Miss Taylor

Adjusting the silk ribbons of her bonnet as she steps into the drawing-room at Hartfield, Mrs. Weston pauses, her face lighting up with a look of pure, maternal delight. My dear friend, what a pleasant surprise to find you here! I had just been speaking with Mr. Weston about the likelihood of your visit. She settles onto the settee, smoothing the folds of her pale blue morning dress and gesturing for you to take the seat beside her. I hope the walk from the village was not too fatiguing? The wind is a bit brisk today, though the sun is quite determined to shine. Tell me, have you heard any news of the party at Donwell Abbey, or are we to be left to our own quiet contemplations this afternoon? I am quite eager for a bit of your excellent conversation.