Georgiana welcomed the opportunity to walk after so many days riding in the carriage, and returned to her room to fetch her hat and shawl. Mr. Darcy, however, already sufficiently acquainted with the scant charms of Dover, declined in favour of inspecting the stabling of their horses and the safety of their baggage, then meeting with the captain of the King George to assure that their cabins and other arrangements were satisfactory. In the last of the afternoon sun, Georgiana and Elizabeth set out along the shoreline, looking at the sailing boats and watching the fishermen, in their trousers rolled up beyond their knees, catching shrimp with nets affixed to long poles. Both ladies remarked how cold the water must be at this time of year. The faces of the inhabitants of Dover were uniformly weathered and dark from exposure to the elements; Elizabeth conjectured that their knees must look remarkably similar to their hands and faces. Here and there, an horse-cart was visible far out into the shore, meeting the boats at low tide to carry their fish to market; fishermen and their wives were on the beach cleaning and mending their nets; and large sailing ships lay farther out into the harbour, awaiting the tide that would carry them in to the port.

The Darcy ladies had ample leisure to learn that Dover was a city without a single allurement that would tempt any stay longer than was necessary. Sprawling, ramshackle inns and taverns catered to all classes of travellers awaiting their turn to sail. Other than their own inn, there was no establishment sufficiently respectable and unquestioningly salubrious where Georgiana and Elizabeth could take their tea, so their walk was circumscribed to accomplish only the purpose of exercise. It was with considerable pleasure the next morning that the Darcys greeted the messenger who informed them that the King George was making ready to set sail, effecting their release; it was not unusual for travellers to have to wait a week at Dover for favourable sailing conditions.