In the main downstairs room, a group of Regency dancers were performing, and in another a pianist was playing pieces of the time. Upstairs a mannequin sported Mr Darcy's clothes, and the floor was strewn with crumpled paper from his failed letters to Lizzy Bennet.
From a window at the back of the house the weather appeared to have cleared but after we'd stopped for tea and cake the rain began again and this glimpse was almost all we saw of the gardens.