Wickham.
[Effusively.] Yes, Miss Bennet, be sure to give your mother my best regards. Good morning—[All bow and curtsy. As he is leaving he speaks aside.] Oh, Miss Elizabeth, may I entreat——
Elizabeth.
You may depend upon my sympathy.
Wickham.
[Looking at her with an understanding smile.] I am most grateful.
[The gentlemen go out of the door. Jane and Elizabeth go into the recess and look from the window. There is a short pause.]
Mrs. Bennet.
[Enters, flurried, and looks about her.] Well, have they gone?
[Mr. Collins enters through the glass doors at the center. He sees Mrs. Bennet.]