She must put him out of her head. He wouldn't be staying long from what she had gathered from his letter. If you employ that boy in your heart any longer you will end up an old maid. That was what her mother had spoken all those years before.
For she was a respectable woman, with respectable values set upon her by her parents from her birth. She wasn't to give in to such a temptation simply because she wished to. And not only had she aged slightly, but she had become a somewhat famous authoress for which she was modest, to say the least. Widow or not, she couldn't just simply allow herself to fall again for a man like Mr. Lefroy, and destroy what reputation she had left.
By this time, she had been pacing so swiftly about that the ground beneath her had worn.
Dear Mr. Lefroy, It is with much discontent that I write to inform you that I am unable to meet. I have a previous engagement with my sister, and will be leaving for London in the morning. Please accept my deepest gratitude for your invitation, and sincerest sympathies of your late wife's passing.
Ms. Jane Austen