The Prisoner of Pemberley
Pemberley, Derbyshire, August 18/19, 18__
My dearest Darcy,
There was no letter from you this morning — and while I had hoped for none, I was nonetheless set adrift when Florry solemnly entered our room, no missive in hand, and opened the drapes. I remained adrift as I bathed (without you to scrub my back), dressed, and broke my fast. At a loss for what to do with myself — and promising myself that I would not simply spend the day writing you again — and since I could not find either of our sisters — I wandered the lovely halls of Pemberley, introducing myself to your dark, brooding ancestors. Your father’s portrait and I had a lovely chat; we discussed his son’s many virtues, as well as his unfortunate choice in wife. Your father assured me that, however multi
