We Muse Pursue Our Hearts' Desire

Caroline and I enjoyed our stay at Ramsgate, and I feel the visit has lifted Mr. Darcy's spirits to some extent; however, the stay has led me to a most significant revelation. As I observed Miss. Darcy, I found her to be an extraordinarily accomplished and beautiful young woman, however I also saw significant incompatibility between she and I. She does not enjoy the beauties of life, as Jane always did, and she is always so aggressive at her works; a life spent with her would be far too stressful for me to bear. Anyway, I have come to the realization that we must spend our lives with those who make us happy. We must marry for love, and not connections. I see now why Mr. Darcy was so compelled to propose to Elizabeth, and how he is just in doing so. And I see now that I cannot chose to spend my life with Miss. Darcy.

Polo

Earlier today Mr. Darcy and I engaged in a friendly match of polo at Ramsgate. It was my best attempt to lifting his spirits; I thought the fresh environment of Ramsgate, the presence of his sister, and an afternoon of friendly sports to be the perfect remedy to my friend's negative disposition. Unfortunately, however, Mr. Darcy seemed distracted the whole of the afternoon; the dear man tried to appreciate my efforts and enjoy the company, but it was of no use, I could see from a mile away that his mind was on Elizabeth. In fact, Mr Darcy, at one point, actually fell off his horse due to his absent-mindedness. Caroline immediately ran to his aid (She, Miss. Darcy, along with a few of her friends and the servants were observing from the sidelines); she began scolding and lashing the poor horse, to which Mr. Darcy paid little attention as he collected himself. I do worry about Caroline sometimes, she can be so vengeful.

He Only Wishes The Best For Me

I still cannot comprehend Mr. Darcy's feelings for Elizabeth. How could he peruse a girl of such a low status? Did he not advise me to the just the opposite? If Mr. Darcy thinks it appropriate to persue Elizabeth, why is it that I should not follow my love for Jane? Oh no, but it is because he expects me to marry Miss. Darcy; I know my good friend only wishes the best for me, but I just don't know If I can marry without love.

Support For My Good Friend

I was quite relieved upon receiving Mr. Darcy back from Rosings this past week. My lord, I have never seen the man in lower spirits. I should think this is the direct result of his rejection by Elizabeth; how could the man have become so obsessed with that girl? Regardless, we are to engage in a game of polo this afternoon; I am hoping to distract him from the topic of Elizabeth, and a bit of fun and high spirits will do him well. I intend to provide my good friend with the compassion and friendship he most desperately needs at his low hour.

A Sunday Well Spent

I have been in constant search of ways to occupy myself around Pemberly; one can only bend over a piano for so long. Mr. Darcy's Library is inconceivable in is size and diversity; upon returning home from mass Sunday morning I spent a quarter of an hour simply searching it's shelves for a book that looks interesting, and after finding no definitive end to the reference section, I quit the attempt. The weather outside was superb, and I could not resist the opportunity to spend the remainder of the day calling on Mr. Darcy's good neighbors and riding on horseback along the isle.

- Charles Bingly

There's No Place Like London

Last night I attended the most enjoyable reception of the Gentleman's Society of London. I found the opportunity to converse with more agreeable gentleman than I can remember; however, I had little time to prate, for the number of ravishing young ladies requesting my acquaintance was simply overwhelming. I danced until I found difficulty in standing, and yet there was something strangely unfulfilling about the endeavor. Regardless, the persona of the city is not comparable to that of any other place in England! Perhaps I should quit Netherfield, but I, for some reason, just cannot bring myself to do it.

- Charles Bingly

Alone at Pemberly

Mr. Darcy departed yesterday to visit his aunt in Huntsford, and I have been left alone to tend to Pemberly in his absence. My friend does have grand taste, but his estate is just too large and lonely for my taste. I never quite noticed how dark and silent the house is with both Caroline and Darcy gone. I do miss the fields and pastures of Netherfield, perhaps I shall return there for the summer. I will have to convince Caroline that Neterfield is not worth quitting; she is adamant that I should dispose of my lease on the property.

- Charles Bingly

Jane... No! It cannot work.

I found myself thinking, once again, of Jane as I made my return to Pemberly this afternoon. It was something about London's financial district that reminded me of her residence in the city; Gracechurch street is not five blocks from my offices. I do admit to my desire to visit her, to see her delicate visage once again, but no! Mr. Darcy and Caroline are right, there is no benefit in Jane's pursuit. It cannot work.

- Charles Bingly