A Summer Picnic, Henford-On-Bagley β Late summer, 1811
Arabella: Miss Milbourne! It's to lovely to see you in the countryside again with the whole of the Ton this year. We have missed you in years past. Charlotte:Β Oh, um, thank you Miss Wellesley. I have certainly missed the fresh air.
A: Mmm, I'm certain you have, considering all that time you've spent cooped up like a hen with your gentlemen callers. C: P-pardon me?
A: Oh, I'm simply saying that I've noticed one certain gentleman who makes a frequent visit to your home nearly every day. Tell us, Miss Milbourne, is there something the Ton should know? Are you compromised?
[whispers, gasps]
Margareth: Arabella, that was hardly appropriateβ
C: Why-I, n-no. No of course not. A: That is certainly not what I have been told.
M: Arabella that was unbelievably uncalled for! A: It's not my fault that she's a lady-bird. I was just warning the gentlemen. M: You know that isn't true.
Edward: Charlotte! Wait, Charβ C: I just want to leave.
E: Do not listen to Arabella Wellesley, she's just a jealous, mean-spirited girl. She is just in envy of you and your talentsβ
C: How can I be better than Arabella Wellesley when you are courting her?
C: I'm not blind, Edward. I've watched you all summer, dance and smile and laugh with her when you didn't think I was looking. You cannot speak to me of us and our past when you go back and prepare a future with her!
E: Charlotte... I... I'm sorry. C: It does not matter. I am returning back to Sable Square to continue my summer in Henford, and then I am to leave.
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