The following morning, Lizzy had a text from Jane.
Hey, Lizzy, Lydia run off with Wickham. Gone 2 Newquay! Parentals crazy! Jane :(
A second text followed almost immediately:
Lizzy, Lydia not just 2 Newquay. It’s worse—much worse—mega worse. Yes she has gone 2 Newquay, but no money, so Wickham has got Lydia job in a club. Not just bar work. Think poles (not country). Parentals freaking out in Salcombe! Come back urgently! Jane :-(
At that moment, Darcy appeared at the door. Lizzy in her distress revealed the ghastly news.
“Newquay,” he muttered.
Lizzy, through her tears, went on to explain about Lydia’s new career.
“Poles!” exclaimed Darcy and left.
“Oh, foolish Lydia!” cried Lizzy, bursting into tears, and grabbing her Quba bag, and accompanied by her uncle and her aunt, she caught the next train back to Salcombe.