I am sorry to say I found In my presence a pathetic little weasel. This weasel's name is no other than Mr. Collins. Short in stature, dull in mind, low in confidence, and lacking looks, this man has become the laughing stock in my family once again. He bielves his opinion is one we hold dearly and wait for anxiously, when in fact we laughed our way through it and never gave a response, why would we send a response? Better things must be accomplished, like feeding the geese or daydreaming.

Oh my dearest Elizabeth! How much I wish you would not think badly of Mr. Collins! I know what he has said is greatly upsetting, and I was also pained by his words but... How I wish you would not say such things! He is family, no matter how... thoughtless to our feelings! I know we have had our laughs about how little his opinions matter to our family, but I regret those times. It should not have been done, and I beg forgiveness because I find myself cruel for giggling at something I thought was silly at the time, but I realize it was not. It was horribly rude and unpleasant of me! I understand that he has not been in our favor. He is sometimes as much as a weasel as you claim he is, but I do not wish to see that. Call me naïve, but I wish to only believe what he said was in our best interest. He did not mean to hurt mother or our family, I hope. Oh sister, please change your mind over the matter! It would bring me peace of mind…
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