More Letters From Pemberley
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Authors: Jane Dawkins
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Dawkins, Jane
More letters from Pemberley, 1814-1819 : a novel of sisters, husbands, heirs / Jane Dawkins.
p. cm.
ISBN-10: 1-4022-0907-X (trade pbk.)
ISBN-13: 978-1-4022-0907-9 (trade pbk.)
1. Bennet, Elizabeth (Fictitious character)—Fiction. 2. Darcy, Fitzwilliam (Fictitious character)—Fiction. 3. England—Social life and customs—19th century—Fiction. I. Austen, Jane, 1775-1817. Pride and prejudice. II. Title.
PS3554.A9458M67 2007
813’.54—dc22
2007022865
To the readers of
Letters from Pemberley
who asked for more ...
... and to my husband, Charles,
who made it possible
Letter writing is the only device for
combining solitude with good company.
—George Gordon, Lord Byron
First and always, to Jane Austen, whose prose never stales and continues to inspire.
Thanks to Charles Newton of the Victoria and Albert Museum in London for his help with painters of the period … and to Barry Fitzgerald for his help, expertise and friendship.
I am also indebted to Margaret Campilonga for her unstinting support and unwavering enthusiasm for this book and to Deb Werksman, Susie Benton and Rebecca Kilbreath at Sourcebooks for all their support, enthusiasm and hard work.
Lastly, my thanks, love and appreciation to my husband, Chuck, for continuing to save me from the perils of the dark computer abyss, and supporting me in every way.
After writing
Letters
from Pemberley
I thought I was done with the Bennets and Darcys and planned to move on to other things. It was something of a surprise to be asked so often for more, and initially I would respond that sorry, I had nothing more to say on the subject.
Re-reading Jane Austen’s last book,
Persuasion,
(like
Northanger Abbey,
published after her death in 1817) made me think again. In Anne Elliott, Miss Austen gives us a very different, more mature heroine than those in her earlier books. In her late twenties, Anne has had more experience of the world and of the disappointments life brings to each of us along the way. It is tantalising to wonder about the women Jane Austen might have written about in future books had not her life been cut so tragically short.
It was this conjecture that led me to think about the woman Elizabeth Bennet might have matured into as Mrs. Darcy. No longer a girl or a newly-wed, mindful of her duties as a wife and mistress of Pemberley (and, like every other woman of her station and time, imbued with the paramount duty to produce an heir) surely this mantle of responsibility would have added a little gravitas to the Lizzy we all love in
Pride and Prejudice?
This intriguing thought has finally resulted in
More Letters from Pemberley.
The Regency period ends in 1820 after the death of George III, when the Prince Regent finally assumes the throne as George IV. After that time begins a period of great change and social unrest in England which affects all parts of society, among them Reform (of Parliament) and the Industrial Revolution, which is gathering momentum at an astonishing speed. In her first five novels Jane Austen barely mentions the great issue of her day, the Napoleonic Wars, even though with two brothers in the Royal Navy, it was a subject of great personal interest. Not until her final novel,
Persuasion
, does the Royal Navy take a more prominent role. Had she lived into the 1820s and 1830s, she could hardly have avoided having her characters feel the effects of the changes taking place around them, very close to home (especially in Derbyshire, a major centre of the Industrial Revolution!)
With the best will in the world I cannot imagine our Lizzy in the new crinoline fashions of the late 1820s and 1830s, any more than I wish to record Mr. Darcy dealing with the problems which would undoubtedly have arisen when his tenants began to leave the fields in search of wealth in the new northern factories. I will gladly leave those to other pens to describe, and unashamedly choose to leave the Darcys and Bennets at the close of 1819 still in the comfortable, familiar territory of the Regency where we first met them.
Nevertheless, I freely concede that this is not a book Jane Austen might have written. I have made a conscious decision to include the sometimes unpleasant realities of everyday life which would have affected even a family as privileged as the Darcys, and in so doing beg the reader’s indulgence.
Like
Letters from Pemberley,
this book is another patchwork, drawing on Jane Austen’s novels and letters for a delicious line here, a waspish phrase there, and the odd Austen dart delivered with astonishing accuracy to firmly skewer its target. I hope that my attempt to honour her succeeds in entertaining her devoted readers.
Jane Dawkins
Key West, Florida
Wednesday, 12
th
January, 1814
My dear Aunt Gardiner,
My pen might prefer to tell you that the demands of the Christmas festivities here at Pemberley allowed me not a minute to write, not even to a much loved Aunt. Indeed, a clever paragraph or two might even persuade you to feel sorry for me—but my heart will have none of it. I have neglected you abominably these past weeks, and any sorrow you have should be for yourself alone in having such a selfish creature for a Niece.
Let me assure you that we are all well. Jane and Mr. Bingley have left us and returned to The Great House on 27th last. (You have probably heard that my Sister is very well pleased with her new home and finds nothing to contradict our report to her last August. You and I may, I think, congratulate ourselves on our part in the business.) My Mother and Father, Kitty and Mary joined them yesterday. I flatter myself that their time at Pemberley passed not unpleasantly, and trust that they shared some of my own considerable pleasure at having our family together again.
But what of Mr. Darcy’s pleasure, I hear you ask? Indeed, he bore the burden of a houseful of Bennets exceedingly well. If there were some days when he and Mr. Bingley (and sometimes my Father) were absent from home longer than might be expected, I did not notice it; if there were other times when Mr. Darcy and my Father removed themselves to the library for lengthy periods, let it just be said that Mr. Darcy has a high regard for my Father’s opinion and would naturally wish to discuss with him continuing improvements and other matters of a bibliographical nature.
We have had some merry parties here and were joined at various times by Lady Ashton Dennis, the Mansfields, Norlands and dear Eleanor Steventon, who entertained us with stories—often at her own expense—about life in Bath (though I suspect the stories are more amusing in the telling than in the reality). The Daleys, sadly, were obliged to stay at home. Mrs. Daley’s father has been confined to bed with a severe cold for several weeks and she is loath to leave him. Anna and Fanny Norland stayed with us almost a week, insufficient time for Kitty and Fanny to run out of conversation, which was often accompanied by peals of laughter. Anna and Eleanor also engaged in long conversations, though striking quieter, more serious notes.
Mr. Repton’s alterations and improvements, within doors and without, advance very properly. In blessing us with a mild winter, Mother Nature has proved a fine accomplice to our work. My involvement in the building plans is very small, and I am not at all ashamed to confess that, notwithstanding Mr. Repton’s fine water-colour renderings, I am quite unable to speculate on the result of his proposal to extend a line on the Ground Plan by a half-inch here, or to add a second line there, necessitating the removal of a third. He is particularly opinionated about
prospects
and
aspects.
When the former conflicts with the latter, he exercises great ingenuity (he modestly assures his audience) in devising plans to satisfy their contradictory needs. He feels strongly that
aspect
(and you should know that a south-eastern aspect is preferred!) is far more important than
prospect
. Are you not diverted? He is often at odds with the sun itself when its daily journey does not take quite the direction to show Mr. Repton’s work to full advantage. Were it in his power, I have no doubt that he would wish to “improve” the sun also. Nevertheless, I have every confidence that Mr. Darcy and Mr. Repton know what they are about, and limit my own opinions to wall-coverings and curtains, plants and shrubs. A border in the enlarged kitchen garden is being cleared to receive currants and gooseberry bushes, and a spot has been found proper for raspberries. We shall not attempt to vie with Weldon Abbey and The Great House for the finest strawberries, much to the disappointment of Hopwith, the head gardener, who harbours a not-so-secret ambition to outdo them both.
Not without a little trepidation, I informed Mr. Repton that I could not do without a syringa, for the sake of Cowper’s line: “Laburnum rich in streaming gold; syringa, iv’ry pure.” We talk also of a laburnum. Fortified by his approbation, I further summoned my courage to object to the narrowness of the path which Mr. Repton’s plantation has left in one part of the rookery. He has since examined it himself, acknowledges it to be much too narrow, and promises to have it altered. Such are your Niece’s contributions to posterity!
It has struck ten; I must go to breakfast where I hope to have the pleasure of my Husband’s company if he is returned from shooting. Yesterday, accompanied by Mr. Daley, he went out very early and came home like a bad shot, for they had killed nothing at all.
Yrs very affectionately,
E. Darcy