"The Sisters' Holiday" by Jayne Bamber

Hello again, Dear Readers!

As we all get cozy for this holiday season, perhaps some of us will be watching “The Holiday” – but ask yourself this, what if the Bennet sisters and the Dashwood sisters sought the same method of curing their broken hearts… by trading places?

When the Dashwood sisters decide to remain at Longbourn after a family Christmas celebration, Mrs. Jennings instead brings Jane and Elizabeth to London with her, and there they encounter a few of the unpleasant people their cousins hoped to avoid – the Ferrarses, Colonel Brandon, Willoughby, and John & Fanny Dashwood – yikes!

Worst of all… Lucy Steele not only has her claws in Edward – the man Jane and Elizabeth know their cousin Elinor pines for – Lucy also fawns her way into a friendship with Caroline Bingley! Though this does not bode well, it leads to a significant chain of events for the Bennet sisters, and they learn that perhaps Mrs. Jennings is more perceptive than Marianne gave her credit for.

The Sisters’ Holiday is coming to Kindle next month – here’s another sneak peek…

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The next day, they paid the dreaded call on Miss Bingley, for Mrs. Jennings was eager to dispatch with her promise to put Jane in the path of Mr. Bingley. Mrs. Palmer and Miss Steele joined Mrs. Jennings and her two charges, for Mrs. Palmer was acquainted with Mrs. Hurst already. 

The Hursts resided in Hanover Square, and Miss Bingley grinned savagely at them as she told Jane, “I have come to stay with my sister, as Charles is not in London at present. He has decided to travel with the widow of our late elder brother.”

Miss Steele was not unaware of Elizabeth and Jane’s hesitation to befriend her. She narrowed her eyes at them and smiled at their hostess as she whispered, “Poor Miss Bennet! She has worn a very fine gown, but it does not at all suit her complexion when she wears such a look of disappointment! She is pinker than her sprigged muslin!”

Elizabeth stiffened as she heard this, though Jane appeared distracted by some cold remark from Miss Bingley. She turned away to speak to Mrs. Jennings when Mrs. Hurst tittered at something else Miss Steele said, and then leaned over to claim Miss Bingley’s attention.

“Caroline, it is such a pity Charles has gone away! Is not Miss Steele utterly charming? You have chosen a fine companion, Charlotte! What a wicked sense of humor she has - that is just what we like.”

Miss Bingley abruptly turned to her sister, though Jane was still speaking. “I must hazard a guess you have been shopping with Mrs. Palmer, Miss Steele, for you are dressed very smart! I should like to know your modiste. That shade of blue is my brother’s favorite; I daresay he would be falling at your feet, for it is always his custom to charm the young ladies wherever he goes.”

“I have not been as fortunate as the Miss Bennets in acquiring an entirely new wardrobe for my stay in London, but this frock was a gift from dear Mrs. Palmer - I hope I shall have many occasions to wear it.” Miss Steele smiled smugly as she preened. 

“You are a natural beauty, and need not exert yourself so much to be positively striking,” Mrs. Hurst assured her. “Some ladies are enchanted by finery, while those such as yourself have little need of it - though it is clear you possess such elegance all the same.”

“Yes, indeed,” Miss Bingley agreed. “Pray, what age are you? Nineteen! Ah, that accounts for the youthful bloom about you! Why, we are nearly the same age. My sister is only a few years older, but to me she is an old married woman! Do I not always say so, Louisa, and wish for a friend my own age? Come and sit beside me, Miss Steele, for I wish to examine your hair - so beautifully styled!”

Miss Bingley gestured to the small chaise where Jane sat, which might barely admit a second. Jane moved to one side to make way for Miss Steele, tipping her face down to hide her mortification. Miss Steele sat down very close to Jane, then shifted herself about as if getting comfortable, her hip bumping into Jane’s and pushing her further to one side, until she nearly toppled over. 

Mrs. Jennings frowned at this, cast a wary glance at Elizabeth, and then beckoned to Jane. “Come and sit with me, dear Jane. I daresay you must have many tales to tell me of Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst, from your time together in Hertfordshire. They are so very keen to befriend a new acquaintance that you must have been quite intimate after two months together in the country!”

Elizabeth wished to leap from her seat and applaud the woman for such tactful insolence, and Jane was visibly heartened by this subtle defense. Grinning, Elizabeth observed, “I daresay London must be a positive influence on Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst. Here they are perfectly at ease and amenable to befriending those beneath them.”

Mrs. Jennings pressed her lips together - Jane had reminded her with uncharacteristic vehemence not to speak of their fortune to Miss Bingley, though it was clear the woman was wishing to rub Miss Bingley’s face in the revelation. Elizabeth had no doubt that the superior sisters would hear of it eventually, and not with any pleasure, but to speak of it themselves would only provoke them to suppose that Jane sought Mr. Bingley’s approval. 

Miss Bingley smirked at Elizabeth. “You understand me perfectly, Miss Elizabeth. I fear I have not the disposition to be agreeable to the sort of people we encountered at Netherfield, but in London I find that I can be just as charming as Charles is to everybody he meets. I hope I have a keen eye for those who would make excellent friends, and I should never call you beneath me, Miss Steele.”

“It would be shockingly rude!” Mrs. Hurst nodded her agreement and fidgeted with her bracelets, which Miss Steele proceeded to admire.

Mrs. Jennings fretted once more. “Miss Elizabeth only means that she and Jane are the daughters of a gentleman, and of course their company is sought after by everyone in their village. Oh, Charlotte, Meryton was such a charming village! And Lucy, I am sure you would have liked it very much!”

“I have heard from Mrs. Dashwood, who is vastly contended to be at her childhood home,” Mrs. Palmer agreed, oblivious to the tension. 

“Do the officers of the regiment still receive a hearty welcome there?” Mrs. Hurst offered Jane a condescending smile, and then her gaze darted to Elizabeth. “I am astonished you should wish to part with the companions that caused your family such excitement.”

Before Jane could answer, Miss Bingley trilled with laughter. “You must not take this as an inducement to hasten thither, Miss Steele; surely you have the good sense to aim higher, however charming certain officers may be, and I should not like to part with you when I look forward to seeing more of you.”

“I should like that far better than any country village,” Miss Steele agreed. “The Miss Bennets have one another, but my own sister is still in Devonshire. Mrs. Palmer’s sister, Lady Middleton, has taken up the notion of playing matchmaker for Anne.”

“And you must desire some friends who will do the same for you! Well, leave it to me, Miss Steele,” Mrs. Hurst replied. 

“We are in perfect accord,” Mrs. Palmer told her friend, clapping her hands. 

Mrs. Jennings laughed heartily. “Perhaps your sister has no wish for your assistance, Mrs. Hurst?”

Miss Bingley blanched and grimaced before finding some new excuse to praise Miss Steele while slighting Jane and Elizabeth.

Mrs. Jennings remained a staunch defender of her two young guests throughout the visit, and though she was clever enough to perceive the superior sisters’ determination to insult Jane, she began to strain decorum as she parried their barbs, until it was evident that Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley were perfectly willing to mock Mrs. Jennings along with her charges. Mrs. Palmer remained unaware of the venomous undertones of their conversation, while Miss Steele reveled in her own advantage.

At last the visit ended, and Elizabeth had never been happier to leave a place - just as she felt after every occasion of parting with Miss Bingley. Unfortunately, Jane realized as they descended the front steps that she had forgotten her reticule. Elizabeth accompanied her back into the house, and the two sisters fell silent at the sound of derisive laughter.

“It is pathetic, Louisa! Pursuing Charles to London, how desperate! The poor chit has no idea that he falls in love with half a dozen insipid maidens every year! At least there is little chance of Miss Steele getting her claws in him, for she is not fair and dull, as he prefers, else I would never have encouraged her.”

“But at least Miss Steele has a look of wit about her, and she has some connections to boast of. The Palmers are vastly wealthy, so it may be a worthy acquaintance to pursue. And if it will put Jane Bennet in her place, so much the better! I should willingly condescend to befriend Miss Steele if it will teach Jane Bennet her own insignificance.”

Miss Bingley gave a haughty laugh. “Miss Steele is certainly willing to be a party to the Bennet chits’ humbling - I should like to learn why she despises them. What is it they say? The enemy of my enemy is my friend? Oh, yes indeed! I could see it in her eyes that Miss Steele wishes to give them a set-down! For that alone, she deserves the reward of whatever we can do for her.”

Jane brought her hands to her mouth, her eyes wide as she stood frozen in the corridor. Elizabeth reached out and took her sister’s arm, tugging her toward the door. “Come away, Jane,” she whispered. “We will retrieve your reticule another time.”

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To be continued! Check out my next post for a glimpse at what befalls Jane and Elizabeth when they flee Caroline’s vitriol – Jane will certainly be rewarded after enduring such nastiness. And with each post of my blog tour, I will be selecting a giveaway winner from the comments!

About the Author:

Jayne Bamber is a life-long Austen fan, and a total sucker for costume dramas. Jayne read her first Austen variation as a teenager and has spent more than a decade devouring as many of them as she can. This of course has led her to the ultimate conclusion of her addiction, writing one herself.

Jayne’s favorite Austen work is Sense and Sensibility, though Sanditon is a strong second. Despite her love for Pride and Prejudice, Jayne realizes that she is no Lizzy Bennet, and is in fact growing up to be Mrs. Bennet more and more each day.

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