Jane Austen
possible. I know my dear uncle and aunt so well, that I am not afraid of requesting it,
though I have still something more to ask of the former. My father is going to London with
Colonel Forster instantly, to try to discover her. What he means to do I am sure I know not;
but his excessive distress will not allow him to pursue any measure in the best and safest
way, and Colonel Forster is obliged to be at Brighton again to-morrow evening. In such an
exigence, my uncle's advice and assistance would be everything in the world; he will
immediately comprehend what I must feel, and I rely upon his goodness."
"Oh! where, where is my uncle?" cried Elizabeth, darting from her seat as she finished
the letter, in eagerness to follow him, without losing a moment of the time so precious; but
as she reached the door it was opened by a servant, and Mr. Darcy appeared. Her pale face