Sunday, March 25, 2012
Lydia
UGH! The trip to Brighton has brought about the exact embarassment I perdicted weeks before, she has run away with the most terrible man I know, Mr. Wickham. She is so irresponsible, foolish and I am ashamed to call her my sister! We do not know if they are to be married which means Wickham's reasons for running away with her are not known. Oh I am so very upset and troubled.. the way Darcy treated me after these events unfolded was so kind; however, I am so embarassed.
Miss. Darcy
Mr. Darcy told me that he wished for me to meet his sister, and his reasons why have me puzzled. It seems he would only want me to meet her if it truly mattered, and for some reason it does matter. Well, I did meet her and I was pleasantly surprised. She is not proud or rude, she is honestly just very shy. I feel I could get along with her if I spent more time with her...
The Different Darcy
Visiting Pemberley has brought about an entirely new Mr. Darcy, and I must admit I am very fond of him.. I may even love him. His manners towards me, of course, are exceedingly proper, but there is a new gentleness and kindness that would match that shared between spouses. I never expected him to treat me the way he has, for I do not deserve the pleasantness that I have experienced.
Pemberley
I am afraid to say how impressed I am with Mr. Darcy's home. It is simply lavish, divine and beautiful.. I find myself dreaming about being the woman of such a house. I feel I am seeing the real Darcy in the simple, yet elegant furniture, and in the beautiful, unique art that covers the entire estate. I could not have walked in a more beautiful place than that of his gardens; I wish I could have stayed there forever which I understand is quite strange coming from me.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Lydia's Leaving
Ah! I am so angry and upset, I am afraid that any hopes of me being civil with my family is lost. Lydia wants to go on a trip to Brighton-where the militia are currently stationed- and my family is going to let her go. I know with all my heart that the only result of that trip will be shame and embarassment on my family. Lydia is a foolish, irresponsible girl whose crazed emotions will be reason for a terrible fate. I do not know if my family can take any more embarassment than they already have, and this trip will over-do it for sure.
Problems with Mother
At the moment, I am so upset with my mother; I do not know how it is I am to stand her for a moment longer. Her narrow-minded thoughts of marriage, and that of the relationship between Jane and Bingley, are so idiotic. It seems to me that she has never once felt any sympathy or sorrow for Jane's heartbreak, for she only thinks about her image to the public. I must try my hardest to find good in her still, but I am afraid it will take much effort.
Worry
Upon my return home, I took a long walk with Kitty and Lydia and my biggest fear has come to confront me, that of the presence of Mr. Wickham in our lives. Lydia speaks of nothing else, and she seems quite infatuated with him still.. if only she knew the monster he really was. I have been thinking of ways of telling my family about him, but I find that I can't think of a proper way to tell them. It seems Jane is the only one that ought to know, hopefully my hiding of this news will not bring about a negative effect on my family.
Leaving Rosings
My time at Rosings has been one of felicity and surprise, that of seeing Charlotte and the proposal of Mr. Darcy. My emotions are rather confusing and I dont quite know how to deal with them; I have the greatest hope in Jane to help me sort them out which contributes to my longing to see her. I have to admit I am not too excited to be stuck at home with Kitty and Lydia again... I shall have no more peace.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
My Life of Regret
The view I have of myself is one of shame and dissapointment. I cannot believe I let my pride and prejudice be the cause of me to label Mr. Darcy as bad, for he is one of the most innocent men I have ever come across. My previous issues, that of the seperation of Jane and Bingley and the treatment of Mr. Wickham, have been resolved. I see now Mr. Darcy's actions were just, and feel I could not have made myself more of a fool than that of the day of his proposal. I vow I should never see him again, for this embarassment I have suffered is irreversible.
Proposal?!
I have the most unbelievable, disgusting news. The arrogant, horrible, prideful Mr. Darcy has made me an offer of marriage. Words cannot describe the anguish that has overcome my body. He dared to tell me that his feelings, and thus his proposal, was a complete embarassment to himself and his family! What a simple-minded, awful fool! My first impression has proved to be true, and was only magnified by this horrible event. How he ever thought I would accept his hand is beside me, for he is the last man in the world I would ever marry. I hate him for what he has done to my sister and poor Mr. Wickham, and I shall never forgive him.
An Unfathomable Surprise
I had the most unbelievable surprise today is, I was blessed with a visit from Mr. Darcy and his cousin Colonel Fitzwilliam. Darcy is just as I remember him: distant, polite, and frank. His cousin's character is completely contrary to his own, I find him affable, pleasant, and engaging; I find myself wondering how these two men could be related. I have been having one feeling nagging at me since the beginning of Mr. Darcy's visit, I find there is something different in his visage, some sort of kindess or affection in the way his eyes look upon me. I am afraid to admit I am simply confused.
Time at Rosings
My visit to Rosings has been divine, I cannot think of a greater happiness than to see my dearest friend Charlotte. Sadly, any hope of change in her queer husband Mr. Collins is impossible; he completely proves my original thought of him from Hertfordshire. I find peace in my intimate walks with the countryside; it is a way for me to be alone with my thoughts. I miss my dearest Jane and cannot help but wonder about her feelings, whether they are ones of felecity or sadness.
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