Monday, November 23, 2015

The Jane Austen Literacy Foundation and Mr Darcy!

A year ago I wrote a book called Mr Darcy's Christmas Calendar - a novella written to celebrate my love of Jane Austen and her home at Chawton in Hampshire. I really loved writing this book - I've always loved visiting Jane Austen's House in Chawton, as well as Chawton Great House where her brother Edward lived, and wanted to include those fabulous settings in a book inspired by Jane Austen and Pride and Prejudice. Last year, I had the great privilege of meeting Caroline Knight, a fifth great-niece of Jane Austen who told me of her passionate ideas to launch a charity in Jane Austen's name and which she has now successfully launched as The Jane Austen Literacy Foundation.

I enjoyed a wonderful afternoon being shown round Chawton House where Caroline grew up, and it is a day of lovely memories I will always treasure. It was extraordinary to hear about the history of the house through the eyes of someone who'd lived there, and to hear Caroline's own tales of a beloved house. 

I hope you'll be able to help me support the wonderful work of the charity by making your own donations to the charity or by buying a Kindle or paperback copy of Mr Darcy's Christmas Calendar, available on Amazon (internationally). 100% of the profits on the sale of the new book will be going to help fund projects of The Jane Austen Literacy Foundation, along with Jane Austen products in my Zazzle shop. Mr Darcy's Christmas Calendar is being launched today with a new cover and an updated interior - I hope you like the new cover! 
Caroline Knight and Jane Odiwe

It's a magical tale, about a girl who visits Jane Austen's house only to be drawn into the world of her favourite characters from Pride and Prejudice when she opens the doors of an enchanted advent calendar. When she meets Jane Austen who asks for her help with the plot of a book that reminds her very much of her favourite novel, Lizzy is delighted to help, though nothing seems to be quite as it should be. As she finds herself increasingly drawn into an alternate reality, Lizzy discovers not only is Mr Darcy missing from the plot, but also that Jane Austen has never heard of him. All Lizzy can hope is that she can help to get the story and her own complicated love life back on track before Christmas is over, and bring everything to a happy resolution in Jane Austen's imaginary world!

If you'd like to read Chapter One, you can find it here! I hope you'll join me in helping to support the very worthwhile work of the Jane Austen Literacy Foundation. I feel very privileged to have been asked to be an ambassador alongside Sophie Andrews, aka Laughing with Lizzie, Simon Langton, Director of the 1995 BBC adaptation of 'Pride & Prejudice' and Amanda Jacobs, composer and playwright

Friday, November 13, 2015

Jane Austen Lives Again - Day Four Competition Results!

Day Four
Competition Results!

Thank you so much to everyone who participated - it was lovely to see you all! My husband drew the names from my hat and the winner of the Jane Austen Lives Again bundle prize is :

Annabel Mallia

Two more paperback winners are:
Vee and Kerri 

Congratulations - could you please contact me with your details so I can post your prize.

Thursday, November 12, 2015

Jane Austen Lives Again - Day Three Competition Results!

Day Three
Competition Results!

Thank you so much to everyone who participated - I loved reading your answers and comments! My husband drew the name from my hat and the winner of the Persuasion prize bundle is :

Pamela Henwood

Congratulations - could you please contact me with your details so I can post your prize.

Tomorrow I will be posting the result of the Day Four Giveaway so please check back.

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Jane Austen Lives Again - Day Two Competition Results!

Day Two
Competition Results!

Thank you so much to everyone who participated - it was lovely to see you all! My husband drew the name from my hat and the winner of the Emma prize is :

Kelly H

Congratulations - could you please contact me with your details so I can post your prize.

Tomorrow I will be posting the result of the Day Three Giveaway so please check back.

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Jane Austen Lives Again - Day One Competition Results!

Day One
Competition Results!

Thank you so much to everyone who participated - you all made launch day such fun! My husband drew the names from my hat and the winners of the jewellery are:

Kirk - Blue Filigree Brooch
Pamela Hunter - Green Filigree Brooch
Anna Horner - Green Venetian Necklace
Catherine Curzon - Blue Venetian Necklace

Congratulations - could you please contact me with details of your addresses so I can post your prizes.
Tomorrow I will be posting the result of the Day Two Giveaway so please check back.

Friday, November 6, 2015

Jane Austen Lives Again - Competition Giveaway - Day Four

Welcome to Day Four's Giveaway to celebrate my new release, Jane Austen Lives Again
I'm thrilled to tell you that my book is now available in Kindle and paperback on Amazon, UK, and US, and everywhere else.  Please note the giveaways are open internationally.

Thank you for visiting me on my blog-it's been so lovely to see so many people who I've known over the years, and some new faces too!

Here is Chapter Three, which I hope you will enjoy - today's giveaway follows below!

Chapter Three

Time was racing along at a pace, which Jane thought was typical considering how much she wished it could slow down and delay the dinner hour. She pulled on her evening dress over her head and examined her reflection feeling quite pleased with the result. Dr Lyford’s sister had bought the dress in Gorringes’ winter sale a few years ago in London, and whilst it was not quite in the first fashion now, Elsie Lyford said she thought it would not look too shabby to be worn at the dinner table or at a dance, black being most suitable and practical. It could always be livened up with a bright scarf, a string of pearls or one of the new long necklaces, and turned into at least three different outfits, not that Jane had any jewellery to try that out.  It might even be possible to alter it and lower the waist though Elsie added it might not be the done thing for a governess to attempt to out-do her employers in the fashion stakes. The satin dress felt smooth as silk, it was embellished with a few tiny jet beads and black fringe just below the bodice line, which was still quite high, and had a cape of sheer Georgette sleeves. Looped at the sides the dress felt very elegant and Jane decided she didn’t look too bad after all. A check on her hair scraped up into a bun on her head, followed by a spritz of cologne, and she was ready to face the family.
She almost got lost in the rabbit warren of staircases and passages on the way down, but catching sight of the gallery with its glimpse down into the quadrangle of the spacious hall below, Jane felt she was on the right path at last. With little idea of the time she ended up running down the last set of stairs anxious that she would be late. With minutes to spare Alice was there to meet her. Jane felt relief flood through her when she saw her waving across the hallway; she’d feel so much better not walking into a room on her own.
We’re having drinks in the drawing room first,’ Alice said. ‘Come on through and I’ll introduce you. It’s just the family tonight … Lady Milton thought that would be ordeal enough for you, and she’s keen for you to get to know everyone.’
Jane detected no animosity in Alice’s voice towards her stepmother, but she wasn’t surprised. Though it must have been very difficult feeling like a stranger in her own home when they’d first come back to Manberley, Jane thought that if anyone could have coped with little fuss it would have been Alice.
As if she could read Jane’s mind, Alice spoke. ‘My stepmother means well enough, Miss Austen. She has always been kind to my siblings and me, and naturally she is disposed to favour her own children. Lady Milton would like us all to be off her hands, I think, well married and in our own homes, which I suppose is the natural desire of most mothers.’
‘And are any wedding bells to be heard soon?’ Jane asked as they entered the room. They were the first arrived after all, so she need not have worried.
‘I’m afraid not. William is oblivious to any of the girls that are presented to him, Mae has such high ideals that any suitor is snubbed on his appearance alone, and the younger girls have only just come out. My stepmother’s anxiety levels in that regard are reaching fever pitch. She’d like them to be presented at court, but my father says, as Mae and I never had that privilege it will have to be forfeited. They have horrible discussions about it sometimes, but he seems to think there are enough suitable gentlemen in the local area that would make good husbands.’
‘Is he right?’
‘Of course there are not so many young men left, but rather older men, one or two widowers who lost their sons in the war, keen to take new wives and carry on the line. And then there are local landowners like Jonathan Keeling at Buckland Priors, and Captain Bartlett of Sherford Park lives just a mile away; I’m sure you will meet him sooner or later. He’s a friend of my father’s though he is a younger man, about thirty-five. There are soldiers staying in the village too, part of the army stationed here.’
‘And which one will steal your heart, Miss Milton?’
Jane saw Alice’s expression grow sombre. ‘The one that stole my heart has gone forever, Miss Austen.’
‘I’m sorry, I should not have asked.’
Alice smiled. ‘I think I would like to tell you about him sometime if you’d care to listen.’
‘I would like that very much.’
The room, which had been a haven of peace, was suddenly alive with people and chatter. Lady Milton burst through the door with two girls hanging on her arms, all talking at once, with another trailing behind, her nose in a book. A man who could be no one else but Lord Milton came in next with another young woman whom Jane guessed must be Mae from the cold stare she received. A beautiful girl, and clearly a very spirited one, her features were temporarily spoiled by her sulky expression though she seemed to smile at her father and patted the seat next to her on the sofa for him to sit down.
‘Ten minutes, and then dinner!’ boomed his lordship ignoring his daughter and moving to a small table where a silver tray of drinks was set out. ‘Can’t abide cold food. Now, what’s your poison?’
‘Albert darling,’ called Lady Milton, ‘come and meet Miss Austen. She’s here to help me look after the girls.’
‘Not that we need a nursemaid,’ said Mae glaring at Jane. ‘It’s too bad someone of my age has to have someone trailing after them watching everything I do. Anyhow, I’m not having someone younger than me telling me what to do. Daddy, tell Flora I won’t have it.’
Nobody seemed shocked or embarrassed at this outburst, except Alice whose pleading expression as she looked anxiously at Jane begged forgiveness for Mae’s rudeness.
Lord Milton ignored his daughter again and crossed the room with his hand outstretched. Jane noticed the lapels on his dinner jacket were rather shiny from age and too much careless pressing of an iron. ‘Miss Austen, I am delighted, Flora’s been telling me you’re a miracle worker, and Lord knows we need one at Manberley Castle.’
‘Oh, Albert, things aren’t that bad, don’t exaggerate,’ said Flora Milton with a pretty, affected laugh. She perched on the arm of a sofa and crossed her long legs. ‘Miss Austen is here as another pair of hands, as a companion to us all, and as a sort of lady factotum. She’s a wonderful listener, you know, and it will be so nice to have someone to hear all our troubles.’
‘Where’s Will?’ Lord Milton paid no attention to his wife, and picked up a bottle of gin from the tray.
‘He’s gone out,’ said Mae.
‘Gone out and missed his dinner? I never heard such a thing. Drat the boy, and the damned butler who announced after he’d finished dressing me that he had urgent business in the village. I daresay he’s slipped out with Will to one of their usual haunts. You can’t get the staff these days, Miss Austen. Never mind, I’ll make ’em myself. Is it Atty’s all round then?’
Jane was beginning to think she’d landed in the middle of a novel in the making, and though it was quite interesting to watch the family dynamics she’d begun to realise that she wasn’t an outsider merely looking on, but was expected to become part of the scenario, which was a very frightening idea. And as she watched his lordship sloshing gin and vermouth in large quantities into every glass she felt quite alarmed. Though she wasn’t averse to a glass of wine or two, a cocktail was quite another matter. It would only go to her head and she might let anything she wasn’t meant to mention slip out.
‘Not too heavy on the absinthe or crème de violette if you please, Albert,’ said Flora selecting a cigarette from a silver box and fixing it into a long scarlet holder to match her dress. ‘I do not wish to see green fairies dancing at the end of my bed tonight.’
Lord Milton was getting flustered as he topped up the cocktails and handed out the drinks. ‘He’s never here when you need him. I daresay he’s gone on pleasure bent.’
‘Well, you’re only young once,’ said Lady Milton, ‘isn’t that so, Miss Austen?’
Jane smiled, and nodded a little, feeling that to answer truthfully she’d have to reply in the negative. She’d had to lie about so much lately, but she felt a certain justification. The truth would certainly horrify them all, especially Cora who would, no doubt, imagine her in the direst sense as a walking corpse or worse. She sipped at her cocktail which she thought hideously perfumed, and ignored Lord Milton’s urgent pleas to ‘drink up quickly, we must hasten to the dining room!’
She was listening to Lady Milton loudly bemoaning the expense of new silk stockings and their scarcity in Devon when Jane noticed she was being scrutinised by Cora. A tall slim girl who looked about eighteen, she was sitting on a leather pouffe with her legs outstretched, her girlish organza dress billowing over the sides, a book folded in her lap, but with one finger keeping its place on the page. The one touch to modernity was a low-slung sash round her hips in apricot silk, but Jane was pleased to see her appearance befitted her age. Her hair was short but curled into her neck, and a pair of forget-me-not blue eyes gazed wide-eyed between two rows of dark lashes. A pretty girl, but clearly an intelligent one, and when their eyes met Cora quickly looked away, as if she knew she’d stared too much for politeness.
‘May I ask what you’re reading?’ asked Jane.
Cora looked up. ‘It’s a novel by Walter de la Mare, about a very small girl who at twenty could be taken for a child of ten. At times awfully strange, but terribly good and it’s simply enchanting. I’ve read it before … the images created get stuck in your head, Miss Austen. There’s a particularly vivid one near the start where the tiny heroine, Miss M, is sitting in a tartan frock on her father’s pomatum pot on his dressing table.’
‘So she’s very tiny, like an elf or fairy.’
‘Yes, in a way though size isn’t really the point of the book, I don’t think. It’s more about how we view the world, and how overwhelming it can be, and all wrapped up in the most beautiful sentences.’
‘I should like to borrow it when you’ve finished, if you wouldn’t mind. And if you’d like to discuss it further when I’ve read it, I should enjoy that very much.’
‘I’d like that,’ said Cora putting the book down and drawing up her legs to hug her knees. ‘It’s always fun to get another opinion on a book; hardly anyone at Manberley reads, Miss Austen.’
Jane smiled. ‘Can you recommend a good bookshop nearby? I have only one book with me and I should love to start a new collection.’
‘There’s a most delightful bookshop in the village, Miss Austen. I should love to show you, I think you’ll like it very much. It’s such an old-fashioned place with a brass bell that tinkles above the door, shelves upon shelves of books lining every wall, and tottering piles covering what’s left of the floor. There are so many books that it’s hard to find the proprietor sometimes, though he’s generally to be found at the back of the shop in a cosy chair oblivious to the world. I shouldn’t wonder if he doesn’t get lost one day amongst the mountains of books.’
‘I can’t wait to see it. Are you free tomorrow? I’d love to walk down to the village.’
‘We could all come,’ said Beth who’d been listening to their conversation. ‘Alice told me you need one or two things for your room, Miss Austen. Mother said we should buy whatever is required, and I’d love to show you the village and help you pick something out.’
‘Oh, how kind of you,’ said Jane noticing Beth for the first time. A younger, more attractive version of her mother unadorned by heavy make-up, she was a striking looking girl, perhaps a couple of years older than Cora. Dressed in a modern gown in vibrant yellow, which suited her glossy brown hair, her very dark velvet eyes and the fine arching brows above them, Jane warmed to her instantly.
‘And we’re bound to meet some of the officers,’ said Emily, nudging her sister. ‘I think Lieutenant Dauncey is rather sweet on Beth, and she on him. I am dying to get them together.’
‘Emily, I am not interested in Lieutenant Dauncey or anyone else, whatever you think,’ Beth said quite crossly. ‘I’d rather you didn’t meddle. One of these days your match-making schemes will land you in trouble.’
‘But I’m so good at it,’ Emily insisted, tossing her mane of blonde curls over her shoulders. She was the only one of the girls to be so fair, and with her long, unrestrained hair and green eyes flecked with hazel she had an otherworldly quality. ‘You must admit, if not for me Mr Stephens wouldn’t have even noticed Daisy Stocks, and now they’re married. Mr Stephens is the local vicar in the village, Miss Austen. And as for the vicar at Moorford, Mr Wallis, I’ve got someone lined up for him too!’
Jane saw Alice rise to her feet. She looked a bit flushed, and her hands trembled as she spoke.
‘We really should go into dinner, cook hates it if the food is left to go cold.’
‘Let’s not discuss the Wallis’s, Emily,’ said Flora Milton in a low warning voice, rising to her feet. ‘You know how much it upsets your sister.’
Everyone stood up then, and Alice led the way out to the dining room. She was noticeably upset, and it clearly had something to do with the mention of the Moorford vicar. Jane couldn’t help feeling sorry for her, and wondered if he’d been the young man to break her heart though she dismissed that idea when she remembered she’d been given the impression that her sweetheart was no longer living. Perhaps she’d learn more in time if Alice chose to confide in her, but what she’d be able to do to help she couldn’t think. Being in love with someone who could never be yours was a wearing business, Jane knew from past experience, and as she followed the others into the dining room, she suppressed her own memories and the associated emotions rising from the past.
Jane noticed the details of white linen, gleaming silver set for several courses, white candles guttering in the breeze from an open window, and the dying evening light slanting through French windows onto flocked walls, green as the velvet interior of a jewel box. It was a picture of a dining room from an age of opulence, though on closer inspection she could see that the crystal glasses were rimed with dust, there were stains on the cloth and tarnish on the cutlery. It did not bode well.
‘Miss Austen, come and sit next to me,’ said Alice, and Jane tried very hard not to show her sense of relief. Beth sat on her other side, and she felt pleased she’d have a chance to speak to her again.
Jane looked round the table. Lady Milton was trying to engage Mae in conversation but she was being completely ignored. At every attempt Mae turned her head as if she hadn’t heard her stepmother, and was soon talking loudly to Emily on her other side. Lord Milton was chatting away to Alice, looking rather fondly on his daughter, as his wife attempted to interrupt them, shouting across the table that she couldn’t hear what was being said.
‘I ought to warn you,’ Beth began in a low voice inclining her dark head toward Jane’s ear, ‘that besides the fact that we’re a disparate bunch, dinner is a bit of a hit and miss affair, and between you and me, rather lacking in content and variety. It’s not cook’s fault, in the old days when money was plentiful meals were absolutely splendid, but like everywhere else in the castle cutbacks have been made.’
‘Please don’t worry, Miss Beth. I have been used to frugality most of my life,’ Jane answered truthfully, ‘and of course, we are living in very difficult times.’
‘Though not everyone in Stoke Pomeroy seems to suffer as we do,’ said Beth. ‘Mr Keeling at the Priors has the most splendid dinner parties to which we are occasionally invited. We stuff ourselves when we go there because the food is so marvellous. There was lobster to start last time we went, and roast lamb, followed by rhubarb crumble with jugs of custard. I have dreams at night of dining there when we’ve had a particularly poor dinner. Mr Keeling is from one of the old families and he seems to have pots of money left.’
‘Is he a young man?’ Jane asked.
‘Well, he’s of marriageable age, I suppose, if that’s why you’re asking, though no one here would consider him like that, however much my mother would wish it. We’ve known him since we were babies, Miss Austen, and he’s like a doting big brother. I’m sure you’ll meet him soon; he’s always here. The castle is like a second home to him, he says. He’s very generous and often sends us a gift of venison, beef, or fish when in season, and his gardens produce the most wonderful fruit. Then it feels like a holiday, and everyone is happy because we go to bed with full stomachs.’
Jane was just wondering if she dared ask what had happened to the Milton sugar fortune when the first course arrived, a huge tureen of soup, carried in ceremoniously by a footman who proceeded to dole out ladlefuls of watery consommé into the dishes before them. There was a faint taste of something meaty, which surely came from the bones that had been boiled to produce it, though Jane could not decide exactly what. It was lukewarm, and the accompaniment of a slightly stale bread roll did nothing to improve it. Jane was still getting used to the fact that not all the courses arrived on the table at once, and though trying to embrace every facet of her new life, she thought there was a lot to be said for being able to miss out certain dishes if they were not to your liking.
‘Civility costs nothing, Mae,’ Lady Milton was saying in an exasperated tone. ‘I just asked you a perfectly reasonable question.’
Jane saw Mae roll her eyes, but she sat tight-lipped, behaving as if a response wasn’t expected.
‘Albert, talk to your rude daughter, please. I will not be ignored in my own home.’
Jane saw Lord Milton pick up his wine glass and drain it. The room, which had been lively with chatter, was suddenly silent.
‘Come on, ladies, let’s not squabble,’ he said without looking either of them in the eye. He dabbed at his moist forehead with a large cotton handkerchief.
‘I am not squabbling, Albert. I am trying to have a conversation with your daughter and I am having no luck. I think you need to be firmer, and tell her that she is behaving like a spoiled child. I cannot do anything about the fact that her mother is dead, and that you chose to marry me, but I do not see why we shouldn’t be able to sit at the dinner table and be polite, even if we hate the very sight of one another.’
‘Flora, for goodness’ sake, let’s not have a quarrel now,’ said his lordship, beckoning to the footman to fill his glass. ‘I’m too tired for all this nonsense. It’s got to stop.’
As the dishes were cleared in preparation for the second course Jane couldn’t help feeling sorry for Lady Milton. Whilst the dinner table wasn’t the place to start an argument, she could see the lady was at the end of her tether, and Mae, who clearly had her father wrapped round her little finger, was enjoying the fact that he and her stepmother were at odds. It was obvious that Mae was playing a little game, one she thought she’d easily win every time. But, despite the fact that Jane thought her behaviour was uncalled for, she suspected Mae was not coping well with life and lashing out at anyone who tried to show they cared. Whilst Alice had accepted her mother’s death and the idea of her father being happy with someone else, her younger sister was railing against the world, and anyone she thought might divert her father’s attention from herself. Lord Milton wasn’t helping. He didn’t seem to be engaged with any of the women in his family, particularly, though Jane detected a slight preference for Alice and Beth.
The dollops of macaroni cheese doled out with a serving of cabbage did nothing to lighten the atmosphere, and though Alice and Beth started up a conversation on some new music they’d heard about, the dinner limped along to its inevitable dismal conclusion along with some stewed apple and lumpy custard for pudding, watered down to a runny consistency.
Jane excused herself as soon as she could leaving the disgruntled company in the drawing room, who were now pretending that nothing untoward had happened. Lord and Lady Milton were knocking back more cocktails, and sitting next to one another on the sofa, she laughing girlishly at everything he said.
It was rather eerie finding her way up to her room in the dimly lit passages, but when she entered her room she was struck by the beauty of silver moonlight shining through the windows and the sight of the sky studded with stars, twinkling like diamonds. She felt suddenly revived and thought how she would make the best of the moment by using the time before bed for some writing. Jane sat down at the desk and switched on the lamp, which flashed too brightly then promptly popped with a loud crack. A new bulb would have to be added to the shopping list, she thought, and wished she had a candle to write by. These new fangled lights were all very well, she thought, but a candle was always reliable. The moon chose that moment to hide behind a bank of cloud, darkening the room to black velvet and feeling quite deflated, she decided it was time to give in and go to bed. Tomorrow was another day, and her new book could wait until then.

This bundle is to win a Jane Austen Lives Again paperback, a Jane Austen Lives Again mug, and a Jane Austen winter scene mirror compact. I am also giving away two further copies of the book to two other recipients. 

Competition Rules!

Please tell me which is your favourite all-time Austen production on film or television in a comment below. The competition is open for a week-the winner will be announced on November 13th. This is the final competition - 
Good Luck and remember to come back next week to see if you've won!

Thursday, November 5, 2015

Jane Austen Lives Again - Competition Giveaway - Day Three

Welcome to Day Three's Giveaway to celebrate my new release, Jane Austen Lives Again
I'm thrilled to tell you that my book is now available in Kindle on Amazon, UK, and US, and everywhere else. Please note the giveaways are open internationally.

Thank you for visiting me on my blog-it's been so lovely to see so many people who I've known over the years, and some new faces too. I'm very grateful to my readers for all their wonderful support!

Here is Chapter Two, which I hope you will enjoy - today's giveaway follows below!

Chapter Two

The housekeeper opened the door. Mrs Naseby beckoned her in to a dismal corridor, lit by a single gas lamp that sputtered and hissed, providing a totally inadequate light.
‘Take a seat, Miss Austen, I’ll take you to her ladyship in a moment. They’ve just finished luncheon and she’s expecting you in precisely ten minutes. I’m glad to see you’re punctual, I can’t abide tardiness in any form, though I’m somewhat surprised to see you at the servant’s door.’
Mrs Naseby looked just as Jane’s imagination had pictured her. She was a spare, thin woman dressed in a long black gown of Edwardian tailoring, a harridan from a former age with a set of keys dangling from a belt round her waist. Small, piercing eyes looked shrewdly down a long nose, examining every aspect of Miss Austen’s appearance. Her complexion was pale, as a result of spending a lifetime inside this prison-like fortress, Jane thought, and couldn’t help thinking about one of the housekeepers of her own creation, Mrs Reynolds, with her warm personality and devotion to her master Mr Darcy. What a contrast, but then she decided Mrs Naseby might have far more in common with another character of her making, the domineering and opinionated Mrs Norris of Mansfield Park. Scolding herself for jumping to first impressions too soon, she sat down on a bentwood chair and heard the housekeeper mutter something to do with seeing to the maids about clearing the dining room before striding away down the dimly lit corridor. Jane noted the row of bells on the opposite wall, labelled for the upstairs rooms all jangling at once, and a succession of pantries, sculleries and kitchen rooms where a flurry of maids beetled from one to the other or up and down the steps at the end with trays of half-eaten food, empty wine bottles, and towers of porcelain plates.
Was it too late to run away, Jane wondered? This was a world that felt so strange. She’d always helped out at home with daily chores, but she’d been used to being looked after by their own maids, and they’d always had someone to help with the cooking. Besides, Cassandra had always made sure she had time for her writing, and as much as she hoped there’d be time to devote to writing still, the fact was that she would now be part of this new world, almost a servant, unable to have the freedoms she’d always enjoyed.
But before her mind had a chance to even think how she might slip back up the stairs to run away down the drive, the housekeeper returned, and with a single nod of her head, and a long finger wagging in her direction, beckoned her to follow.
‘I will take you to see her ladyship, and presuming the interview is successful we will proceed to your new quarters. You will be required to serve the family every day from nine o’clock in the morning until five o’clock in the afternoon, unless you are needed in the evening, which is a distinct possibility. I have been advised to tell you that you may dine with the family at every mealtime, which to my way of thinking is a great honour. I hope you’ve brought something suitable to wear in the evenings.’
‘I have one dress I could wear for such an occasion, Mrs Naseby, but really, it would be no hardship for me to have something in the kitchen with the other servants, or even in my room. I am happy with my own company, and I do not wish to be a bother to the family or anyone else, for that matter.’
‘If Lady Milton wishes it, you will dine with the family.’
Jane realised that the old housekeeper meant her to know she no longer had any choice about anything she might want to do, and all she could hope was that her new employer would be more flexible than she was being painted. Her idea of spending the evenings writing in solitude seemed to be a dream that was fading fast.
‘You will have one day off every third Thursday of the month, unless her ladyship requires you for duty,’ Mrs Naseby continued. ‘I am sure I do not need to tell you there is to be no fraternising with any male servants, and as an employee discretion and loyalty to the family is paramount at all times.’
At the top of the servant’s staircase they entered a short corridor and Mrs Naseby opened the green baize door at the end, which separated the rest of the house from the domestic quarters. They crossed the large hall where a grandfather clock ticked the hours away, and an empty fireplace looked cheerless with two sagging armchairs on either side. Faded damask on the walls from a previous age was fraying and worn away to reveal pink plaster in places, and in the middle of the room a circular table held a bowl of scented pot-pourri, the faint fragrance of lavender and roses making up for the lack of any fresh flowers. Jane could see the lobby where the coats were hung next to a brass stand filled with umbrellas and walking sticks, and the front door beyond which was open to the elements. The rain was falling harder than ever, pinging loudly into strategically placed zinc buckets, as puddles of water were forming on the flagstones. Following Mrs Naseby up the wide staircase Jane tried not to be judgemental, remembering what Dr Lyford had said about the difficulties that families of great houses were facing after the war. Still, she couldn’t help feeling that the general atmosphere of the place exuded more than the neglect from a lack of money. Cobwebs as thick as a man’s arm trembled between the balustrades on the staircase and piles of dust rolled in fluffy balls along the stone steps, and where windows easily reached could have been cleaned with a pail of soapy water, they were misted with green mould like watered silk and traced over with spider’s webs.
At last they entered the drawing room with its peacock blue walls glowing in the dim space. A slice of light from curtains barely parted glimmered on silver frames, on photographs and portraits, highlighting white muslin and a gash of tan leather glove, the staring eye of a bloodhound and the flash of a sword at a soldier’s side. There was a smell of dank flower water and dusty cinders in the grate, offset by sweet peas wilting in a crystal vase and faded peonies dropping their petals from a Chinese jug to stain the linen cloth below.
Jane didn’t see Lady Milton immediately. Lying full-length upon the sofa in a scarlet kimono embroidered with a design of blossom trees and cranes in coloured silks, she was camouflaged by the red of the satin couch that enfolded her like a hothouse tomato. It was her mouth Jane noticed first, like an impish red bow curving into a smile which made dimples in the soft pale face that brought to mind the pictures of Hollywood film stars she’d seen outside the cinema just a few weeks ago in Winchester.
‘Miss Austen, how much we have been looking forward to meeting you,’ Lady Milton drawled with a little shake of her head, her perfectly bobbed hair gleaming as black as the lacquered table beside her. She paused to tap her cigarette on a long holder into an ashtray.
‘Thank you, Lady Milton, I’m very pleased to be here,’ Jane answered as politely as she could.
The housekeeper rushed over to the windows, pulling at the heavy curtains until light flooded the room.
‘That’s better, we can’t have you sitting in the dark, your ladyship.’
‘Thank you, Mrs Naseby, you may leave us now. I trust you’ve informed Miss Austen of all she needs to know.’
‘All but the particulars of the children, ma’am. I thought it best for you to do that.’
Lady Milton visibly sighed. Now that the room was lighter Jane saw her employer was not as young as she’d first thought. Though her hair and make-up suggested a young woman in her late twenties, it was obvious from the lines etched on the plump features that Lady Milton was probably nearer forty if not older.
‘Take a seat, Miss Austen,’ she said.
Sitting down on a wing chair Jane watched Mrs Naseby walk from the room without a backward glance, closing the door firmly behind her. Lady Milton dragged on her cigarette holder and blew rings of smoke into the air. Her ankles were crossed, and as the scarlet Louis heeled slippers with pom-poms of swansdown tapped against the other in agitation, the kimono fell away from her knees to reveal pale shapely legs. Jane thought she must have been very beautiful once, and stared with fascination at her heavily made up face, powdered and rouged, with kohl-black eyes lined with paint. She wondered if Lady Milton had forgotten she was there for a moment until her ladyship swung her legs round in one perfect move to sit up and face her.
‘Now, Miss Austen, where shall we begin?’
‘I am very much looking forward to meeting the children,’ said Jane thinking it was a prompt for her to speak. ‘I was educated both at school, and at home by my excellent father, and can offer a thorough grounding in most subjects suitable for young girls, your ladyship.’
‘I’m sure you can, Miss Austen. Dr Lyford wrote very highly of your accomplishments. But I have a confession to make, and I must do it now as Mrs Naseby has chosen not to do it for me.’
Jane waited as Lady Milton puffed once more on the holder and watched her raise a glass tinkling with ice to her lips.
‘Would you care to join me in a White Lady, Miss Austen?’ she said agitating the glass and swirling the creamy liquid. ‘I find it’s such a pick-me-up in the afternoon, and revives wonderful memories of dancing at Ciro’s.’
‘No, thank you, Lady Milton. I think I’d better keep my wits about me for dealing with small children. I hope I shall be able to spend some time getting to know them this afternoon.’
‘Yes, indeed, if we can find them.’
‘Goodness, are the children lost, Lady Milton?’
‘Not exactly. The fact is, Miss Austen, I have you here on quite false pretences. My children do not really need a governess.’
‘Oh, I see,’ said Jane who didn’t understand one bit. All she could think about was how she would have to break the news to Dr Lyford and the inconvenience she’d put him to when she threw herself once more on his mercy.
‘My children are not the young creatures you imagine them to be. The truth is they are quite grown-up, and indeed, some are past the age where one might consider them even to be marriageable, let alone in need of a governess. Lord Milton’s first wife was the mother of the eldest three - William who is the heir to Manberley, Alice now nearing the age of twenty-seven and quite left on the shelf, and Mae who is twenty-five and absolutely unmanageable. I should not say it, but they were given far too much freedom in their youth, and think themselves beyond reproach. Of my own children, sadly I lost my eldest and dearest Teddy to the perils of the Great War.’
Lady Milton paused to dab at her eyes with a silk handkerchief.
‘I’m very sorry to hear of your loss,’ said Jane, filling in an awkward pause in the conversation. ‘I think there is scarcely a family in the land who has not suffered in some way.’
‘I thought my own children would be a comfort to me,’ Lady Milton continued, ‘but Beth is turning out to be quite as headstrong as her father, Emily declares she will never marry, and Cora never has her head out of a book. Their father quite spoils and indulges them all, you see, Miss Austen, and I am at my wit’s end. My nerves simply cannot cope, and that is why I am asking for your help.’
‘I’m not sure what I can do, Lady Milton.’
‘I need someone to manage them, to help steer my children back on the right track. A girl like you, the daughter of a clergyman from a respectable background, is just the sort of person I think will do the job admirably. Please say you’ll help me, Miss Austen.’
Lady Milton looked very young at that moment, and though Jane was sure she was probably inclined to silliness there was something about her desperation that struck a chord. Hadn’t she always been an adviser to family and relations? Hadn’t they all confided in her, and she rather prided herself at helping many of her younger nieces, particularly in regards to young men. And surely, given the age of the children, she wouldn’t be expected to be a nursemaid to them, which might free up some more time for her writing? It was something to be needed, and without doubt, Lady Milton, and it seemed Manberley Castle itself, was in need of much assistance.
‘Yes, I will,’ she found herself saying, and was pleased to see Lady Milton smile for the second time. It was easy to see how she must have captured Lord Milton’s heart, Jane thought, as she glimpsed a much younger girl in the sparkling eyes that watched her own.
Lady Milton rose from her couch, instantly animated with jangling bracelets and sheer relief. Crossing the turkey carpet in two strides she flung her arms round Jane who was taken aback at such a demonstration of affection, and rose awkwardly to receive it. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been hugged in such a way and whilst she felt slightly overwhelmed, not least by the fug of scent that enveloped her, she had to admit it wasn’t unpleasant.
Lady Milton let her go at last. ‘I cannot thank you enough for your generosity, and I do hope you’ll forgive my little deception. I could hardly advertise their ages, could I? People would have thought me completely mad! Now, I shall call Naseby to show you to your room. Heaven knows where the young people are now but they generally make an appearance at dinner. You will be dining with us, I hope.’
‘I will be present at dinner if you wish me to be there, Lady Milton, but I would like to ask if I might occasionally have an evening to myself.’
‘Shall we see how we go along, my dear? I’m afraid your presence will be required when there are social events, and though we’ve not entertained lately, I have plans to alter that. The girls need to have husbands found and in that process I will want you to act as chaperone to them, you must understand. You needn’t worry about William, of course. In any case, he is a law unto himself. However, I should like to accommodate you and your wishes … I’m sure we might find you an evening occasionally.’
Jane did not feel comforted by the idea of having little time to herself, and after her initial elation at feeling flattered she was needed so much, was now feeling rather nervous. How did she think she was going to be able to tell young women her own age or even older than herself what to do? She’d temporarily forgotten that she wasn’t forty-one any more, and had all the appearance of a much younger person. The idea of taking on what might prove to be an impossible task weighed heavily, and she doubted she was up to the job. But there was nothing to be done. She must face facts and realise she had no choice. Without money or a home of her own, she had to earn a living somehow, and for the time being she had no option but to accept the job and do the best she could.

Mrs Naseby was summoned and led Jane up the back stairs to her room. There were several poky staircases giving glimpses of a gallery and bedrooms leading off endless passages, and landings to be crossed on the way, until they found themselves in the oldest part of the building where the corridors were built of stone.
‘You’ll be in the tower room,’ said Mrs Naseby, ‘where the old nursery used to be. Of course, you’ll know by now there aren’t any children up there any more.’
‘No, I hear they’re all quite grown-up.’
‘Well, that’s a matter for you to judge yourself, Miss Austen. I find them to be quite juvenile in many respects, though Beth has a little more about her, and Alice is the kindest girl that ever walked the earth. But then, she takes after her sweet mother who was just the same. What a sad day that was for the Miltons when she passed away.’
‘And Mae is Alice’s sister, is that right?’
‘Yes, poor Lady Milton died shortly after her birth. It’s not her fault she’s turned out to be so wild, Miss Austen, she’s never known the love of a mother, though William and Alice have been the best kind of brother and sister any girl could ask for. After her ladyship’s death the children were sent away to stay with their aunt, Lady Celia Broughton. Their father couldn’t stand to see any of them, not even William his heir. He said he was reminded too much of their dear mother, but it broke Alice’s heart, and Mae never knew what it was to have a mother or father. His lordship married again within the year, and the new Lady Milton had her own children very swiftly after that. After Teddy was killed, Lord Milton came to his senses and the children were invited back to their rightful home. But, it’s not been easy, I can tell you. Well, I daresay I’ve already spoken out of turn. Here we are … the last set of steps are the steepest and the narrowest, but I think you’ll enjoy the views when you get to the top.’
Jane was surprised the old housekeeper had confided in her so much, but perhaps she was now one of them, she’d decided to unbend a little. She followed her up the dark and twisting staircase until they reached the top where a gothic door stood open to reveal the stone tower. Jane’s imagination had conjured up a gloomy room rather like a cold prison so she was pleasantly surprised to find a comparatively light and airy space despite the awful dark weather which had set in for the day. It was a large room, simply decorated in white distemper, with a fireplace on one side displaying an empty mantle above and a basket of logs below shrouded in a grey film of cobwebs. There was a single bed, a chest of drawers that held an ornate Victorian dressing mirror along with a plain jug and basin for washing, and a small oak wardrobe in the corner. A bookshelf on the opposite side held a few dusty books, obviously left over from the previous governess and a glimpse of the nursery adjoining showed a sad looking room with a few discarded and forgotten toys. There was an abandoned dolls’ house with a few sticks of broken furniture looking quite as uncared for as Manberley itself, and a rocking horse with just a few wisps left to its tail.
But despite the general lack of luxury there were two features of the turreted room, which made Jane’s heart beat with gladness. The splendid gothic window was made up of five long glass panels set in sinuous tracery like piping on an iced white cake, giving different views from each one towards the sea on one side and the valley on the other. Set before it was a mahogany desk with a leather chair, a most magnificent sight to behold.
‘Sally will bring you hot water in the morning. There is a bathroom with hot and cold running water on this floor, but his lordship only has water heated once a week on a Sunday, and you may find by the time the water gets up here it’s not so hot. Breakfast is at half-past eight, except on Sundays when it’s served at nine, and lunch is at one in the afternoon. The dressing bell rings at five, and dinner is served at seven. Do you have any questions?’
‘I can’t think of any at present,’ said Jane feeling overwhelmed, ‘I expect I’ll get used to everything in time.’
‘Well, you’ll be the first at Manberley to do that!’ said Mrs Naseby, ‘Don’t be late for dinner, Lord Milton gets in an awful rage if people don’t know how to be punctual.’
Mrs Naseby turned on her heel and left. Jane picked up her case and deposited it on the bed. She took out the bottle of perfume and the tin of talcum powder and placed them on the chest of drawers, hung up her clothes in the wardrobe, and set her book on the little table next to her bed in an attempt to make the room look more cheerful. There was a small electric lamp with a mica shade on the desk, another miracle of the modern age, which would be invaluable in the evenings if she managed to escape and do some writing. Fetching out her pen, ink and notebook, she arranged them with pride before she sat on the chair to take in her new domain. It wasn’t much, she thought, and it didn’t feel exactly homely, but she was sure she could make a few improvements in time. It was to be a paid post, after all, and perhaps she could cheer the place up with a few more books, or buy some fabric to make a colourful coverlet for the bed. She’d made a beautiful patchwork quilt once with her mother and sister, sitting at leisure in the evenings perfecting her fine stitches, and matching the diamond patterns, but she pushed that thought out of her mind very quickly. It was too painful to think about memories of home, she decided. She must concentrate on facing new challenges and doing what she could to embrace her new life as positively as possible.
The desk more than made up for the lack of homely touches, and she felt very inspired sitting there and thinking of all that she might write of next. She was just admiring the view and thinking how beautiful it might look if the sun was shining when there came a knock at the door.
‘Come in,’ she said, wondering whom it might be, and stood up immediately, feeling a little guilty for enjoying such pleasant selfish thoughts of her writing.
The door opened and a young woman looked in rather timidly. ‘Miss Austen? Welcome to Manberley. I’m Alice, by the way.’
Alice stood on the threshold with a nervous expression. Jane saw a kind smile forming on the girl’s lips, and liked what she saw. Dressed rather plainly in an old-fashioned gown Alice’s long hair was piled high on her head, which lent itself more to a late Edwardian style than the present fashion. Jane recognised someone for whom time had stopped after the Great War. She’d seen other young women like her, scarred forever from the losses of an entire generation of men, and wondered if Alice had lost a sweetheart like so many others, in what she’d heard was the most terrible of all wars.
‘Alice, how lovely to meet you. Do come in, it’s so kind of you to come all the way up here to meet me.’
Gesturing to her chair Jane watched Alice take the seat whilst she perched on the end of the bed.
‘I just wanted to make sure you had everything you need,’ said Alice looking round the room. ‘Goodness, it’s a few years since I’ve been up here, and nor has anyone else by the looks of things. It’s rather lacking in creature comforts … I shall see what I can do straight away. And you really need a fire lit on this cold day. Heavens, look at the cobwebs. I am sorry, but we’re all muddling along as best we can and sometimes the obvious things get overlooked. I was sure someone had been up to get everything ready for you.’
‘Please don’t apologise, I have everything I need.’
‘Except a cosy fire, a warm counterpane on your bed, fresh towels, and a jug of flowers, at the very least. It is no excuse … it has been hard since we lost so many staff, but this is no welcome. I shall go this minute and make improvements.’
‘Please do not worry,’ Jane insisted, ‘I should prefer you stay and talk to me, if you have time.’
Alice looked up and smiled. ‘I should enjoy that, if you’re sure I cannot help. I was so excited to hear that you were coming as a companion to us all. Since we left London I have not enjoyed the same discussions on books, literature and art that I used to share with my mother’s old friend, Lady Rivers. My sisters do not share my love of classic works, and though William loves to read too, he is always so busy about the estate to spend as much time with me as he once did. Cora is a great reader, but unfortunately only likes to scare herself with horror stories and gothic tales.’
‘It is her age, I imagine. I daresay she’ll grow out of it and widen her interests in time. What about you? Do you have a favourite book, one that you read over and again?’ asked Jane. ‘Mine is Richardson’s Sir Charles Grandison, though I’m also very fond of Frances Burney’s books. I believe Camilla is the most delightful heroine in creation.’
‘I confess I’ve never read Richardson or Burney, but I’d love to try them. Like you, I enjoy the writers of the past more than modern novelists. My favourite book is Persuasion by another Miss Austen, your namesake. Are you related, by any chance?’
Jane could feel the warmth of a sudden blush making her normally pink cheeks even redder. ‘I do not think so, Miss Milton, it is a common enough name … I know of the book you mention, it happens to be one I am fond of myself, though of all that author’s works I feel sure it would have benefitted from a little editing.’
Persuasion is quite perfect to my mind, though I read once that it was Miss Austen’s last book and her brother published it posthumously. Perhaps she did not have time to work on it as much as she would have liked.’
‘I daresay there is some truth in that,’ said Jane thinking of Henry who she missed with all her heart. ‘And I’m sure she had an idea that time was running out. She had a story to tell, and was determined to reach the end.’
‘It’s such a poignant tale, that has me asking many questions. I’ve often wondered if Miss Austen ever experienced the kind of love that Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth found. There is such truth in her writing, as if she must have known the kind of longing that Miss Elliot suffered through the years when she and the captain were separated.’
‘I am sure most authors write about what they know and have experienced to some extent, even if their imaginations are also used to great advantage. If a writer truly experiences life and love, it will inevitably reveal itself in the written word.’
‘And in Persuasion those experiences are so movingly described that I feel in my heart she must have suffered.’
‘Only someone who has loved and lost would say such a thing, but forgive me, I am being presumptuous.’
‘Not at all. I was in love once, Miss Austen, but there the comparison with Miss Elliot must end. My story has no happy ending.’
There was silence for a moment. Jane wished she’d not spoken out of turn. ‘Real life cannot always mirror the happy endings we find in a book, Miss Milton, but I’m sure you would agree that to have experienced such love even with the associated pain is better than to never have known it at all.’
There was another pause during which Jane was sure their thoughts ran on similar lines. She wondered if she’d said too much, but her companion looked up and smiled.
‘Miss Austen, I’m so very glad you’re here. I look forward to many more discussions, but I must go and see to one or two tasks before dinner. And, if you ever need me, you’ll find me on the gallery floor in the room next to the niche where the statue of Athena resides.’
Alice Milton started to walk towards the door, but turned at the last minute. ‘I do hope you won’t mind too much if my sister Mae seems out of spirits. She doesn’t mean to be rude, but she has a habit of saying exactly what comes into her head, and no amount of correcting her from Will or myself seems to do any good.’
‘I expect she thinks she’s too old to have a governess, and quite rightly so,’ said Jane. ‘I hope Mae will realise that I have no wish to treat you all like children. I came here expecting to be a governess to five little girls so I’m rather getting used to the idea of my new position in the household.’
‘On the contrary, Miss Austen, whether you’re a governess or a lady’s companion, I think we all know the Miltons need someone to help glue the family back together. I have a feeling you may be the very person to do just that.’
Jane watched her walk away feeling more unsure than ever about what she was being required to do. She was feeling very nervous about meeting them all at dinner, but Alice had turned out to be so lovely she decided the evening really couldn’t turn out to be as bad as all that.

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