This is the George Wickham I know. Well, I know him on a much more intimate level. But I am quite bound to boring rules of propriety.
I feel like Tils is constantly thinking about what I say with the upper right corner words as his private thoughts — kept silent of course. As a gentleman, naturally.
My dear Miss Divine, I should happily be expelled from polite society, if I were to retain your company.
Do I have your word, sir?
Of course! Unlike some, I never break a promise.
I believe this might be directed at a absent member of this little community, said to be off on his own, walking the streets at night in Manchester, while his wife is left at home without company or an occupation. Can you imagine another?
Oh la! You know nothing, Mr. Tilney.
My dear Miss Grey,
My “cray cray” husband and I are working out our differences. Which perhaps might not be so different. But it is too good to share now. Must run!
|04.08.12 @ 04:51||Permalink|