Jane Austen
The sanguine hope of good, however, which the benevolence of her
heart suggested had not yet deserted her; she still expected that it would all end well, and
that every morning would bring some letter, either from Lydia or her father, to explain their
proceedings, and, perhaps, announce their marriage.
Mrs. Bennet, to whose apartment they all repaired, after a few minutes' conversation
together, received them exactly as might be expected; with tears and lamentations of regret,
invectives against the villainous conduct of Wickham, and complaints of her own sufferings
and ill-usage; blaming everybody but the person to whose ill-judging indulgence the errors
of her daughter must principally be owing.
"If I had been able," said she, "to carry my point in going to Brighton, with all my family,
this would not have happened; but poor dear Lydia had nobody to take care of her. Why did
the Forsters ever let her go out of their sight? I am sure there was some great neglect or