Caroline's Monologue

My time in Netherfield has been all but several days, and yet I am filled with anticipation to make the company of Longbourne’s loveliest females. The whispers of many have allowed me to believe they are all very fine indeed, only adding to the perpetual excitement for my newly appointed home. My dear sister Caroline is undoubtedly longing for company almost as much as myself, further adding to my eagerness in becoming an official Netherfield resident. It has become apparent to me that my dear sister Caroline is keeping a close eye on Darcy, much to his displeasure one would assume. I fear that Darcy has not the character for gentler women such as her, and lacks the agreeable exterior that I know she definitely deserves. Never mind that though,

His advice while helpful and full of merit, is often odd and rather questionable, and is more often than not given without any request of my own. I do not doubt his sincerity, despite me frequently hearing him speak of his other acquaintances in quite the scathing fashion. In fact, I’m uncertain if I’ve heard him speak well of anyone outside of his family, maybe his opinion of me is actually not agreeable? I’ll never know the truth, however ill choose not to dwell, ill trust in the friendship between us and that will be the end of

Although not one to complain, his irritation manifests itself in less overt ways. He paces. He makes more snide remarks. He disappears outside. Visiting other estates is one of my greatest pleasures. New grounds to explore and fresh forests for hunting. But Darcy has seen none of this happiness in the past week and a half. I cannot quite put my finger on what makes him uneasy, and it is quite frustrating. Normally, the chance to travel and to be outside would thrill him, but something is amiss. He has been writing to Georgiana an uncommon amount, and speaks frequently of returning to London and then to Pemberley. I have resolved to leave him be on the matter, for I hope it is but a passing