1ELIZABETH had been a good deal disappointed in not finding a letter from
Jane on their first arrival at Lambton; and this disappointment had been
renewed on each of the mornings that had now been spent there; but on
the third her repining was over, and her sister justified, by the
receipt of two letters from her at once, on one of which was marked that
it had been mis-sent elsewhere. 2Elizabeth was not surprised at it, as
Jane had written the direction remarkably ill.
3They had just been preparing to walk as the letters came in; and her
uncle and aunt, leaving her to enjoy them in quiet, set off by
themselves. 4The one mis-sent must be first attended to; it had been
written five days ago. 5The beginning contained an account of all their
little parties and engagements, with such news as the country afforded;
but the latter half, which was dated a day later, and written in evident
agitation, gave more important intelligence. 6It was to this effect:—
7“Since writing the above, dearest Lizzy, something has occurred of a
most unexpected and serious nature; but I am afraid of alarming you—be
assured that we are all well. 8What I have to say relates to poor Lydia.
9An express came at twelve last night, just as we were all gone to bed,
from Colonel Forster, to inform us that she was gone off to Scotland
with one of his officers; to own the truth, with Wickham! 10Imagine our
surprise. 11To Kitty, however, it does not seem so wholly unexpected. 12I am
very, very sorry. 13So imprudent a match on both sides! 14But I am willing
to hope the best, and that his character has been misunderstood.
15Thoughtless and indiscreet I can easily believe him, but this step (and
let us rejoice over it) marks nothing bad at heart. 16His choice is
disinterested at least, for he must know my father can give her nothing.
17Our poor mother is sadly grieved. 18My father bears it better. 19How
thankful am I, that we never let them know what has been said against
him; we must forget it ourselves. 20They were off Saturday night about
twelve, as is conjectured, but were not missed till yesterday morning at
eight. 21The express was sent off directly. 22My dear Lizzy, they must have
passed within ten miles of us. 23Colonel Forster gives us reason to expect
him here soon. 24Lydia left a few lines for his wife, informing her of
their intention. 25I must conclude, for I cannot be long from my poor
mother. 26I am afraid you will not be able to make it out, but I hardly
know what I have written.”
27Without allowing herself time for consideration, and scarcely knowing
what she felt, Elizabeth, on finishing this letter, instantly seized the
other, and opening it with the utmost impatience, read as follows: it
had been written a day later than the conclusion of the first.
28“By this time, my dearest sister, you have received my hurried letter; I
wish this may be more intelligible, but though not confined for time, my
head is so bewildered that I cannot answer for being coherent. 29Dearest
Lizzy, I hardly know what I would write, but I have bad news for you,
and it cannot be delayed. 30Imprudent as a marriage between Mr. Wickham
and our poor Lydia would be, we are now anxious to be assured it has
taken place, for there is but too much reason to fear they are not gone
to Scotland. 31Colonel Forster came yesterday, having left Brighton the
day before, not many hours after the express. 32Though Lydia’s short
letter to Mrs. F. gave them to understand that they were going to Gretna
Green, something was dropped by Denny expressing his belief that W.
never intended to go there, or to marry Lydia at all, which was repeated
to Colonel F., who, instantly taking the alarm, set off from B.,
intending to trace their route. 33He did trace them easily to Clapham, but
no farther; for on entering that place, they removed into a
hackney-coach, and dismissed the chaise that brought them from Epsom.
34All that is known after this is, that they were seen to continue the
London road. 35I know not what to think. 36After making every possible
inquiry on that side of London, Colonel F. came on into Hertfordshire,
anxiously renewing them at all the turnpikes, and at the inns in Barnet
and Hatfield, but without any success,—no such people had been seen to
pass through. 37With the kindest concern he came on to Longbourn, and
broke his apprehensions to us in a manner most creditable to his heart.
38I am sincerely grieved for him and Mrs. F.; but no one can throw any
blame on them. 39Our distress, my dear Lizzy, is very great. 40My father and
mother believe the worst, but I cannot think so ill of him. 41Many
circumstances might make it more eligible for them to be married
privately in town than to pursue their first plan; and even if he
could form such a design against a young woman of Lydia’s connections,
which is not likely, can I suppose her so lost to everything?
Impossible! 42I grieve to find, however, that Colonel F. is not disposed
to depend upon their marriage: he shook his head when I expressed my
hopes, and said he feared W. was not a man to be trusted. 43My poor mother
is really ill, and keeps her room. 44Could she exert herself, it would be
better, but this is not to be expected; and as to my father, I never in
my life saw him so affected. 45Poor Kitty has anger for having concealed
their attachment; but as it was a matter of confidence, one cannot
wonder. 46I am truly glad, dearest Lizzy, that you have been spared
something of these distressing scenes; but now, as the first shock is
over, shall I own that I long for your return? 47I am not so selfish,
however, as to press for it, if inconvenient. 48Adieu! 49I take up my pen
again to do, what I have just told you I would not; but circumstances
are such, that I cannot help earnestly begging you all to come here as
soon as possible. 50I know my dear uncle and aunt so well, that I am not
afraid of requesting it, though I have still something more to ask of
the former. 51My father is going to London with Colonel Forster instantly,
to try to discover her. 52What he means to do, I am sure I know not; but
his excessive distress will not allow him to pursue any measure in the
best and safest way, and Colonel Forster is obliged to be at Brighton
again to-morrow evening. 53In such an exigence my uncle’s advice and
assistance would be everything in the world; he will immediately
comprehend what I must feel, and I rely upon his goodness.”
54“Oh! where, where is my uncle?” cried Elizabeth, darting from her seat
as she finished the letter, in eagerness to follow him, without losing a
moment of the time so precious; but as she reached the door, it was
opened by a servant, and Mr. Darcy appeared. 55Her pale face and
impetuous manner made him start, and before he could recover himself
enough to speak, she, in whose mind every idea was superseded by Lydia’s
situation, hastily exclaimed, “I beg your pardon, but I must leave you.
56I must find Mr. Gardiner this moment on business that cannot be delayed;
I have not an instant to lose.”
57“Good God! 58what is the matter?” cried he, with more feeling than
politeness; then recollecting himself, “I will not detain you a minute;
but let me, or let the servant, go after Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner. 59You are
not well enough; you cannot go yourself.”
60Elizabeth hesitated; but her knees trembled under her, and she felt how
little would be gained by her attempting to pursue them. 61Calling back
the servant, therefore, she commissioned him, though in so breathless an
accent as made her almost unintelligible, to fetch his master and
mistress home instantly.
62On his quitting the room, she sat down, unable to support herself, and
looking so miserably ill, that it was impossible for Darcy to leave her,
or to refrain from saying, in a tone of gentleness and commiseration,
“Let me call your maid. 63Is there nothing you could take to give you
present relief? 64A glass of wine; shall I get you one? 65You are very ill.”
66“No, I thank you,” she replied, endeavouring to recover herself. 67“There
is nothing the matter with me. 68I am quite well, I am only distressed by
some dreadful news which I have just received from Longbourn.”
69She burst into tears as she alluded to it, and for a few minutes could
not speak another word. 70Darcy, in wretched suspense, could only say
something indistinctly of his concern, and observe her in compassionate silence. 71At length she spoke
again. 72“I have just had a letter from Jane, with such dreadful news. 73It
cannot be concealed from anyone. 74My youngest sister has left all her
friends—has eloped; has thrown herself into the power of—of Mr.
Wickham. 75They are gone off together from Brighton. 76You know him too
well to doubt the rest. 77She has no money, no connections, nothing that
can tempt him to—she is lost for ever.”
78Darcy was fixed in astonishment.
79“When I consider,” she added, in a yet more agitated voice, “that I
might have prevented it! 80I who knew what he was. 81Had I but explained
some part of it only—some part of what I learnt, to my own family! 82Had
his character been known, this could not have happened. 83But it is all,
all too late now.”
84“I am grieved, indeed,” cried Darcy: “grieved—shocked. 85But is it
certain, absolutely certain?”
86“Oh, yes! 87They left Brighton together on Sunday night, and were traced
almost to London, but not beyond: they are certainly not gone to
Scotland.”
88“And what has been done, what has been attempted, to recover her?”
89“My father has gone to London, and Jane has written to beg my uncle’s
immediate assistance, and we shall be off, I hope, in half an hour. 90But
nothing can be done; I know very well that nothing can be done. 91How is
such a man to be worked on? 92How are they even to be discovered? 93I have
not the smallest hope. 94It is every way horrible!”
95Darcy shook his head in silent acquiescence.
96“When my eyes were opened to his real character, oh! 97had I known what
I ought, what I dared to do! 98But I knew not—I was afraid of doing too
much. 99Wretched, wretched mistake!”
100Darcy made no answer. 101He seemed scarcely to hear her, and was walking up
and down the room in earnest meditation; his brow contracted, his air
gloomy. 102Elizabeth soon observed, and instantly understood it. 103Her power
was sinking; everything must sink under such a proof of family
weakness, such an assurance of the deepest disgrace. 104She could neither
wonder nor condemn; but the belief of his self-conquest brought nothing
consolatory to her bosom, afforded no palliation of her distress. 105It
was, on the contrary, exactly calculated to make her understand her own
wishes; and never had she so honestly felt that she could have loved
him, as now, when all love must be vain.
106But self, though it would intrude, could not engross her. 107Lydia—the
humiliation, the misery she was bringing on them all—soon swallowed up
every private care; and covering her face with her handkerchief,
Elizabeth was soon lost to everything else; and, after a pause of
several minutes, was only recalled to a sense of her situation by the
voice of her companion, who, in a manner which, though it spoke
compassion, spoke likewise restraint, said,—
108“I am afraid you have been long desiring my absence, nor have I anything
to plead in excuse of my stay, but real, though unavailing concern.
109Would to Heaven that anything could be either said or done on my part,
that might offer consolation to such distress! 110But I will not torment
you with vain wishes, which may seem purposely to ask for your thanks.
111This unfortunate affair will, I fear, prevent my sister’s having the
pleasure of seeing you at Pemberley to-day.”
112“Oh, yes! 113Be so kind as to apologize for us to Miss Darcy. 114Say that
urgent business calls us home immediately. 115Conceal the unhappy truth as
long as it is possible. 116I know it cannot be long.”
117He readily assured her of his secrecy, again expressed his sorrow for
her distress, wished it a happier conclusion than there was at present
reason to hope, and, leaving his compliments for her relations, with
only one serious parting look, went away.
118As he quitted the room, Elizabeth felt how improbable it was that they
should ever see each other again on such terms of cordiality as had
marked their several meetings in Derbyshire; and as she threw a
retrospective glance over the whole of their acquaintance, so full of
contradictions and varieties, sighed at the perverseness of those
feelings which would now have promoted its continuance, and would
formerly have rejoiced in its termination.
119If gratitude and esteem are good foundations of affection, Elizabeth’s
change of sentiment will be neither improbable nor faulty. 120But if
otherwise, if the regard springing from such sources is unreasonable or
unnatural, in comparison of what is so often described as arising on a
first interview with its object, and even before two words have been
exchanged, nothing can be said in her defence, except that she had given
somewhat of a trial to the latter method, in her partiality for Wickham,
and that its ill success might, perhaps, authorize her to seek the other
less interesting mode of attachment. 121Be that as it may, she saw him go
with regret; and in this early example of what Lydia’s infamy must
produce, found additional anguish as she reflected on that wretched
business. 122Never since reading Jane’s second letter had she entertained a
hope of Wickham’s meaning to marry her. 123No one but Jane, she thought,
could flatter herself with such an expectation. 124Surprise was the least
of all her feelings on this development. 125While the contents of the first
letter remained on her mind, she was all surprise, all astonishment,
that Wickham should marry a girl whom it was impossible he could marry
for money; and how Lydia could ever have attached him had appeared
incomprehensible. 126But now it was all too natural. 127For such an attachment
as this, she might have sufficient charms; and though she did not
suppose Lydia to be deliberately engaging in an elopement, without the
intention of marriage, she had no difficulty in believing that neither
her virtue nor her understanding would preserve her from falling an easy
prey.
128She had never perceived, while the regiment was in Hertfordshire, that
Lydia had any partiality for him; but she was convinced that Lydia had
wanted only encouragement to attach herself to anybody. 129Sometimes one
officer, sometimes another, had been her favourite, as their attentions
raised them in her opinion. 130Her affections had been continually
fluctuating, but never without an object. 131The mischief of neglect and
mistaken indulgence towards such a girl—oh! how acutely did she now
feel it!
132She was wild to be at home—to hear, to see, to be upon the spot to
share with Jane in the cares that must now fall wholly upon her, in a
family so deranged; a father absent, a mother incapable of exertion, and
requiring constant attendance; and though almost persuaded that nothing
could be done for Lydia, her uncle’s interference seemed of the utmost
importance, and till he entered the room the misery of her impatience
was severe. 133Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner had hurried back in alarm, supposing,
by the servant’s account, that their niece was taken suddenly ill; but
satisfying them instantly on that head, she eagerly communicated the
cause of their summons, reading the two letters aloud, and dwelling on
the postscript of the last with trembling energy. 134Though Lydia had never
been a favourite with them, Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner could not but be
deeply affected. 135Not Lydia only, but all were concerned in it; and after
the first exclamations of surprise and horror, Mr. Gardiner readily
promised every assistance in his power. 136Elizabeth, though expecting no
less, thanked him with tears of gratitude; and all three being actuated
by one spirit, everything relating to their journey was speedily
settled. 137They were to be off as soon as possible. 138“But what is to be
done about Pemberley?” cried Mrs. Gardiner. 139“John told us Mr. Darcy was
here when you sent for us;—was it so?”
140“Yes; and I told him we should not be able to keep our engagement.
141That is all settled.”
142“What is all settled?” repeated the other, as she ran into her room to
prepare. 143“And are they upon such terms as for her to disclose the real
truth? 144Oh, that I knew how it was!”
145But wishes were vain; or, at best, could serve only to amuse her in the
hurry and confusion of the following hour. 146Had Elizabeth been at leisure
to be idle, she would have remained certain that all employment was
impossible to one so wretched as herself; but she had her share of
business as well as her aunt, and amongst the rest there were notes to
be written to all their friends at Lambton, with false excuses for their
sudden departure. 147An hour, however, saw the whole completed; and Mr.
Gardiner, meanwhile, having settled his account at the inn, nothing
remained to be done but to go; and Elizabeth, after all the misery of
the morning, found herself, in a shorter space of time than she could
have supposed, seated in the carriage, and on the road to Longbourn.