Lydia.
Well, Jane, well, Lizzy, here we are!
Wickham.
[Smiling and unabashed.] My sister, Jane—My sister Elizabeth.
[He kisses their hands. Jane and Elizabeth are confused and blushing. Neither Wickham nor Lydia is in the least discomposed.]
Lydia.
[Looking about.] Good gracious! Here I am again! I am sure I had no idea of being married when I went away, though I thought it would be very good fun if I was. Why don't you take the boxes in, Harris? Wickham, have you seen my pink-flowered bandbox? [Looking over the parcels.] No, it isn't here. Oh, my dear Wickham, do go fetch it—you know 'tis the box with the white satin hat you bought me. I wouldn't lose it for the world. Go, go!
Wickham.
Certainly, my dear. [To the girls.] You see how eagerly I embrace my new opportunities!
[He runs out, laughing.]