The time fixed for the beginning of their northern tour was now fast approaching, and a fortnight only was wanting of it, when a letter arrived from Mrs.Gardiner,which at once delayed its commencement and curtailed its extent.Mr.Gardiner would be prevented by business from setting out till a fortnight later in July,and must be in London again within a month,and as that left too short a period for them to go so far,and see so much as they had proposed,or at least to see it with the leisure and comfort they had built on, they were obliged to give up the Lakes, and substitute a more contracted tour,and,according to the present plan,were to go no farther northwards than Derbyshire.In that county there was enough to be seen to occupy the chief of their three weeks; and to Mrs. Gardiner it had a peculiarly strong attraction.The town where she had formerly passed some years of her life, and where they were now to spend a few days, was probably as great an object of her curiosity as all the celebrated beauties of Matlock,Chatsworth,Dovedale,or the Peak.
“My love,should not you like to see a place of which you have heard so much?”said her aunt;“a place,too,with which so many of your acquaintances are connected.Wickham passed all his youth there,you know.”