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But he is an ugly fellow! I am glad he is gone. I never saw such a
long chin in my life. Well, but now for my news; it is about dear
Wickham; too good for the waiter, is not it? There is no danger of
Wickham’s marrying Mary King. There’s for you! She is gone
down to her uncle at Liverpool: gone to stay.
Wickham is safe.”
“And Mary King is safe!” added Elizabeth; “safe from a connection
imprudent as to fortune.” “She is a great fool for going away, if she
liked him.” “But I hope there is no strong attachment on either
side,” said Jane.
“I am sure there is not on his. I will answer for it, he never cared
three straws about her-who could about such a nasty little freckled
thing?” Elizabeth was shocked to think that, however incapable of
such coarseness of expression herself, the coarseness of the
sentiment was little other than her own breast had formerly
harbored and fancied liberal!
As soon as all had ate, and the elder ones paid, the carriage was
ordered; and after some contrivance, the whole party, with all their
boxes, work-bags, and parcels, and the unwelcome addition of
Kitty’s and Lydia’s purchases, were seated in it.
“How nicely we are crammed in,” cried Lydia. “I am glad I bought
my bonnet, if it is only for the fun of having another bandbox!
Well, now let us be quite comfortable and snug, and talk and laugh
all the way home. And in the first place, let us hear what has
happened to you all since you went away. Have you seen any
pleasant men? Have you had any flirting? I was in great hopes that
one of you would have got a husband before you came back. Jane
will be quite an old maid soon, I declare. She is almost three-and-
twenty! Lord, how ashamed I should be of not being married
before three-and-twenty! My aunt Philips wants you so to
get husbands, you can’t think. She says Lizzy had better have taken
Mr. Collins; but I do not think there would have been any fun in it.
Lord! how I should like to be married before any of you! and then I
would chaperon you about to all the balls. Dear me! we had such a
good piece of fun the other day at Colonel Forster’s. Kitty and me
were to spend the day there, and Mrs. Forster promised to have a
little dance in the evening; (by the bye, Mrs. Forster and me are
such friends!) and so she asked the two Harringtons to come, but
Harriet was ill, and so Pen was forced to come by herself; and then,
what do you think we did? We dressed up Chamberlayne in
woman’s clothes on purpose to pass for a lady,- only think what
fun! Not a soul knew of it, but Colonel and Mrs. Forster, and Kitty
and me, except my aunt, for we were forced to borrow one of her
gowns; and you cannot imagine how well he looked! When Denny,