The first week of their return was soon gone.

The second began.

It was the last of the regiment's stay in Meryton, and all the young ladies in the

neighbourhood were drooping apace. The dejection was almost universal.

The elder Miss Bennets alone were still able to eat, drink, and sleep, and pursue

the usual course of their employments.

Very frequently were they reproached for this insensibility by Kitty and Lydia,

whose own misery was extreme, and who could not comprehend such hard-heartedness in any

of the family.

"Good Heaven! what is to become of us? What are we to do?" would they often

exclaim in the bitterness of woe. "How can you be smiling so, Lizzy?"

Their affectionate mother shared all their grief; she remembered what she had herself

endured on a similar occasion, five-and- twenty years ago.

"I am sure," said she, "I cried for two days together when Colonel Miller's

regiment went away. I thought I should have broken my heart."

"I am sure I shall break mine," said Lydia.

"If one could but go to Brighton!" observed Mrs. Bennet.

"Oh, yes!--if one could but go to Brighton! But papa is so disagreeable."

"A little sea-bathing would set me up forever."

"And my aunt Phillips is sure it would do me a great deal of good," added Kitty.

Such were the kind of lamentations resounding perpetually through Longbourn

House. Elizabeth tried to be diverted by them; but

all sense of pleasure was lost in shame.

She felt anew the justice of Mr. Darcy's objections; and never had she been so much

disposed to pardon his interference in the views of his friend.

But the gloom of Lydia's prospect was shortly cleared away; for she received an

invitation from Mrs. Forster, the wife of the colonel of the regiment, to accompany

her to Brighton.

This invaluable friend was a very young woman, and very lately married.

A resemblance in good humour and good spirits had recommended her and Lydia to

each other, and out of their three months' acquaintance they had been intimate two.

The rapture of Lydia on this occasion, her adoration of Mrs. Forster, the delight of

Mrs. Bennet, and the mortification of Kitty, are scarcely to be described.

Wholly inattentive to her sister's feelings, Lydia flew about the house in

restless ecstasy, calling for everyone's congratulations, and laughing and talking

with more violence than ever; whilst the

luckless Kitty continued in the parlour repined at her fate in terms as

unreasonable as her accent was peevish.

"I cannot see why Mrs. Forster should not ask me as well as Lydia," said she, "Though

I am not her particular friend.

I have just as much right to be asked as she has, and more too, for I am two years

older." In vain did Elizabeth attempt to make her

reasonable, and Jane to make her resigned.

As for Elizabeth herself, this invitation was so far from exciting in her the same

feelings as in her mother and Lydia, that she considered it as the death warrant of

all possibility of common sense for the

latter; and detestable as such a step must make her were it known, she could not help

secretly advising her father not to let her go.

She represented to him all the improprieties of Lydia's general behaviour,

the little advantage she could derive from the friendship of such a woman as Mrs.

Forster, and the probability of her being

yet more imprudent with such a companion at Brighton, where the temptations must be

greater than at home. He heard her attentively, and then said:

"Lydia will never be easy until she has exposed herself in some public place or

other, and we can never expect her to do it with so little expense or inconvenience to

her family as under the present circumstances."

"If you were aware," said Elizabeth, "of the very great disadvantage to us all which

must arise from the public notice of Lydia's unguarded and imprudent manner--

nay, which has already arisen from it, I am

sure you would judge differently in the affair."

"Already arisen?" repeated Mr. Bennet. "What, has she frightened away some of your

lovers?

Poor little Lizzy! But do not be cast down.

Such squeamish youths as cannot bear to be connected with a little absurdity are not

worth a regret.

Come, let me see the list of pitiful fellows who have been kept aloof by Lydia's

folly." "Indeed you are mistaken.

I have no such injuries to resent.

It is not of particular, but of general evils, which I am now complaining.

Our importance, our respectability in the world must be affected by the wild

volatility, the assurance and disdain of all restraint which mark Lydia's character.

Excuse me, for I must speak plainly.

If you, my dear father, will not take the trouble of checking her exuberant spirits,

and of teaching her that her present pursuits are not to be the business of her

life, she will soon be beyond the reach of amendment.

Her character will be fixed, and she will, at sixteen, be the most determined flirt

that ever made herself or her family ridiculous; a flirt, too, in the worst and

meanest degree of flirtation; without any

attraction beyond youth and a tolerable person; and, from the ignorance and

emptiness of her mind, wholly unable to ward off any portion of that universal

contempt which her rage for admiration will excite.

In this danger Kitty also is comprehended. She will follow wherever Lydia leads.

Vain, ignorant, idle, and absolutely uncontrolled!

Oh! my dear father, can you suppose it possible that they will not be censured and

despised wherever they are known, and that their sisters will not be often involved in

the disgrace?"

Mr. Bennet saw that her whole heart was in the subject, and affectionately taking her

hand said in reply: "Do not make yourself uneasy, my love.

Wherever you and Jane are known you must be respected and valued; and you will not

appear to less advantage for having a couple of--or I may say, three--very silly

sisters.

We shall have no peace at Longbourn if Lydia does not go to Brighton.

Let her go, then.

Colonel Forster is a sensible man, and will keep her out of any real mischief; and she

is luckily too poor to be an object of prey to anybody.

At Brighton she will be of less importance even as a common flirt than she has been

here. The officers will find women better worth

their notice.

Let us hope, therefore, that her being there may teach her her own insignificance.

At any rate, she cannot grow many degrees worse, without authorising us to lock her

up for the rest of her life."

With this answer Elizabeth was forced to be content; but her own opinion continued the

same, and she left him disappointed and sorry.

It was not in her nature, however, to increase her vexations by dwelling on them.

She was confident of having performed her duty, and to fret over unavoidable evils,

or augment them by anxiety, was no part of her disposition.

Had Lydia and her mother known the substance of her conference with her

father, their indignation would hardly have found expression in their united

volubility.

In Lydia's imagination, a visit to Brighton comprised every possibility of earthly

happiness.

She saw, with the creative eye of fancy, the streets of that gay bathing-place

covered with officers.

She saw herself the object of attention, to tens and to scores of them at present

unknown.

She saw all the glories of the camp--its tents stretched forth in beauteous

uniformity of lines, crowded with the young and the gay, and dazzling with scarlet;

and, to complete the view, she saw herself

seated beneath a tent, tenderly flirting with at least six officers at once.

Had she known her sister sought to tear her from such prospects and such realities as

these, what would have been her sensations?

They could have been understood only by her mother, who might have felt nearly the

same.

Lydia's going to Brighton was all that consoled her for her melancholy conviction

of her husband's never intending to go there himself.

But they were entirely ignorant of what had passed; and their raptures continued, with

little intermission, to the very day of Lydia's leaving home.

Elizabeth was now to see Mr. Wickham for the last time.

Having been frequently in company with him since her return, agitation was pretty well

over; the agitations of formal partiality entirely so.

She had even learnt to detect, in the very gentleness which had first delighted her,

an affectation and a sameness to disgust and weary.

In his present behaviour to herself, moreover, she had a fresh source of

displeasure, for the inclination he soon testified of renewing those intentions

which had marked the early part of their

acquaintance could only serve, after what had since passed, to provoke her.

She lost all concern for him in finding herself thus selected as the object of such

idle and frivolous gallantry; and while she steadily repressed it, could not but feel

the reproof contained in his believing,

that however long, and for whatever cause, his attentions had been withdrawn, her

vanity would be gratified, and her preference secured at any time by their

renewal.

On the very last day of the regiment's remaining at Meryton, he dined, with other

of the officers, at Longbourn; and so little was Elizabeth disposed to part from

him in good humour, that on his making some

inquiry as to the manner in which her time had passed at Hunsford, she mentioned

Colonel Fitzwilliam's and Mr. Darcy's having both spent three weeks at Rosings,

and asked him, if he was acquainted with the former.

He looked surprised, displeased, alarmed; but with a moment's recollection and a

returning smile, replied, that he had formerly seen him often; and, after

observing that he was a very gentlemanlike man, asked her how she had liked him.

Her answer was warmly in his favour. With an air of indifference he soon

afterwards added:

"How long did you say he was at Rosings?" "Nearly three weeks."

"And you saw him frequently?" "Yes, almost every day."

"His manners are very different from his cousin's."

"Yes, very different. But I think Mr. Darcy improves upon

acquaintance."

"Indeed!" cried Mr. Wickham with a look which did not escape her.

"And pray, may I ask?--" But checking himself, he added, in a gayer tone, "Is it

in address that he improves?

Has he deigned to add aught of civility to his ordinary style?--for I dare not hope,"

he continued in a lower and more serious tone, "that he is improved in essentials."

"Oh, no!" said Elizabeth.

"In essentials, I believe, he is very much what he ever was."

While she spoke, Wickham looked as if scarcely knowing whether to rejoice over

her words, or to distrust their meaning.

There was a something in her countenance which made him listen with an apprehensive

and anxious attention, while she added:

"When I said that he improved on acquaintance, I did not mean that his mind

or his manners were in a state of improvement, but that, from knowing him

better, his disposition was better understood."

Wickham's alarm now appeared in a heightened complexion and agitated look;

for a few minutes he was silent, till, shaking off his embarrassment, he turned to

her again, and said in the gentlest of accents:

"You, who so well know my feeling towards Mr. Darcy, will readily comprehend how

sincerely I must rejoice that he is wise enough to assume even the appearance of

what is right.

His pride, in that direction, may be of service, if not to himself, to many others,

for it must only deter him from such foul misconduct as I have suffered by.

I only fear that the sort of cautiousness to which you, I imagine, have been

alluding, is merely adopted on his visits to his aunt, of whose good opinion and

judgement he stands much in awe.

His fear of her has always operated, I know, when they were together; and a good

deal is to be imputed to his wish of forwarding the match with Miss de Bourgh,

which I am certain he has very much at heart."

Elizabeth could not repress a smile at this, but she answered only by a slight

inclination of the head.

She saw that he wanted to engage her on the old subject of his grievances, and she was

in no humour to indulge him.

The rest of the evening passed with the appearance, on his side, of usual

cheerfulness, but with no further attempt to distinguish Elizabeth; and they parted

at last with mutual civility, and possibly a mutual desire of never meeting again.

When the party broke up, Lydia returned with Mrs. Forster to Meryton, from whence

they were to set out early the next morning.

The separation between her and her family was rather noisy than pathetic.

Kitty was the only one who shed tears; but she did weep from vexation and envy.

Mrs. Bennet was diffuse in her good wishes for the felicity of her daughter, and

impressive in her injunctions that she should not miss the opportunity of enjoying

herself as much as possible--advice which

there was every reason to believe would be well attended to; and in the clamorous