Welcome, Riana Everly, to More Agreeably Engaged. It is great having you visit and share with us some tidbits about your new release, Teaching Eliza. Mr. Wickham's visit is,...um, well, shall we say, exactly what I would expect from the man. You notice I left of 'gentle'? :) I couldn't quite bring myself to state it otherwise. He is quite the gossip, is he not?
Dear Readers, Mr. Wickham will enjoy speaking much of himself and his looks in your presence. Enjoy, but beware. He forgot his purse and his coins.
Oh, and Mr. Wickham, there is a giveaway of books that might 'flatter' you somewhat as the story must surely mention you, by name and by deed!
Mr. Wickham visits the blog
Well, hello there! I didn’t see you walk
in. Come, sit down and keep me company for a while. Allow me to introduce
myself. The name is George Wickham, recently arrived in London from more
provincial parts. Much more exciting, London is, than that little village where
I was stationed. Better food and drink in the pubs like this one as well, and
so many pretty girls!
Ah, I see you have nothing to drink. Let me
call the serving girl. What will you have? An ale? Tea, perhaps, or plate of
bread and cheese? Ah, here she is. A tea and biscuits for my companion, and
another ale for me, there’s a good wench. Oh, this is embarrassing. Perhaps the
other pocket. Heh, heh, heh… I seem to have left my bag of coins in my rooms.
Would you mind, just this once? I shall treat next time, to be certain! Thank
you so much.
But, to the point, I enjoy sitting here in
this pub. It is close enough to where the Nobs live that their servants
frequent these tables, and I hear the most salacious gossip at times. It is remarkable,
really, how people will talk on and on when they are confronted with a silent
companion. You would not imagine the most intimate details one hears! Why, just
the other day I heard from his very footman that Lord Sommersby was seen
leaving rooms not his own…
Forgive me. You did not come to listen to
this second-hand rumour, although it can be most diverting. What are more
interesting still are the stories from people who do not frequent these tables.
For what happens is this: A gentleman confesses a confidence to his valet,
whose discretion we shall not judge, but who is overheard by a footman in the
corridor. Well, the footman might have a friend in the stables, who in turn
tells the tale to his girl at the bakery, who tells it to her brother, and
before long the story has made its way from Mayfair to the alleyways. And most
of these stories end up here, if a man has the patience to sit and listen for
them. Better still, when one such as I has connections, one may put out a
request for such juicy items of gossip, and they veritably fly to my ears! Do I
profit from these gems, you ask? Well, a gentleman never tells. But, heh, heh,
heh, I am no gentleman!
Look! The lady author Mrs. Everly has even
written about some such events in her novel. I never read such things myself,
for the effort is surely greater than the reward, but I do say that if ever a
book were to be interesting, I should be the subject of it. Here, let us see
what wonderful words she has to offer about me!
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George Wickham is well entrenched in the
gossip mills, but perhaps he does not always listen as carefully as he ought!
Perhaps he should start paying a bit more attention to details.
Ale and brandy were consumed in quantity
and money was wagered and lost even more liberally, and by the time Wickham
returned to his rooms in London three days later, his purse empty and his head
full and pounding, the immediate ado over Darcy’s engagement had subsided, to
be replaced by some scandal from the palace and a rather cryptic article about
the Duke of S’s wife and the Earl of P and some unusual event at the recent
races.
It was two days after this that Wickham’s
head and stomach had settled sufficiently for him to contemplate a visit to his
usual drinking spot, and at last, he finally heard the news.
“D’ye hear the news, Georgie boy? Yer old
pal, Darly or sompin’ like dat, he’s gettin’ hisself leg-shackled!” Wickham
knew the man only as Higgins; he was some ten years Wickham’s senior, a retired
petty naval officer on half-pay, and a regular denizen of the tavern. Although
often somewhat in his cups, the man was usually clean and well-enough dressed
that he was not to be thought of as a complete reprobate. Mrs. Higgins, whoever
she might be, took some care of her wastrel husband, it was clear. Wickham had
spent many an evening relating his tale of woe to all who would listen, and
Higgins, a good-seeming soul behind his drunkenness, was happy to listen. In
turn, he had told his own story, dwelling on the battles he had seen and the final
assault on his ship that had left him with his injury, but Wickham had not
bothered to pay more attention than was needed to nod, frown, or comment
suitably. This was one of Wickham’s most valuable skills, he considered: the
ability to listen only to what he felt was important, whilst leaving the
appreciation of the details and specifics to those whose smaller intellects
might need them. A smart man such as he could always supply the details from
his imaginings, if ever they were needed.
Taking his flagon over to the table where
Higgins sat, Wickham grabbed a chair and placed himself upon it. The man’s news
intrigued him. “Darcy, you say?”
“Aye,” came the affirmation.
“Getting married! Well, this is news
indeed! Tell me what you know. I have been out of… town for some days, and had
missed this item!” He leaned forward and placed his elbows on the low wooden
table, bracing himself above his ale, encouraging his companion to speak.
Always happy to relate gossip, Higgins
grinned, belched, and threw back a large gulp of his own ale, before relating
all of his meagre information. “‘Twas in the newspapers some days back -
yesterday, day b’fore, p’rhaps. I didn’ read it none meself, but I done hear
the nobs talking.” The tavern was a fairly respectable spot, as often
frequented by gentlemen on their way to some slightly unsavoury entertainment
or gaming house as by the more presentable of the underclasses, such as
Higgins. Its location, just off the streets that housed more acceptable
establishments, with its slightly seedy character, allowed these ‘nobs’ the
conceit of feeling they were bashing at the walls of society, living rough, and
taking wild risks, all the while never really leaving the safety of their
fashionable part of town. It was, in short, a marvelous place to hear gossip.
“So, as I was sayin’” Higgins continued,
“these nobs was talkin’ ‘bout yer man, Darcy, being engaged for a shackling,
and how the other one’s sister had best start lookin’ elsewhere, as should
everyone else’s.”
Wickham suppressed a snicker. Caroline had
said nothing at all about this, the little minx! Had she known he would ask
when they last met? Or had it been so inconsequential to her, in the light of
being with him, George Wickham, that she had not thought to comment? Oh, how Darcy
would suffer! “What do you know of the girl?” Wickham asked, feeling he should
make the appropriate inquiries, all the while celebrating his triumph.
“Some little thing from the country, they
was sayin’. Father or brother or someone has an estate out not too far from
town. She must be sompin’ mighty pretty to catch his eye like that, and mighty
wealthy too! From all ye’s said of the man, he wouldn’t let hisself go for less
than his sister’s dowry.”
“Then let us raise a glass to him,
Higgins,” Wickham proclaimed with all good cheer. This was certainly Caroline.
His Caroline, the woman he had tumbled only short days before, and whom he
would have again, and again, before her wedding… and if he had his luck, even
after! Ah, yes, at last things were going his way!
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What? Can it be? Darcy and Caroline? You
might have to read the book to see what’s going on!
Book Description
A tale of love, manners, and the quest
for perfect vowels.
From a new voice in historical romance
comes this sparkling tale, wherein the elegance of Pride and Prejudice
and the wit of George Bernard Shaw’s Pygmalion collide. The results are
clever, funny, and often quite unexpected….
Professor Fitzwilliam Darcy, expert in
phonetics and linguistics, wishes for nothing more than to spend some time in
peace at his friend’s country estate, far from the parade of young ladies
wishing for his hand, and further still from his aunt’s schemes to have him
marry his cousin. How annoying it is when a young lady from the neighbourhood,
with her atrocious Hertfordshire accent and country manners, comes seeking his
help to learn how to behave and speak as do the finest ladies of high society.
Elizabeth Bennet has disliked the professor
since overhearing his flippant comments about her provincial accent, but
recognizes in him her one opportunity to survive a prospective season in
London. Despite her ill feelings for the man, she asks him to take her on as a
student, but is unprepared for the price he demands in exchange.
“With her clever mash-up of two classics,
Riana Everly has fashioned a fresh, creative storyline with an inventive take
on our favorite characters, delightful dialogue and laugh out loud humor. Teaching
Eliza is certain to become a reader favorite. It’s a must read!” – Sophia
Meredith (author of the acclaimed On Oakham Mount and Miss Darcy’s
Companion)
Teaching Eliza is a full-length novel of about 110,000 words.
About the Author
Riana Everly was born in South Africa, but
has called Canada home since she was eight years old. She has a Master’s degree
in Medieval Studies and is trained as a classical musician, specialising in
Baroque and early Classical music. She first encountered Jane Austen when her
father handed her a copy of Emma at age 11, and has never looked back.
Riana now lives in Toronto with her family.
When she is not writing, she can often be found playing string quartets with
friends, biking around the beautiful province of Ontario with her husband,
trying to improve her photography, thinking about what to make for dinner, and,
of course, reading!
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Thank you, Riana Everly and George Wickham, for taking the time to chat with us today. It was, hmm, enlightening! I truly enjoyed having you visit, Riana. It was nice to get to meet you. I'm impressed that you play in string quartets. I love photography too, but don't get to enjoy it as much as I used to because of time constraints. I may have to fix that! :)
I hope your book does really well. Your cover is eye-catching and lovely. Best wishes with your release and thanks so much for allowing my readers to get in on your generous giveaway.
