Being Mrs. Bennet

Being Mrs. Bennet

I’m writing again! Hallelujah! A few months before my family moved to Switzerland, I got swept up in the mayhem and put down my pen. Now we have been here over a year, and what a year it has been! I’ve never traveled so much in my life. My daughter is back in a regular school return (and on her way to becoming quite the little Swiss miss), and I have finally managed to reclaim those precious hours of the day when I can let my imagination soar. It’s marvelous.

I left hanging in limbo two large projects when I stopped writing those many months ago. I wrote the rough draft of my first
regency romance, The Prodigal Husband, for NaNoWriMo in 2014. I’ve done a second draft, but it needs revisiting before I can publish it. The other more pressing project is Being Mrs. Bennet, which I was posting on A Happy Assembly when The Big Move took over my life. I left the story at a crucial moment, and my poor readers hanging on edge. It is time to give the tale its long awaited ending.

As this is where my mind is these days, I thought I would provide a snippet from Bring Mrs. Bennet. It is an odd tale, and I already shared the crucial scene from the beginning of the story when Alison Bateman, soccer mom extraordinaire and avid Janeite, first finds herself inhabiting the body of Mrs. Bennet. You can read it in my post, Where is my muse? Today I give you a scene I wrote last week, when my muse took me in an unexpected direction. Where she leads, I follow. The setting is Pemberley at the time in Pride and Prejudice when Elizabeth makes her visit. In my revision, it is a drastically altered family Bennet who have all joined the Gardiners on their Derbyshire excursion. Here is Miss Bingley making her first appearance in the book, reacting to news of the unexpected guests. I hope you enjoy it.

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Alison Steadman as Mrs. Bennet, 1995. Yes, she is my title character’s namesake.

Caroline Bingley was not happy, and being the sort who must share her unhappiness with all those around her, she had been dutifully pouring her woes into the long-suffering ears of her sister, Louisa Hurst.

“Not the moment we set foot in the house our host and hostess abandoned us to wait on the Bennet (pronounced with appropriate derision) family of Longbourn! How is it they are here, Louisa? This is no mere coincidence. They have tracked Charles here, some how or another, and Darcy, too, I should think.”

“Had they wished to hound us for an acquaintance, they might have done it far more easily and cheaply in London.”

Caroline shrugged her shoulders in dismissal of her sister’s commonsense. “It does not truly matter where they pursued him: the fact of the matter is that they did pursue him! Jane will have him down on one knee to her within days.”

“I do not think Jane Bennet in the least conniving …”

“No,” Caroline interrupted, “but her mother is. One should be able to rely on Mrs. Bennet to give my brother a disgust of the family, but he has proved too happily blind in the past to be counted on for anything more discerning in the future.”

“Then there is nothing to be done but trust Charles’ judgment not to align himself unequally,” Louisa hopefully conceded, wanting to bring the interview to an end.

“Have you gone mad? The entire point is that he cannot be trusted!”

“And what do you plan to do about it? You will not flee Pemberley as you did Netherfield.”

“Of course not. It would not do to leave the field open to her.”

“Who? Mrs. Bennet?”

Caroline snorted. “Do not be ridiculous. Eliza Bennet is the far more dangerous member of the family.”

“You attribute your own feelings to her. I have never seen any indication in her behavior that she would stoop to such machinations as you so readily employ. What a wonderful education our father squandered on you,” shaking her head sadly.

Caroline rose to her most perfect, imposing posture: that for which her teachers had oft provided praise. “Only think what Eliza would do with such a privilege! Her natural propensity for deceit is frightening enough.” Louisa failed to conceal a smirk, causing Caroline to glower. “I do not know what there is in this situation to find amusing! You want yourself allied to the Bennet family as little as I do.”

“True, and we did our best to discourage the union. If it happens despite our best efforts, we ought to resign ourselves to the notion. But this has little to do with Charles and Jane. You are simply frightened of Eliza’s power over Darcy.”

“I certainly am not,” she instinctively denied.

“Of course you are. No one has ever seen him display such an interest in a lady, and you have been striving to ensnare him for years. You had best reassess your sights, my dear, for nothing will ever come of it.”

She turned to stare out the window. “I am a guest in his house. If I cannot make the most of such an opportunity, then perhaps I am unworthy to be its mistress.”

“Just be sure you don’t make the worst of it instead. If we are to lose this battle, Caroline, let us at least lose it with grace.”

“If only it were anyone else!” Caroline lamented.

Thankfully hearing the sounds of resignation in her sister’s words, Louisa sought to distract her. “Come. You will feel better after breakfasting. The gentlemen are long gone, but Miss Darcy and Mrs. Annesley might still be lingering at the table. Good company will cheer you up.”

Caroline scoffed. “We had best get it in before the worst possible company arrives. How shall I bear to be civil to the Bennets? It is impossible.”

“You shall manage. Just remember that Jane might be the next mistress of Netherfield. For what else was all your schooling?” Caroline scowled, an expression she would really do better to avoid, and preceded her sister out the door. Louisa overlooked the slight and followed. “It seems we have already missed Miss Darcy. I hear her in the music room,” she casually commented.

Caroline paused on the stairs and listened. “I hear two players. So much for good company! At least we may continue our discussion over breakfast.” She pointedly ignored her sister’s heavy sigh and continued on her way to the breakfast room, where she found Mrs. Annesley finishing her repast. Surprised by the sight, she mumbled an instinctive good morning before retreating back into the hall.

“Caroline?” Louisa questioned such strange behavior, excusing herself to the bewildered companion before following her sister across the hall to the saloon that housed Georgiana’s fine instrument. The music stopped, but a burst of giggles hastened Miss Bingley’s steps. It took her a moment to process precisely who it was sitting beside her hostess on the bench, only slowly recognizing her as one of the younger Bennet girls. The mousy one, she thought dismissively, quickly taking in the lady’s fashionable attire and welcoming carriage, though not so much as before.

“Mrs. Hurst, Miss Bingley,” said Georgiana, rising. “I believe you are previously acquainted with my friend, Mary Bennet?” They all supplied the necessary acknowledgements. “Miss Bennet was so good as to call on me early this morning, that we might have some time alone,” she shyly hinted.

“I love my sisters, but at times it is hard to have a proper conversation when we are all in one room,” Mary said easily. “Sometimes it seems we make enough noise to drown out the Parlement of Fouls.”

“Perhaps Chaucer had sisters too?” Georgiana quipped, and both girls laughed, until they noticed that the other ladies had not a notion of what they spoke. Composing themselves, the two shared a secret smile.

Miss Bingley just stared.

“As the entertainment for the morning is music, may we presume you were practicing a piece for the company’s enjoyment?” Mrs. Hurst inquired, seeing her sister at an unusual loss for words.

“Indeed!” Georgiana gratefully agreed. “Though it would be best if we could spend some more time preparing.”

“Of course. We were on our way into breakfast when we learned you had company. We merely wished to greet Miss Bennet and shall now leave you to your music.” Taking Caroline’s arm, Louisa ushered her out the door.

“Are they not bosom companions?” Caroline muttered as they crossed the hall.

“Miss Mary has improved,” Louisa noted.

“Indeed. And quite miraculously, I am sure. Yet inserting herself into the household at so early an hour is just like a Bennet. At least she is presentable, so we may assume she did not walk from Lambton.”

Louisa sighed once more. The day showed every promise of being exceedingly tiresome. Unthinkingly, she followed Caroline when that lady made an unexpected detour towards the stairwell.

“I think I shall change my gown. The orange sarcenet is more becoming. Come with me, Louisa, that I may have the benefit of your opinion.”

“But what of breakfast?” Louisa said with a longing glance down the hall.

“Who can think of food at such a time? Come along, Louisa. I need you.”

“A please might be novel,” Mrs. Hurst mumbled under her breath while ascending the stairs.

“What is that?”

“Just clearing my throat. I was looking forward to a cup of tea.”

“We’ll ring for it. Mr. Darcy has such numerous staff. Twill be no burden.”

Caroline was mistaken. Though Pemberley was certainly amply staffed and well run by Mrs. Reynolds, nothing in that estimable woman’s previous experience had quite prepared her for the exigencies of this particular morning. It began when she entered the kitchen to find the master in deep conference with cook. He was inspecting tarts made the night before and advising on the delicacies yet to be prepared for the expected guests. There was to be an ample tea served in the saloon and several baskets required by the fishing party. None of this was extraordinary, but Mr. Darcy’s presence in the kitchen discussing such matters was, particular his emphasis on one young lady’s tastes.

“Miss Elizabeth likes cucumber sandwiches. And blackberry tarts. Tis a shame you made strawberry.”

“Miss Bingley expressed her preference for them, sir. I’ll send the girl to gather some blackberries and have them made up in time for tea.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Pearson. You are a gem,” and he strode off as if his retainers weren’t staring at him in shock.

“What do you make of that, Mrs. Reynolds?”

“Miss Elizabeth Bennet … I think I had best inspect the music room, Mrs. Pearson. It might need additional attention.”

From that moment on the staff of Pemberley was thrown into a flurry of dusting, waxing, polishing, and flower arranging. The early arrival of Mary Bennet caused no little consternation as additional refreshments were called for right in midst of Mrs. Pearson’s tart making. All her kitchen hands had been requisitioned by Mrs. Reynolds to help make the already pristine Pemberley additionally spotless. When Caroline Bingley and Louisa Hurst called for late breakfast trays in the former’s room, rather than availing themselves of the large and neglected repast in the breakfast room, cook was in no temper to cater to them.

“Thank goodness she’s out,” Mrs. Pearson muttered before sending up cold tea and strawberry tarts.

 

16 Responses to Being Mrs. Bennet

  1. Loved it! Before reading your books, never realized the intrigue and cunning of females, or the appearance of coincidence when most situations were well planned by the “weaker sex!” Welcome back and I too look forward to your book.

  2. You have been missed my dear, welcome back. What I have just read was delightful, such a tease. I love seeing Caroline tossed on her ear by the Bennet girls. Yeah, she gets so bent out of shape and then her true colors shine… and I don’t mean orange.

    • My pleasure! That it is. For better or for worse, I know I’ll b doing it many times more. It’s the story of my life. I really think if the kid had just been able to start school earlier, it wouldn’t have taken me so long to start writing.

    • I’m so glad readers are enjoying this story so much. When I started, I had so little clue where this tale would take me. No notion I was writing another autumnal romance, or even a romance. The muse takes me wonderful places, but she’s definitely leading the show. If I’m driving, I’m driving blind. End is coming soon!

    • Got any plans this fall? I owe you an email. I say I’d like to publish this soon, but I’m somewhat dependent on the world’s best editor.

  3. Oh Alexa thank goodness you have started writing again. I haven’t read any other parts of this book but after reading this excerpt I’m definitely looking forward to reading the rest. Any idea when it might be published? Probably not but I hope it won’t be too long. Thanks for sharing and happy writing! ??

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