Mary fell asleep, pleasantly absorbed in her sweet dreams of a passsion most can only dream of. Her mother found her that way in the morning. The book had slipped from her graspe... slackened by the intensity of pleasure which only she could access. the book was open at a particularly artistic drawing of Georgiana, and.... certain others. Mrs Bennett picked it up... and perused the ensuing pages.
"My Goodness!" she squawked with shock.
Mary awoke with a start, under the impression that it was her beloved Georgiana come to seek her in the middle of the night. Here eyes widened with shock as she realised her mother was standing in front of her, staring at the book in horror. Mary gasped.
"Mother!"
"Mr Bennet!!!!" shrieked Mrs Bennet. Clutching ineffectually at the ruffles around her neck. "You know how i suffer with my poor nerves Mary, how could you be so improper. You stray so far from the paths of propriety. I don't know what to do with you, indeed I do not."
Mr Bennet entered in response to his wife's anguished plea.
"Well what is it, why have you disturbed me so early in the morning" He asked impatiently.
"It is your daughter that is disturbed Mr Bennet" exclaimed his wife hysterically ,"She has displayed to me a vulgarity which is surpassed only by her lack of talent at the pianoforte."
Mr Bennet looked puzzled.
"Good God what has she done? I do hope this is not an impropriety reminiscent of our dearest youngest daughter's recent escapades." He looked on in horror at the book open in Mrs Bennet's hands, and turned to his daughter with a frown.
"What is the meaning of this?" He demanded of Mary.
"I..." She searched for something clever and witty to say, somethign that would endear her to him as Lizzy always did. But in vain, she could nto find the words to express the seemingly terrible secret she had locked in her bosom.
"Go to my library child, we shall continue this when you are dressed in a more appropriate manner.I hope by then you will have formulated some kind of explanation for your gross misconduct."
"oh oh oh , Mr Bennett, i do not know what to do with the child, what will become of us all? HILL! Call Hill to me! I feel a faintness coming over my heart, oh my poor nerves!" Mrs Bennet called for Hill in a manner alarmingly robust for someone so close to a swoon.
Mr Bennet sighed, and rolled his eyes. Quietly he left the room, taking the book with him. As he left the room, Hill scuttled in waving a bottle of smelling salts frantically. Mr Bennet retired to his library.
"My Goodness!" she squawked with shock.
Mary awoke with a start, under the impression that it was her beloved Georgiana come to seek her in the middle of the night. Here eyes widened with shock as she realised her mother was standing in front of her, staring at the book in horror. Mary gasped.
"Mother!"
"Mr Bennet!!!!" shrieked Mrs Bennet. Clutching ineffectually at the ruffles around her neck. "You know how i suffer with my poor nerves Mary, how could you be so improper. You stray so far from the paths of propriety. I don't know what to do with you, indeed I do not."
Mr Bennet entered in response to his wife's anguished plea.
"Well what is it, why have you disturbed me so early in the morning" He asked impatiently.
"It is your daughter that is disturbed Mr Bennet" exclaimed his wife hysterically ,"She has displayed to me a vulgarity which is surpassed only by her lack of talent at the pianoforte."
Mr Bennet looked puzzled.
"Good God what has she done? I do hope this is not an impropriety reminiscent of our dearest youngest daughter's recent escapades." He looked on in horror at the book open in Mrs Bennet's hands, and turned to his daughter with a frown.
"What is the meaning of this?" He demanded of Mary.
"I..." She searched for something clever and witty to say, somethign that would endear her to him as Lizzy always did. But in vain, she could nto find the words to express the seemingly terrible secret she had locked in her bosom.
"Go to my library child, we shall continue this when you are dressed in a more appropriate manner.I hope by then you will have formulated some kind of explanation for your gross misconduct."
"oh oh oh , Mr Bennett, i do not know what to do with the child, what will become of us all? HILL! Call Hill to me! I feel a faintness coming over my heart, oh my poor nerves!" Mrs Bennet called for Hill in a manner alarmingly robust for someone so close to a swoon.
Mr Bennet sighed, and rolled his eyes. Quietly he left the room, taking the book with him. As he left the room, Hill scuttled in waving a bottle of smelling salts frantically. Mr Bennet retired to his library.