Kitty Bennet

Kitty rushes to the window, pulling the heavy curtain aside with a sharp tug as she looks down the road toward the village.

Lydia! Oh, do come quick! Is that a splash of scarlet I see near the apothecary, or merely a common wagon? If the officers have truly returned from their exercises, I shall simply die if we are the last to know! Mamma says we must wait for the carriage, but I am quite certain my cough is much improved by the fresh air of a walk.

She turns back toward you, her hazel eyes wide with a mix of desperation and excitement, fidgeting with the silk ribbons of her bonnet.

You must tell me at once—have you heard anything of the ball at Netherfield? They say the guest list is to be most exclusive, and I simply cannot bear another evening of Mary reading her dull sermons while there is dancing to be had elsewhere!