Elizabeth Bennet writing to her elder sister, Jane Bennet, during her stay at Rosings.
Dear Jane,
I first began writing this letter quite awhile ago, but it has taken me a while still to get this far. My original intentions for writing to you, my dear sister, were to see how everyone is doing. My stay at Rosings has been enjoyable. Charlotte has done everything, I think, that is possible to make me feel welcome here; (though Mr. Collins still praises Lady Catherine with every word, it seems, which can become tiresome…). But, sister dear, I am a bit distressed. Mr. Darcy came today; I was just sitting here in the parlor (writing to you), and he walked in. He said very little, and almost as quickly as he came, he left, uttering, “Good day, Miss Elizabeth,” as he went. Charlotte, having just returned, witnessed the event, and asked what I had done to “poor Mr. Darcy”, and I had no idea, and so told her such. (I discovered that he was staying here at Rosings the day I met Lady Catherine and her daughter. The same day I learned that he is her nephew.) Why this troubles me so, I know not, dear sister. The hour grows late, and ’tis hard to see to write.
