We had a Great Sorrow in our home this week.
An attachment had been formed, and all had rejoiced. But our Heroine of the Piece suffered a deep disappointment when her intended showed his blackguard tendencies. Willoughby deserted his Marianne.
Loud and intense weeping ensued. Our Marianne took to her bed, and I feared that she might disappear into the storm, requiring rescue from a Colonel Brandon (unfortunately there is no Colonel Brandon waiting in the wings in this updated story).
Happily, with the return of the sun and a busy day ahead in her classroom, Sense returned to our dear Marianne the next morning. She has a renewed view of the world and, one hopes, a more realistic view of romance.
But it was a close thing.