Holy Writing Goals, Batman!
We left off with:
More than once, during the night, her gaze flew to the chair the citizens of Meryton left empty in honor of their dearly departed friend.
And now for today's selection:
“Are you and your sisters anxious to meet Mr. Bingley and his party, Eliza?”
Miss Charlotte Lucas, one of Elizabeth’s dearest friends, had come alongside and handed her a welcomed glass of punch.
“Not anxious, per se; more curious, I think.” She took a sip of her punch. “You have met the gentleman, what is your opinion?”
“He’s amiable and quite young. Well, younger than me, although, these days, most gentlemen of marriageable age are.”
Elizabeth looped her arm through Charlotte’s and gave it a squeeze.
“You are too hard on yourself. My aunt Gardiner was about your age when she met and married my uncle, and look how happy they are.”
“Eliza, next to such beauties as you and your ethereal sister, Jane, no woman stands a chance of capturing the eye of any eligible gentleman.”