I suppose it is all very nice. The town does like an opportunity for celebration, and it lifts people's spirits - particularly with the winter still draggling on and some stores running low. It is hardly a festival to my taste, but I can hardly begrudge people their entertainments.
Thinking of such matters, I still have hopes of the endeavour with Miss Galliard, though I have heard nothing from her of late. I should perhaps send her a note and ask her to call upon me soon. I am sufficiently distracted by this thought that I forget to avoid Mrs Linnet's eye as I pass by her stall.
Damnation. I am, of course, compelled by politeness to stop, and she offers me a sample of some rather alarmingly-coloured fruit cup. Now I shall feel all but compelled to take purchase of something, even though I have no use for her fripperies. I suppose a quilt can always be stashed away in the back of Mrs Betton's linen closet with no one any the wiser. I take a sip of the drink - a pleasant enough fruit punch, though hardly to my taste.
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Date: 2010-09-18 07:48 pm (UTC)Thinking of such matters, I still have hopes of the endeavour with Miss Galliard, though I have heard nothing from her of late. I should perhaps send her a note and ask her to call upon me soon. I am sufficiently distracted by this thought that I forget to avoid Mrs Linnet's eye as I pass by her stall.
Damnation. I am, of course, compelled by politeness to stop, and she offers me a sample of some rather alarmingly-coloured fruit cup. Now I shall feel all but compelled to take purchase of something, even though I have no use for her fripperies. I suppose a quilt can always be stashed away in the back of Mrs Betton's linen closet with no one any the wiser. I take a sip of the drink - a pleasant enough fruit punch, though hardly to my taste.