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"Well, Monday morning came, and I was in such a fuss! I was so

afraid, you know, that something would happen to put it off, and

then I should have gone quite distracted. And there was my aunt,

all the time I was dressing, preaching and talking away just as

if she was reading a sermon. However, I did not hear above one

word in ten, for I was thinking, you may suppose, of my dear

Wickham. I longed to know whether he would be married in his blue

coat.

"Well, and so we breakfasted at ten as usual: I thought it would

never be over; for, by the bye, you are to understand that my

uncle and aunt were horrid unpleasant all the time I was with

them. If you'll believe me, I did not once put my foot out of

doors, though I was there a fortnight. Not one party, or scheme,

or anything! To be sure, London was rather thin, but, however,

the Little Theatre was open.