Elizabeth had been a good deal disappointed in not finding a letter from Jane on their first arrival at Lambton; and this disappointment had been renewed on each of the mornings that had now been spent there;but on the third her repining was over, and her sister justified, by the receipt of two letters from her at once, on one of which was marked that it had been missent elsewhere.Elizabeth was not surprised at it,as Jane had written the direction remarkably ill.
“Since writing the above,dearest Lizzy,something has occurred of a most unexpected and serious nature; but I am afraid of alarming you―be assured that we are all well.What I have to say relates to poor Lydia.An express came at twelve last night, just as we were all gone to bed,from Colonel Forster,to inform us that she was gone off to Scotland with one of his officers;to own the truth, with Wickham! Imagine our surprise.To Kitty, however,it does not seem so wholly unexpected.I am very,very sorry. So imprudent a match on both sides! But I am willing to hope the best, and that his character has been misunderstood. Thoughtless and indiscreet I can easily believe him,but this step (and let us rejoice over it)marks nothing bad at heart.His choice is disinterested at least, for he must know my father can give her nothing.Our poor mother is sadly grieved.My father bears it better.How thankful am I that we never let them know what has been said against him;we must forget it ourselves.They were off Saturday night about twelve,as is conjectured,but were not missed till yesterday morning at eight.The express was sent off directly. My dear Lizzy, they must have passed within ten miles of us. Colonel Forster gives us reason to expect him here soon. Lydia left a few lines for his wife,informing her of their intention. I must conclude,for I cannot be long from my poor mother.I am afraid you will not be able to make it out,but I hardly know what I have written.”