Anxiety was thick. "Would he come," thought she? "What if he changed his mind?" Pacing between the large entry way and the small sitting room window of her sister's modest home, Jane couldn't rest until she heard the clammering of the horses coming up the drive. Butterflies turned somersaults in her insides as she ran through the possibilities of such an opportunity. Excited, nervous, scared, happy. Laughing at herself, she wondered if he would revel in her beauty, or treat her as a child. "Where are those horses?" she picked up her pacing.
In the back of the carriage, something called a Phaeton, William couldn't stop tapping his thumb on the edge of the seat. Staring out at the vast countryside, he was not accustomed to chaperones and personal attendants. He was a lone man wanting to get this day concluded. How could he have agreed to such a lowering of himself? What had he assigned himself? What was even more absurd than meeting with a woman of her class, was that she thought herself an equal in the written word. How can a supposed educated woman think herself anywhere near the caliber of stature as he?
To be continued......
Clanging. The horses should be clanging. Just kidding.
ReplyDeleteAn interesting start! Of course, I want to hear more after reading the back of the book here...