Hello readers! We are very excited to welcome back author Catherine Lodge to Austenesque Reviews today! A few weeks ago you may remember we participated in a cover reveal for Ms. Lodge’s debut release, Fair Stands the Wind, where we learned that our dear Mr. Darcy is actually a second son enlisted in the navy!! (Sounds so interesting, doesn’t it?) Today, Catherine shares some interesting little vignettes that feature the various ways her characters are spending a Sunday afternoon. We hope you enjoy!
Mrs Bennet has always hated Sunday afternoons. Everyone is so slow and stupid after their midday meal and even her sister does not call. She glances at The Ladies Magazine in her lap. That gown would suit her to perfection, for even after five children she still retains much of her former figure, and the sleeves would drape so beautifully over her wrists and show off her hands, she is secretly very proud of her hands. At least she thinks it is a secret.
She wishes Lydia was still at home, she was such a cheerful girl and Kitty was driving her to distraction with that cough. Mary was hammering away at the piano in the parlour, she had half a mind to sell it and have a little peace and quiet in her own home. Only the fact that a gentleman’s home must have an instrument stops her.
She stifles a belch, she is sure Cook is not nearly so careful now Mr Bennet is not at home. That joint did not taste quite as it should. She had better have a dose of her cordial before tea. If only Brother were not so mean with the housekeeping! She has spent her allowance and quarter day is almost six weeks away. She should never have let herself be tempted by that cap and those slippers and the new carpet for the upstairs landing. And that was another thing, the carpet should have come out of the household account not her own money. Brother was being most unfair, if only there was someone…..
And then she had an idea, an absolutely wonderful idea. And Mr Bennet said she was a fool, she would wager he had never had an idea like this.
The vicar’s son is feeling sleepy. Sundays are always so dull, father will not allow his family to have any fun on Sundays, so after they have eaten they have to sit around the house and Martha reads to them. He really hates “The History of Sandford and Merton”. They have been through it three times already but even so it is better than the Bible. He knows it is very wicked to say so but he cannot understand The Bible, it is full of thees and thous and eths and even when you get a good story like Samson and the Lion, or Gideon and Jericho, or Noah and the Ark it is spoiled by all the eths. He does not mind the Bible in church, you can look at the tombs and the stained glass windows and the girl he is going to marry is sitting in the pew in front of theirs so he can watch her sing. Martha drones on, at least Dickie does voices but he is away at school. His stomach is full of baked apples, the room is warm and stuffy, he falls asleep and as he does so he dreams of his love and her golden hair.
Really that girl will be the death of her. She knows nothing and seems to want to know nothing, her manners are appalling and she has been taught to expect whatever she demands. They had known all that before she arrived, but this is the height of ……. words fail her. She knew that Lydia would require a lot of care, but to attempt to sneak out of the house to meet the young man apprenticed to the instrument maker at the bottom of Grace Street was beyond anything she had expected. How on earth had she managed to meet the boy in the first place? Well, Lydia could cry and storm all she liked, she would stay in her room until she and her husband had decided what on earth they could do about her.
The captain sits in his great cabin just after noon. The cabin is flooded with light, it is Sunday, a fine day with an intensely blue, cloudless sky. The wind has died and he hardly notices the swell as he sits at his table and writes the next instalment of his letter to her. Somewhere aft, the Master at Arms is leading a party in the cutlass drill, but he doesn’t hear the clash of metal on metal, his pen moves almost without his thoughts to guide it.
Opposite his table sits his guest, sleeping off his noonday meal in the captain’s favourite chair. so he adds a quick pen and ink portrait, tactfully closing the open mouth which, to be frank, makes the man look more than slightly imbecilic.
Occasionally, he glances at the last letter from her which is open on his desk before him. The letters from his mother were all lost when the Artemis was holed below the waterline off Ushant just after he first made lieutenant: he stores all his wife’s letters in a lead-lined box. He hopes she enjoys his letters as much as he enjoys hers, he wonders if she looks forward to them as much as he does, he wonders if he deceived her as thoroughly as he deceived himself.
Oohh!! This was very sneaky of you, Catherine! You didn’t really give much away! We can’t tell for sure who is in each scene… I have so many questions! Why is Mr. Bennet from home? What is Mrs. Bennet’s plan? What is Lydia doing? What is going on in that last scene! There is one thing I know for certain…I can’t wait to find out all the answers to my questions!! 😉 Thanks so much for sharing Catherine!
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Thank you to Catherine Lodge, Janet Taylor, and the lovely people at Meryton Press for making this blog tour possible! Click the image below to check out the rest of the tour!