Jane!â Again, I tried to scream.
âJane! Jane! Jane! Wake up!â
Cassandraâs voice broke through my consciousness, hurtling me out of that terrifying reality and back to the warm cocoon of my own bed. I awoke to find myself bathed in perspiration, myheart pounding, my sisterâs gentle hand upon my arm as she looked at me through the moonlit darkness from the next pillow.
âOh! Cassandra!â I struggled to catch my breath. âI have just had the most horrible dream.â
âWhat was it about?â asked Cassandra softly.
I told her everything, as I always did.
âWell,â said she after I had finished my story, âyour dream does not surprise me. Your characters have become very real to youâas real as life itself. It is only natural that you should hear their thoughts and feel their emotions as they do.â
âYes, but what does it signify? I can understand why many of my lesser characters would despise me. But my heroines? I love them all! To think that four of them are so unhappy makes me absolutely miserable. Have I done a terrible thing? Am I the most vile and ignorant authoress who ever dared to put pen to paper?â
âOf course not, dearest,â replied Cassandra soothingly, as she found and tenderly squeezed my hand. âIf all writers were obliged to atone for the portrayals or fates of their creations, think what Shakespeare owes to Romeo and Juliet or Iago and Richard III. Should Defoe and Richardson feel remorse for the trials and tribulations they inflicted on poor Mr. Crusoe, Clarissa, or Pamela?â
âOf course not. Their work has afforded me and the public untold hours of reading pleasure.â
âSo it is with your books, Jane. You have told me time and again that a perfectly smooth course never makes a satisfying story, that it is an authorâs job to make his or her characters suffer so that they might learn something at the end.â
âTrue. Although after hearing Fanny Priceâs complaints, I believe I may have erred in her creation. I ignored my own model! Her suffering did not culminate in a lesson.â
âI did
try
to persuade you to let her marry Henry Crawford.â
âI know.â I sighed. âI have learned
my
lesson. People do notappreciate pure goodness in a character in a novel. Even Fanny does not like herself! Given the complaints of the others, perhaps I ought to strive for a more happy medium in my next effort.â
âA happy medium? What do you mean?â
I thought for a moment. âNext time, I will create a heroine who is modest and good, but not
entirely
perfect. She will have made mistakes that she regrets.â My mind fixed on one of my greatest regrets in life: the day I was obliged to say good-bye to Mr. Ashford. âMarianne asked for a second chance. Well thenâI will fill this new character with longing and regret for a lover she was persuaded to refuse many years past, and I will give her a second chance to make things right.â
âA lovely idea. Who will this lover be? A clergyman or a landed gentleman?â
âNeither.â New ideas spilled into my brain with lightning speed. âIn my dream, I saw a young officer in the Pump-roomâa naval captain with sad eyes. Perhaps he was regretting his lost love. I will write about
him
, and thus honor Frank and Charles and all men of that worthy profession.â
âA naval captain! I approve of this notion.â
âI think I shall set the book primarily in Bath.â
âBath? But Jane, you hate Bath.â
âThat is precisely why it is the ideal location.â I sat up, hugging my pillow to my chest, my heart pounding with rising excitement. âMy heroine will be obliged to quit her beloved home in the country and remove with her family to Bathâjust as we did when papa retiredâand she will despise it as much as I did. Think of the drama! Imagine all the