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Lydia turns up, distraught, at the gates of Pemberley, begging for help for Wickham.
“He fell from his horse in the rain, and has a fever.”
Elizabeth doesn’t need to look at her husband, they expected something like this.
They drop Lydia at Longbourne and continue on alone.
They find George smug but bruised in a shabby cottage near Coventry. Very little sign of fever.
“Come on, Darcy,” George cajoles, “I’ve been good for over a year. And it was a very painful fall.”
“George.”
“We’ve come all this way,” Elizabeth puts in.
“A good tupping cures so many ills.”