“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!”
Jane's delicate sense of honour 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 confidante.
“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.
One morning, soon after their arrival, as she was sitting with her two elder sisters,she said to Elizabeth:
“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 honourable manner,I shall certainly be reduced to tricks and stratagems to find it out.”
On such encouragement to ask,Elizabeth was forced to put it out of her power,by running away.
“Oh!certainly,”said Elizabeth,though burning with curiosity;“we will ask you no questions.”