The coach is leaving early in the morning. We don't want to miss it!"

Jane carefully packed her best clothes and shoes for the long journey ahead. She would also bring along her writing pen and paper so that she might do some work on her novel. Her hands were beginning to shake with nervous anticipation. She still could not believe that she was attending a ball in London. And especially that it was being given by her dear Mr. Lefroy. In all of her constant imaginings over the years, never had she imagined this. She did hope that it would work out for the best this time. And if it didn't, well she might lose her poor mind for good.

Throwing all negative thoughts aside, she continued to prepare for the trip, and tried to get some sleep. But of course, sleep did not come easily that night, and she remained awake into the wee hours, pacing and writing.

She wondered to herself what he might be like now. Amiable, no doubt. But had he remained the same man, strong, and willful? She doubted that she had changed much, except perhaps for her appearance. She had always remained a bit stubborn, and with much independent thought. The latter of which had made her vulnerable in her society.

She also had thoughts of her father. He would take such delight in this! From his very death bed he had wished her nothing but happiness and contentment.