Mrs. BennetThis was a lucky idea of mine, indeed!
Mrs. Bennet said, more than once, as if the credit of making it rain were all her own.
Till the next morning, however, she was not aware of all the felicity of her contrivance.
Breakfast was scarcely over when a servant from Netherfield brought the following note for Elizabeth:—
ElizabethMY DEAREST LIZZY—
ElizabethI find myself very unwell this morning, which, I suppose, is to be imputed to my getting wet through yesterday.
ElizabethMy kind friends will not hear of my returning home till I am better.
ElizabethThey insist also on my seeing Mr. Jones—therefore do not be alarmed if you should hear of his having been to me—