Post by MISS JANE BENNET on Jun 2, 2013 16:46:14 GMT -5
The portrait she had started of Mr. Bingley had begun as a bit of folly a day or two after the assembly. However since then it had become a full fledged project. Now it was not just Mr. Bingley’s visage that greeted her when she looked down upon the page. Instead her own image graced the page as well, a scene she remembered from the assembly. The first time they danced and their fingertips touched, or rather trailed away from each other as they went through the figures of the dance. Jane had never worked on a drawing as diligently or with as much care as she did now.
So when Lizzie had suggested they take a walk and for Jane to bring her sketchbook she had accepted the idea eagerly.
What fun it could be to go down to the meadow and spend the afternoon sketching or reading in the afternoon sun. It was a beautiful afternoon, with the temperature being just warm enough to warrant the absence of a wrap but not hot enough to cause discomfort. Jane had brought her charcoal pencils and her sketchbook and Lizzie had brought one of her favorite tombs. The large tree that looked over the entire meadow was their intended goal, however Lizzie soon became side tracked by a request from Papa. So Lizzie had been forced to turn back momentarily with the promise she would soon join her sister shortly.
Jane accepted the news calmly and made her way alone to the tree in the meadow. It was nice to have some time to herself to think about what had transpired during her stay at Netherfield Park. She was certain now that she was steadily falling for Mr. Bingley. He was the most handsome of gentlemen in Meryton and the most kind and amiable. It both thrilled and over whelmed her at times to be the object of his affections . She wasn’t used to having someone care for her.
So when she reached the tree she set her supplies down carefully and took a seat at the base of the tree using the trunk to prop herself up. Peering around for a second to see if her sister was coming she sighed to see she would be on her own for at least a bit longer. Deciding to draw she absently took the sketchbook in her lap and began to flip through her drawings. Flowers and birds were at the front, with a well calculated placement in order to draw as little attention to her abilities as possible. But as one flipped the pages the drawings got steadily more intricate and intense. It was in the back that her portrait was hidden carefully. Deciding to seize the moment of solitude she had she began to work on the careful business of shading her creation. The folds of her dress to create the illusion of movement, the space underneath Mr. Bingley’s chin. Before long she was completely oblivious to the world, absorbed in her own private world of fantasy and art.
So when Lizzie had suggested they take a walk and for Jane to bring her sketchbook she had accepted the idea eagerly.
What fun it could be to go down to the meadow and spend the afternoon sketching or reading in the afternoon sun. It was a beautiful afternoon, with the temperature being just warm enough to warrant the absence of a wrap but not hot enough to cause discomfort. Jane had brought her charcoal pencils and her sketchbook and Lizzie had brought one of her favorite tombs. The large tree that looked over the entire meadow was their intended goal, however Lizzie soon became side tracked by a request from Papa. So Lizzie had been forced to turn back momentarily with the promise she would soon join her sister shortly.
Jane accepted the news calmly and made her way alone to the tree in the meadow. It was nice to have some time to herself to think about what had transpired during her stay at Netherfield Park. She was certain now that she was steadily falling for Mr. Bingley. He was the most handsome of gentlemen in Meryton and the most kind and amiable. It both thrilled and over whelmed her at times to be the object of his affections . She wasn’t used to having someone care for her.
So when she reached the tree she set her supplies down carefully and took a seat at the base of the tree using the trunk to prop herself up. Peering around for a second to see if her sister was coming she sighed to see she would be on her own for at least a bit longer. Deciding to draw she absently took the sketchbook in her lap and began to flip through her drawings. Flowers and birds were at the front, with a well calculated placement in order to draw as little attention to her abilities as possible. But as one flipped the pages the drawings got steadily more intricate and intense. It was in the back that her portrait was hidden carefully. Deciding to seize the moment of solitude she had she began to work on the careful business of shading her creation. The folds of her dress to create the illusion of movement, the space underneath Mr. Bingley’s chin. Before long she was completely oblivious to the world, absorbed in her own private world of fantasy and art.
