Mrs. Bennet.
Yes, you shall all have a bowl of punch, to make merry for her wedding, and I am going into the house to write about the clothes. [To Jane, who is going with her.] No, Jane, you stay where you are. I know what I am about. Come, Hill. Think of it—Mrs. Wickham!
[She goes out leaning on Hill's arm, leaving Jane and Elizabeth together.]
Jane.
Oh, Lizzy, how relieved and happy we should be. Is not it wonderful? [Anxiously.] Are you sure it is true? Have you told us all?
Elizabeth.
Yes, Jane, it is true. They are really married. And for this we are to be thankful. In spite of Lydia's folly and Wickham's wretched character, we are to rejoice. How strange it is! Heigh-ho!
Jane.
[Putting out her hand for the letter which Elizabeth still carries.] May not I read the letter, Lizzy?