Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Yuletide Contest Winner!

The Misses Dashwood wish you a very merry Christmas and a happy New Year, and are pleased to announce that the winner of the Yuletide Story Contest is...

Apple Blossom!

Congratulations to her and her writing muse.  :D  Here is her story in its entirety, for your enjoyment.


It is not to be expected that Mr. Darcy would enjoy a Christmas similar to the Bennets.  Frequent entertainment did not amuse him and since his sister readily fell in with his plans, it was easy to persuade her to spend a quiet Christmas at Pemberley with him.  Lady Catherine de Bourgh's command to spend Christmas at Rosings went unheeded but both Darcys warmly welcomed Colonel Fitzwilliam to stay for a fortnight.
Georgiana, who had not been in her joint guardian's company since November, eagerly called on him to share all his news.
“For I am sure,” said she, “That since my brother and I have been in London, a great deal must have happened in Derbyshire.”
Colonel Fitzwilliam disclaimed knowledge of any important events occurring in Derbyshire but was able to recollect that Henry Sempill had enlisted into the army and his mother, Mrs. Sempill, felt herself to be very ill used.
“I regret that is all the news of interest which I can offer to you,” he lamented.  “Darcy, surely you are able to regale us with stories from your time in Hertfordshire? I don't believe I have heard you speak more than two sentences about your stay there and yet when I saw Bingley, he could not stop praising the place and the people there.”
“There is nothing to tell,” replied Darcy. “I found nothing of interest in either the place or the people.”
The Colonel was undeterred.
“Doing it much too brown, Darcy!  You cannot make away with a whole district like that.  Don't be so abominably high in the instep.  Miss Caroline Bingley was with her brother when I saw him and she said you were much taken with a pair of “fine eyes” but beyond that she would say no more.  Now Darcy, I insist.  Whose “fine eyes” are these that you must be so secretive about them?”
“Miss Bingley should be able to tell you as
 appears to know all about it.”
“That's too bad of you, Darcy.  Too smoky by half!” He would have continued in this vein but seeing Georgiana's worried look, desisted. Darcy made no reply to his comment and there was a brief silence.
It was fortunate that the butler appeared and announced dinner at that moment, before any embarrassment could be felt between the parties.  Whilst Colonel Fitzwilliam's natural talkativeness was unabated, Georgiana's timidness and Darcy's reserve made it a quiet meal.  The turkey was duly admired and the plum pudding praised but beyond that, the conversation did not proceed.  However when Georgiana retired to the drawing room after dinner whilst the gentlemen drank their port, the Colonel returned to his original subject.
“Darcy, there is nothing serious in this “fine eyes” business, is there?”
“None, I assure you.”
“It must be Miss Bingley exaggerating again.  Well, Darcy, when you are inclined towards matrimony, I beg that you would pay no heed to the lures of Caroline Bingley for she is determined to bring you to the altar!”
“Of that, I am aware,” replied Darcy imperturbably.  “I have no intention of obliging her in that respect so you may put your mind at rest.”
“Quite so! You're a sensible fellow,  Darcy.  I believe you would have us all be as sensible as yourself when it comes to marriage.”
“As to that,” returned Mr. Darcy, “I have indeed, recently had the great fortune of rescuing a young friend from the inconveniences of an imprudent marriage.  There were some very strong objections to the lady involved and I congratulate myself on being able to free my friend for the marriage would have been a failure indeed.”
“Well,” Colonel Fitzwilliam said as he placed his empty glass on the table, “It seems you are a most loyal friend, indeed, Darcy.  I only hope you will be as helpful to me if ever I am in such a situation.”  The last sentence was spoken laughingly and both gentlemen rose from the table in a good humour.
Being Christmas, there was a roaring fire in the drawing room fueled by a large yule log. Georgiana and Mrs. Reynolds had hung wreaths of holly, ivy and rosemary above the fireplace and around the room.  It was only Christmas day so no greater festivity was needed.  Epiphany, the twelfth day of Christmas on January 6
, was the main day of celebration to be marked with plenteous cakes and other baked foods of a goodly sort.
“And where have you hung the mistletoe?” Colonel Fitzwilliam inquired of Georgiana when he entered the drawing room.
His teasing was taken in good humour by Georgiana for although shy, she was also a good natured, amiable girl and eager to please.  The mistletoe – hanging from the mantlepiece strait in front of the Colonel – was pointed out and he was obliging enough to salute her on the cheek.  These formalities disposed of, the rest of the evening was spend in a pleasurable fashion playing spillikins.  The party broke up shortly after eleven o'clock when Georgiana professed herself to feeling tired.  The Colonel retired soon after and Mr. Darcy was left to solitary contemplation.
Colonel Ftizwilliam would have found great interest in his thoughts for they turned to the “fine eyes” which he had mentioned earlier that evening and then to the possessor of those eyes.  Such thought was dangerous for her connexions were undoubtedly objectionable and matrimony must be out of the question. He would resolve to think of her no more, a resolution which should be easily kept as they must never meet again, now that he had quit Hertfordshire.  How many such resolutions have been made and how few of them are kept!  Mr. Darcy had no inkling of Elizabeth's forthcoming trip to Kent, at a time which would coincide with his and Colonel Fitzwilliam's own journey to Rosings. It was in this state of ignorance that his firm resolve was made and being quite decided, he was able to snuff out the candles and retire to bed, thus concluding Christmas day at Permberley.


Naomi said...

Congrats, Apple Blossom! Very good job!

Marie said...

Any more games anytime soon?
What about the winners of the double caption contest?

Miss Marianne said...

I will admit, we have been rather negligent of this blog lately, and I apologize. We are hoping to get back to some regular blogging soon, perhaps wish some series other than games for a change of scene, so to speak, but it's likely we'll get back to doing games at some point.
As to the caption contest, I think there were only two entries or something and one of them didn't particularly stand out more than the other. Sorry about that!

Thanks for the reminder, though. I'm glad we have members who are anxious to enjoy the new things we put up! :)

Naomi said...

Oh yes... I LOVE this blog and always anxious for the new things you put up!!
If it isn't to late to enter the double caption contest. Here I have a picture:

And the words I add are:
Have I grown, or is it he who has shrunk?

I wholly understand if I'm too late. (Well I AM too late.)