This was their last night together as a family, until they were to be re-united in London; Mr. Darcy and his valet would leave them at Lausanne the following day and continue on to London, whilst they drove on the short distance to Geneva. Mr. Darcy had written ahead to secure the arrangements necessary for Elizabeth and Georgiana to travel onwards, accompanied by the servants and both carriages, stop for some few days’ rest in Geneva, and then continue on to Paris. Travelling as expeditiously as possible, the heavy coaches had already required two full weeks to reach Lausanne. Using post-horses, Darcy might be able to travel upwards of fifty miles a day or more on horseback, if the weather were agreeable, and could continue through the night on the diligence, as compared with thirty—or fewer—miles, encumbered by the two carriages, their servants, and their baggage. Rising very early, he bade a succinct, but affecting, farewell to his wife and sister, and rode swiftly away.

Lausanne was much like Bath, built upon several hills. The town overlooking the lake was very clean, with pretty flowers adorning the houses and gardens of the area; Elizabeth thought she would have been very content to remain here some days, had the return journey allowed. As Elizabeth and Georgiana left their inn, they watched the sun rise over Mont Blanc. Taking breakfast at La Couronne in Rolle, a neat little village on the shore of Lake Geneva, the two ladies were pleased with the well-ordered inn, which proved to be possessed of a very satisfactory kitchen. They continued on to Nyon, and thence into Geneva. Mrs. and Miss Darcy, although apprehensive of the prospect of onward travel without Mr. Darcy, were nonetheless grateful for the small respite from the previous two weeks’ arduous pace of travel, spending two days in Geneva before, like Mr. Darcy, they bent their steps homeward.