Jane.
If it was to be a secret, Lydia, say not another word on the subject. We shall ask you no questions.
[Elizabeth looks most anxious, but says nothing.]
Lydia.
Thank you—for if you did, I should certainly tell you all, and then Wickham would be angry. [She sees Mrs. Bennet, who enters in great excitement from the house.] Oh, there is mamma.
[They rush into each other's arms. Wickham returns at about the same time.]
Mrs. Bennet.
Oh, my dear, dear Lydia! [To Wickham with affectionate warmth.] My dear Wickham!
[They also embrace.]
Lydia.