Nervously Evie followed the Doctor out of the TARDIS and took the arm that he was offering to her. She felt like such an idiot walking around in a long dress with gloves and a bonnet on, but at least everyone else was as well. She felt marginally less of an idiot than she had in her twenty-first century outfit.
"Ah! Miss Jones!" A voice called from behind them. Evie and the Doctor turned at the shout, seeing Lydia walking quickly towards them, three other young women behind her. "Miss Jones, Doctor Jones, may I introduce you to my older sisters, Miss Mary Bennet and Miss Katherine Bennet, and our good friend Miss Maria Lucas. Mary, Kitty, Maria, this is Doctor Jones and his sister Miss Evie Jones. They're from London."
"It's a pleasure to meet you." The Doctor said beaming. He bowed low to the three girls. Evie smiled too, nodding her head as she'd seen in the period dramas her grandmother liked watching.
"They were attending a costume party, but their coachman behaved dreadfully and stranded them here in their costumes." Lydia gushed. "They looked a fright earlier when I saw them first!"
"On that matter," the Doctor cut in, "may I ask you to take my sister to buy some new dresses? We have decided to stay here a while and until she can have more sent from London she only has what she is wearing." Evie shot him a furious look, not liking the idea of being left alone with four nineteenth century females at all, but the Doctor just grinned at her. "I must go and see about…" He trailed off as he walked away, leaving Evie with the girls.
She smiled awkwardly at them. There was very little silence, however, as Lydia began talking immediately, gushing about the Assembly that night, Mr Bingley and the gentlemen he would be bringing with him. She linked her arm through Evie's and they started walking along the street. The teenager found that all she was required to do was nod or make appropriate noises in response to what her new acquaintance was saying.
"So, Miss Jones," Lydia said interestedly finally running out of conversation about the militia, "you are coming to the Assembly tonight, aren't you?"
"I guess so…" Evie said. All four girls looked at her curiously. "If I can find something to wear."
"Well, we shall have to see what we can do, won't we." Lydia said with a wink.
Evie spent the next hour or so in the dressmaker's shop. She was measured and prodded and poked and turned around. The dressmaker raised her arms and lowered them and generally manhandled her until she was satisfied with what she'd done. Then she took Evie through patterns and colours and shapes and all sorts of things until the teenager thought her head was going to explode. Lydia couldn't stop herself butting in, which Evie was incredibly grateful for.
Finally they emerged from the shop with the promise of six new dresses as soon as possible. The only problem was that there was no way any of them would be ready for that night. Part of Evie was relieved that she wouldn't have to attend the Assembly, as she had nothing to wear. Lydia and Kitty, however, had other ideas.
"Of course you must come!" Kitty said firmly. "Between the five of us we must have a dress that would suit you very well."
Reluctantly the teenager agreed to visit the Bennet family home, wishing that the Doctor would appear and save her. She was enjoying herself, but it was exhausting trying to remember that she was in the early 1800's, not 2009. Every now and then she would say something that would earn her a strange look from the other girls. As they made their way to Longbourn, Evie was incredibly conscious of what she was saying. She was also conscious of the fact that she was going to meet the infamous Mrs Bennet. If she made a bad first impression, it would be very difficult to get the woman to like her.
"So, Evie…" Lydia asked. Evidently they'd moved away from Miss Jones and Miss Bennet. "How old are you?"
"Eighteen. Just… it was my last week, actually."
"Really?" Lydia seemed shocked. "You're a year younger than Mary. You're three years older than me!"
"I know." Evie said, remembering readying that Mrs Bennet was proud that Lydia was married before she was sixteen.
"You say some curious things!" Lydia told her shaking her head and laughing. "Ah… here we are."
They'd arrived outside a large stone house. Outside was a beautiful garden, which led around the side and obviously finished behind the house. The garden was filled with brightly coloured flowers and a woman was kneeling on the lawn, tending the roses beside the front door. Lydia skipped over to the woman and started chatting away to her. Maria had left them on the way and gone home, so Evie looked at Mary and Kitty for reassurance. They smiled at her.
"Don't worry, my youngest sister can twist our mother around her little finger." Mary said with a sigh. Evie thought that in the novel the middle Bennet sister had had a bad press. She was lovely, as far as Evie could tell.
Mrs Bennet got to her feet and came towards Evie, wiping her hands on her apron. She smiled warmly and nodded her head at the teenager.
"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Jones, I'm sure." She said. Evie was taken aback at the warmth of her greeting.
She ushered the girl inside and they set about fussing over her, trying to find her a gown to wear for the Assembly that night. They finally settled on a pale blue dress which was very low cut, but apparently the height of fashion. Evie felt uncomfortable, but everyone was praising it so much that she felt that she couldn't refuse.
"You should stay for dinner, Miss Jones." She said once Evie was back in her original dress with the other wrapped up carefully.
"Oh… that would be nice." She said quickly. "But my brother will be waiting for me."
"Of course the invitation would be extended to your brother. Lydia tells me he's a doctor?" Mrs Bennet was looking at the girl intently and Evie suddenly realised what was going on. She was intending to set the Doctor up with one of her daughters. Evie had to work hard to keep her face under control as the realisation sank in. She smiled.
"Then that would be lovely." She said and went into the parlour to wait until he arrived.
