LETTERS OF JANE AUSTEN
Hardly a day passes in which we do not have
some visitor or other: yesterday came Mrs.
Bramstone, who is very sorry that she is to lose
us, and afterwards Mr. Holder, who was shut
up for an hour with my father and James in a
most awful manner. John Bond est à lui.
Mr. Holder was perfectly willing to take him on exactly the same terms with my father, and John seems exceedingly well satisfied. The comfort of not changing his home is a very material one to him, and since such are his unnatural feelings, his belonging to Mr. Holder is the every thing needful; but otherwise there would have been a situation offering to him, which I had thought of with particular satisfaction, viz., under Harry Digweed, who, if John had quitted Cheesedown, would have been eager to engage him as superintendent at Steventon, would have kept a horse for him to ride about on, would probably have supplied him with a more permanent home, and I think would certainly have been a more desirable master altogether.
John and Corbett are not to have any concern with each other — there are to be two farms and two bailiffs. We are of opinion that it would be better in only one.
This morning brought my aunt’s reply, and most thoroughly affectionate is its tenor. She
thinks with the greatest pleasure of our being
