Well, my uncle's kindness can never be requited. If such goodness as his does not make Lydia miserable, then she will never deserve to be happy.
[Laughter and voices are heard outside.]
Elizabeth.
Surely I hear voices. [Looking off.] Why, they have come. See papa—Jane—there are Lydia and Wickham.
Mr. Bennet.
Yes, here they are. I will go to the library. I can receive their congratulations later. You know I am prodigiously fond of Wickham, Lizzy. I defy even Sir William Lucas himself to produce a more valuable son-in-law.
[He goes out.]
Jane.
I must run and tell mamma.
[She is just starting when Wickham and Lydia enter. They are in travelling dress and are followed by servants bringing all sorts of bandboxes, wraps and parcels. They come in with the utmost unconcern and no shadow of shame.]