A/N: Sorry it took me too much time to update, seeing as I already have some story alters put on this story (thanks so much!), but as I am currently writing three, soon four, and maybe even five stories at a time, I really don't know which ones to update first... :)

*sigh* Do you really think I would be posting here if I owned Lost in Austen? Really?

2. Just close your eyes.

"And you can't tell I'm scared as hell 'Cause I can't get you on the telephone So just close your eyes Well honey here comes a lullaby Your very own lullaby"

I swear to you, getting down those stairs I started to freak out like hell. What was I doing there, in the Bennett's house and not in Pemberley? Ok, shut up Angie.

I soon spotted a door in front of the stairs, and voices coming from behind the door. Could I just open the door and announce myself? Was it proper? Oh, get a grip, you're a tough girl for Heaven's sake!

I turned the knob and entered a small office, with a wall covered in books, a desk covered in papers, and an armchair covered in...Amanda?

My cousin jumped out of her seat and landed in my arms before a stunned man I could guess was Mr Bennett. Looking nicer than Donald Sutherland, I can tell you...

"Angie? What are you doing here?" Her voice was trying to remain calm but I could tell she was as blur as I was about all this.

"What? Am', I arrived with you and got lost on my way from the stables!"

Her eyes questioned mine, but I turned towards Mr Bennett and curtsied him. He got up and bowed to me.

"I'm so sorry to present myself so late, Sir. I'm Angelina Johnson, Sir, Miss Price's cousin."

"There is nothing to be sorry for. Despite the fact that your cousin didn't inform me she wasn't coming alone."

I turned towards Amanda and hushed her with a glance. "I...got lost I'm afraid. I was admiring your garden and couldn't find my way back here."

He didn't seem to mistake me and I took this as a good omen.

"Well, I suppose you too know my dear Lizzie then?"

"We only met once, and very briefly I'm afraid. But I heard a lot of things through Amanda. My presence, though, is only on a protection matter. A young woman as my cousin can't obviously wonder between Hammersmith and Longbourne on her own."

Amanda was looking at me with wide eyes, up and down at what I was wearing and then at her own clothing. Mr Bennett followed her gaze and then turned to me. "I then reckon you don't like hunting, Miss Johnson?"

I chuckled. "No, I don't. I much prefer watch...reading."

His gaze lit. "You do read? Which author's your favourite?"

My impulse gave me away. "Joanne Rowling, Sir."

"A woman? That's unusual. And what does she-" He cut dead when Amanda yawned. "Yes, I do believe both of you need a good night's sleep. We can resume this conversation sometime tomorrow, if you are positive about it."

"I would love it, Mr Bennett." My reply was genuine. I was already starting to like him.

"Well then, I suppose Lizzie wouldn't mind if I let you her room during her absence. Here." He handed Am' a lantern and drove us towards the staircase. "Good night, ladies."

I curtsied him, Am' trying to follow taking her sweatshirt in her hands. I rolled my eyes.

When we reached the first floor, I leaned so I could whisper in her ear. "Dear cousin, I fear you have to learn things about curtsy."

She elbowed me.

I know I'm reading really short chapters, but I like it that way, looks like a diary, doesn't it? Review please!