Music Welcome to snoozecast, the podcast designed to help you fall asleep. Find us at snoozecast.com and if you enjoy our show, please share us with a friend. This episode is brought to you by the admiring multitude. Tonight we shall read the next part to Pride and Prejudice, written by Jane Austen. In the last episode, we learn the details of the deal. Wickham is basically ransoming Lydia and Mr. Bennett feels obliged to pay a small sum every year in return for Wickham actually marrying her. Otherwise, they would apparently live together unmarried and thus tarnish the reputations of all her other eligible

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Now take a few deep breaths. Chapter 50 Mr. Bennett had very often wished before this period of his life that instead of spending his whole income, he had laid by an annual sum for the better provision of his children and of his wife if she survived him. He now wished it more than ever. Had he done his duty in that respect, Lydia need not have been indebted to her uncle for whatever of honor or credit could now be purchased for her. The satisfaction of prevailing on one of the most worthless young men in Great Britain to be her husband might then have rested in its proper place. That the solution could be found within such trifling exertion on his side, too, was another very welcome

surprise. For his chief wish at present was to have as little trouble in the business as possible. When the first transports of rage which had produced his activity in seeking her were over, he naturally returned to all his former indolence.

His letter was soon dispatched. For though dilatory in undertaking business, he was quick in its execution. He begged to know further particulars of what he was indebted to his brother, but was too angry with Lydia to send any message to her. The good news quickly spread through the house, and with proportionate speed through the neighborhood. It was born in the latter with decent philosophy? To be sure, it would have been more for the advantage of conversation, had Miss Lydia Bennett come upon the town, or, as the happiest alternative, been secluded from the world in some distant farmhouse. But there was much to be talked of in marrying her, and the good-natured wishes for her well-doing, which had preceded before from all the spiteful old ladies in Mariton, lost but little of their spirit in this change of circumstances, because with such a husband, her misery was considered certain. It was a fortnight since Mrs. Bennett had been downstairs, but on this happy day she again took her seat at the head of the table and in spirits oppressively high. No sentiment of shame gave a damp to her triumph, the marriage of a daughter, which had been the first object of her wishes since Jane was sixteen, was now on the point of accomplishment, and her thoughts and her words ran wholly on those attendants of elegant nuptials, fine muslins, new carriages, and servants. Elizabeth, on the other hand, was now most heartily sorry that she had from the distress of the moment, been led to make Mr. Darcy acquainted with their fears for her sister. For since her marriage would so shortly give the proper termination to the allotment, they might hope to conceal its unfavorable beginning from all those who were not immediately on the spot. She had no fear of its spreading farther, through his means. There were few people on whose secrecy she would have more confidently depended, but at the same time, there was no one whose knowledge of a sister's frailty would have mortified her so much. Not however, from any fear of disadvantage from it individually to herself, for at any rate there seemed a gulf impassable between them. Had Lydia's marriage been concluded on the most honorable terms, it was not to be supposed that Mr. Darcy would connect himself with a family, where to every other objection would now be added an alliance and relationship of the nearest kind with the man whom he so justly scorned. From such a connection she could not wonder that he should shrink. The wish of procuring her regard, which she had assured herself of his feeling and dharbisher, could not in rational expectation survive such a blow as this. She was humbled, she was grieved, she repented, though she hardly knew of what. She became jealous of his esteem when she She could no longer hope to be benefited by it. She wanted to hear of him when there seemed the least chance of gaining intelligence. She was convinced that she could have been happy with him when it was no longer likely they should meet. a triumph for him, as she often thought. Could he now know that the proposals which she had proudly spurned only four months ago would now have been gladly and gratefully received? He was as generous she doubted not as the most generous of his sex, but while he was mortal, there must be a triumph. She began now to comprehend that he was exactly the man who, in disposition and talents, would most suit her. His understanding and temper, though unlike her own, would have answered all her wishes. It was a union that must have been to the advantage of both. By her ease and liveliness, his mind might have been softened, his manners improved, and from his judgment, information and knowledge of the world, she must have received benefit of greater importance. But no such happy marriage could now teach the admiring multitude what cannibial Felicity really was. A union of a different tendency, and precluding the possibility of the other was soon to be formed in their family. How Wiccom and Lydia were to be supported intolerable independence she could not imagine. But how little of permanent happiness could belong to a couple who were only brought together because their passions were stronger than their virtue, she could easily conjecture. Mr. Gardiner soon wrote again to his brother. To Mr. Bennett's acknowledgements he briefly replied, with assurances of his eagerness to promote the welfare of any of his family,

and concluded within treaties that the subject might never be mentioned to him again. The principal purport of his letter was to inform them that Mr. Wickham had resolved on quitting the militia.

It was greatly my wish that he should do so," he added, as soon as his marriage was fixed on, and I think you will agree with me, in considering a removal from that core as highly advisable, both on his account and my nieces. It is Mr. Wickham's intention to go into the regulars and among his former friends there are still some who are able and willing to assist him in the army. He has the promise of an insincy in a general's regiment now quartered in the north. It is an advantage to have it so far from this part of the kingdom. He promises fairly, and I hope among different people, where they may each have a character to preserve, they will both be more prudent. I have written to Colonel Forster to inform him of our present arrangements, and to request that he will satisfy the various

creditors of Mr. Wickham in and near Brighton with assurances of speedy payment for which I have pledged myself. And will you give yourself the trouble of carrying similar assurances to his creditors in and maritime of whom I shall subjoin a list according to his information? He has given in all his debts. I hope at least he has not deceived us. Haggursten has our directions, and all will be completed in a week. They will then join his regiment unless they are first invited to long-born, and I understand from Mrs. Gardiner that my niece is very desirous of seeing you all before she leaves the south. She is well, and begs to be dutifully remembered to you and mother, yours, etc. e. Gardener. Mr. Bennett and his daughter saw all the advantages of Wickham's removal, as clearly as Mr. Gardener could do, but Mrs. Bennett was not so well pleased with it, Lydia's being settled in the north, just when she had

expected most pleasure and pride in her company, for she had by no means given up her plan of their residing nearby, was a severe disappointment, and besides, it was such a pity that Lydia should be taken from a regiment where she was acquainted with everybody and had so many

favorites. She is so fond of Mrs. Forster, said she. It will be quite shocking to send her away, and there are several of the young people too, young men that she likes very much. The officers may not be so pleasant in

another general's regiment. His daughter's request, for such it might be considered of being admitted into her family again before she set off for the north, received at first an absolute negative.

But Jane and Elizabeth, who agreed in wishing for the sake of their sister's feelings and consequence, that she should be noticed on her marriage by her parents, urged him so earnestly, yet so rationally and so mildly, to receive her and her husband at Longborn as soon as they were married, that he was prevailed on to think as they thought and act as they wished. And their mother had the satisfaction of knowing that she should be able to show her married daughter in the neighborhood before she was banished to the north. When Mr. Bennett wrote again to his brother, therefore, he sent his permission for them to come, and it was settled that, as soon as the ceremony was over, they should proceed to longborn. Elizabeth was surprised, however, that Wickham should consent to such a scheme, and had she consulted only her own inclination, any meeting with him would have been the last object of her wishes. Their sisters Wedding Day arrived, and Jane and Elizabeth felt for her probably more than she felt for herself. The carriage was sent to meet them, and they were to return in it by dinner time. Their arrival was dreaded by the elder Miss Bennett's, and Jane, more especially, who gave Lydia the feelings which would have attended herself had she been the culprit and was wretched in the thought of what her sister must endure. They came. The family were assembled in the breakfast room to receive them.

Smoo. of what her sister must endure. They came. The family were assembled in the breakfast room to receive them. Smiles bedecked the face of Mrs. Bennett as the carriage drove up to the door. Her husband looked impenetrable grave. Her daughters, alarmed, anxious, uneasy. Lydia's voice was heard in the vestibule. The door was thrown open, and she ran into the room. Her mother stepped forwards, embraced her, and welcomed her with rapture. Give her hand with an affectionate smile to Wickham, who followed his lady and wished them

both joy with an alacrity which showed no doubt of their happiness. Their reception from Mr. Bennett to whom they then turned was not quite so cordial. His countenance rather gained in austerity and he scarcely opened his lips. The easy assurance of the young couple indeed was enough to provoke him. Elizabeth was disgusted and even Miss Bennett was shocked. Lydia was Lydia still untamed, unabashed, wild, noisy, and fearless. She turned from sister to sister, demanding their congratulations, and when at length they all sat down, looked eagerly around the room. Took notice of some little alteration in it, and observed with a laugh that it was a great while since she had been there. Wickham was not at all more distressed than herself, but his manners were always so pleasing that had his character and his marriage been exactly what they ought, his smiles and his easy address while he claimed their relationship would have delighted them all. Elizabeth had not before believed him quite equal to such assurance, but she sat down, resolving within herself to draw no limits in future to the impudence of an impudent man. She blushed, and Jane blushed, but the cheeks of the two who caused their confusion suffered no variation of color. There was no want of discourse. The bride and her mother could neither of them talk fast enough and Wickham, who happened to sit near Elizabeth, began inquiring after his acquaintance in the neighborhood with a good-humored ease, was she felt very incapable to equal in her replies. They seemed each of them to have the happiest memories in the world. Nothing of the past was recollected with pain, and Lydia led voluntarily to subjects, which her sisters would not have alluded to for the world. Only think of of it's being three months,' she cried. Since I went away, it seems but a fortnight I'd clear, and yet there have been things enough happened in the time. Good gracious when I went away, I am sure I had no more idea of being married till I came back again, though I thought it would be very good fun if it was. Her father lifted up his eyes. Jane was distressed. Elizabeth looked expressively at Lydia, but she, who never heard nor saw anything of which she chose to be insensible, Gaeli continued. Oh, mama, do the people here about snow I am married today? I was afraid they might not, and we overtook William Golding in his caracol, so I was determined he should know it and so I let down the side glass next to him and took off my glove and let my hand just rest upon the window frame so that he might see the ring, and then I bowed and smiled like anything. Elizabeth could bear it no longer. She got up and ran out of the room, and returned no more till she heard them passing through the hall to the dining-parler. She then joined them soon enough to see Lydia, with anxious parade, walk up to her mother's right hand, and hear her say to her eldest sister, Oh Jane, I take your place now, and you must go lower, because I am a married woman. It was not to be surprised that time would give Lydia that embarrassment from which she had been so holy free at first. Her ease and good spirits increased. She longed to see Mrs. Phillips, the Lucas's, and all their other neighbors, and to hear herself called Mrs. Wickham by each of them. And in the meantime, she went after dinner to show her ring and boast of being married to Mrs. Hill and the two housemates. Well, Mama said she, when they were all returned to the breakfast room. And what do you think of my husband? Is he not 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, mama. 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 you're 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 favor," said Elizabeth, but I do not particularly like your way of getting husbands. Their visitors were not to remain above ten days with them. Mr. Wickham had received his commission before he left London, and he was to join his regiment at the end of a fortnight. No one but Mrs. Bennett regretted that their stay would be so short, and she made the most of the time by visiting about with her daughter and having very frequent parties at home. These parties were acceptable to all, to avoid a family circle was even more desirable to such as did think than such as did not. Wickham's affection for Lydia was just what Elizabeth had expected to find it, not equal to Lydia's for him. She had scarcely needed her present observation to be satisfied from the reason of things that their elopement had been brought on by the strength of her love rather than by his, and she would have wondered why, without violently caring for her, he chose to alope with her at all. Had she not felt certain that his flight was rendered necessary by distress of circumstances? And if that were the case, he was not the young man to resist an opportunity of having a companion.

Lydia was exceedingly fond of him. He was her dear Wickham on every occasion. No one was to be put in competition with him. He did everything best in the world, and she was sure he would kill more birds on the first of September than anybody else in the country. One morning, soon after their arrival, as she was sitting with her two elder sisters, she said to Elizabeth, Lizzie, I never gave you an account of my wedding, I believe. You were not by when I told Mama and the others all about it. Are not you curious to hear how it was managed? No, really, reply to Elizabeth. I think there cannot be too little said on the subject. La, you are so strange, but I must tell you how it went off. We were married, you know, at the parish where Wickham grew up. And it was settled that we should all be there by 11 o'clock. My uncle and aunt and I were to go together, and the others were to meet us at the church. Well, Monday morning came, and I was in such a fuss. I was so afraid you know that something would happen to put it off, and then I should have gone quite distracted. And there was my aunt all the time I was dressing, preaching and talking away just as if she was reading a sermon. However, I did not hear above one word in ten, for I was thinking, you may suppose, of my dear Wickham, I longed to know whether he would be married in his blue coat. Well, and so we breakfasted at ten as usual. I thought it would never be over, for, by the by, you are to understand that my uncle and aunt were horrid, unpleasant, all the time I was with them. If you believe me, I did not once put my foot out of doors, though I was there a fortnight, not one party, or scheme, or anything. To be sure, London was rather thin, but, however, the little theater was open. Well, and so, just as the carriage came to the door, my uncle was called away upon business to that horrid man, Mr. Stone. And then, you know, when once they get together, there is no end of it. Well, I was so frightened I did not know what to do, for my uncle was to give me away, and if he were beyond the hour we could not be married all day. But luckily he came back again in ten minutes' time, and then we all set out. However, I recollected afterwards that if he had been prevented going, the wedding need not be put off for Mr. Darcy might have done as well. Mr. Darcy repeated Elizabeth in utter amazement. Oh yes! He was to come there with Wycombe, 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 Wycombe say. It was to be such a secret. If it was to be a secret," said Jane, say not another word on the subject, you may depend upon my seeking no further. Oh, certainly, Satellizabeth, though burning with curiosity, we will ask you no questions. Thank you, Settleha Lidia. For if you did, I should certainly tell you all, and then Wickham would be so angry. On such encouragement to ask, Elizabeth was forced to put it out of her power by running away. But to live in ignorance on such a point was impossible. Or at least it was impossible not to try for information. Mr. Darcy had been at her sister's wedding. It was exactly a scene and exactly among people where he had apparently leased to do and leased temptation to go. Conjectures as to the meaning of it, it, rapid and wild, hurried into her brain, but she was satisfied with none. Those that best pleased her as placing his conduct in the noblest light seemed most improbable. She could not bear such suspense and hastily seizing a sheet of paper wrote a short letter to her aunt to request an explanation of what Lydia had dropped, if that were compatible with the secrecy which had been intended. you