A continuing series by Persuasion’s Mary Musgrove
Do you understand what village life is like? Prying eyes are everywhere, and tattling tongues too. If I stop by the village shop to purchase a length of ribbon, for instance, before I’m home my housekeeper knows both the color and the price. If I splash tea on my gown or stumble into a pothole on the road, even the maid-of-all-work has the details.
It’s as if I must provide entertainment for the masses! If I mention a tidbit of gossip—in passing, you understand, merely testing the waters to see if it is true—what I’ve said is repeated everywhere. What we are having for dinner, where I’d like to holiday, even my opinion of my mother-in-law’s newest hat—which will always be bleak, for the woman has no taste—my neighbors know it all.
This is rather like Reality Television, but without the fame or compensation. Not that I watch reality television, mind you. So vulgar! So tasteless! A debased innovation of your modern age, bringing into prominence those who are hopelessly common.
I, at least, am worthy to be watched. And much more deserving of the residual income to be had from television reruns. Pseudo-celebrities, indeed! The elite are so much more interesting.
If only I had lived in your era. I surely would have a show of my own: Mary Musgrove, Mary Musgrove. And let me tell you, it would be vastly more amusing than the rubbish Charles prefers: Survivorman or Duck Dynasty or Dirty Jobs.
Mary Elliot Musgrove
Daughter of Sir Walter Elliot, Bart.
Future Mistress of Uppercross
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Romance, adventure, and Admiral Patrick McGillvary are waiting …
Mary’s “portrait” is Afternoon Stroll by Giovanni Boldini