I spent more than a year delving into Jane Austen’s own life and her novel Persuasion for my previous release: The Persuasion of Miss Jane Austen. But then I returned to my first love – Pride and Prejudice – for my next. The new book is called Miss Georgiana Darcy of Pemberley. The similarity to one of my previous titles is entirely deliberate because it’s a “variation” of The Darcys of Pemberley, this time told from Georgiana’s perspective.
I’ve always felt that I might have shortchanged Georgiana and her courtship story a little the first time around, focusing more on Darcy and Elizabeth’s relationship in their early married life. This one is just the reverse – still plenty of Darcy and Elizabeth, and even a few new “missing scenes” from Pride and Prejudice, but all from Georgiana’s point of view this time. The two novels are complimentary – one book filling in the “off-camera” scenes of the other and the thoughts hidden from view. I trust that together they supply a richer reading experience than either one alone.
Austenesque Reviews: “Miss Georgiana Darcy of Pemberley is a companion novel that enriches Ms. Winslow’s already satisfying and praiseworthy Pride and Prejudice sequel! Full of depth, sympathy, and insight this book is sure to equally please readers who wonder what becomes of Georgiana… While individually I gave The Darcys of Pemberley and Miss Georgiana Darcy of Pemberley 4 and 4.5 stars, but as two stories combined together I’d give them 5 stars.”
Miss Georgiana Darcy of Pemberley is available in paperback and ebook, online at Amazon and Barnes & Noble. Now in audio too!
To give you a taste, here’s chapter 1, the story told in Georgiana’s own words:
I have fallen victim to love twice in my life, and the outcome has been only heartache. Neither man involved, for vastly dissimilar reasons, has proved a wise choice. Not that one has much conscious power of decision in these matters; the heart, perversely, attaches where it will. Yet I am determined to be more circumspect in future. Everyday I feel the embarrassment of my first attachment and the cruel disappointment of my second. I doubt I could bear a third failure. But, lest I fall into overly gloomy reflections at the very outset of my story, I shall begin with a different man entirely. The others will come along in due course.
It was last autumn when word arrived at Pemberley that Mr. Collins had died. And while I was sorry for it, especially for the pain it unquestionably occasioned his family, I could not feel it deeply myself. I had only met the man once, after all – that being a year earlier and very briefly, at the wedding breakfast for my brother and his new wife Elizabeth. Even she, to whom Mr. Collins was some relation, seemed not too deeply wounded when the news came by post from her family at Longbourn.
“Mr. Collins is dead!” Elizabeth had read out in surprise almost immediately upon opening the letter.
“Dead?” my brother, sitting across from her, repeated, appearing likewise incredulous. “How can that be?”
I interrupted. “Pray, remind me who is – or I suppose I should say ‘was’ – this Mr. Collins of whom you speak?”
“He is my cousin,” Elizabeth explained, looking up, “and married to my dear friend Charlotte. You will remember him as the rector of Hunsford. It seems he choked on a mouthful of mutton! Can you believe it, Darcy? Mama says here that she had the story straight from Lady Lucas.” Returning her attention to the page, she scanned further down. “Oh, poor Charlotte! It happened right in front of her, apparently, without her being able to do anything about it. Imagine!”
Upon hearing these revelations, I could not help but shudder and do just that.
“What else does your mother have to say?” asked my brother more calmly.
“Oh, she goes on to praise Mr. Collins as if he had been some kind of saint. I understand that one does not like to speak ill of the dead, but why is it that people always feel compelled to improve upon the disposition of even the most ignoble person once he is gone? Mark my words, Darcy. Before many days have elapsed, Mr. Collins’s character will have been wholly remade – his faults will sink into insignificance and his virtues will soar to unprecedented heights. He will be quite unrecognizable, I daresay, described as the kindest person and the finest clergyman who ever lived.”
“Now, really, Lizzy,” my brother scolded mildly, but I thought I saw him stifle a laugh at the same time.
In some confusion, I asked, “And you mean that such a testimony would be completely false?”
My brother exchanged a speaking glance with his wife before answering. “You did not know the man, Georgiana, clearly. And Elizabeth is right that one does not like to speak ill of the dead. Let us just say that such a positive endorsement of Mr. Collins’s character would be a very generous exaggeration of the truth.”
“Very generous, indeed!” agreed Elizabeth. “Nevertheless, I do genuinely sympathize with Charlotte. I wonder how she is bearing the shock of the thing, and what will become of her now. I doubt Mr. Collins has left her a very comfortable income, and I cannot suppose Lady Catherine will allow her to stay on at the parsonage indefinitely. Her entire life will be in upheaval.” Looking at her husband, she appealed, “My love, I think we must go to her and give what comfort we can.”
“Of course. We shall deliver our sincere condolences to Hunsford in person and make certain Mrs. Collins knows she can call on us for anything she may need. We should begin preparations for our departure without delay. There is much to be done.” He stood and extended his hand.
As Elizabeth took it and rose to his side, her eyes shone with love and gratitude.
“Shall I go as well, do you think?” I asked, rather hoping to be included in the expedition. “Although I did not really know Mr. Collins, I would be gratified to be of service to you, Elizabeth, in this time of sorrow.”
Elizabeth smiled at me, saying, “Thank you, my dear. Although I very much appreciate your offering, it is quite unnecessary, I assure you. I am in no danger of being overcome by grief on the occasion. And as for attending the funeral yourself, you mustn’t think of it. No one will expect it of you. Women are still largely excused, and besides, as you say, you barely knew the man.”
“I doubt there will be any social calls of interest on this trip,” added my brother, “and we will not be long away. You had much better stay here at Pemberley and be comfortable.”
“Is there anything I can get for you in town?” Elizabeth asked me. “Books? Music? Something from the drapers or milliners, perhaps?”
I went through a mental checklist. “The only thing I desire is some new music, if you would be so kind. I shall write down for you the names of the pieces I have in mind. Are you sure it won’t be too much trouble?”
“Trouble? Heavens, no!” exclaimed Elizabeth. “When we treat you to new music, we treat ourselves, for we are the clear beneficiaries when you play it.”
So the plan was made. Mr. and Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy were to travel south for Mr. Collins’s services without me. Inwardly, I repined. Outwardly, I submitted to my brother’s decision without protest, even though I knew that when he and Elizabeth quit Pemberley the next morning, a precious portion of the life of the place would escape out the doors with them, as if the house itself had emitted a deep sigh from which it would not soon recover. The time would pass more slowly for me until they returned, and with less variety. I would miss my brother, yes, but Elizabeth probably more. And Mrs. Reynolds, dear though she was to me, could never be expected to supply what I would thereby lose in the way of close companionship and conversation – generous luxuries I had grown accustomed to over the previous year.
Marrying Elizabeth Bennet was the best thing my brother had ever done, for himself and for his sister. In Elizabeth, we acquired a treasure, one for which I expect our family will be forever the richer.
Fitzwilliam (or William, as I more commonly call him) is happy, as is Elizabeth. No one who sees them together can doubt it or that they are still, all these months later, deeply in love. It is an union that has operated to the advantage of both. Most would undoubtedly presume the former Miss Bennet, of little fortune or status, to have been the winner in the case. While it is true that her new husband’s experience, resources, and place in the world brought her benefits incalculable, he has profited by the match as well, only in less tangible ways. Elizabeth’s ease and liveliness have softened his rough edges and improved his disposition. In general, he is less dogmatic in his opinions now, less rigid in manner, and consequently far less likely to cause offence where he means not to give it.
As for myself, I acquired a longed-for sister when they married – one young enough to enter into my concerns and yet old enough to help and advise. Accordingly, I found in Elizabeth something of a mother as well, to fit alongside the paternal position my brother had been forced to adopt by the loss of our true father a few years before. Together the two of them soon formed the better, brighter part of my limited world. Together they also lived out before me the example of what wedded life should look like.
I often wonder if my parents enjoyed, albeit much too briefly, the same kind of connubial felicity. Although I was far too young when my mother died to have made such observations myself, I have sometimes been able to persuade Mrs. Reynolds, who has served this family for some thirty years, to share her stories with me. She speaks of her former master and mistress in tender terms that seem to imply it was a good marriage. I like to think so.
Although I am eager to carry on that heritage, to follow in the cherished parental footsteps, I fear it may never be, that perhaps I am not destined for that sort of contentment. Early indications certainly are not promising. They tend to support the idea that loving without return may be my lot in life instead – a distressing prospect. It is bad enough to discover one has bestowed one’s affections where they were undeserved. But to bestow them on a person eminently worthy and yet unable to reciprocate is more painful still, I find. How shall I endure it? I feel myself quite unequal to the task.
Yet, apparently, endure it I must. And therefore I will.
I am a Darcy, as my brother is fond of reminding me, by which he means not only that I have an obligation to comport myself with decorum and modest restraint, even in the face of the most difficult circumstances, but also that I inherently possess the fortitude to do so. I may doubt the latter part, since I have on at least one past occasion failed to uphold this high expectation. But I cannot argue with him, for I know he has felt the same kind of pain I experience, coming through it with dignity. And to a brilliant result besides. Who would have guessed from the miserable way he and Elizabeth began that a bright future lay before them? God grant me the same strength and courage to persevere… and, if it pleases Him, to find a similar reward in the end.
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Lovely chapter!! I very much look forward to the publication of your book from Georgiana’s POV and must now locate a copy of the earlier companion volume. Thank you for sharing the link to Chapter One, and now I must return to Austen Variations to continue with the selection from Chapter Two…. 🙂
Have a wonderful week!
Thank you so much, Susanne, for taking time to leave such encouraging comments. Keeps me going! The idea of pairing this book with The Darcys of Pemberley is that it shouldn’t matter which one you read first, or I suppose they could be read side-by-side (some redundancy, but I’ve tried to keep it to a minimum). I’m syncing the time lines by chapter number, so the action in both books will be concurrent.
Somehow I missed reading this before (and i do admit to having unopened e-mails due to busyness). Now having read it do find it to be very enjoyable. I look forward to the publication.
Glad to hear it, Sheila! It will probably be late summer or early fall.
Like Sheila, I’ve missed this one too. I’m very behind reading my blog post emails and blog posts in general. Life, The Universe and Everything! I really enjoyed The Darcys of Pemberley and this alterntive PoV looks to be equally enjoyable.
Off to read the excerpts from Chapter 2 now.
Glad the universe is giving you a chance to catch up, Anji!
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First let me say that I quite like the story being told through Georgiana’s eyes. Secondly, chapter one telss us that this story belongs to our georgie. Not enough books are out there where we see a mature young woman.
Can’t. Wait for the book to come out.
Yes, it’s definitely Georgiana’s book, and she’s struggling to be seen by all as a “mature young woman.” That’s one of the themes of the book. I’d say she succeeds by the end! Thanks for your comment, Lizzie. 🙂
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Dear Shannon, I just read the first chapter of Georgiana’s story and it’s already obvious that it will be a page-turner, as were The Darcys of Pemberley and Return to Longbourn. I intend to purchase a copy as soon as it becomes available. BTW, I’m a few pages in another of your wonderful books, “For Myself Alone” and marvel (again) at your ability to maintain the Jane Austen tone in your writing. Keep them coming, Shannon!
Thank you for taking the time to leave a comment, Sonia. It’s so encouraging to hear that what I do makes a positive difference in people’s lives. And I intend to keep writing as long as people want to keep reading!
Will be watching for your new book! I have loved the other books that you have written! The first Chapter that I have read is making me itch already to get my hands on it. Thank you for writing such good material.
Thanks for your comment, Teresa! It’s very encouraging to hear back from happy readers. I think Georgiana is a delightful creature, and I’m so glad you’re interested in her story too. 😀
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I finished this book a couple of days ago and really enjoyed it. In fact, I have enjoyed all of your Pride and Prejudice continuations.
Thanks so much for taking the time to let me know, Amy! If you’re so inclined, a review on Amazon would be much appreciated, to help the book get off to a good start. 😀
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