Page 4: and admire the flowers from you I have pressed over these wonderful months. I can hardly choose a book without bits of blue, purple, red, white, and pink floating from its pages, so full are they with the petals and stems you have given me alongside your heart. In the months since the assembly where we first danced, then danced again, and yet again, I have seen a world open to me I thought forever closed. You worry your family’s troubles will prevent you from giving me a life like the one I live at Pemberley. Please believe me that its charming garden and stately furniture lose all their luster when you are not here to illuminate them. I have no doubt that the meanest accommodations are likewise brightened by your good heart and curious mind. I have tried to be a good and proper Darcy, a gentlewoman, a lady. But to be beside you,