- Have you ever been to Bath before ?
- I muss confess, it's my first time
- There is nothing to be ashamed of. There is always a first time. I'm sure you will enjoy the delight of the season.
- I hope so. I'm very looking forward to be delighted by everything. i've been longing to go to Bath for years, but my dad was not very kind of leaving our house. Without Lizzie and my brother in law, I don't think I would ever have come.
- Oh really. Don't you think your husband would have bring you there... Well, of course when you will be married. Do you... dou you... you wish to get married, one day ?"

Kitty was all astonishement. Mr. Grant, whom she had met only a few weeks before, was almost proposing in the middle of the pump room, while Lizzy was taken appart by an old friend of Mr. Darcy. She didn't know whaat to do, and how to act in such a situation. yet, Mr Grant was young, taller than her and had a very nice carnation. He was nice, always had something to say to her when they met in Herbforshire. But he had never clearly be flirting or courting he before. She had seen nothing in him but a lover. And now, in Bath, after only a few days... was he jealous of Mr. Osbourn?

She was desperatly looking for an answer when he said : " I'm sorry Miss Kitty, I'm afraid I've gone a little too far. Let's agree on the fact that it is commonly thought that every single girl in age to get married want to get married."

She was relieved, and smiled at him while Lizzy was comming back to her.

"Kitty, i'm afraid I have to go back to Laura's Place now, Mr. Darcy is to come back from his day out fishing. Are you coming back with me ? If ever you want to stay a little, with Mr Grant and his sister, you are totally free. Mama won't blame me for keeping you locked in your room. I'm sure that Mr. Grant won't be against taking you home later. I will make tea, we will have a lovely time and then get ready for the theater ?"


SOMETIMES I PLAY. AND WHEN I PLAY, I WRITE A SEQUEL TO PRIDE AND PREJUDICE. IT'S ALL ABOUT KITTY. SHE'S AN INTERESTING GIRL.

Please don't get me wrong
See I forgive you with a song
We'll call the Likely Lads
But if it's left to you
I know exactly what you'd do
With all the dreams we had
Cause blood runs thicker, oh
We're thick as thieves, you know
If it's important to you
It's important to me
I tried to make you see
But you don't wanna know
You don't want to know!
If you pipe all summer long
Then get forgiven in a song
Well that's a touch, my lad
They sold the rights to all the wrongs
And when they knew you'd give me songs
Welcome back, I sang
But blood runs thicker, oh
We're thick as thieves, you know
If that's important to you
It's important to me
I tried to make you see
But you don't wanna know
You don't want to know
Oh what became of the Likely Lads?
What became of the dreams we had?
Oh what became of forever?
Oh what became of forever, though?
But, we'll never know
Please don't get me wrongS
ee I forgive you in a song
We call the Likely Lads
We all bought the ones
We taught 'em all we wrote the songs
That's filled with dreams we have
But blood runs thicker, oh
We're thick as thieves, you know
If that's important to you
It's important to me
I tried to make you see
But you don't wanna know
You don't want to know!
Oh what became of the Likely Lads?
What became of the dreams we had?
Oh what became of forever?
Oh what became of forever?
We'll never know!
But blood runs thicker oh we're as thick as theives you know
if that's important to youyes it's important to me
I tried to make you see
but you don't want to know.
Oh what became of the Likely Lads?
What became of the dreams we had?
Oh what became of forever?
Oh what became of forever?
We'll never know!
The ideal girl in London from France
Came over and left me, she left me entranced
Now I have to get by once again on my own
Nothing but memories
So I remember your eyes
their unique shade of brown
while these blue eyes of mine they stay closed
I kissed you goodbye on the end 109
choked as I watched the bus go
Choking in smoke in to your angelic soul
Choking and smoking myself in to a hole
Where the only way out is to sleep and to dream
And to cry out your name