Part 41 (1/2)

ELIZABETH.

Where is he, Harris? [_Looking off._] There he comes! Papa!

[_They run to meet_ MR. BENNET, _and, bringing him in, seat him in a garden chair, one on either side of him_.]

ELIZABETH.

Papa, tell us all about it quickly--quickly.

JANE.

Are they really married, papa?

MR. BENNET.

Yes, that misfortune is well settled on them. They are married fast enough.

ELIZABETH.

And where are they? When will they be here?

MR. BENNET.

I should say they would be here directly. I didn't care to travel with them, but they are not far behind--only just far enough to keep out of the dust of my post chaise.

ELIZABETH.

Dear papa--how you must have suffered!

MR. BENNET.

Say nothing of that--who should suffer but myself? It has been my own doing, and I ought to feel it.

ELIZABETH.

You must not be too severe upon yourself.

MR. BENNET.

You may well warn me against such an evil. No, Lizzy, let me once in my life feel how much I have been to blame. The impression will pa.s.s away soon enough.