Pride and Prejudice Vol. 3 Ch. 9 Audiobook Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

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VOLUME III. CHAPTER IX.
Their sister's wedding-day arrived, and Jane and Elizabeth felt for her probably more than
she felt for herself. The carriage was sent to meet them, and they were to return in it
by dinner-time. Their arrival was dreaded by the elder Miss Bennets, and Jane more especially,
who gave Lydia the feeling which would have attended herself, had she been the culprit,
was wretched in the thought of what her sister must endure. They came. The family were assembled
in the breakfast-room to receive them. Smiles decked the face of Mrs. Bennet as the carriage
drove up to the door. Her husband looked impenetrably grave, her daughters alarmed, anxious, uneasy.
Lydia's voice was heard in the vestibule. The door was thrown open and she ran into
the room. Her mother stepped forwards, embraced her, and welcomed her with rapture, gave
her hand with an affectionate smile to Wickham, who followed his lady and wished them both
joy, with an alacrity which showed no doubt of their happiness. Their reception from Mr.
Bennet, to whom they then turned, was not quite so cordial. His countenance rather gained
in austerity and he scarcely opened his lips. The easy assurance of the young couple, indeed,
was enough to provoke him. Elizabeth was disgusted and even Miss Bennet was shocked. Lydia was
Lydia still—untamed, unabashed, wild, noisy, and fearless. She turned from sister to sister,
demanding their congratulations, and when at length they all sat down looked eagerly
round the room, took notice of some little alteration in it, and observed with a laugh
that it was a great while since she had been there. Wickham was not at all more distressed
than herself, but his manners were always so pleasing, that had his character and his
marriage been exactly what they ought, his smiles and his easy address, while he claimed
their relationship, would have delighted them all. Elizabeth had not before believed him
quite equal to such assurance, but she sat down, resolving within herself to draw no
limits in future to the imprudence of an imprudent man. She blushed, and Jane blushed, but the
cheeks of the two who caused their confusion suffered no variation of colour. There was
no want of discourse. The bride and her mother could neither of them talk fast enough. And
Wickham, who happened to sit near Elizabeth, began inquiring after his acquaintance in
that neighbourhood, with a good-humoured ease, which she felt very unable to equal
in her replies. They seemed, each of them, to have the happiest memories in the world.
Nothing of the past was recollected with pain, and Lydia led voluntarily to subjects which
her sisters would not have alluded to for the world.
"'Only think of it being three months,' she cried, "'since I went away. It seems
but a fortnight, I declare. And yet there have been things enough happened in the time.
But gracious! When I went away I am sure I had no more idea of being married till I came
back again. Though I thought it would be very good fun if I was."
Her father lifted up his eyes. Jane was distressed. Elizabeth looked expressively at Lydia. But
she, who never heard nor saw anything of which she chose to be insensible, gaily continued,
"'Oh, Mama, do the people hereabouts know I am married to-day?' I was afraid they
might not, and we overtook William Golding in his curicle, so I was determined he should
know it, and so I let down the side-glass next to him and took off my glove and let
my hand just rest upon the window-frame, so that he might see the ring, and then I bowed
and smiled like anything." Elizabeth could bear it no longer. She got
up and ran out of the room, and returned no more till she heard them passing through the
hall to the dining-parlour. She then joined them soon enough to see Lydia, with anxious
parade, walk up to her mother's right hand and hear her say to her eldest sister, "'Ah,
Jane, I take your place now, and you must go lower, because I am a married woman.'"
It was not to be supposed that time would give Lydia that embarrassment from which she
had been so wholly free at first. Her ease and good spirits increased. She longed to
see Mrs. Phillips, the Lucases, and their other neighbours, and to hear herself called
Mrs. Wickham by each of them, and in the meantime she went after dinner to show her ring and
boast of being married to Mrs. Hill and the two housemaids.
"'Well, Mama,' said she, when they were all returned to the breakfast-room, "'and
what do you think of my husband? Is not he a charming man? I am sure my sisters must
all envy me. I only hope they may have half my good luck. They must all go to Brighton.
That is the place to get husbands. What a pity it is, Mama, we did not all go."
"'Very true, and if I had my will we should. But, my dear Lydia, I don't at all like
you're going such a way off. Must it be so?' "'Oh, Lord, yes. There is nothing
in that. I shall like it of all things. You and Papa and my sisters must come down and
see us. We shall be at Newcastle all the winter, and I dare say there will be some balls, and
I will take care to get good partners for them all."
"'I should like it beyond anything,' said her mother. "'And then, when you
go away, you may leave one or two of my sisters behind you, and I dare say I shall get husbands
for them before the winter is over.'" "'I thank you for my share of the favour,'
said Elizabeth, "'but I do not particularly like your way of getting husbands.'
Their visitors were not to remain above ten days with them. Mr. Wickham had received his
commission before he left London, and he was to join his regiment at the end of a fortnight.
No one but Mrs. Bennet regretted that their stay should be so short, and she made the
most of the time by visiting about with her daughter and having very frequent parties
at home. These parties were acceptable to all. To avoid a family circle was even more
desirable to such as did think than such as did not. Wickham's affection for Lydia
was just what Elizabeth had expected to find it, not equal to Lydia's for him. She had
scarcely needed her present observation to be satisfied, from the reason of things than
their elopement had been brought on by the strength of her love, rather than by his.
And she would have wondered why, without a violently caring for her, he chose to elope
with her at all, had she not felt certain that his flight was rendered necessary by
distress of circumstances. And, if that were the case, he was not the young man to resist
an opportunity of having a companion. Lydia was exceedingly fond of him. He was her dear
Wickham on every occasion. No one was to be put in competition with him. He did everything
best in the world. And she was sure he would kill more birds on the first of September
than anybody else in the country. One morning, soon after their arrival, as
she was sitting with her two elder sisters, she said to Elizabeth,
"'Lizzy, I never gave you an account of my wedding, I believe. You were not by when
I told Mama and the others all about it. Are not you curious to hear how it was managed?'
"'Not really,' replied Elizabeth. "'I think there cannot be too little said
on the subject. La! you are so strange. But I must tell you how it went off. We were
married, you know, at St. Clement's, because Wickham's lodgings were in that parish,
and it was settled that we should all be there by eleven o'clock. My uncle and aunt and
I were to go together, and the others were to meet us at the church. Well, Monday morning
came and I was in such a fuss, I was so afraid, you know, that something would happen to put
it off. And then I should have gone quite distracted. And there was my aunt all the
time I was dressing, preaching and talking away just as if she was reading a sermon.
However, I did not hear above one word in ten, for I was thinking, as you may suppose,
of my dear Wickham. I longed to know whether he would be married in his blue coat. Well,
and so we breakfasted at ten as usual. I thought it would never be over. For, by the by, you
are to understand, that my uncle and aunt were horrid unpleasant all the time I was
with them. If you'll believe me, I did not once put my foot out of doors, though I was
there a fortnight. Not one party or scheme or anything. To be sure, London was rather
thin, but however the little theatre was open. Well, and so just as the carriage came to
the door my uncle was called away upon business to that horrid man, Mr. Stone. And then, you
know, when they get together there is no end of it. Well, I was so frightened I did
not know what to do, for my uncle was to give me away. And if we were beyond the hour we
could not be carried all day. But, luckily, he came back again in ten minutes' time.
And then we all set out. However, I recollected afterwards that if he had been prevented going
the wedding need not be put off, for Mr. Darcy might have done as well."
"'Mr. Darcy,' repeated Elizabeth in utter amazement,
"'oh, yes. He was to come there with Wickham, you know. But, gracious me, I quite forgot.
I ought not to have said a word about it. I promised them so faithfully. What will Wickham
say? It was to be such a secret.' "'If it was to be secret,' said Jane,
"'say not another word on the subject. You may depend upon my seeking no further.'
"'Oh, certainly,' said Elizabeth, though burning with curiosity.
"'We will ask you no questions.' "'Thank you,' said Lydia,
"'for if you did I should certainly tell you all and then Wickham would be angry.'
On such encouragement to ask Elizabeth was forced to put it out of her power by running away. But,
to live in ignorance of such a point was impossible, or at least it was impossible
not to try for information. Mr. Darcy had been at her sister's wedding. It was exactly a scene
and exactly among people where he had apparently least to do and least temptation to go.
Conjectures as to the meaning of it, rapid and wild, hurried into her brain, but she was
satisfied with none. Those that best pleased her, as placing his conduct in the noblest light,
seemed most improbable. She could not bear such suspense, and hastily seizing a sheet of paper,
wrote a short letter to her aunt to request an explanation of what Lydia had dropped,
if it were compatible with the secrecy which had been intended.
"'You may readily comprehend,' she added,
"'what my curiosity must be to know how a person unconnected with any of us,
and, comparatively speaking, a stranger to our family, should have been amongst you at such a
time. Pray, write instantly and let me understand it, unless it is, for very cogent reasons,
to remain in the secrecy which Lydia seems to think necessary, and then I must endeavor to be
satisfied with ignorance.' "'Not that I shall, though,' she added to herself, as she finished the letter.
"'And, my dear aunt, if you do not tell me in an honorable manner, I shall certainly be reduced
to tricks and stratagems to find it out.' Jane's delicate sense of honor would not allow her to
speak to Elizabeth privately of what Lydia had let fall. Elizabeth was glad of it. Till it appeared
whether her inquiries would receive any satisfaction, she had rather be without a confidant.
