Meryton

Ah, Meryton. A charming little town, wouldn't you agree. For me, it was a most welcome change of scenery, a delightful refuge where one could. *re-establish* oneself, shall we say, far from past troubles. The presence of the militia certainly brought a much-needed air of gaiety and excitement to the neighbourhood, enlivening things for everyone, especially those of us accustomed to more spirited company. To suggest it would have been "better" without the soldiers, particularly for myself. My dear, you misunderstand. The camp was precisely what made Meryton so *advantageous*. It presented me with a fresh start, a respected uniform, and ample opportunity to make acquaintance with the local society. And for Lydia and myself, Meryton was, in a way, destiny, wasn't it. It allowed our paths to cross, offering her a taste of the wider world and me.

Oh, Meryton! It was simply the *best* place ever when the officers were there! All those red coats and parties, it was so much fun! Why, if Meryton hadn't been where the regiment was stationed, I never would have met dear Wickham, and I wouldn't be Mrs. Wickham now, would I? Silly question! Of course, it was better with the soldiers! It led to my grand elopement and my marriage, which is much more important than anything else.

Oh, Meryton, my dear? Why, it was a perfectly *delightful* place when the officers were there! All those lovely red coats, and the assemblies! My nerves were quite in a flutter, but it was so good for my girls to have such company. How else would Lydia have met her dear Wickham and secured a husband, I ask you? It certainly brought a great deal of excitement and opportunity, though it did worry my poor nerves quite dreadfully at times.