As with every previous Friday, Charlotte waited for Mr. Collins to breakfast, pull on his gardening trousers, and head out in the tangled web of cucumber vines and cabbages. Today’s letter promised to be particularly promising since it was in Lady Catherine’s hand. Who would the old rich hag have had such a need to […]
This was the letter first found by me (Charlotte Lucas Collins) as I tidied Mr. Collins’s study one day when the housekeeper was occupied elsewhere and Mr. Collins was attending to his garden, watching for any news that he might be the first to convey. To my dearest Catherine, How I long to call […]
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.
