Oh, yes. They left Brighton together on Sunday night. They are certainly not gone to Scotland.
Darcy.
And what has been done, or attempted, to recover your sister?
Elizabeth.
My father has gone to London. He will beg my uncle Gardiner's assistance. But nothing can be done! I know very well that nothing can be done. How is such a man to be worked on? How are they ever to be discovered? I have not the smallest hope. It is all horrible!
Darcy.
Miss Bennet, I have made a wretched mistake in all this. Would to Heaven that anything could be said or done on my part that might make you reparation, or offer consolation to such distress!
[Elizabeth sinks sobbing into a chair while Darcy walks up and down in deep thought. In a moment a carriage is heard outside—then voices.]
Darcy.
[Looking out.] Mr. and Mrs. Collins are returning. What would you wish me to do?