5 — Let All of England KnowFrom Elizabeth Darcy to Fitzwilliam Darcy
Pemberley, Derbyshire, August 16/17
My dearest Darcy,
I am beginning this letter the night of my sending the last. I do not know whether my most recent plea has even reached you yet, or whether it will trail after you across the south of England like a dog seeking its master. Yet we have had so remarkable a day, and my soul (and body) feel your absence so keenly, that I can think of nothing to do but write to you.
On the coach ride to Langley Park this afternoon, Georgiana and I had an ardent discussion on the subject of poetry. Even Kitty joined in — on Georgiana’s side. (Kitty, in the manner of the Bennets, has shortened your sister’s name and taken to calling her Gigi. I am uncertain how to feel about this, though
