Ms. Austen, tell me, if you were one of the Bennett sisters, which would you be?
Why, Lizzie, of course. Though I should aspire to be tempered by Jane’s good nature.
Ms. Austen, talk about why you never married.
That is a rude and impertinent question, which I shall answer only because there is, at minimum, one young lady who shall hear this conversation and be struck with the possibility that her sole mission in life may not be, after all, to find, marry, and serve a husband.
In other words, your Mr. Darcy never arrived for you.
Is that all you gathered from my novel? I am fatigued with insipidness.