Summerview Park IC

The manor feels very quiet — even our dear hostess has ceased her gossiping.

I did see that we shall be having another play, and one of my favorites. I look forward to trying out... perhaps Titania? (I jest.)

I fear I have not much of a voice this morning, and I have quite the aching head.

Oh dear, I do think I had too much to drink last night. At first I thought I was just being forgetful but then by the third drink, I knew something was strange. And then it seemed rude to leave my cup full!

I have all the regrets.

I am quite appreciative of Mr. Bertram's direction of our fine production. I merely made a comical remark about my role being quite small when suddenly I find myself a mere 3 feet tall.

This will make having dinner quite the fete.

I'd be more upset if I wasn't so amused.

Touche, Lady Whistledown. Point to you.

Knowing well that she does not wish to be mentioned in such communiques, I am writing this here with full knowledge and agreement of Miss Bennet.

Prior to Saturday evening's ball, we had not made any plans to dance together in excess. Indeed, though I did pen my own name to Miss Bennet's dance card for the first two turns of the evening, I did not claim anything more than that. I was even witness to Mr Henry Crawford claiming a turn of his own, but by the time music had begun and couples taken their places, we once more found ourselves across from one another, quite without intending to be.

In one round, Miss Bennet and I both attempted to abstain from the dancing entirely, with each of us taking up separate places at the refreshment table. But, again, the same outcome was unintentionally achieved.

While this was most assuredly an unkind trick from our Hostess, I implore you all not to allow such events to color the reputation of Miss Bennet, who has certainly done nothing to earn any ill judgment.

WHO: Capt. Frederick Wentworth & Miss Anne Elliot
WHAT: Trapped in a parlor
WHEN: May 17
WHERE: A parlor somewhere in the manor
RATING: SFW
STATUS: Complete

( It appears to be our turn for tricks )

I wish to offer my sincerest apologies to Mr Tomley- and anyone else for whom I may have caused offense- with my disturbance during yesterday morning's church services.

I found myself wholly unable to speak for the remainder of the day, no matter how I tried. My voice is quite fine today, without a hint of rasp or injury. More strangeness, as Mr Crawford discovered most recently, it seems.

It was lovely to meet everyone at the assembly. I will confess, the idea that we were required to stay until matched seemed a bit much to me and so I hopped on my horse, intent to reassess and see if this was truly what I wanted.

Unfortunately, no matter how far my horse and I rode, we just kept coming back the other side of the Park.

Ladies and gentlemen, I would get comfortable. I don't think we can physically leave.