I am not sure when this love affair began.  As with so many love affairs, I was in the middle before I knew I had begun.  And also as with so many love affairs, I was seduced by words.  It was the words that pulled me in, the words describing a world, lifestyle, and frequently, a time period far removed from my own.  Through those words, I followed along as Lord Peter punted down the river in Oxford with Harriet.  I danced at the assembly in Meryton and watched as Elizabeth was dismissed as negligible by Darcy.  I leaned against a fence beside Lord Emsworth and gloated over his prize…