Visiting Charlotte

I went to see my very best friend Charlotte and her new haughty husband at their parsonage. I was so appalled by the way that Mr. Collins needed praise on everything about his home, from the gardening to the color of the trim in the bathrooms. Then again, with a man as simple and shallow as Collins, I probably shouldn't have expected any better. I needed to get away from this strange household, so I am frequently taking walks to escape these people. I also got the enormous pleasure of having seen Lady Catherine, and what a pleasant woman she appears to be. With that air of superiority and an expectation of respect even when she does not respect others, who could resist this charming woman?