Good Heaven! Brighton, and a whole campful of soldiers, to us, who have been overset already by one poor regiment of militia, and the monthly balls of Meryton!" "Now I have got some news for you," said Lydia, as they sat down at table.

"What do you think?
It is excellent news--capital news--and about a certain person we all like!" Jane and Elizabeth looked at each other, and the waiter was told he need not stay.

Lydia laughed, and said: "Aye, that is just like your formality and discretion.

You thought the waiter must not hear, as if he cared! I dare say he often hears worse things said than I am going to say.

But he is an ugly fellow! I am glad he is gone.