ONCE ALL THE ARRANGEMENTS for travel had been put in order and the last band-box, portmanteau, trunk, &c., had been secured in the carriages, the Darcys found themselves ready to step into the chaise that would transport them to Dover, and Georgiana felt her spirits improving. The excitement and anticipation that invariably accompanies the start of a long adventure gave her less time to dwell upon the Colonel’s absence from the party and—as she believed he would be joining them after a few weeks—she began to give herself up to the novelty and pleasures of the present. After journeying across to Kympton on the first day, the party called in at the rectory, bidding adieu to Parson and Mrs. Overstowey and Mr. Bennet. Upon entering the small, comfortable sitting room at the parsonage, they discovered Parson Overstowey fast asleep in his large chair; Elizabeth surmised that this must be his most-accustomed pose. There was a brief bustle as Kitty called for tea, and the table was made ready.

“Hill! Please bring the tea directly! The Darcys are arrived! We will take our tea in the dining-room.”

As the Darcy party removed their hats and travelling coats, Parson Overstowey roused himself to greet the Darcys, and made to leave a large volume aside as if he were reading, and not fast asleep.

“Mrs. and Miss Darcy, Mr. Darcy, how delightful to see you! I was just telling Kitty that I was afraid that you would not call in to take your leave, as it was grown so late. I am delighted to be within and able to wish that God-bless you and keep you, and God-speed you back to us in safety. Now, do you have all of your things?”

Elizabeth had a momentary vision of the coach-and-four with all of their possessions hanging from it: beds, windows, cabinets, carpets, pictures, and so forth, and almost managed to suppress a giggle. Mr. Darcy came to her rescue, thanking Kitty for her trouble about the tea, and reminding the party that there was little time for leisure, if they were to conclude the day’s journey at a tolerable hour.