janebecomes: (friends with Tom)
After talking to Mrs. Radcliffe, Jane and Tom retired to a charming coffee shop that Tom knew of. As she contemplates her drink, Jane traces designs on the table, the past day has not been easy.

She was too clever at dinner the night before and Tom's uncle did not approve and Mrs. Radcliffe seemed so unhappy.

It is so hard to know what to say to voice these worries without betraying her own fear of losing their chance together.
janebecomes: (reading)
My dear Mr. Lefroy,
I anticipate the days when I may see you eagerly. All of the plans proceed apace here as the Comtesse has decided that I need at least one new dress to see you in London. She has even won over my mother to the idea. It is of some assistance that I will be traveling onward to see my sister in Plymouth.

For myself, I do admit that I have started to watch the days until I may see you. If we are to go to dancing in London than perhaps that new frock will be put to rather good use. I am grateful for your confidence in me and I hope that I shall not fail it when I meet your uncle.

I am quite sure that if there are any difficulties that the Comtesse will do her best to provide a distraction, she is distracting Henry quite well. I do hope that they will find some measure of happiness as I pray that we will.

I hope that when next we speak it shall be face to face.
Ever yours,
J. Austen
janebecomes: (considering a word)
My dear Tom,

I read your letter with delight. I look forward to London more each day and do miss the moments that we shared in the woods and other places in between. Of late, there was a glorious dance held in Milliways with a marvelous variety of styles of dance. I wish that you might have joined me that night for whenever I dance, I wish that I was dancing with you. For the occasion, I even wore a dress that was of a slightly modern cut that I feel you might have approved of.

It pleases me greatly that you have learned the charms of Selbourne Wood, but I do look happily anticipate the bustle of London. For while trees may be inspiring in their peace, they do not make the most exciting companions.

Mayhaps I can show you my skill in mixing drinks when I visit though not near your uncle. I have been reading some of his judgments and do hope that I will sufficiently impress him. Henry appears to believe so, but he is my brother and obliged to say such things. I will strive to please him for I wish nothing more than to announce our engagement to all.

Now if only time will speed for us so that soon we will be together once more.

Yours Ever,
Jane Austen

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Apr. 12th, 2010 11:59 pm
janebecomes: (a writer)
My dear Tom,

I think you would be quite amused by quite how long it took me to write this simple note to you. Yet it has as I find myself worrying over the words and wondering what you will think of what I choose to say. I did find some distraction as I bartended at Milliways this past evening and you were in my thoughts as I searched for drinks. Perhaps together, we might find a door for you once more.

London feels such a distance and with it the warmth of you. Henry believes that with the Comtesse's help, they will be able to arrange a visit to London. My father approves of our plan though we have not spoken to my mother yet. I would rather tell her of an engagement than a probable one. I wish this letter could conjure you to me to tell you all of your thoughts as I wish to tell you mine but it shall do for now.
With great love,
Jane
janebecomes: (wonder at the carnival)
The day is already quite beautiful as they move towards the fair.

Jane is grinning as Lucy does her best to try and hold Tom's attention.

Though its hard to look at just one thing since there's so much swirling around them.

She lost track of where everyone else has gone off to but its lovely to just walk and listen.
janebecomes: (sucess in a man's world)
The road was muddy but Jane enjoyed it even more because she could tramp and tramp on her way to mail the letter to Cassandra.

That horrible, snobbish, infuriating Tom Lefroy, she would not give him the satisfaction of anything.

How dare he even dare think that she thought badly of her home, her home, she would decimate him next time they met.

Not that she wished to meet him of course, the lout but next time, oh next time she would be prepared.

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