Lizzy packed her blue-and-white Quba bag and set off in Angelica with Sir William, Lady Lucas, and Maria. Mr Bennet came with them so they could disembark on Rosings on the Rocks’ private jetty and he could return in the boat. Sir William kept a constant flow of conversation going during the voyage, but fortunately, his words were swept away by the breeze or drowned out by Maria’s squawks every time water splashed over the bows. After landing, they waved farewell to Mr Bennet and started the trudge up the steep, rocky path to Little Rosings on the Rocks—only a short distance, but by the time they arrived, Sir William was sweating profusely. Standing before the little lodge house were the honeymoon couple, suitably dressed in swimwear—Mr Collins, bucking the Salcombe trend for swim shorts, was clad in a skimpy Speedo, and Lottie looked attractive in a delightful stripy all-in-one from Crew. Suddenly, Mr Collins caught sight of something, or someone, and ran helter-skelter down towards their private jetty. A sleek black Phantom speedboat appeared from nowhere and skidded to a stop at the jetty, drenching him in spray from head to toe. A small exchange between the driver and Mr Collins occurred, and the boat sped off again. Mr Collins turned, beaming, to welcome his guests and to announce with great delight the marvellous news. Lady Catherine had condescended to invite them all to Rosings on the Rocks for dinner that very night.