Bloody Charles, I mean, dear brother!

For everyone else not a bother.

For myself not a jot of a thought,

He cares not where to be I ought.

Dragging us down

To this horrible town

I see no design nor grace,

I declare, this is a disgrace!

But play hostess to him I shall

Will I find good help, if any at all?

To run a place like Netherfield

No nonsense I must yield.

Everything perfect – that is how it has to be

For Darcy is coming with him to see

Not only the property, I hope

My qualities as a hostess his sight cannot elope.

No matter how hard I have to fight

Design, scheme, all my enemies smite

In the end, dear reader, all he must see…

Is that mistress of Pemberley I have to be!

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