April showers bring May flowers … and the weekend brings out the Warriors! Ten lines from a work-in-progress: As Only A Woman Can, my Pride & Prejudice romantic romp.
With apologies to Robert Burns, whose beloved poem Darcy has seriously mauled …
Later in the week another Valentine arrived for Elizabeth. Among the riot of painted flowers perched a butterfly, and the Admirer, whoever he was, had added friendly eyes and a smile. As before, his poem contained a warning.
The truth is harsh, my bonnie lass, for deep in debt is he;
Faith, he must snare a wealthy wife, or off to France he’ll flee.
Till a’ the seas gang dry round here, and ‘friends’ run out of funds;
O he will lie his head off, dear, till out of town he’s run.
Elizabeth gave an unhappy huff. Lie his head off—what sort of expression was that? Something from the stables? Or the army? Or—what?
Who was this Admirer? And why the warning?
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