“Oh, my dear brother,” said Mrs. Bennet, on hearing this, “that is exactly what I could most wish for!  And now do, when you get to town, find them out wherever they may be; and if they are not married already, make them marry.  And as for wedding clothes, do not let them wait for that; but tell Lydia she shall have as much money as she chooses to buy them after they are married.  And, above all things, keep Mr. Bennet from fighting.  Tell him what a dreadful state I am in—­that I am frightened out of my wits, and have such tremblings, such flutterings all over me; such spasms in my side, and pains in my head, and such beatings at my heart that I can get no rest by day nor by night.  And tell my dear Lydia not to give any directions about her clothes till she has seen me, for she does not know which are the best warehouses.  Oh, brother, how kind you are!  I know you will contrive it all.”

Mr. Collins improved the occasion by writing a letter of condolence, in which he assured the distressed father that the death of Lydia would have been a blessing in comparison with her elopement.  But, unfortunately, much of this instruction was wasted, the distress of the Bennets proving less irremediable than their cousin had anticipated or their neighbours feared—­for, thanks, as it seemed, to the investigations and to the generosity of Mr. Gardiner, the eloping couple were discovered, and it was made worth Wickham’s while to marry Lydia.  Longbourn society bore the good news with decent philosophy, though, to be sure, it would have been more for the advantage of conversation had Miss Lydia Bennet come upon the town.

VI.—­Three Bennet Weddings

After arrangements had been made for Wickham’s entering the regulars and joining a regiment at Newcastle, his marriage with Lydia took place, and the young couple were received at Longbourn.  Their assurance was quite reassuring.

“Well, mamma,” said Lydia, “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, mamma, 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 your 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!”