She says it was Darcy who paid all the money to Wickham—it was Darcy saved us—and—and she says I persuaded him. I ensnared him, and—and she has insulted me.
Jane.
My dear, dear Lizzy. There must be some mistake. It was my good uncle who——
Elizabeth.
[A little calmer.] No—no, Jane, it must be true. I can put things together now. My aunt's hints in the letter—you know I did not want to show it you. Then what Lydia let fall, and her fear of Wickham's anger.
Jane.
[Soothingly.] Well, dear, even so, Mr. Darcy's motive is clear enough—and that should give you no pain.
Elizabeth.
You are mistaken. I know his motive. He feels that he is responsible because he was silent about Wickham's true character. He told me that all this would never have happened, had he done his duty. And now, he will despise us. He will never wish to see us again as long as he lives!
[She walks up and down in great excitement.]