Oh, Mr. Wickham!
[Wickham turns and Lydia runs up to him and whispers something in his ear. Wickham laughs, then shakes his finger at her, still laughing, and goes off. Lydia stops outside and watches him.]
Jane.
Really, mamma, I think you should speak to Lydia. She is too forward.
Mrs. Bennet.
Nonsense! You are jealous.
Jane.
Mrs. Bennet.
Well, she is no more forward than any of you. All you girls are crazy about Mr. Wickham. [Indulgently.] But I can't wonder at it. He certainly is a most engaging young man. What were those French words he said to me as he went out, Lizzy?