The Order of the Goose
Pemberley, Derbyshire, August 20/21, 18__
My dearest Darcy,
Yesterday morning brought no mudstained Cupid to our door, but two letters did arrive by the morning post and took up much of my day.
The first was from Jane. She told me that she and Charles are to see you in London. Alas! That my sister and her husband may go where they wish, and see whom they please, yet I must stay a widow in all but weeds here in Derbyshire. Why may not I too come to London? Why may I not fly to your arms and to our bed, there in Berkeley Square? While you are gone, the beauties of Pemberley seem flat, dull, and without savor, as if the color had gone out of the world.
Did you observe the solar eclipse some years ago? My father, who had been reading a great deal of astronomy, had H
