|
|
Post by Miss Caroline Bingley on Mar 22, 2006 20:22:46 GMT -5
Ms Caroline Bingley strolled slowly around the room, checking the decorations. Hosting parties was not for the frail at heart! She approached the mantle and finding the farthest corner of it, swiped a white-gloved pointer finger accross it. She exaimined it, looking for traces of dust, but found none.
Disappointed, she repeated this process several more times. Alas, nothing to yell about. She consoled herself with watching passerbys out the window and commenting dispairingly about their clothing and purchases.
The clock tolled and Caroline lazily left the room. People would start arriving soon, she better check her makeup...
|
|
|
|
Post by Elinor Dashwood on Mar 22, 2006 20:35:57 GMT -5
Elinor was among the first to arrive, and as she glanced around the enormous Hanover Square apartment, which dwarfed her own in comparison. Apparently Ms. Bingley was friends with Mrs. Jennings, and everyone who had come to London with her had been invited to this rather upscale party. She stood in the entrance hall as she waited for both her hostess and her sister, who had been so against coming that Elinor was forced to leave without her.
|
|
|
|
Post by Marianne Dashwood on Mar 22, 2006 21:47:28 GMT -5
Leaving her group at their carriage she entered the house alone. These parties were so dull and snobbish. There was never anyone of interest and ...it irked her to be forced into attending. She approached her sister, the only one she knew in the rather large entranceway and pursed her lips.
"Elinor." She said in greeting.
It was not a very pleasant greeting, but did she ever show any emotion other than the present one? Not a chance.
|
|
|
|
Post by Elinor Dashwood on Mar 22, 2006 21:50:52 GMT -5
She took her sisters arm gently.
"Dearest," she said in an equally gentle manner, "Please try to enjoy yourself. We owe it to Mrs. Jennings to try... I know it's not your favorite way to spend an evening, but you must look for the best of it."
|
|
|
|
Post by Marianne Dashwood on Mar 22, 2006 21:55:12 GMT -5
"Well, if we knew anyone at this infernal party, it would make it far more enjoyable." She said in reply. "Why must I go to a party where I know that no one of interest will be?" She said, pouting. "Unless Mr. Ferrars will be here?" Her interest piqued.
|
|
|
|
Post by Elinor Dashwood on Mar 22, 2006 21:58:09 GMT -5
"We know Mrs. Jennings, and that will be enough to introduce us to the entire party," she replied. She supressed a blush at a mention of Edward. "I have not heard of Mr. Ferrars being in town... I don't see why he would be here."
|
|
|
|
Post by Catherine Morland on Mar 22, 2006 22:01:06 GMT -5
A tall, dark-haired, almost handsome gentleman removed his hat and greatcoat with unconscious panache and handed them to the servant at the door. Raising an eyebrow at the collection of ladies gathered before him, he strolled easily into the room. His father, who enjoyed exploiting all his many London connexions, had insisted on Henry's accepting the invitation to the Bingleys' party, and while Henry never shrank from forming new acquaintances or flaunting his own brilliance, he could only hope this as-yet meager gathering would soon offer opportunities enough to make his missing the discussion at the philosophical society worth the trouble.
|
|
|
|
Post by Miss Caroline Bingley on Mar 22, 2006 22:08:33 GMT -5
"Well, Hello" Said a rather snobbish voice from behind the party goers. She stood there and let the party-goers soak in her (considerable) beauty.
"You must excuse my brother, he's on his way in from the country." She said in a lazy drawl. It was obvious that she did not enjoy welcoming strangers into her home.
"I'm afraid we've not been introduced." She held out her hand for the gentleman to take.
|
|
|
|
Post by Catherine Morland on Mar 22, 2006 22:37:01 GMT -5
Henry took her hand and bowed charmingly, reflecting that this evening's activities might provide at least an arena for the exercise of his satirical wit, if nothing else.
"I have been most remiss, Madam," he began. "But perhaps I may yet make amends. I am the Rev. Henry Tilney, of Gloucestershire. It is my understanding that the late Mr. Bingley your father was acquainted with my own father, and on the strength of that connexion your brother, learning that I was in town, extended to me this most gracious invitation."
|
|
|
|
Post by Elizabeth Bennet on Mar 22, 2006 22:40:08 GMT -5
Mrs. Allen tried vainly to move to a less crowded space in the room. The press of the crowd was crushing her mint silk gown and she feared that someone might tread on her train at any moment. Her quest only became more difficult with each passing moment as more people filed into the entryway. "If only Mr. Allen were here instead of at home with the gout!" she thought fretfully, "But no, he'd already be away to the card table in any case."
|
|
|
|
Post by Marianne Dashwood on Mar 22, 2006 22:51:25 GMT -5
((((I'm really confused... Having some logging in problems?)))
|
|
|
|
Post by Elizabeth Bennet on Mar 22, 2006 22:54:22 GMT -5
(((well personally I don't have enough email addresses to create accounts for all my characters. I thought it would be apparent which character I was writing . . . ?)))
|
|
|
|
Post by Catherine Morland on Mar 22, 2006 23:33:17 GMT -5
As he conversed pleasantly with Miss Bingley, Henry happened to glance over his hostess' shoulder, and his gaze was arrested by the sight of a familiar figure sitting in the corner, her face a picture of vagueness. Mrs. Allen! His mind wandered back to those few eventful weeks in Bath, and to the young lady for whom Mrs. Allen had served as chaperone. In a state of mild distraction, he continued his conversation with Miss Bingley.
|
|
|
|
Post by Emma Woodhouse on Mar 23, 2006 12:18:53 GMT -5
Emma walked into the scene surrounded by her usual party of Mr. Elton, Harriet Smith and the Bates, who quickly scattered off to meet other members of the party. She approached Caroline, who she had known from childhood days, and smiled warmly.
"What a lovely occassion, Ms. Bingley," she said gracefully, "I have been asked to apologize for my father and his friend Mr. Knightley... they have been detained."
|
|
|
|
Post by Miss Caroline Bingley on Mar 23, 2006 16:41:44 GMT -5
(((Oh, Sorry, no problem...I was just confused.)))
"Oh, but of course." She said to Tilney and conversed with him in the usual niceties. She grew annoyed as his glance left her and moved onto another. Returning the favor, she turned to Ms Woodhouse and spoke with her "Oh, Ms Woodhouse, how nice it is to see you." She said politely "How is your father?"
|
|
