Another Friday morning respite as Mr. Collins enjoys turning over the soil in his dear garden. I am afraid after reading his appalling epistle to our benefactress that I can no longer bear the sight of her “whipping boy.” But today, I shall be more happily engaged. For last week as Miss Anne de Bourgh […]
Should it ever be discovered by anyone other than myself and the parties involved I cannot think how the ramifications might bury us all, but I am getting ahead of myself. Let me begin with who I am. I am Charlotte Collins, daughter of Sir William Lucas. I am wife of one Mr. William Collins current […]
I do wish you would stop muttering such comments as “polluting the shades of Pemberley” and “no regard for honour and credit” at odd moments.
