The last morning of their stay, they breakfasted with the family before continuing through Exbury to Lymington, whence an horse-boat to the Isle of Wight embarked. Lymington, at the south of the New Forest, was a very old town, situated on the top and declivity of a gentle hill. The ocean breeze kept the air clean, and removed the humidity of the noxious damps common amongst the lower areas. One street of modest, neat houses sat upon the rise, at the bottom of which ran the deep and broad salt-water river, leading from the western Solent, separating the Isle of Wight from the Hampshire coastline. The inlet was of sufficient size to accommodate the great vessels of two and three hundred tons that, from time out of mind, had anchored at the large quays, delivering coal from the north of England, and returning with the sea-salt produced in the environs of Lymington, reckoned as the finest such in the world. As they walked through the town that afternoon, Mr. Darcy shewed Elizabeth the sad indications of the loss of the salt-trade to the area, which was recently being under-sold by inferior mined salt from Droitwich and Nantwich. At present, he noted, only the medicinal salts were extracted from the area, being of a requisite purer constitution, and, therefore, not so constrained in price.

The town boasted two bathing-houses, the best being located one half-mile from the town. As the ferry did not depart for Yarmouth until that afternoon, the Darcys spent several hours in driving out to see the baths and the grander houses of the area, including the admirable gardens of Walhampton. The town names, such as Bouldnor, Alum Bay, and Totland attested to the violent history of the area which had been variously under Saxon, Roman, and Danish rule before being united under Harald. The Roman encampment of Buckland Rings was still visible, although one end had been recently removed by an industrious farmer with a view to improving the pasturage for his cows.

At the appointed hour, the Darcys took a small-boat from Lymington port to Yarmouth, leaving their chaise with the servants to follow in the horse-boat. They sailed down the Lymington River, passing the salterns along the shore, coming about near the Light-house and Hurst Castle to cross the small distance to Yarmouth Castle, where they were to disembark. There were several neat, cheerful cottages on the shore within view as they crossed, along with a few more significant houses—some with pleasure yachts moored near-by. Arriving in Yarmouth, they went first to their inn, The George, near the quay to refresh themselves before setting out to walk about the town. Yarmouth was a busy place, not so large or prosperous as formerly, but there was enough intercourse between it and Lymington (the Solent being but one-half mile wide at that point) to keep the town in tolerable population and plenty.