnight, blatantly disobeying her brother's orders to retire to bed, I can hardly compare her to the beautiful, noble lady that welcomed me in Mrs. Younge's parlour this morning.
I do not wish to frighten you with my frank admissions, Miss Darcy, and thus I shall come to the object of this impertinent letter instantly –you mentioned to me your fondness for taking a stroll through the breezy lanes of Ramsgate. Having visited this quaint town in the past, I happen to have some knowledge of the local areas of natural beauty and fineness which I am sure will appeal to your good taste and natural appreciation. Would it be an impertinence to ask your permission in coming to Mossway to call on you and from there escort you to these areas on the morrow? You may be chaperoned, of course, it is only right and expected of. Do send me word of your permission –I shall not disturb you if you wish so otherwise. Awaiting your reply with much eagerness, I am, your very smitten,
My brother has arrived unexpectedly. He does not suspect, but we must meet and alter the plans. Call for me at half-past nine tonight. My brother shall not be in the vicinity.
That scoundrel Wickham has been at it again. I cannot say more in writing, but expect myself and Georgiana at –Square tonight. We must think of something to do to him –I'd rather kill the bastard, but I need your good sense in the matter. Do not talk to Georgiana about this, I'd rather you didn't.
Author's Note: I'm sure Georgiana's last little note requires some explaining. In my opinion, Georgiana wrote this to lure Wickham over so that Darcy could meet with him. He needed the luring because Mrs. Younge would definitely have notified him of Darcy's arrival, and the man was cunning enough to stay away from Darcy -maybe even by running away from Ramsgate. Also, the note would have been Darcy's idea, because I'm pretty sure she wouldn't have believed Wickham an utter cad yet. Pretty twisted, I guess, but that's the way I see it!
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