To Dearest Lizzy,
Your apologies are unneeded, and are such, unused. Mr Bingley and I are having such a delightful time in London. The dresses are beautiful, all the colours are magnificent. It seems that this year, London is the host of high society. The carriages that merely travel down the street are the most beautiful things to ever lay your eyes upon. Mr Bingley is trying to secure himself a new carriage in the style of the London carriages, however the endeavour is proving difficult to him. It is not the price that such a carriage carries, but the availability. He is becoming anxious that we will not make it to Pemberly; however, I know I shall, even if I must walk. I have been searching for a place to work, as although it does not befit one of the status I am in, my hands are idle and restless. I believe I have found a school where they would be willing for me to come and teach. It is a small Catholic all girls school, but I wish to make a difference to a small handful of lives. They wish for me to be a tutor for grammar and English as well as teaching first year girls. Needless to say, I am terribly excited, however Mr Bingley is trying to persuade me otherwise. I feel as if this will be an invaluable opportunity, for me to learn to care for the girls.
I am terribly sorry I cannot write more; however we are invited to dinner with some friends, who do not appreciate tardiness.
My Deepest Love,
Mrs Jane bingley.