No indeed, Madam. You must not indeed.
Mrs. Bennet.
[Brightening.] Yes, Jane, that is true. My brother may be able to see that they are married. Write to him at once, Jane. Tell him to find them out wherever they may be, and if they are not married already, make them marry. Oh, I do think that Wickham is the wickedest young man in the world to so deceive my poor innocent Lydia. But, Jane, go and write my brother and tell him that Lydia need not wait for wedding clothes—don't let her even give directions till she has seen me, for she doesn't know which are the best warehouses. And oh, Jane, tell my brother to keep your father from fighting that hateful Wickham. Tell him what a dreadful state I am in.
Jane.
Yes, mamma. [She is about to go.]
Mrs. Bennet.
Where are you going?
Jane.
Why, to write the letter, mamma.
Mrs. Bennet.