"So tell me, what happens to be the problem..."

Mrs Bennet's nose-blowing cut me off.

"It's my husband!" she wailed into her hanky. "He has no compassion for my nerves!"

Mr Bennet leaned over to comfort his wife with failed attempts. Though, I detected disdain and sarcasm in his demeanour.

"As I've always said, I have the highest regard for your nerves."

He glanced at me with a hopeless shrug. "I honestly thought she'd be happier after the marriage of not one, not two but three of our daughters. But it seems like nothing will ever calm her. And now it's affecting my nerves-"

Another loud cry cut him off. "But what about Mary and Kitty? We have them to worry about now!"

She collapsed into her chair, continuing to sob noisy tears and clutch at her chest.

"It seems like there is a clear lack of consideration between you two."

I pointed to Mr Bennet. "You for not being concerned about the welfare of your wife and daughters and..."

"Ha!" Mrs Bennet cried in triumph despite her tears. "I knew he was the problem!"

I raised a hand, cutting her off. "And you, Mrs Bennet, for not coming up with any solutions on how to control yourself during a crisis and making everybody around you miserable."

Mrs Bennet collapsed into her chair, continuing to sob.

"Now," I continued. "I know the solution that will improve things. You, Mrs Bennet, will take up yoga, and you, Mr Bennet, will supervise her. End of session."

"And the problem is…."

"Well," Charlotte began. "I'm worried for my husband. I fear he's becoming too obsessed with his patronage…

"…Lady Catherine de Bourgh at Rosings Park," William proclaimed with the utmost pride. "You have heard of her, I'm sure…."

I shrugged. "Not really."

"Well, if you had, then you would understand. My dearest Charlotte has nothing to worry about. My dear patronage has been distraught since her nephew's marriage and…."

Charlotte tried to reassure him. "But my dear, I fear you may suffer from a heart attack because of this obsession. You get frazzled, and I can barely get you to sit down…"

I interrupted them.

"You know, I'm not detecting much love between you two…."

Charlotte shook her head. "That's not the point. I still worry for my husband."

"How about you get yourself a hobby and let William continue supporting his patron."

"What would you suggest?"

I gave her a piece of paper. "Here's a list. You'll find all sorts of hobbies there. Walking, kayaking, rock climbing… there are even some patrons for you to support."

She scanned the sheet of paper. "Lord Byron..."

"That will do. End of session."

I sighed, thinking I could do with a holiday.

"Honestly, Mrs Palmer, Mr Palmer…just divorce. I don't see any hope for you two. End of session."

With weary eyes, I looked down at the remaining couples on my list.

The Wickhams

The Rushworths

The Eltons

Needing to stretch my legs, I headed outside and sat beside a familiar face.

"You know what, Miss Mary Bennet. There's nothing wrong with staying unmarried, you know. The whole thing sounds rather tedious if you ask me."

She nodded in response. "I agree wholeheartedly, Miss Bates.