What a treat we have for us this week; not only are we visiting Rosings Park with our humble and grateful guests, we also have the pleasure of visiting Rosings with JAFF author, Joana Starnes, who is taking us on our own private tour, as she shares the pictures, as well as her impressions, from her very own recent visit to Rosings.
I can’t thank Joana enough for indulging my readers with her time and her knowledge of this very special place. As I was preparing for this chapter, it dawned on me that she’s the absolute best person that I know that could speak to us about Rosings and to also share her intimate knowledge of the estate. Since the launch of her gorgeous Facebook page, All Roads Lead to Pemberley, she has shared the places that she has visited throughout England that have inspired her unforgettable and swoon-worthy JAFF stories. Well, wouldn’t you know it, she was more than just happy to host this chapter for my Just Jane 1813 readers and share her own beautiful pictures with us too! She even selected these terrific photos from the 1995 BBC adaptation for this chapter. I just can’t stop looking at that smug look on dear Mr. Collins’ face!
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- Readers’ choice of any JAFF ebook written by Joana Starnes
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So, let’s muster some courage and join the formidable Lady Catherine at Rosings Park! If you’d like to enjoy the song from the 1995 BBC adaptation titled, Rosings, as you read this post, press play on the following line:
Mr. Collins’s triumph, in consequence of this invitation, was complete. The power of displaying the grandeur of his patroness to his wondering visitors, and of letting them see her civility towards himself and his wife, was exactly what he had wished for; and that an opportunity of doing it should be given so soon, was such an instance of Lady Catherine’s condescension, as he knew not how to admire enough.
“I confess,” said he, “that I should not have been at all surprised by her ladyship’s asking us on Sunday to drink tea and spend the evening at Rosings. I rather expected, from my knowledge of her affability, that it would happen. But who could have foreseen such an attention as this? Who could have imagined that we should receive an invitation to dine there (an invitation, moreover, including the whole party) so immediately after your arrival!”“I am the less surprised at what has happened,” replied Sir William, “from that knowledge of what the manners of the great really are, which my situation in life has allowed me to acquire. About the court, such instances of elegant breeding are not uncommon.”
Scarcely anything was talked of the whole day or next morning but their visit to Rosings. Mr. Collins was carefully instructing them in what they were to expect, that the sight of such rooms, so many servants, and so splendid a dinner, might not wholly overpower them.
When the ladies were separating for the toilette, he said to Elizabeth—
“Do not make yourself uneasy, my dear cousin, about your apparel. Lady Catherine is far from requiring that elegance of dress in us which becomes herself and her daughter. I would advise you merely to put on whatever of your clothes is superior to the rest—there is no occasion for anything more. Lady Catherine will not think the worse of you for being simply dressed. She likes to have the distinction of rank preserved.”
While they were dressing, he came two or three times to their different doors, to recommend their being quick, as Lady Catherine very much objected to be kept waiting for her dinner. Such formidable accounts of her ladyship, and her manner of living, quite frightened Maria Lucas who had been little used to company, and she looked forward to her introduction at Rosings with as much apprehension as her father had done to his presentation at St. James’s.
As the weather was fine, they had a pleasant walk of about half a mile across the park. Every park has its beauty and its prospects; and Elizabeth saw much to be pleased with, though she could not be in such raptures as Mr. Collins expected the scene to inspire, and was but slightly affected by his enumeration of the windows in front of the house, and his relation of what the glazing altogether had originally cost Sir Lewis de Bourgh.When they ascended the steps to the hall, Maria’s alarm was every moment increasing, and even Sir William did not look perfectly calm. Elizabeth’s courage did not fail her. She had heard nothing of Lady Catherine that spoke her awful from any extraordinary talents or miraculous virtue, and the mere stateliness of money or rank she thought she could witness without trepidation.
From the entrance-hall, of which Mr. Collins pointed out, with a rapturous air, the fine proportion and the finished ornaments, they followed the servants through an ante-chamber, to the room where Lady Catherine, her daughter, and Mrs. Jenkinson were sitting. Her ladyship, with great condescension, arose to receive them; and as Mrs. Collins had settled it with her husband that the office of introduction should be hers, it was performed in a proper manner, without any of those apologies and thanks which he would have thought necessary.In spite of having been at St. James’s, Sir William was so completely awed by the grandeur surrounding him, that he had but just courage enough to make a very low bow, and take his seat without saying a word; and his daughter, frightened almost out of her senses, sat on the edge of her chair, not knowing which way to look. Elizabeth found herself quite equal to the scene, and could observe the three ladies before her composedly. Lady Catherine was a tall, large woman, with strongly-marked features, which might once have been handsome. Her air was not conciliating, nor was her manner of receiving them such as to make her visitors forget their inferior rank. She was not rendered formidable by silence; but whatever she said was spoken in so authoritative a tone, as marked her self-importance, and brought Mr. Wickham immediately to Elizabeth’s mind; and from the observation of the day altogether, she believed Lady Catherine to be exactly what he represented.
When, after examining the mother, in whose countenance and deportment she soon found some resemblance of Mr. Darcy, she turned her eyes on the daughter, she could almost have joined in Maria’s astonishment at her being so thin and so small. There was neither in figure nor face any likeness between the ladies. Miss de Bourgh was pale and sickly; her features, though not plain, were insignificant; and she spoke very little, except in a low voice, to Mrs. Jenkinson, in whose appearance there was nothing remarkable, and who was entirely engaged in listening to what she said, and placing a screen in the proper direction before her eyes.
After sitting a few minutes, they were all sent to one of the windows to admire the view, Mr. Collins attending them to point out its beauties, and Lady Catherine kindly informing them that it was much better worth looking at in the summer.The dinner was exceedingly handsome, and there were all the servants and all the articles of plate which Mr. Collins had promised; and, as he had likewise foretold, he took his seat at the bottom of the table, by her ladyship’s desire, and looked as if he felt that life could furnish nothing greater. He carved, and ate, and praised with delighted alacrity; and every dish was commended, first by him and then by Sir William, who was now enough recovered to echo whatever his son-in-law said, in a manner which Elizabeth wondered Lady Catherine could bear. But Lady Catherine seemed gratified by their excessive admiration, and gave most gracious smiles, especially when any dish on the table proved a novelty to them. The party did not supply much conversation. Elizabeth was ready to speak whenever there was an opening, but she was seated between Charlotte and Miss de Bourgh—the former of whom was engaged in listening to Lady Catherine, and the latter said not a word to her all dinner-time. Mrs. Jenkinson was chiefly employed in watching how little Miss de Bourgh ate, pressing her to try some other dish, and fearing she was indisposed. Maria thought speaking out of the question, and the gentlemen did nothing but eat and admire.
When the ladies returned to the drawing-room, there was little to be done but to hear Lady Catherine talk, which she did without any intermission till coffee came in, delivering her opinion on every subject in so decisive a manner, as proved that she was not used to have her judgement controverted. She inquired into Charlotte’s domestic concerns familiarly and minutely, gave her a great deal of advice as to the management of them all; told her how everything ought to be regulated in so small a family as hers, and instructed her as to the care of her cows and her poultry. Elizabeth found that nothing was beneath this great lady’s attention, which could furnish her with an occasion of dictating to others.In the intervals of her discourse with Mrs. Collins, she addressed a variety of questions to Maria and Elizabeth, but especially to the latter, of whose connections she knew the least, and who she observed to Mrs. Collins was a very genteel, pretty kind of girl. She asked her, at different times, how many sisters she had, whether they were older or younger than herself, whether any of them were likely to be married, whether they were handsome, where they had been educated, what carriage her father kept, and what had been her mother’s maiden name? Elizabeth felt all the impertinence of her questions but answered them very composedly. Lady Catherine then observed,
“Your father’s estate is entailed on Mr. Collins, I think. For your sake,” turning to Charlotte, “I am glad of it; but otherwise I see no occasion for entailing estates from the female line. It was not thought necessary in Sir Lewis de Bourgh’s family. Do you play and sing, Miss Bennet?”
“Oh! then—some time or other we shall be happy to hear you. Our instrument is a capital one, probably superior to——You shall try it some day. Do your sisters play and sing?”
“One of them does.”
“Why did not you all learn? You ought all to have learned. The Miss Webbs all play, and their father has not so good an income as yours. Do you draw?”
“No, not at all.”
“What, none of you?”
“That is very strange. But I suppose you had no opportunity. Your mother should have taken you to town every spring for the benefit of masters.”
“My mother would have had no objection, but my father hates London.”
“Has your governess left you?”
“We never had any governess.”
“No governess! How was that possible? Five daughters brought up at home without a governess! I never heard of such a thing. Your mother must have been quite a slave to your education.”
Elizabeth could hardly help smiling as she assured her that had not been the case.
“Then, who taught you? who attended to you? Without a governess, you must have been neglected.”
“Compared with some families, I believe we were; but such of us as wished to learn never wanted the means. We were always encouraged to read, and had all the masters that were necessary. Those who chose to be idle, certainly might.”
“Aye, no doubt; but that is what a governess will prevent, and if I had known your mother, I should have advised her most strenuously to engage one. I always say that nothing is to be done in education without steady and regular instruction, and nobody but a governess can give it. It is wonderful how many families I have been the means of supplying in that way. I am always glad to get a young person well placed out. Four nieces of Mrs. Jenkinson are most delightfully situated through my means; and it was but the other day that I recommended another young person, who was merely accidentally mentioned to me, and the family are quite delighted with her. Mrs. Collins, did I tell you of Lady Metcalf’s calling yesterday to thank me? She finds Miss Pope a treasure. ‘Lady Catherine,’ said she, ‘you have given me a treasure.’ Are any of your younger sisters out, Miss Bennet?”
“Yes, ma’am, all.”
“All! What, all five out at once? Very odd! And you only the second. The younger ones out before the elder ones are married! Your younger sisters must be very young?”
“Yes, my youngest is not sixteen. Perhaps she is full young to be much in company. But really, ma’am, I think it would be very hard upon younger sisters, that they should not have their share of society and amusement, because the elder may not have the means or inclination to marry early. The last-born has as good a right to the pleasures of youth as the first. And to be kept back on such a motive! I think it would not be very likely to promote sisterly affection or delicacy of mind.”
“Upon my word,” said her ladyship, “you give your opinion very decidedly for so young a person. Pray, what is your age?”“With three younger sisters grown up,” replied Elizabeth, smiling, “your ladyship can hardly expect me to own it.”
Lady Catherine seemed quite astonished at not receiving a direct answer; and Elizabeth suspected herself to be the first creature who had ever dared to trifle with so much dignified impertinence.
“You cannot be more than twenty, I am sure, therefore you need not conceal your age.”
“I am not one-and-twenty.”
When the gentlemen had joined them, and tea was over, the card-tables were placed. Lady Catherine, Sir William, and Mr. and Mrs. Collins sat down to quadrille; and as Miss de Bourgh chose to play at cassino, the two girls had the honour of assisting Mrs. Jenkinson to make up her party. Their table was superlatively stupid. Scarcely a syllable was uttered that did not relate to the game, except when Mrs. Jenkinson expressed her fears of Miss de Bourgh’s being too hot or too cold, or having too much or too little light. A great deal more passed at the other table. Lady Catherine was generally speaking—stating the mistakes of the three others, or relating some anecdote of herself. Mr. Collins was employed in agreeing to everything her ladyship said, thanking her for every fish he won, and apologising if he thought he won too many. Sir William did not say much. He was storing his memory with anecdotes and noble names.
When Lady Catherine and her daughter had played as long as they chose, the tables were broken up, the carriage was offered to Mrs. Collins, gratefully accepted and immediately ordered. The party then gathered round the fire to hear Lady Catherine determine what weather they were to have on the morrow. From these instructions they were summoned by the arrival of the coach; and with many speeches of thankfulness on Mr. Collins’s side and as many bows on Sir William’s they departed. As soon as they had driven from the door, Elizabeth was called on by her cousin to give her opinion of all that she had seen at Rosings, which, for Charlotte’s sake, she made more favourable than it really was. But her commendation, though costing her some trouble, could by no means satisfy Mr. Collins, and he was very soon obliged to take her ladyship’s praise into his own hands.
I’m certainly glad they all escaped rather unscathed from Lady Catherine’s severe reproofs, especially dear Elizabeth, even though it looked like it was really Mr. Collins who was at the end of his wits! Let’s join Joana as she takes us back to that infamous night at Rosings and then she shares with us the beauties that still reign there today.
So, how did you find dinner at Rosings? A little indigestible, perhaps?
Well, at least Mr Collins didn’t disappoint. He never does. As his creator tells us in an earlier chapter, he is ‘a mixture of pride and obsequiousness, self-importance and humility’ and he reinforces this every time he opens his mouth. He gushes over the dinner invitation at Rosings and sees it as the greatest honour, then goes as far as instructing his long-suffering cousin in matters of dress.
“Do not make yourself uneasy, my dear cousin, about your apparel. Lady Catherine is far from requiring that elegance of dress in us, which becomes herself and daughter. I would advise you merely to put on whatever of your clothes is superior to the rest, there is no occasion for anything more. Lady Catherine will not think the worse of you for being simply dressed. She likes to have the distinction of rank preserved.”
In a few sentences, he manages to be condescending, overbearing, insulting and utterly ridiculous. It’s truly hard to choose the most ridiculous of Mr Collin’s statements, but I can’t help thinking this must be very high up on the list: ‘Just put on your best dress, there’s no need for more.’ What more could Elizabeth do, even if she wished to?
We can’t help feeling sorry for both Maria Lucas and Sir William as we see them quaking at the impending presentation. They are both good people, everything they say and do throughout the novel demonstrates their hearts are in the right place, and it’s not their fault that they’re weak and easily intimidated.
In stark contrast to the sycophantic parson and his meek in-laws, Elizabeth and Charlotte appear as sensible and strong as we know them to be. Charlotte takes it upon herself to make the introductions without servility, ‘in a proper manner, without any of those apologies and thanks which he [Mr Collins] would have thought necessary.’ As for Elizabeth, her ‘courage did not fail her. She had heard nothing of Lady Catherine that spoke her awful from any extraordinary talents or miraculous virtue, and the mere stateliness of money and rank she thought she could witness without trepidation.’
This is the young woman who, having seen the grandeur of both Pemberley and Rosings, would still declare fearlessly and with her head held high ‘He is a gentleman. I am a gentleman’s daughter. So far we are equal.’
In my opinion, this single line says a great deal about of Jane Austen and her views on rank and merit. Her critics (and there can’t be many) say that in her novels she distances herself from social inequality and the realities of life. True enough, she doesn’t dwell on the plight of the dispossessed, nor on the terrible cost of the Napoleonic wars. In my opinion, avoiding the latter is a form of escapism. She had brothers facing mortal peril even as she wrote her novels. Maybe she just didn’t want to imagine them injured, suffering, exposed to the worst dangers so, instead of writing about decimated regiments and sinking ships, she chose to focus on the tame and relatively sane world around her. But that doesn’t leave her works in social limbo. The very statement she makes through Elizabeth is almost revolutionary. She claims that the daughter of a gentleman (who, as we know, is also a tradesman’s niece) is on an equal footing with a gentleman who happens to be an earl’s nephew and whose great uncle was a High Court judge. And, again through Elizabeth, she declares herself supremely unimpressed by Lady Catherine’s stateliness, since it’s based on nothing more than rank and money.
In subtle ways, she argues that one’s position in life is worthy of esteem or not, depending on one’s actions. We have yet to learn of Darcy’s sterling qualities as a landlord and master. But from Lady Catherine’s general deportment we can already perceive her as the sort of patroness who demands unquestioning deference and in return, when her dependants are ‘disposed to be quarrelsome, discontented or too poor’, all she is prepared to do is to sally forth into the village ‘to settle their differences, silence their complaints, and scold them into harmony and plenty.’ She relishes obsequiousness in ways that make her contemptible. Equally contemptible is her delight in seeing herself and her manner of living as superior to that of others: ‘every dish was commended, first by him, and then by Sir William, who was now enough recovered to echo whatever his son in law said, in a manner which Elizabeth wondered Lady Catherine could bear. But Lady Catherine seemed gratified by their excessive admiration, and gave most gracious smiles, especially when any dish on the table proved a novelty to them.’
No wonder then that Elizabeth isn’t intimidated and tolerates her overbearing manner with barely disguised amusement. The conversation after dinner is a case in point. Without any qualms and indifferent to censure from that quarter, Elizabeth openly admits everything that, in Lady Catherine’s circle, might be seen as a sign of a flawed upbringing: she and all her sisters have grown up without a governess, they haven’t mastered every fashionable accomplishment and all of them are out because it wouldn’t be fair on the younger sisters to be deprived of amusements if the older ones couldn’t or wouldn’t marry.
It’s very likely that Lady Catherine had never been spoken to like this in a long time, if ever. Who would dare? Her subdued daughter? The mousy Mr Jenkinson? Mr Collins? I’m inclined to think that even family members might not have bothered to contradict her ladyship, out of family loyalty or just unwillingness to prod the beast. Which makes Elizabeth’s civil yet uncompromising manner even more remarkable. She has backbone, is tolerant and calm. She is also affectionate and loyal, and goes as far as praising Rosings and Lady Catherine for Charlotte’s sake, on their way home. But lukewarm commendations are simply not good enough for her cousin, who sees fit to apply himself with greater energy to the task.
Would you be very shocked to hear that I was hugely impressed with ‘Rosings’ and I’m about to start singing its praises too (although not for the same reasons as Mr Collins)? I saw Belton House for the first time this summer and it’s delightful. It’s warm, welcoming, friendly and bright. The stately approach and the topiary might be indicative of Lady Catherine’s early Georgian tastes, and the sombre murals covered in images of dead birds might hint at her predatory nature, but you only have to walk into the cheerful library to sense a very different aura, and the green drawing room is exquisite, with a ceiling so vibrant and fresh that it might have been painted yesterday.Not to mention the famous staircase and the blue bedroom, complete with THE desk where THE letter was written. This gorgeous room is just around the corner from Lady Catherine’s ‘throne chamber’ (the dining room in real life): And this may easily have been at Pemberley: So if you have the opportunity to visit Belton House, don’t be put off by Lady Catherine. Her haughty spirit isn’t there. But check if the desk is, they say it’s due to be sent away for a while, for some TLC.
Thanks for inviting me to chat about Chapter 29 and Rosings, Claudine, it’s always such fun to come to ‘Just Jane 1813’! Especially when Mr Collins comes calling 😀
Thank you Joana, for sharing Rosings Park with us and to my dear Just Jane 1813 readers for joining us this week. Don’t forget to enter below for our generous giveaways.
Joana has graciously offered to return to Just Jane 1813 to host chapter 43 when we visit Pemberley for the very first time with Elizabeth and the Gardiners. I look forward to her next visit to see what she has in store for us!