3 — The Memory of Your PresenceFrom Elizabeth Darcy to Fitzwilliam Darcy
Pemberley, Derbyshire, August 16
My dearest Darcy,
Well, then, when shall I hear just how you dream? My curiosity presses so determined a campaign against my patience that my propriety has completely fled the field. Oh, Darcy, do tell me these dreams. I long to hear them. And if you begin to tell me yours, perhaps I shall do my wifely duty and tell you mine own.
I shall give the gamekeeper (is his name truly Grouse?) permission to shoot Lady Malkin on sight. I shall ask him to aim for her lovely head, however, since her gown was too pretty to be spoiled. After their visit yesterday, Kitty engaged Georgiana in nearly an half an hour’s speculation on whether the lace at the lady’s sleeves were Chantilly (and whether
