Take care, Jane. You are exciting me. Oh, my poor nerves.
[Elizabeth enters, breathless. She has a letter in her hand.]
Elizabeth.
Oh, good news—good news, Jane!—mamma! They are married!
Jane.
Oh, Lizzy—Lizzy!
Mrs. Bennet.
You are sure, Lizzy? Don't excite me. You are sure?
Elizabeth.
[Half laughing and half crying.] Oh, yes, 'tis certain. My dear Aunt Gardiner has written me all about it. They are really married! Oh, how good my uncle is! [She kisses the letter.]