💐 Longbourn Estate 💐
From Jane Austen's "Pride and Prejudice"
Come relive Bennet Family moments at Longbourn Estate. Located in Hertfordshire, this beloved family home has a blacksmith, stable, carriage house, servants quarters and a manor that has morning and drawing rooms, study and 5 bedrooms.
Made for the##storyhousecollective#TS4CreatingAClassic collab hosted by @stonysteps and @freyia_fairy
Inspo was Groombridge Place that was used as Longbourn in the 2005 movie.
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Started reading Longbourn by Jo Baker and ooft... it's a struggle.
What's billed as 'a reimagining of Pride and Prejudice from the point of view of the servants' according to a quote on the cover is actually the author forcing their modern views onto domestic staff in the Regency era that it seems unlikely they would ever have held.
The narrative primarily follows Sarah (who is named in the original novel which furthers my point that the staff do have a role in it) who seems annoyed when she actually has to actually serve the family who employ her to be... a servant? Yes, to us today the concept of being employed by someone else to wash their clothes, help them dress and serve their food seems.... strange... to say the least, but at the time it was a job like any other and part of the strict hierarchical structure of society where everyone 'knew' their place.
While it is true that the Industrial Revolution saw domestic staff leave positions they held at estates such as Longbourn in droves and move to cities in search of better job opportunities and pay... that really began in earnest after this time (particularly when railways began to be constructed and travel became easier).
One of the servants came from a workhouse and as anyone with even a passing familiarity with the plot of Oliver Twist will understand, if you came from such abject poverty and dismal circumstances, being a servant at a country estate would seem like an amazing life in comparison.
There are also a lot of allusions to slavery which are, in my opinion, clumsily done and forced into the plot in an attempt, I think, by the author to subtly compare the suffering of slaves to the situation of domestic servants. Which is not only misguided but also pretty insensitive (to say the very least) given that tens of millions of human beings were forcibly removed across the Atlantic Ocean to work against their will in unimaginable conditions (if they even survived the Middle Passage) to line the pockets of the rich and to construct the nations which they and their descendants have largely been kept from benefitting economically from to this day... whereas servants in Britain worked for a wage and were (largely) treated well by their employers and had agency (obviously within reason, if they were treated badly they could quit but it would be a risk).
But servants spoke to each other, so masters and mistresses of estates knew that they must treat their staff well, otherwise they would never be able to secure decent help as no servant worth their salt would work for them. I don't dispute it was a tough life! But there were definitely more precarious situations than working an estate such as Longbourn for a family such as the Bennets.
Plus, I question the need for such as a perspective as I would argue that Pride and Prejudice actually does draws attention to the servants. We know the name of both Longbourn's housekeeper, Mrs Hill (who tells Elizabeth and Jane about the letter Mr Bennet received with news on Lydia) and Pemberley's housekeeper, Mrs Reynolds (who has an enormous part to play in improving Elizabeth's opinion of Mr Darcy).
In addition, we learn something of the respective companions of Anne de Bourgh, with Mrs Jenkinson ('in whose appearance there was nothing remarkable, and who was entirely engaged in listening to what she said, and placing a screen in the proper direction before [Anne]'s eyes') and Mrs Annesley ('a genteel, agreeable-looking woman, whose endeavour to introduce some kind of discourse proved her to be more truly well-bred than either [Miss Bingley and Mrs Hurst]').
Servants are present in the original novel. They are not described in detail because a contemporary audience would understand they would have been present, sort of like how modern day novels would not have characters charging their phones up or detailed descriptions of them being used. They're just so commonplace and second nature to us that we understand everyone does those things. and it was similar back then with servants. They weren't callously 'ignored' by Jane Austen; it isn't within the scope of the novel for a reason because Pride and Prejudice focuses on gentry families and their personal relationships with each other... rather than the servants who washed their dirty dresses...
jo baker after she gave a name to and crafted an entire novel around the unnamed footman in pride & prejudice just to make him experience the horrors of the napoleonic war and develop self loathing
He loved her [... and] he wanted nothing from her: this was a generous, expansive feeling, unattached to the possibility of gratification; it was a simple happiness that came from knowing that one particular person was alive in the world.
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The first glow of dawn crept through the curtains of Pemberley, casting a gentle light upon the lavish yet comforting surroundings of your new home. You awoke to the familiar sight of Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, your husband, still slumbering peacefully beside you. His brow was slightly furrowed, a remnant of the intense thoughts that often occupied his mind, yet in repose, he appeared entirely at peace. It was difficult to believe how fortunate you were to have captured the heart of such a man, whose very presence instilled both admiration and trepidation in the hearts of many.
As you lay upon the cool silk sheets, a great wave of contentment washed over you. Your marriage had swept you into a world of serene beauty, filled with the lush grounds of Pemberley, the exquisite company of your friends, and the occasional fleeting visits from your family at Longbourn. Each day held the promise of new discoveries within the estate and the deepening of your bond.
Yet, it was not long before the tranquility of your life was interrupted by the arrival of a letter—its heavy wax seal unmistakable and indeed foreboding. Wrapped in the quiet serenity of the early hour, you lingered over a letter in your hand, your eyes tracing over the familiar handwriting of your mother. She had penned it with all the usual flourishes and abundant words, leaving little doubt as to its purpose: a formal invitation to return to Longbourn as Mr. Darcy’s wife, her third eldest daughter's distinguished and celebrated husband.
The news, though not unexpected, stirred a flutter of nerves within you. It would be your first visit back since your marriage, and though your heart leapt at the thought of reuniting with your family, you couldn’t ignore the apprehension that accompanied the notion. Mr. Darcy, always so refined, so restrained, was far removed from the lively and, at times, chaotic household at Longbourn. Would he truly feel comfortable there?
Setting the letter down, you turned your gaze out to the gardens, taking a deep breath to gather your thoughts. Your sisters, especially Lydia, had been known to behave rather rashly, and you wondered how your mother would perceive Mr. Darcy’s reserved demeanor in a familial setting. You barely heard the approach of footsteps behind you until a warm hand settled gently upon your shoulder.
“Good morning, my dear,” came Mr. Darcy’s familiar, low voice. His presence instantly brought a sense of calm, grounding you as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your temple. “Is all well?”
“Yes,” you replied, offering him a small, reassuring smile as you turned to face him. His gaze lingered on you, his eyes soft and unguarded in the morning light, as he took in the letter clutched in your hand.
“Who writes to you so early?” he inquired, his brow arching in gentle curiosity.
“It is a letter from my family,” you replied, unable to suppress the warmth that colored your voice. “My mother writes to extend an invitation to us both to visit Longbourn.”
At your words, Mr. Darcy’s face remained carefully composed, yet you could sense the slight tension that flickered across his features. He paused, as though considering how best to respond. The corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly, though his gaze grew thoughtful.
“And how do you feel about returning?” he asked, his tone gentle, as if fully aware of the emotions that might accompany such a visit.
You glanced down, fingers smoothing over the edge of the letter. It had been several weeks since your wedding, and though you longed to share your joy with your family, there was an undeniable uncertainty that crept into your thoughts. “I long to see my family again, though… I fear for how you might find Longbourn. It is quite different from Pemberley,” you added, searching his face for any hint of hesitation.
He watched you for a moment, the softness in his eyes deepening. “I shall not lie to you, my love,” he said, cupping your chin gently and fixing his stormy gaze upon you. “I entertain not the thought of enduring an entire week filled with Miss Elizabeth Bennett's incessant teasing about my reserved nature nor Wickham’s jests about my reputation."
"However,” he continued, a soft smile breaking through his austere features, “If it brings you happiness, then there is no question,” he replied steadily, taking your hand in his. “Your family is of the utmost importance to you, and as such, they are important to me as well. Besides,” he added with a slight smile, “I am not without faults myself. I should not judge those of others.”
Relieved and heartened by his words, you nodded, a smile breaking across your face. “I am certain they will be overjoyed to see us—though I must prepare you, my dear, for my mother’s very thorough attentions.”
He laughed softly, an easy sound that you had come to cherish. “I will brace myself,” he said, amusement lighting his features. “And I trust I shall have your guidance through any… lively encounters.”
You laughed as well, a lightheartedness blooming within you at his good-natured acceptance of your family’s quirks. “I promise you, sir, that you shall have my unwavering support.”
With the arrangements quickly made, you soon found yourselves on the journey southward towards Longbourn watching as the rolling green hills of Derbyshire gradually gave way to the familiar countryside of Hertfordshire. The pair settled within a carriage that seemed both vast and cozy; a fitting sanctuary for a newly married couple. As your carriage pulled to a stop in front of the modest yet well-loved estate of Longbourn, your heart thundered with a mix of anticipation and unease. You could only hope that Mr. Darcy, despite his reservations, would find common ground among your spirited family.
Upon arrival, the atmosphere at Longbourn was as lively as ever. The moment you stepped out of the carriage, the familiar sound of your mother’s voice greeted you, carrying across the lawn with a mixture of excitement and haste.
“My dearest girl! Oh, how we have missed you so!” Mrs. Bennet’s voice was shrill with delight as she bustled forward, gathering you into a warm embrace. “And Mr. Darcy,” she added, directing her attentions to him with a delighted, if somewhat anxious, look. “How grand it is to see you here at Longbourn, sir! We are ever so honored by your presence.”
Darcy bowed respectfully, his manners impeccable as he returned her greeting. “Mrs. Bennet, the pleasure is entirely ours. I thank you for your warm welcome.”
Your sisters quickly gathered around, each eager to greet you with hugs and questions, while Mr. Bennet observed from a distance with his usual blend of wry amusement and reserved affection. Elizabeth wore a knowing smile, and Lydia, ever humored, welcomed you with uncountable inquiries. As your husband's eyes met yours, his stoic expression unchanging but for the faintest glint of humor as he took in the enthusiastic reception. The energy of Longbourn, so familiar and lively, was a contrast to the refined calm of Pemberley, yet he stood at your side without a hint of discomfort.
Inside, the home was as cozy and bustling as you remembered, filled with familiar scents and sounds. After settling in and exchanging the first rounds of pleasantries, you found yourself walking alongside Darcy, his hand resting lightly on your back as he guided you into the drawing room.
As you walked through the room, Mr. Bingley and Jane entered, their faces lighting up at the sight of you. “Darcy! Mrs. Darcy! How wonderful to see you!” Bingley exclaimed, his charm as infectious as ever.
“Bingley, it is a pleasure,” Mr. Darcy replied, visibly relaxing in the warmth of his friend’s presence.
Jane approached, her expression gentle and full of love as she embraced you. “How lovely you look! I have missed you so.”
“And I you, dear Jane,” you replied, stepping back to admire her. “You are positively glowing.”
The afternoon passed in a pleasant haze of conversation, your sisters’ laughter mingling with the chatter of your mother and the occasional, bemused interjection from your father. You couldn’t help but notice Darcy’s subtle but attentive presence beside you—his hand on your arm, his occasional soft glance, his thoughtful replies to your family’s many inquiries.
As the week proceeded, it became evident that the unique personalities of your family proved both entertaining and challenging. Your sisters took every opportunity to tease you about your courtship, while Lydia and Kitty whispered conspiratorially whenever Mr. Darcy entered the room. You caught Mr. Darcy, more than once, with a bemused smile despite his noble attempts to maintain his composure.
As the evening drew to a close and the glow of candlelight flickered softly around you, you found your husband awaiting you alone in the quiet of the hallway. Upon approach, you caught his gaze, noting the unexpected peaceful expression on his face. “You seem rather at ease, Mr. Darcy,” you observed with a playful smile. “Are you quite certain you are still in Hertfordshire?”
He chuckled softly, his hand reaching out to take yours. “If this is to be our frequent lot as a married couple,” he replied, drawing you closer, “then I consider myself most fortunate." he began, an expression of genuine admiration upon his face, "Though I must confess, I underestimated the warmth and charm your family possesses. Your mother is indeed... a force of nature.”
Touched by his sincerity, you leaned against him, feeling the solid, comforting presence of him by your side. “And I am most fortunate to have a husband as willing as you, Fitzwilliam. You are a true gentleman, they adore you already.”
With the hint of a smile, he took your hands in his, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. “You have made me feel entirely at ease. I daresay, I shall survive a week of Longbourn’s vibrant company.”
“And I shall not stop teasing you about it,” you whispered, playful mischief glimmering in your eyes, making him chuckle softly.
“Do so, if you wish, but know that my heart is utterly taken by you,” he said, presaging an unbreakable bond between you that withstood even the most chaotic family gatherings.
His expression softened, his eyes lingering on yours with a depth of affection that needed no words. “I hope, then, that your heart will always find a home with me,” he murmured, his voice low and tender, “whether we are at Pemberley or at Longbourn.”
With your hand clasped in his and the stars shining above, you knew, in that quiet, precious moment, that he was right. Pemberley and Longbourn were mere settings. Your true home was here, in his arms, where love and understanding blossomed beyond words and beyond the confines of either estate.
This is a meme I made about Longbourn by Jo Baker. The book is about Pride and Prejudice from the servant's perspective at Longbourn. In the scene when Sarah the maid is cleaning Lizzie's clothes that were covered in mud from walking and seeing Jane. Sarah is tired and has to do this even though this is a duty that no one would want to do. She has to fulfill her duty to the Bennet family and stay loyal in providing for them. The Bennet family is so wrapped up in their own lives and drama that the Pride and Prejudice book is made completely from the family's viewpoint and their acquaintances. There is not much in the book about lower-ranked individuals, which is why this book is so interesting. This scene specifically shows how out of touch the Bennet family is with the actual life of working-class people. This meme shows the contrast between the difficulties of Lizzies social and love life and the real life that the servants live. This scene in the book shows Sarah understanding her complacency and replaceable role in the household. There is a lack of accountability and acknowledgment in this scene of how the family treats their servants. It's almost as if there are no boundaries or respect between the two. Even though it is a service/customer relationship since they are getting paid. They have free will and are indeed being paid to work there so there should be some understanding that there should still be a certain relationship obtained between the two classes. They are people and I think the lack of acknowledgment of humanity is part of the problem.
I have a confession to make (or maybe it’s not a confession because I’m not super subtle about it), I read Jane Austen and her associated works for romance; sue me! This semester I feel as if I’ve been very focused on class dynamics, stylistic choices, and historical accuracy, but somewhere in there I lost the reason why I even picked up Jane Austen in the first place: the love stories. Sitting in class today while listening to myself analyze why it’s socially acceptable for a servant to kiss someone instead of talking about why I think it’s really exciting that they were kissing, I came to this realization that I had completely lost some of the simple joy in Austen while analyzing it. Reading Longbourn has been really fun for me, and while the cool and smart reason would be because of the interesting ways in which different worlds (the world of the rich and the world of the servants) are created and traversed by different characters, the real reason is because I NEED to know if James and Sarah are going to end up together. Reading Longbourn has reminded me that, yes, romance can exist in the bounds of Jane Austen, and it’s okay if I spend most of the book living for the slowburn of James and Sarah because they’re really cute together and I’m always a sucker for a grumpy-sunshine trope.
As such, I decided to create a meme really going back to my roots. It’s based on the sad hamster memes where first someone states something and then the sad hamster is supposed to be your disappointed reaction to it. I decided to create this meme where someone, perhaps a real historical accuracy Jane-ite, is saying that romance can’t exist within the bounds of Jane Austen, and then I’m reacting to it in front of Pemberley because it’s THE place for me in Austen, holding Longbourn because it’s the book that fills my romance-loving soul and reminded me of my Austen roots, Ao3 because it’s the place to really get the mushy gushy romance content for Austen that I want, a tote bag with the hand flex and “you have bewitched me body and soul” quote to represent my favorite movie of all time which gives both the Austen content and mushy romance content (I love the US ending and will die on that hill), and a letter that has the first proposal from Darcy to represent that romance does exist in Austen and it’s legal to like those parts of the book best. Don’t get me wrong, I do love a good analysis, but I think sometimes it’s okay to enjoy a piece of fiction and not tear the romance to shreds for the sake of historical accuracy or making a point about Austen’s motivations which I have definitely been guilty of.
On that note, I have a confession to make about a discussion we had in class like a month ago and brought up again in class today as a fact that we agreed on, but I actually have disagreed with it this whole time and I need to put it out there. I do not agree that Elizabeth fell in love with Darcy because of his owning Pemberley. I think Elizabeth fell in love with Darcy because of the Darcy he is at Pemberley. When she arrives at Pemberley she makes some comments about how lovely it all is, but she still doesn’t want to see him. She starts to feel a bit more amiable towards him only after the housekeeper tells stories of him, but up until she runs into Darcy, she’s reflecting on how glad she is that he’s not coming back until the following day. It’s easy to attribute her love of him to Pemberley, but it’s more complicated than that. After the visit with Georgiana, we get this quote: “As for Elizabeth, her thoughts were at Pemberley this evening more than the last; and the evening, though as it passed it seemed long, was not long enough to determine her feelings towards one in that mansion; and she lay awake two whole hours, endeavouring to make them out”. Her thoughts were not “of” Pemberley, they were “at” Pemberley which I think is a really important distinction because the paragraph would still function with “of Pemberley”, but Austen specifically doesn’t write that here. Also, the rest of the passage goes on to list off his qualities that she’s beginning to fall for and not once does she mention his riches, even in a like, “What a good bonus!” way.
I’m going to plug the musical below here again (it’s really good), so if you start at 1:24:04 and watch to 1:28:13 there’s a song called “That’s Not the Man That I Know” that I think really captures this whole idea. The tone of the song starts very combative, like Lizzie is battling with the idea of the Darcy she knows and that of the Darcy she’s hearing about. She softens a bit for a second where we get the “oh he has a nice house” but she goes right back to the combative tone upon seeing him. If it had truly been the house, she would have completely softened to him the moment she recognized that Pemberley is quite nice. However, the tone doesn’t soften to a real affectionate tone until he’s conversed with her aunt and uncle and invited her to dine with Georgina, real evidence that Darcy at Pemberley really isn’t the man she *thinks* she knows and this to me shows that the real Pemberley effect is that of Darcy at Pemberley, NOT the riches which Pemberley represents.
