1THEIR sister’s wedding-day arrived; and Jane and Elizabeth felt for her
probably more than she felt for herself. 2The carriage was sent to meet
them at——, and they were to return in it by dinnertime. 3Their arrival
was dreaded by the elder Miss Bennets—and Jane more especially, who
gave Lydia the feelings which would have attended herself, had she
been the culprit, and was wretched in the thought of what her sister
must endure.
4They came. 5The family were assembled in the breakfast-room to receive
them. 6Smiles decked the face of Mrs. Bennet, as the carriage drove up to
the door; her husband looked impenetrably grave; her daughters, alarmed,
anxious, uneasy.
7Lydia’s voice was heard in the vestibule; the door was thrown open, and
she ran into the room. 8Her mother stepped forwards, embraced her, and
welcomed her with rapture; gave her hand with an affectionate smile to
Wickham, who followed his lady; and wished them both joy, with an
alacrity which showed no doubt of their happiness.
9Their reception from Mr. Bennet, to whom they then turned, was not quite
so cordial. 10His countenance rather gained in austerity; and he scarcely
opened his lips. 11The easy assurance of the young couple, indeed, was
enough to provoke him.
12Elizabeth was disgusted, and even Miss Bennet was shocked. 13Lydia was
Lydia still; untamed, unabashed, wild, noisy, and fearless. 14She turned
from sister to sister, demanding their congratulations; and when at
length they all sat down, looked eagerly round the room, took notice of
some little alteration in it, and observed, with a laugh, that it was a
great while since she had been there.
15Wickham was not at all more distressed than herself; but his manners
were always so pleasing, that, had his character and his marriage been
exactly what they ought, his smiles and his easy address, while he
claimed their relationship, would have delighted them all. 16Elizabeth
had not before believed him quite equal to such assurance; but she sat
down, resolving within herself to draw no limits in future to the
impudence of an impudent man. 17She blushed, and Jane blushed; but the
cheeks of the two who caused their confusion suffered no variation of
colour.
18There was no want of discourse. 19The bride and her mother could neither
of them talk fast enough; and Wickham, who happened to sit near
Elizabeth, began inquiring after his acquaintance in that neighbourhood,
with a good-humoured ease, which she felt very unable to equal in her
replies. 20They seemed each of them to have the happiest memories in the
world. 21Nothing of the past was recollected with pain; and Lydia led
voluntarily to subjects which her sisters would not have alluded to for
the world.
22“Only think of its being three months,” she cried, “since I went away:
it seems but a fortnight, I declare; and yet there have been things
enough happened in the time. 23Good gracious! 24when I went away, I am sure
I had no more idea of being married till I came back again! 25though I
thought it would be very good fun if I was.”
26Her father lifted up his eyes, Jane was distressed, Elizabeth looked
expressively at Lydia; but she, who never heard nor saw anything of
which she chose to be insensible, gaily continued,—
27“Oh, mamma, do the people hereabouts know I am married to-day? 28I was
afraid they might not; and we overtook William Goulding in his curricle,
so I was determined he should know it, and so I let down the side glass
next to him, and took off my glove and let my hand just rest upon the
window frame, so that he might see the ring, and then I bowed and
smiled like anything.”
29Elizabeth could bear it no longer. 30She got up and ran out of the room;
and returned no more, till she heard them passing through the hall to
the dining-parlour. 31She then joined them soon enough to see Lydia, with
anxious parade, walk up to her mother’s right hand, and hear her say to
her eldest sister,—
32“Ah, Jane, I take your place now, and you must go lower, because I am a
married woman.”
33It was not to be supposed that time would give Lydia that embarrassment
from which she had been so wholly free at first. 34Her ease and good
spirits increased. 35She longed to see Mrs. Philips, the Lucases, and all
their other neighbours, and to hear herself called “Mrs. Wickham” by
each of them; and in the meantime she went after dinner to show her ring
and boast of being married to Mrs. Hill and the two housemaids.
36“Well, mamma,” said she, when they were all returned to the
breakfast-room, “and what do you think of my husband? 37Is not he a
charming man? 38I am sure my sisters must all envy me. 39I only hope they
may have half my good luck. 40They must all go to Brighton. 41That is the
place to get husbands. 42What a pity it is, mamma, we did not all go!”
43“Very true; and if I had my will we should. 44But, my dear Lydia, I don’t
at all like your going such a way off. 45Must it be so?”
46“Oh, Lord! 47yes; there is nothing in that. 48I shall like it of all things.
49You and papa, and my sisters, must come down and see us. 50We shall be at
Newcastle all the winter, and I dare say there will be some balls, and I
will take care to get good partners for them all.”
51“I should like it beyond anything!” said her mother.
52“And then when you go away, you may leave one or two of my sisters
behind you; and I dare say I shall get husbands for them before the
winter is over.”
53“I thank you for my share of the favour,” said Elizabeth; “but I do not
particularly like your way of getting husbands.”
54Their visitors were not to remain above ten days with them. 55Mr. Wickham
had received his commission before he left London, and he was to join
his regiment at the end of a fortnight.
56No one but Mrs. Bennet regretted that their stay would be so short; and
she made the most of the time by visiting about with her daughter, and
having very frequent parties at home. 57These parties were acceptable to
all; to avoid a family circle was even more desirable to such as did
think than such as did not.
58Wickham’s affection for Lydia was just what Elizabeth had expected to
find it; not equal to Lydia’s for him. 59She had scarcely needed her
present observation to be satisfied, from the reason of things, that
their elopement had been brought on by the strength of her love rather
than by his; and she would have wondered why, without violently caring
for her, he chose to elope with her at all, had she not felt certain
that his flight was rendered necessary by distress of circumstances; and
if that were the case, he was not the young man to resist an opportunity
of having a companion.
60Lydia was exceedingly fond of him. 61He was her dear Wickham on every
occasion; no one was to be put in competition with him. 62He did
everything best in the world; and she was sure he would kill more birds
on the first of September than anybody else in the country.
63One morning, soon after their arrival, as she was sitting with her two
elder sisters, she said to Elizabeth,—
64“Lizzy, I never gave you an account of my wedding, I believe. 65You were
not by, when I told mamma, and the others, all about it. 66Are not you
curious to hear how it was managed?”
67“No, really,” replied Elizabeth; “I think there cannot be too little
said on the subject.”
68“La! 69You are so strange! 70But I must tell you how it went off. 71We were
married, you know, at St. Clement’s, because Wickham’s lodgings were in
that parish. 72And it was settled that we should all be there by eleven
o’clock. 73My uncle and aunt and I were to go together; and the others
were to meet us at the church.
74“Well, Monday morning came, and I was in such a fuss! 75I was so afraid,
you know, that something would happen to put it off, and then I should
have gone quite distracted. 76And there was my aunt, all the time I was
dressing, preaching and talking away just as if she was reading a
sermon. 77However, I did not hear above one word in ten, for I was
thinking, you may suppose, of my dear Wickham. 78I longed to know whether
he would be married in his blue coat.
79“Well, and so we breakfasted at ten as usual: I thought it would never
be over; for, by the bye, you are to understand that my uncle and aunt
were horrid unpleasant all the time I was with them. 80If you’ll believe
me, I did not once put my foot out of doors, though I was there a
fortnight. 81Not one party, or scheme, or anything! 82To be sure, London was
rather thin, but, however, the Little Theatre was open.
83“Well, and so, just as the carriage came to the door, my uncle was
called away upon business to that horrid man Mr. Stone. 84And then, you
know, when once they get together, there is no end of it. 85Well, I was so
frightened I did not know what to do, for my uncle was to give me away;
and if we were beyond the hour we could not be married all day. 86But,
luckily, he came back again in ten minutes’ time, and then we all set
out. 87However, I recollected afterwards, that if he had been prevented
going, the wedding need not be put off, for Mr. Darcy might have done as
well.”
88“Mr. Darcy!” repeated Elizabeth, in utter amazement.
89“Oh, yes! 90he was to come there with Wickham, you know. 91But, gracious me!
92I quite forgot! 93I ought not to have said a word about it. 94I promised
them so faithfully! 95What will Wickham say? 96It was to be such a secret!”
97“If it was to be a secret,” said Jane, “say not another word on the
subject. 98You may depend upon my seeking no further.”
99“Oh, certainly,” said Elizabeth, though burning with curiosity; “we will
ask you no questions.”
100“Thank you,” said Lydia; “for if you did, I should certainly tell you
all, and then Wickham would be so angry.”
101On such encouragement to ask, Elizabeth was forced to put it out of her
power, by running away.
102But to live in ignorance on such a point was impossible; or at least it
was impossible not to try for information. 103Mr. Darcy had been at her
sister’s wedding. 104It was exactly a scene, and exactly among people,
where he had apparently least to do, and least temptation to go.
105Conjectures as to the meaning of it, rapid and wild, hurried into her
brain; but she was satisfied with none. 106Those that best pleased her, as
placing his conduct in the noblest light, seemed most improbable. 107She
could not bear such suspense; and hastily seizing a sheet of paper,
wrote a short letter to her aunt, to request an explanation of what
Lydia had dropped, if it were compatible with the secrecy which had been
intended.
108“You may readily comprehend,” she added, “what my curiosity must be to
know how a person unconnected with any of us, and, comparatively
speaking, a stranger to our family, should have been amongst you at such
a time. 109Pray write instantly, and let me understand it—unless it is,
for very cogent reasons, to remain in the secrecy which Lydia seems to
think necessary; and then I must endeavour to be satisfied with
ignorance.”
110“Not that I shall, though,” she added to herself, and she finished the
letter; “and, my dear aunt, if you do not tell me in an honourable
manner, I shall certainly be reduced to tricks and stratagems to find it
out.”
111Jane’s delicate sense of honour would not allow her to speak to
Elizabeth privately of what Lydia had let fall; Elizabeth was glad of
it:—till it appeared whether her inquiries would receive any
satisfaction, she had rather be without a confidante.