TWO days after Mr. Bennet’s return, as Jane and Elizabeth were walking

together in the shrubbery behind the house, they saw the housekeeper

coming towards them, and concluding that she came to call them to their

mother, went forward to meet her; but instead of the expected summons,

when they approached her, she said to Miss Bennet, “I beg your pardon,

madam, for interrupting you, but I was in hopes you might have got some

good news from town, so I took the liberty of coming to ask.”
“What do you mean, Hill? We have heard nothing from town.”
“Dear madam,” cried Mrs. Hill, in great astonishment, “don’t you know

there is an express come for master{369} from Mr. Gardiner? He has been here

this half hour, and master has had a letter.”
Away ran the girls, too eager to get in to have time for speech. They

ran through the vestibule into the breakfast-room; from thence to the

library;—their father was in neither; and they were on the point of

seeking him upstairs with their mother, when they were met by the

butler, who said,—
“If you are looking for my master, ma’am, he is walking towards the

little copse.”
Upon this information, they instantly passed through the hall once more,

and ran across the lawn after their father, who was deliberately

pursuing his way towards a small wood on one side of the paddock.
Jane, who was not so light, nor so much in the habit of running as

Elizabeth, soon lagged behind, while her sister, panting for breath,

came up with him, and eagerly cried out,—
“Oh, papa, what news? what news? have you heard from my uncle?”
“Yes, I have had a letter from him by express.”
“Well, and what news does it bring—good or bad?”
“What is there of good to be expected?” said he, taking the letter from

his pocket; “but perhaps you would like to read it.”
Elizabeth impatiently caught it from his hand. Jane now came up.
“Read it aloud,” said their father, “for I hardly know myself what it is

about.”
“Gracechurch Street, Monday, August 2.